Part I : Player Information
Name: Lynddyll inghean Rashanen ní Dueann of the Clan Stewart, though I'm probably
best known by my common use name of Siobhan, or my handle, Priss.
Email Address: [email protected]
Web Page(s): The Phoenix Prince's Domain -
http://www.phoenixprince.com
The Anime Manga TAG Writing Club Homepage -
http://phoenixprince.freeservers.com/AMTAG/index.html (currently down for
renovations)
The Armory -
http://phoenixprince.freeservers.com/AMTAG/weaponry.html
Part II : Character Information
Name/Position: Nymph: Thalia, Nymph of Sacrifice (Not entirely certain as to her position though...)
Civilian: Angusina inghean Ruaidri of the Clan McCallein
Common Use: Ann Rodry (call it a nick name, if you will)
Name Meaning: Angusina = Scots Gaelic - Singular Choice (Note: feminine derivative of the masculine Aonghas)
    inghean = Scots Gaelic - old conjunction term meaning
    'daughter of'
    Ruaidri = Irish Gaelic - Royal Poet

Birthdate/Age/Zodiacal Sign: (Info for host-child) October Twenty- Second, 1973/ 23 /Libra-Scorpio Cusp Numerology numbers: 7, 8, 2, 6, and 1 (complete analysis to be found in Misc. section of Part IV, though partial bits are in the Personality/Alter Ego section.)

Physical Details:

Hair: Coppery brown before assimilation, then copper- red. Worn cropped short (think of a marine's high and tight).

 

Eyes: Hazel

Weight: 147 lbs.
Height: 5'3"

Build: A powerfully lithe appearing frame, if she was only about four inches taller. As it is, she appears someone stocky, yet oddly so, almost as if someone stretched a dwarf. Her shoulders are broad and her arms and legs are noticeably muscled, with slight definition to the various groups. Her waist, though fairly narrow, doesn't flare out into wide hips. Instead her hips are fairly narrow themselves, not much wider than her waist, giving her an almost masculine image. Her hands are square with short, fairly blunt fingers. She looks like she could do a number on someone, if it came down to fists and feet.

Style: She doesn't really have too much of a style beyond comfortable. She would much rather sacrifice fashion to comfort any day of the week, which lends itself to her habit of wearing sleeveless shirts, loose-fitting jeans or slacks, and her worn tennis shoes. She does have some small concessions to fashion when it comes to her dress clothes, but because of her build, the only things she can really pull off with any sort of dignity tends to be men's clothing.

Carriage: If you watch her closely, for say a day or maybe two, you'd notice that she's very difficult to catch off guard. This could be a result of a mild case of paranoia, but it does mean that she is very observant. She's always looking about, though it appears to be casual most of the time. Yet, she doesn't walk so much as stride or march. Her shoulders are nearly always thrown back and her head is carried quite erect. There is a certain pride to her, that one cannot help but smile slightly and nod about.

Facial Details: She bares a slight scar on the left side of her face, just above her eye. It's about one inch in length and not very wide, though it does part her eyebrow asymmetrically. There are two more scars on her face corresponding with the right side. The remains of a gash along her cheekbone that was stitched and a tear through her right ear. All three were gained when she was ten years old and was trapped in the wreckage of the family car with the rapidly cooling body of her father. (I could go into more detail about the accident, but shall respectfully ask to be allowed to refrain from doing that...) Its one of those things that could be fixed with modern cosmetic surgery, but Angusina chose to keep the rather disfiguring injuries as way to remember what happened that day.

Blood Type: AB

Gemstone: Snakestone (A naturally occurring stone with glass-like qualities believed by some to be the hardened saliva of adders and used to protect against evil, very rare and incredibly difficult to find. Note: This is not obsidian.)

 

Likes:
- Self-control, with complete control of herself and the form she is inhabiting, Thalia feels as though there is nothing that could possibly compete with her.
- Alchemy, as the sacrifice of two or more dissimilar items to produce a third just appeals to a base part of her nature.
- Researching things of a mystical or magical nature, though it appears to be some lingering remnants of the soul of Angusina, Thalia continues with this odd quirk both as a way of placating those who were close to Angusina and for the possible assistance it may give her in finding the Tria Fata. (The last may not be considered a like by some, but I am including it here as Thalia tends to obsess about it.)

Dislikes:
- Discord and chaos, though she doesn't seem to mind creating it, Thalia finds itdistinctly discomfiting to be around as it tends to impose upon her own self-control the longer she is near it.

Dissy: *senses a battle advantage here* *snickers eviley*

 

- Darkness, because of the circumstances surrounding her transition into the other realm, Thalia suffers not only for an almost paralyzing case of tenebraeophobia and the claustrophobia carried over from Angusina sure doesn't help things either.

Hobbies:
Spending copious amounts of time in dusty corners of libraries, mainly due to Thalia's instance of 'keeping up appearances'. Randomly wandering over to the St. Tarcisus campus and either taunting students there or causing random acts of mischief before escaping back to JCU. Carving random objects into figurines, this could be stone, wood, plastic, whatever she can get her hands on, in an effort to relieve boredom and stress in the other realm.

Personality/Alter Ego:
Nymph: Thalia is very ambitious, active and aggressive, which eventually led to her choice of Angusina as a host. Self-centered and stubborn to a fault, with more than a trace of ruthlessness to her, her brief flashes helpfulness tend to startle even those who think they know her well, though these things tend to make her grossly impatient. She tends to be silent, chipping away at an odd bit of stone or wood with a narrow belt-knife, when left completely to her own devices and thoughts. She has a little collection of sorts, figurines that she has carved of every single creature or person that she has ever used, abused, or simply defeated within her existence. Spotted here and there throughout the collection are oddly twisted and malformed figures that don't at all fit in with the startling likenesses that pervade the rest of her collection. They are carvings of people, sacrificed to her or the gods, and made of their bones. She often can be found with one of those strange bone carvings nestled away within a pocket near her heart like a dear little treasure. Since her casting into the other realm, and especially since here return to earth, she has become incredibly vicious and blood-thirsty, far more than she ever was before. Every drop of blood sacrificed to her search for the Tria Fata is just one more sparkle glimmering within her dark eyes and every death is just one more fraction to her ever growing grin. Alter-ego: Angusina was a completely awkward individual when it came to social interactions with those native to the area, due to her coming  from her home in the relatively calm town of Pentsgarde, France to the hustle and bustle in-your-face-ness of Rome. Her grasp of Italian was elementary at best and down-right unintelligible at worst. Making things very difficult for Thalia, though she does her best with what's she's got.

 

History:
Arising from the puddle of blood pooling beneath the altar where lain the cooling body of young goat, the tawny skinned nymph was born in the act of a sacrifice to the gods. Taking her first faltering steps from the altar clad in naught but Juno's blessings and the sanguine offering of the simple folk, she found herself gifted with a name. Thalia res Divinia. Flourishing Sacrifice. And it was not very long before she became quite used to the entire idea of being a minor sort of divinity. Which is probably why it tore so fiercely at her mind when her followers began abandoning her. Her! The illustrious Thalia! Who else would see that they made the proper preparations for sacrifice? But then, they were not just abandoning her. They were abandoning sacrifice altogether! She felt herself being pulled away from the earth she loved harder with every altar destroyed, every athame melted down, every drop of precious blood seared away, until all that remained was a single box-like thing, which they stuffed her uncomprehending body into and hurled into the deepest pit they could find and buried her alive. She screamed and ranted and raved for many days, maybe even years, before she finally allowed herself to fade from the earth that had abandoned her into the realm of mythology. But she had changed, and most certainly not for the better. She thirsted for blood, the more the better. And it didn't matter whose, though humans would be oh so sweet. It was attitudes like that which started the Great War in the first place. If you asked her, Thalia wouldn't have a clue just how it was she survived, but she did, and somehow in the process got a little bit of rationality knocked back into that idle-brained skull of hers. Slipping back into earth as a spirit instead of flesh and blood was disconcerting to her order-induced brain for a time, but then she saw something she hadn't in a long time. A young woman whose every move screamed sacrifice to the hovering nymph. So, Thalia got closer.. and made her an offer she couldn't refuse. Unfortunately, Thalia never did have the patience needed to watch and make a sound decision. Posing as Angusina, or Ann as her friends referred to her, has posed more of a problem than Thalia ever thought it would when she first chose the woman as her host. For one the seemingly ruthless woman, that would sacrifice anything to win, had a mousy side that carried her deep into the nose-itching depths of the darkest corners of the library in search of ancient tombs. And besides, for a woman that pushed beyond brutal lengths to be the best at running and completely destroy those who raced against her, she had a hands-down surprising number of friends. But, Thalia is a very determined little nymph, and when Thalia wants something, Thalia gets it. Most of the time anyway. So Thalia-as-Angusina vanishes herself away into dark, dusty corners and hangs around laughing with people she would much rather watch writhing in agony in a pool of their own blood. Her only consolation for awhile was that at least Angusina didn't have a job. Until right around when the JCU library called asking why their assistant librarian hadn't shown up for the past three days... There were seriously days in which Thalia began to seriously question just why exactly she had chosen Angusina.

NPC: Though Thalia doesn't like them much, Angusina did have several friends, chief of which being her roommate, Jessica 'Jess' Turner, the short (4'11"), husky (129lbs)redhead from the University of South Carolina, who is at JCU on exchange from the International Business degree. Angusina's birth father, Ruaidri mac Callein, died in an auto accident when she was ten, and though her stepfather. Thomas Angspeak, is still alive and well, he refuses to have anything to do with 'that blasted heathen freak' and her mother, Susan McCallein-Angspeak, allows herself to be lead by her husband, thus they do not deal with 'their' daughter.

Part III: Villain Information

Special Skills: Because of the innumerable days spent refining her talent, Thalia is particularly adept at carving figurines from any available material through the use of nothing more than a simple knife. As Angusina was particularly adept on the track (though almost unbelievably unapt off of it) Thalia also enjoys almost unequalled superiority in sprinting up to 400m, though farther than that and she rapidly begins to lose strength and speed until she eventually collapses (only assuming continued sprinting speed).

Colors: Blue fading into green (blue-green would probably be the best way to put it)

Symbol: A tau cross, inverted, within an orb, hollow. Latinate cross rests above.Fuku/Costume: Dark blue slacks fitting loosely to allow unrestricted movement. Asleeveless polo shirt in green above that. Simple sneakers, generally ablue shade, adorn her feet and a strangely glimmering pendent formed ofa vial filled with a red liquid hangs about her neck from a thin chain ofsome black metal, possibly iron.

Powers/Attacks: Sacrificial Lamb - A mad glean comes to her eye as she whispers this phrase and readies her knife. By the time she launches herself at her target, there is a quite wide grin on her face. (Note: I doubt this would actually do any good against a soldier or anyone besides an average civilian...)

Blood Resurgence - Thalia steps back with her left foot, thus twisting her body slightly to the side, and draws her left hand in close to her with the thumb cocked, first two fingers extended and the second two fingers curled inwards. Then, she raises her right hand, palm out towards her opponent with the thumb and first two fingers extended and the second two fingers slightly curled (like claws), to about shoulder height. Then she thrusts forwards violently with both hands (right arm fully extending, left arm stopping so as to remain at about waist height)while shouting attack phrase. This causes (should it hit) a wave of force to strike the opponent, possibly causing a restriction or even back flow of blood within the veins.

Vessy: Ummm... okay... graphic...

 

Weapons: Not really worth mentioning, but Thalia always carries a knife somewhere on her person, and this hasn't changed since she acquired Angusina as her host. It's generally not a very large knife, only about five inches from the end of the hilt to the tip of the blade. It tends to be a folding style pocket knife and it is kept very, very sharp.

Part IV: Miscellaneous Information
Why you: Well, actually, the main reason I'm applying is because I heard you were in need of some semi-mad players for nymphs, which got my interest peaked, at any rate. But, that's probably not what you wanted to hear, so I guess I'll try for the other stuff. Basically, the 'why me' would be because I'm an avid gamer/RPer who's been at the tables or keyboard since I first learned to read way back in kindergarten. (I'm 21 now, not five.) I am supposed to be the one running things over at the Alternate SM TAG Writing Club and its sister the Anime/Manga TAG Writing Club, but I did a bit too good of a job setting things up... they run themselves now more than anything. But, anyway, I've been told I'm a fairly decent writer, and I've always wanted a chance to get into a seriously evil character, so here I am. Trying out for your rather cool, if I do say so myself, RPG. Well, I'll leave it up to the heavens and the most illustrious beauties of the board, now.

 

Miscellaneous: I said earlier that there would be a numerological analysis of this character here, and I always carry through on my promises so here you go! (Note: If anyone else wants a numerological analysis of their character (or heck, even themselves) just send me the birth date (including year of birth), full name of character, and any nicknames or alias they might use and I'll be able to get back to you within about a day of receiving the information.)

According to her birth date of 12/22/1973, Angusina's number of personality is a seven, which indicates that she tends to be an original thinker, possibly philosophical or even spiritual, though not particularly interested in material things. She could be highly intuitive, to the point of showing abilities that reach into the psychic, though she does often tend to be restless with a great love of travel and the sea. However, this does come with the strong possibility that she will be come too introverted, though through her influences with others, she'll probably come out alright.

According to her name of Angusina inghean Ruaidri, her number of development is an eight, which tells me that she'll show signs of rebelliousness and unconventionality as she grows within herself, though these will most likely be symbolized by willpower and individuality. Yet, though these traits could bring here either sorrow or worldly success, she is also, or will become possessed of deep and intense feeling. Unfortunately, she may often come across as cold, and is very often misunderstood.

 

According to her nickname of Ann, her number of attainment is a two, which falls under the sign of the moon. The light of the moon is a gentle one and very passive, which tells me that Angusina hasn't been very forceful in her achievements up to now. She has tended to prefer thought over action, and though inventive, she's not as strong about bringing it to people's attention as a number one personality would be. However, she has come out with great charm and intuition from these soft struggles. Watch out for a lack of self-confidence though, it could lead to her becoming changeable, even deceitful, as well as over-sensitive or even depressive, though I do see her getting along quite well with those opposite her.

Now, the number of underlying influence which is affecting Angusina is a six, which some refer to as the number of the path between virtue and vice. It shows her having a love for family life and possibly even domestic pursuits. She tends to be reliable, trustworthy, and romantic over sensual. She loves beauty in all things, and might even hold a bit of attraction herself, though she absolutely despises discord. Watch out for obstinacy, though she does work well with others. Yet, I have also noticed a very strong added influence in the number one. One is the number of the sun and it personifies strength, individualism and creativity. Born leaders tend to be this number, as do innovators, winners, and tyrants. It is a sign of ambitions, activity, and aggression. This influence is very self-centered, ruthless, and stubborn, though it seems to devote much more energy and attention to its career or pursuit than it does to relationships with others. There is also a surprising forming of the number eleven within her number of attainment which is showing me that there has been some form of transformation or change within her person or self within the not to terribly long ago past.

Part V: Writing Sample

Thalia stared blankly out the living room window of the simple apartment, her host shared with Jess Turner, as she leaned, arms dangling loosely in her lap, against the casement. The unfinished bit of mahogany and her knife hung limp from hands who's deft grasp had fallen slack with the setting of the sun. That brilliant orb was in the process of sinking slowly down behind a building before her as she watched. She still wasn't used to the city. The strange overrun feeling she got from watching the hustling crowds of tourists scurrying from place to place amidst the clamorous din raised by those odd contraptions called cars. It was awkward, and she wasn't entirely sure if it was her, or some lingering remains of the woman she had taken. She snorted softly in some secret amusement, her eyes gazing at some far-off point in the darkening sky. It wasn't a nice sort of amusement either, judging by the set of her lips, pressed thin neath her aquiline nose. It was more the kind of half-maniacal snigger of the phobic moments before being presented with the object of that fear. The darkening of the night sky, wiping out memories of the day, casting them into obscurity. Her rapidly degrading train of thought was suddenly interrupted by the sudden appearance of her tow-headed roommate in her line of vision. Thalia fell back off of the windowsill on which she had been perched, and onto the floor of the apartment, away from the madly giggling woman hanging in the window, with a yell more of startlement than any surprise and directed a glare that would have shattered obsidian at the other woman as she attempted to calm her racing heart. "What in the name of all gods and goddesses did you do *that* for, Jessica Turner?!" Thalia finally found herself able to hiss after an indeterminable stretch of time in which her heart simply refused to slow down. In the entire time, Jess had not greatly slowed in her laughter, and so her reply came in fits and starts instead of any smooth flowing. "You. Sitting there. Couldn't help." For whatever reason, that sent her into another fit, but it didn't take so long to calm down that time. "Sorry. I couldn't help it. And your reaction? Priceless!" Thalia didn't even bother dignifying that with further conversation. She simply gathered up her scattered knife and bits of wood and stalked off to her room. That sudden iciness that flowed off of the person she still believed to be her friend, startled Jess out of her hilarity. "Ann! What's wrong with you lately?!" she yelled, hopping down out of the window. "You've changed. You don't cry any more, but then you don't laugh either." She walked over and put an arm about the taller woman's waist. "What happened, Ann? Come on. We're friends, you can tell me anything." Thalia simply reached down and removed Jess's arm from it's place about Thalia's waist. Releasing it from her grasp as one might release a dead rat, Thalia continued in her stride into her room without speaking. Upon reaching those confines, she shoved the door shut behind her and, perhaps concededly perhaps not, right in Jess's face. Something which quite put out the other woman. "Damn it, Ann!" she screamed pounding on the door. "Why don't you talk to me anymore!" The door inched open slightly, allowing Thalia view of the surprisingly hopeful look on Jess's expression. But the words that came out of that bare inch complete killed any hope Jess may have had.
"Because I no longer wish to speak to you, American. Now, leave me alone!" Thalia dropped a heavy emphasis on the last word with the slamming of the door again. Jess stepped back confusedly. What had just happened?

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Vessy: Well It was well written but there were some overall issues that I didn't like and large chunks were missing that could make the character that much more distinguished. There was no balance between the personality she took over and her own and I didn't feel she had enough of an idea of who the person was before to pass herself off... Fairly graphic and perhaps a history on the mortals side would be nice as well, you mention the car crash but never explain it. It could be a major influence on the humans personality but you skip it entirely. Overall I just didn't feel it had the charisma and flow it could have, but it's like trying to watch a tv on a tv with bad reception during a thunderstorm. You get the general idea, but it's very fuzzy, cut up and keeps cutting stuff out.
Verdict: Reject,revise/Revise or die!

Dissy: I agree with ki-chan on everything, it lacks depth where it could have more and more is most certainly a good thing as long as it doesn't ramble off into meaningless speech which completely fogs a person's mind just like I'm doing at this very instant. But aside from that I like the taunting of the St. T's kids and the way she's not physically perfect (ie, strong but ravishingly gorgeous.)
Dissy's Verdict: Revise or DIE!!!