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Tiarnach, Einar

Pen Name: Totoro
E-mail: Foweryam(at)comcast.net

Character Information

House Preference: Pantralus
Full Name: Einar Narcisse Tiarnach
(I-nar)(nahr-SEES)(TEE-ahr-nahk)
Age: 16
Birthday: August 2nd
Blood Type: Pure blood (O)
Height: 5�11�

Year: 2

Appearance: Einar has the perfect qualities that are the creepy criteria to be in the Pantralus house, but somehow manages to make it all look wrong. Luxurious, long black hair would hang to his shoulder blades if he didn�t keep it in a sloppy bun at the base of his neck, or if it wasn�t so curly. Curly really isn�t the way to describe his mass of coal black hair. Einar would more likely refer to it as the bloody monster that lives on my head and loves too frizz and fight any style I put it in. Hence the careless bun that has a horrible tendency to come undone in stressful situations. His perfectly smooth skin as pale as the moon would be more than enough for any Pantralus. Of course that was if he didn�t blush every time his emotions go on a slight high. It might be that he�s concentrating on learning a specific spell, or perhaps when he�s cramming down a meager dinner so he can go study, or even taking a test can bring his blood rushing to his face. So maybe the hair and skin doesn�t work, his sharp black eyes tinted with a smidge of red would definitely be the envy of any Pantralus wannabe. That would be so if it wasn�t for his long eyelashes that were often the envy of several girls. And if all those features weren�t enough his tall, wiry body that had a tendency to be posed in cool positions should be more than enough to make him the perfect Pantralus. � If he didn�t slouch like a 70 year old man whenever or wherever he was. And then there was the limp. It didn�t really prevent him from doing anything, it was just there to bash his self-confidence. And yet, despite the fact he managed to screw up the Pantralus look he still manages to look dead sexy. One of the types you would expect to see hanging outside a club with a cigarette dangling from his graceful fingers. Not that he'd ever admit it. As far as clothing goes Einar has a habit of dressing in clothes that show his body, not to be stylish, but because he�s found that while wading the waters of death it�s much easier to be caught by the flow when he�s wearing baggy clothes. It�s hard to be totally out of it socially and find relatively tight fitting clothes. Having a low tolerance for heat his most common outfit is simple jeans with autumn colored shirts, and Birkenstocks. Birkenstocks with thick socks in the winter.

Notable Traits: Calculative, knowledge hungry, suspect of being gay because of inattention to girls, goes into something like shock when people show intense emotion around him, genius necromancer, has an outstanding singing voice he never uses but in death, and can whistle any tune (only used in death as well), has an intense dislike for drawfs, considers you his friend if he asks if he can kill your pet.

Personality: Ever hear of Machiavelli? Yeah, he condensed Einar�s third grade project on the human condition. Often called cruel Einar doesn�t give a flying rat�s ass for all that spirit and fire sh*t. He doesn�t care about it, but that doesn�t mean he doesn�t notice it. Genetically he is an adept of manipulation. Nearly all of his human contact has been carefully thought out. What does he need to say to get you to leave him alone? What does he need to tell the teacher to get her/him to go more in depth? As far as his tastes go for other people he fits the Pantralus description. People are tools to be manipulated. Some more intelligent than others, but on a whole all he can do is watch them and learn their human follies and avoid them. That doesn�t mean he is sarcastic or enjoys taunting people. More often than not he treats other the other students like wild animals, who knows what they�ll do next? His thirst for learning and power often makes him inaccessible and hard to find. In class he�s the annoying one that won�t let the topic move on because he�s always asking questions. He doesn�t mind going over topics and information he already knows, because he�s always furthering his understanding in his mind. One of the things he�s noticed is people have a tendency to be sure he�s easy to anger, and they couldn�t be further from the truth. You can hurl any insult at him and he�ll take it with less than a shrug. The only time he gets angry is when his family�s intelligence has been insulted, and if that�s the case he doesn�t care who did it, teacher, student, anybody, they get on the bad list and don�t get off. His major strength in school is necromancy, no doubt due to his family history. The summer before his second year he reached the 4th gate to death aided only by the many journals his family has left him. His weakness is clearly Physical Education and sports. If there�s anything he hates more than PE it has yet to be discovered. It�s not that he doesn�t have a body for it. On the contrary to be a necromancer to have to have good physical strength to avoid the dead, but to run around like a moron in front of other people totally frosts his biffy. It�s only his constant visits to death that keeps him for getting obese. The only other thing that really stops him in his tracks is when a person shows an abnormal amount of emotion. It�s nothing he really understands, but whenever anyone is really angry, sad, excited, or happy he just freezes. Maybe-if-I-play-dead-they-won�t-notice-me technique seems to be his approach. As far as how aware he is of his looks he can be quite naive. He seems his body as more of a miracle because of where he was born (see history), and can b e painfully clueless as to why one might find him attractive. As for sexuality both female and male rest equal in his books. A big lot of freaks. And what's this of relationships? All he wants to do is get his father's love. You're "relationships" can wait.

History: Up into about 20 years before Einar�s birth the Tiarnach family was one of the few remaining pureblood wizard families living in America. From a very early age it was looked down upon for its specialization in necromancy, but never the less the family prided itself in having the purest blood. Inbred more than other purebreds the family didn�t have high problems with birth defects until the early 1800�s. Miraculously Einar�s small branch of the family managed to avoid the problems by marrying and breeding with other pure-blood families from all over the world. That is till his parent�s met. Love at first site� with a cousin. Unfortunately with pureblood comes pure-pride. Uncaring of what the rest of the family thought Einar�s parents wedded and moved to the west coast. Now, just because his parents didn�t have birth defects doesn�t mean they weren�t a bit touched in the brain. Eight months pregnant with her son Einar�s mother came up with the brilliant idea of birthing her son in the first gate of death. Einar�s dad, being just as crazy as his wife, decided that there couldn�t possibly be any better way to have their son be an adept at necromancy. So one more month passed by, his mother went into birthing, and being the purebloods they were Einar�s parents were ready and had a plan all set up. They entered death and sensing no powerful dead that had managed to crawl back to the first gate, they continued with plan. And with help from some sort of god everything managed to happen correctly. Einar was born with no obvious birth defects, and instead of hollering like most newborns he simply looked around with deep, questioning eyes. It was time for the hardest part of the craziness. Einar�s father had to drag both his barely conscious wife and newborn son back to the gateway into life. And that�s when disaster crashed. A dead from the 5th gate had hidden it�s presence until now and was ready for some prey to give him enough energy to make past the first gate. To make a long story short the creature easily took Einar�s mother, and nearly got Einar, but his father with the strength that only comes from protecting a son managed to fight off the creature and make it to life once more. In the fight the creature managed to de-capacitate the outside of Einar�s right foot and in taking Einar�s mother took Einar�s father�s spirit. If his life started out with mistakes it definitely didn�t improve as it aged. The only way Einar�s father managed to survive was by immersing himself into his research and knowledge of necromancy. So at the tender age of 16 months he had been poked, prodded and tested by a numberless amount of visiting wizards doubting his parent�s sanity. Einar learned from a very early age that the majority of the wizarding world looked down on what his parents did, and although it did not effect him much in terms of every-day life it became a definite sore spot for insults. Also from an early age he learned that the only way he might attract his father�s attention and love was by studying and becoming a strong necromancer. From ages 1 to 14 he was traveling with his father to various cities around the world so more people could poke, prod and test him. Perhaps all this physical, and mental attention is why he appears to have such a strong confidence in his physical body and mental abilities, and yet has a huge hole of grief inside the strong walls. Angst for another day. The majority of Einar�s regular teaching came from books he saved up for and bought with his spendings. His necromancy teachings came from his distant father and the 50 some odd journals he inherited that described the tricks and secrets of death. Any social event having to do with family was held in death, including spending time with his father. This is the reason his skin is so pale, and why he has such a dislike for immense warmth as death is known for it�s bone-setting chill. From ages 5-10 he was taught to use the pipes in death for means of control. At the age of 11 he was given a small set of bells that had little more power than the pipes. The summer before his second year at Shastina he was given, by his father as the only birthday gift he received, a set of bells that were a step down from the most powerful a necromancer can have. Ecstatic at having more power he has spent the rest of his summer killing his �cat� and going into death to retrieve it back to death from up to the fourth gate. Highly likely he did not do any of his school homework he was assigned during the summer.

Wand Wood & Core: Aspen wood cored with 90% goblin hair, 5% Hippogryph Talon, and 5% Phoenix Feather
Classes: Necromancy, Black Magic Defense, Potions, Mythical Biology, Herbology
Sports: He hates �em
Pet: Juilin is the spirit of a minor dead that was swept to the 7th Gate and managed to climb it�s way back out, and was then bound into it�s current cat form. Unlike many other captured dead it can�t speak, because for some strange reason Einar�s ancestors decided not to ring the bell- . Juilin has been one of the few things Einar has been allowed to test on. Therefore Juilin has been going to death about 3 times a day at the minimun for about eleven years now, and from that barely has a personality. His shape has a tendency to change when there is an immense change in weather, but in general he�s a splotchy black cat with stripes of orange discoloring that has a habit of making him look like a genetically altered tiger.

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