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Post by Nealah Blair on Mar 22, 2009 18:55:35 GMT -5
`` The Basics Name: Nealah Cailean Blair
Age: 16
Gender: Female
`` About You
Race: Angel
Class: Herbalist
Appearance (No Pictures): Nealah has a variant appearance to that of other angels, with dark brown hair and lightly tan skin. Her eyes are a blue-green, lulled with a permanent look of either apathy or resentment. Her most noticeable feature are her wings. She often has them sticking out rather than hidden, allowing everyone to see. They are a cascading pattern of yellow and orange, which give off a golden glow like sunset. Standing at 5'7", she has a rounded face with gentle features.
Celebrity Claim: Marina Diamandis
`` Everything Else
Family: Father - Baoithein - Alive
Mother - Teàrlag - Alive
Brother - Faolan - Deceased
Character History: Nealah was born a twin, the other being her brother Faolan. Faolan was born with what was believed to be a mental deficiency, which ended up leaving him confused and distraught nearly at all times. Though able to function properly as well as speak, the boy continuously had visions of apparitions and premonitions that often lead him to convulsions. Many believed him to be a "Seer", which is an extremely rare Class that has only appeared a few times in Isle of Lumen's history, always killing the person in question, and only ever the stuff of legend.
Nealah and Faolan, despite the latter having such difficulties, grew up easily, always looking up to each other equally. However, when Nealah and Faolan were thirteen, Faolan began to have reoccurring premonitions, which would constantly seize him in a fit of convulsions. This happened for several days, with more time going to him actually having the convulsions than getting over them. Eventually, all talking about it stopped. The premonitions were all the same: the village they lived in was going to be attacked. Eventually, the fit of convulsions led him to losing any appetite, and he eventually died of starvation.
Not sure when or if Faolan's premonition was going to come true, the Blair family remained, mourning the death of their youngest in the comfort of their closest friends. Within the week, a group of Demons in a rivaling village torched the town, killing nearly everyone within it. In the chaos, Nealah was lost from her mother and father, alone in the world.
After much travel Nealah arrived in a village similar to her home, nearly dead of starvation and dehydration. She was nursed to health by a Herbalist who owned the village's Apothecary, named Aoife, who adopted her after it was certain Nealah's parents would not return. She was taught the ways of being a Herbalist, though occasionally she herself was seized by convulsions, having visions of her parents, distraught but alive, apparently lost of all hope of finding their daughter.
Nealah desperately wished to join them during these fits, and nearly killed herself had it not been for Aoife, who pulled her from her seizure moments before she "freed" herself. From that moment, she stopped having the convulsions, yet became a celebrity of sorts among the villagers for what she had done.
Other (Pets, Home...): Nealah currently lives in Brir with her Herbalist apprentice, Aoife.
Role-Play Sample: Nealah sat at the small table, stirring the bowl of gruel monotonously as Aoife sat across from her, looking at her in disgust.
"Eat, won't you?" Aoife hissed, reaching across the table to slide the bowl closer to Nealah.
"I'm not hungry," Nealah grunted back, still stirring the slop.
"What do you mean you're not - Nealah? Are you alright? You look pa- Neal!"
Nealah had collapsed to the ground, twisting and contorting like a fish out of water. Her jaws locked shut, biting down on her lips until they bled furiously. "Nealah!" Aoife cried.
Colors flashed across her eyes, and she held a hand up, blinded.
"Mum?" Nealah said, her voice hardly audible, as though carried off by a fierce wind. She could hear whispers, words she couldn't understand but could easily place. Color were flashing across the blackness now, greens and blues and reds and oranges as the soft, gentle whispers soothed her. It was her mother's voice, cooing her name like she did when she was only an infant. Nealah could swear she heard her mother say her name.
"Mum!" She cried, sure of it now.
The colors gave way to a hazy image of her mother and father, her mother crying into her father's arms, repeating
"We failed her, Baoith. We failed her." Nealah shook her head furiously, wishing desperately for her to understand.
"You didn't fail me!" Nealah was crying now. Her eyelids were getting heavy, and a pounding headache came like a new explosion of color, bringing her to her knees in pain.
"You didn't!" she persisted. "Wait, I will show you!" Nealah struggled to her feet, and began walking toward her parents, who were still holding each other. As though they can't hear me! Slowly, the image of them evaporated, leaving Nealah doubled over in pain, wailing for them to return to her.
"Nealah, please wake up!" Aoife cried. Nealah could feel teardrops hitting her chest as Aoife slipped a potion between her lips. It stung her to the core, but eventually numbed to a warmness, and she sat up.
"I..." Nealah trailed off, unsure of what to do or say. She had told Aoife stories of her brother and his own visions, so she was well aware of what had happened. She only just noticed she was in her bed, her feet wrapped tightly so as to keep them from flailing during her convulsions. Aoife herself had held down Nealah's arms.
"Don't speak. Don't sleep. Please, just lay." Aoife said, drying her eyes in an embarrassed manner as she retreated out of the room.
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