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Post: 8854118_1 created on Sun, 10 Jul 2005 06:48:17 +0000
Posted: Sun, 10 Jul 2005 06:48:17 +0000

"People once believed, that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens, that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can't rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes the crow could bring that soul back to put the wrong things right."

- The Crow

This, as you may have read in the title, is a 'quest' for a Fa'e. Of course, there is no monetary value that can count you amongst the ranks of the guardians. There are no auctions to save up for or flatsales to prey upon. There is luck and there is companionship. There's hope and friends.

There are dreams.

In the hearts of all it starts as a dream... It starts as a myth and, from there, a character forms. For some people this character is so real that they can hear it echoing. For others it's just a nifty idea. For me it's a chance to become a part of the greater picture... The desire to put my handprint on the great wall that the Fa'e community has formed within the Breedables Forum.

That's my dream.

Do you dare to dream?

Wit by Cere and Skye

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Post: 8854118_2 created on Sun, 10 Jul 2005 06:50:49 +0000
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"One crow, sorrow, two crows, joy, three crows for a girl, four crows for a boy, five crows for silver, six crows for gold, seven crows for a secret thats never been told"

- The Crow

Name: Deirdre Morri
Meaning of Name: The name Deirdre means sorrow, which is rather fitting for the reincarnation of a goddess who brought sorrow to many only to feel it herself. The name Morri comes from her previous life as the deity, Morrigan.

History: Ever since the death of myth, many have come up with various ideas about the Morrigan. One is that she was the Triad itself. That is not the truth. The Morrigan made up the Triad with her sisters, Babd and Nemain. Others have made the assumption that because the Triad had the reputation of bringing death and discord wherever they went, they were not human enough to feel love and grief for what they did. Babd and Nemain may not have...but there was something that set the Morrigan apart from them...this is her story.

The sky... For some reason she had always felt somewhat at peace while soaring through the clouds. It was almost as if that was the only place where she was at home. The others of her kind held no fear for her there. They seemed to accept her. Even when she took the time to land and join them in the feast from a fresh carcass they welcomed her.

Not at all like the humans. No, they feared her. They never saw the good things that she did for them. The crow was always a death omen. Never did she mean a happy birth, or that a woman or man would be receiving a night of passionate love. No, the Morrigan brought death. She began to think that she was death...or that death was her...

Silky black feathers beat against the wind as she caught onto a current that swept her higher. As she flew her cares swirled around her, over her wings and beneath her body, lifting her once more to that often unattainable nirvana. Of course, that peace lasted for no more than a fleeting moment as a harsh gust forced her beneath the clouds. A storm was gathering...

She had been flying, just as she was now, thinking on many things that she couldn't find the time to think about while she was in human form. The winds had knocked her from her course, throwing her into a tree in a way that should have shattered her wing. Somehow she had managed to shift into a more attractive form before he found her, battered and bruised. Carefully he carried her to his camp, tending to her wounds and seeing to her every need. Perhaps that was why she had fallen in love with him.

Humans were funny as far as love was concerned. "Falling" was a good way to put it, for it was often painful and frequently left one hurting in ways that they could never fathom to begin with. Of course, females see love differently than males as well. It was so much different for crows. So different that she felt odd thinking about it while in this form.

She had offered her love to CuChulainn and, in doing so, she revealed to him the goddess that she was. He failed to see her for the woman that existed beneath that role, forcing her away for fear of his life should he ever anger her. Foolish man. Rejection was never taken well by any of the Triad...he learned that well. I never would have come for him. I would have offered him immortality if only... If only what? If he had agreed to love her? What do men know of love?

Spurned, she had turned back towards the world of man, throwing herself into her 'work'...hoping to forget the man that she had 'loved'. She sat watch over the wives of soldiers, inspiring them to passions that would have died had it not been for her lust. She had come for lives, young and old...and she had seen fear.

Why did they fear her? She wasn't going to harm them. She only meant to bring them to a better place. Well, for most it was a better place... She didn't understand it. Why did the mortals fear her? Why did they fear death? She had to find out...even if it meant 'living' a 'life' amongst them in order to do so.

She brought her wings in close to her body, swooping down to the ground for a magnificent landing in front of the sister whom she trusted to finish the task with the swiftest strokes. Slender ivory digits formed from ebony pinions as bones elongated into curvy feminine limbs. The Morrigan stood in all of her splendor, fiery hair whipping about as the storm closed in around them.

"You're late." Thunder cracked.

"I know." A flash lit the sky.

"My sister, are you sure that this is what you want?" Tension filled the air.

"Yes, Babd. Do it now." She took the tip of the b*****d sword and pointed it at her heart, letting her eyes focus on those of her sister. The waters began to pour.

With one timely thrust the deed was done and the Morrigan was no more.

Personality:
Deirdre has a fiery, feisty personality and rarely bites her tongue when it comes to defending those that she feels the closest to. Of course, that is if anyone actually manages to get close to her. Around newcomers she may appear shy and somewhat untouchable, which some will perceive as arrogance. In reality, she is just afraid that being around her will cause something horrid to happen to them. That being the case, when she does make friends she becomes fiercely protective of them...attempting to keep them safe from life as well as those in it. Although shy, she is no pushover. She won't allow herself to be controlled by anyone, male or female.

She despises riddles as well as those who speak in them...far different from her past life, where she was well known for speaking in ways that men would not understand. She loathes cats and would rather walk over hot coals than spend time in the same room as one unless her soul purpose for being in that room is to agitate the feline.

She loves music, finding that various melodies and lyrics soothing. Somehow, she is convinced that answers can be found in lyrics. Many will believe that this is naive...others will think it brilliant, especially when she actually does find her answers.

Appearance: Fiery red hair that trails off into feather-like, ebony colored tips... Blazing emerald eyes that have traces of an odd blue around the edges.

Powers: She posses the ability to take on the form of a hooded crow. As the Morrigan reborn, she also has the ability to bring forth an illusion of what someone fears the most in order to distract them into a defeat. She can also summon an illusion to light the fires of passion within someone's heart.

Both of these powers are known to backfire though, leaving her to run for the hills, or follow someone around with longing until the effects wear off.

Being the goddess of battle, she also has some knowledge of weaponry, favoring the short sword, rapier and crossbow.

How do the powers and your character relate back to your mythos? The Morrigan was able to take on the form of a hooded crow. Her appearance was also known as a sign for defeat in battle or impending death. The illusion could have been what frightened the warriors of old into making that fatal mistake in battle.

As many people feared the Morrigan as a sign of death, I found it only fitting that her character should have some sort of fear about the doom that she brings to others. As a warrior goddess, she had to be fierce when on the front lines, especially when defending things that she believes about. That is also reflected in her personality reborn.

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Post: 8854118_3 created on Sun, 10 Jul 2005 06:52:41 +0000
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"Somebody once said the way to get rid of someone, is to let them what they want."

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Post: 8854118_4 created on Tue, 16 Aug 2005 06:40:52 +0000
Posted: Tue, 16 Aug 2005 06:40:52 +0000

*nabs a spot* ^_^ Good luck! I hope you don't have any objections if I put a link to you on my own quest page?

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Post: 8854118_5 created on Tue, 16 Aug 2005 17:23:19 +0000
Posted: Tue, 16 Aug 2005 17:23:19 +0000

No objections at all. X3 I had quite a few links in my first quest thread... But then Gaia decided to eat it. Luckily I've backed up all of my info now. @.@