Ó FAOLAIN, CATRIONA KELLAN

[Catriona Kellan Ó Faolain]

N A M E Nymph
C O N T A C T S Nymphies in the Cbox
O T H E R . C H A R A C T E R S N/A
R A N D O M . F A C T I have a pointy ear and fang fetish XD

N A M E Countess Catriona Kellan Ó Faolain
N I C K N A M E S She is often referred to with the 'cute' nicknames of Cat or even Kitty, she does not care for these all that much. Instead she likes to be called Kel, preferring to go by her middle name which is not as girly or feminine as her first name.
A G E Seventeen
B I R T H D A T E October Twenty-Ninth
G E N D E R Female
S E X U A L I T Y Heterosexual but open to anything once.
O C C U P A T I O N Besides being a pain to most everyone that happens to cross her path, except for her sister? Cat excels in swordplay, her natural grace and speed, plus the added ability of being ambidextrous, allows her to wield two blades at once. She has no real occupation however and is often just wandering around seeking adventure and fun where ever her feet take her, always coming back to check on her sister.
M A G I C ?
Lucky enough for Kel she seems to possess the ability to heal rather rapidly from most any injury. She was rarely sick while growing up and even broken bones would be fully healed within a matter of an hour. The older she has gotten, and consequently the more injuries she has sustained, the quicker her ability has begun to heal her.

There is another ability she was gifted with, one she is not too fond of but has studied for many years to try and master it just in case it mastered her instead. Kel has always had an affinity for and to water, any liquid really. She has been able to manipulate it even in the tiniest of forms, draw it from even the driest of destinations, all because she has studied it for so long so that she has mastered it even at her young age. What caused her to be so vigilant about this ability was an accident she caused, for her own person, one day after being injured from falling out of a tree. She already knew it would heal but she wanted it to hurry up and at such a young age she had little control over her other ability. The blood began to flow out of her body to pool underneath her until she passed out from loss. This inspired her to work hard on mastering such a possibly dangerous ability.

ADMIN CLASSIFICATIONS
Accelerated Healing: Level 1, Class A
Water Manipulation: Level 2, Class A

H E I G H T Five feet and Ten inches
W E I G H T She has the tendency to vary in weight from as low as one hundred forty pounds to one hundred sixty pounds. Though the highest level does not look bad on her because of her height the lowest makes her appear too thin and somewhat sickly at times.
B U I L D Tall and slender of frame do not mistake her willowy form for a weakness. Kel is actually rather physically strong and her muscles are visible whenever she is unclothed. Though she often hides her gender if one were to pay close enough attention or if she were to wear tight clothing certain aspects of her sex would give her away. Breasts are of a decent size, small enough to not get in the way of her fighting but large enough for a handful, hips swell and waist dips giving her frame the subtle hint of an hourglass to combat the willowy stature she really wants.
E Y E S Kel was blessed with eyes that stand out greatly when compared to both her hair and skin color. Large and expressive they shine darkly in any light. The color of obsidian glass she has always been a bit embarrassed by them and often will not look people in the eyes while speaking with them. Her eyelashes are a lighter red then her hair and make her eyes appear even larger then they already are.
H A I R Thick and bright red Kel has the type of hair that you will not forget the moment you lay your eyes on it. She wears it in a side braid, no preference for right or left, most often. Though she denies being girly it is obvious she takes very good care of her hair because it is incredibly shiny and if you can get your hands on it, silky soft to the touch. The length has varied much in her lifetime, from long enough to touch her butt to short enough to skim her shoulders, it seems she has settled on the length of just reaching her breasts.
I D E N T I F I E R S The most obvious is her hair color, much like her sisters. Though if you get a chance to see her eyes you will never forget them either. Callouses line the palms of both her hands from the constant swordplay. There is a birthmark on her upper right thigh close to the inside, it is flushed in color and shaped like a half moon.
A P P E A R A N C E True to her testament of not being overly girly, or girly at all she would vehemently correct, her eyebrows are not neat and trim. They are slim though, an inherited thing for sure, and lighter in color like her eyelashes. Her lips are rather full and shaped almost perfectly, only accentuated when she absolutely has to for some special function. Her skin is terribly pale with freckles along the tops of her breasts and the sides of both of her hips. Kel tries hard to keep covered in the sun, many years growing up receiving sunburns have taught her to be safe and careful. The young noble stands tall at all times, even if it causes her to tower over others, in fact she tends to count on it because it makes it easier for people to confuse her for a male. To help perpetuate this farce Kel wears male clothing at all times, the only exception is if someone (coughArinacough) puts up a big fuss about it. That would be the only time she would wear anything besides her usual attire.

L I K E S
+Swords
+Men's Clothing
+Fights
+Drinking
+Gambling
+Adventure & Fun
+Arina
+Mountain Climbing
+Thunderstorms
+Horses
+Reading
D I S L I K E S
+Losing
+Ranged Weapons
+Whores
+Being Bored
+Dresses
+Whiny People
+Lying
+Special Occasions (Because that means dressing up)
+Illiteracy (Vows to somehow find a way to help stop this)
F E A R S
+Fire. (Though not debilitating she does not like to be near it. When she was really young stumbled too close to a fireplace and nearly ended up completely burnt if it weren't for her sister's quick thinking.)
+Falling in Love (While the idea seems alright the concept does not. She has seen too many strong women turn into sad little girls they moment they end up feeling something more then friendship for another.)
+Losing her Sister (Kel is very close to Arina and loves her more then anything. She tries not to be too suspicious of her new husband but cannot help it because of how protective she can be of her sister.)
S T R E N G T H S
+Speed & Grace
+Strength her frame does not attest to.
+Ambidextrous
+Proficiency in wielding two blades at once time.
+Horseback Riding
+Literate
+High Endurance (Due to lots of training with two blades and mountain climbing)
W E A K N E S S E S
+Arina (It does not take much, usually, for her sister to get her to do what she wants.)
+Restless Soul (Kel has a problem with staying in one place for too long and will become antsy and agitated sometimes even after just a few days.)
+Cockiness (Because she is strong and fast she has a tendency to think she can do pretty much anything.)
+Lack of Common Sense (Because of the above Weakness and this she often puts herself into incredibly dangerous situations without even realizing it.)
+Eyesight (Her hatred of ranged weapons only stems from her inability to use them well. She has poor long distance eyesight and cannot make out much if anything at all beyond a hundred feet)
Q U I R K S If her happens to be loose she can be seen constantly putting it behind her ears even if it has not moved in front of them. Kel also nibbles on her lower lip a lot, especially the right side, a habit she showcases mostly when she is thinking.
G O A L S Lifelong goal is to just have as much fun and adventure as possible. Other goals she has figured on is to beat sense into any males who are oppressing females or just generally being idiots. Helping find a way to get the impoverished books or classes on how to read. Encourage her sister to have many babies so she has lots of nieces and nephews to spoil and play with.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Kel is a tomboy through and through. She enjoys drinking and gambling and playing high stakes games with the best of them. It would be a cold day in hell (or one in which someone she loves dearly coaxed her greatly) before she would ever be caught in anything but men's clothing. She cannot stand the way dresses hinder the way a person can move and fight back if necessary. At one point in time she was rather pratical but as she grew up that seemed to mostly leave her and now she is full of vinegar and vim, brimming with risk taking and the sheer need for adventure in her life.

Catriona can be the best friend you have ever had. She will stick with a person, unless bored out of her mind, through thick and thin. Sacrificing all of who she is just to make them happy or to at least see that they are. She is terribly rowdy and has a lot of trouble sitting still however and is known well for this. To meet her on the street you would never know she was raised in a noble household with etiquette and manners and everything a proper lady should be. If necessary she can pull these abilities out and use them but rarely does she see a reason for such things. When it comes to males she has a hearty interest, in beating sense into them. The only ones she had bedded before were the type who could best her in combat, ones she could respect. This is not to say she is misogynistic, she sees nothing wrong with certain types of males but most of them are just sad and pathetic, same with most females. Cat will never understand why they cower under a man's rule and allow them to get away with so much, she has a lot of disdain for this type. The sniveling whiners.

F A M I L Y
Josephine Elain Ó Faolain -- 45 -- Mother
Frithen Jahel Ó Faolain -- 48 -- Father
Arina Fala Morial (Ó Faolain) -- 19 –Sister
Dante A'mer Morial -- 20 -- Brother-In-Law
P L A C E . O F . B I R T H Windington, Niendra North
H I S T O R Y
When Cat was born there wasn't much going on. Peace or at least the mockery of it, reigned supreme and stress for her parents was little to none. She was the baby of the family, two years younger then her elder sister and treated like a little princess. Because the two young girls were so close in age however they were forced to spend most of their time together. Much like most siblings they began to resent this and fought over pretty much everything, even if there was no real reason for them to. Not to say they did not love each other, because there was a whole lot of that involved, but they were siblings and they did spend far too much time in each others company. Finally though when Arina was old enough to start taking her lessons did the fighting slow down. Catriona was left to spend much time alone and instead of playing with the dolls they were given she would skulk about the home and try to sneak into closed and locked doors. Finding out secrets or things she shouldn't. This was when her penchant for trouble making became pretty obvious and a bit of a pain to any adult whose care she was left in at the time.

Soon enough they engaged her young mind with lessons and riding as well and she too took to things with a great vigor and enthusiasm. Kel loved the horses and would sneak out at night just to go for rides in dangerous areas the older she got. Nothing quite matched the exhilaration she felt when on horseback zipping through streets or the woods. She was a natural with the equines and they all seemed to love her as well. Though much to the chagrin of the ones teaching her how to ride, she was more apt to tricks and riding like a man then a woman. She began to steal men's clothing where ever she could find it and refused to wear anything ladylike or girly at all.

Around the age of eight was when her interest in swords first started to take shape. She had proven many years ago that she was neither left nor right handed and was able to use both appendages equally. They told her that was called ambidextrous, she just thought it was neat. So when she wanted to learn how to use swords they taught her with both hands off and on until she showed the same amount of proficiency with both. That was when the real fun began, when they taught her how to use both of her weapons at the same time. It was love at first try and even though she was hurt time and time again she was all about it and would sometimes forgo sleep and food just to practice.

Even though through these years she became proficient in both dual swordplay and the mastery of her most dangerous ability she had harder and infinitely more difficult tasks to accomplish. The act of being a lady. There were lessons in reading and writing of which she was already good at, but then there was etiquette, dancing and anything that a proper lady should know how to do. While she was good with these things and did them during lesson time she quickly would change into male clothes and romp around the homestead acting more like a man then the lady they wanted her to.

Soon enough it seemed that her sister was going to leave her though. Even after all their years together the eldest sibling was betrothed to another person who did not live that close to them. They had spent so much of their time together, with Cat following Arina around most of the time and beating up any boys who were mean to her or her friends. The wedding was a joyous occasion and when Kel finally met her brother-in-law she was happily surprised. The guy was not bad looking and rather nice, which meant cute and sweet babies in the future! This was when she was fifteen however and soon she had to go back home as well.

There was talk of her too being betrothed, she was after all royalty and titled, but Kel was having none of that. She ran away from home, only keeping in contact with her sister with frequent letters of her escapades. She has been 'on the lam' for a little under two years now and does not plan on returning home any time soon. If she does her family may try and marry her off as well. Besides that, what man in their right mind wants to marry a free-thinking and strong-willed young woman who could more then likely kick their butt as to listen to anything they have to say?

C O D E . W O R D wyeshing
S A M P L E . P O S T
She had conquered the mountain, the bottom of the large rock lay far beneath her. It had taken some time sure but it was well worth it. The tall redhead took a deep breath of the cool, crisp, clear air and let it out slowly, savoring both her victory and the beauty that came with being on such a precipice. Unfortunately it was starting to get dark which meant it would be getting a great deal colder, freezing to death after such an accomplishment would just not be any good. Shrugging her shoulders she slid the large and heavy pack off her slender back and it landed on the ground with a thud. Long fingered hands opened up the well worn pack and rifled through till they found a lantern and some flint and steel. “If I don't get some light up here I won't even be able to see to set up my tent in the first place!” Sure she was talking out loud to herself but that was nothing new, not like she was expecting anyone to be up here with her.

Once the lantern was lit Kel unfastened her bedroll and set it aside so that she could get to the folded up tent. In the coming darkness, using only her small lantern for light she set up the tent, cursing like a lady never should and stabbing herself at least once with one of the pegs. Before too long though it was ready and she shuffled inside on her hands and knees, pulling both her now lighter pack and the bedroll with her. “Now I shall write a letter to my dear sister and tell her where I am at this very moment. Oh I know how envious she will be but she is happy.” Smiling to herself she rummaged once more into her pack and pulled out several sheets of parchment, a quill and an ink pot. Belatedly she wondered what anyone would think should they here someone talking to themselves, perhaps that she was crazy. Then again, maybe they would be part right? Chuckling to no one but her own person she lay on her stomach and began to compose a letter that would be sent by courier to her sister once she got back down from the mountain top.

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