Post by Taibhreamh on Sept 23, 2009 0:14:02 GMT
the roleplayer
NAME: Sethron
GENDER: None
AGE: I'm over 13
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: Forever
OTHER CHARACTERS: Meredith, Fedafyr, Paris, Alin, Aries
HOW YOU FOUND US: I walked through the stargate.
Taibhreamh
In my Field of paper flowers,
And candied clouds that rise above...
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me.
NAME: Sethron
GENDER: None
AGE: I'm over 13
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: Forever
OTHER CHARACTERS: Meredith, Fedafyr, Paris, Alin, Aries
HOW YOU FOUND US: I walked through the stargate.
Taibhreamh
In my Field of paper flowers,
And candied clouds that rise above...
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me.
character basics
NICKNAMES: Tai (Please, pronunciation of his name is Tai-vrav, for those of you that don't know gaelic)
AGE: Appears 8
GROUP: Dream Being
SPECIES: Human
OCCUPATION Formerly the Wise One
GENDER: male
PLAY-BY: Metatronappearance
Angel lockes fall around soft childish features. Taibhreamh is all big eyes and smiles for those around him. Constantly worried about his sister's misgivings getting them into trouble with the ever-lost Coimeádaí, he often clings to his sisters jacket and tries to urge her with pleading looks. In his hand constantly is a large rabbit, held up close to his face as if to hide him. His clothes are often irish-catholic schoolboy types, plaid and a nice coat with thick rainboots and warm pants.
His hair is platinum, his eyes are blue, his teeth are white and his skin is pale, the epitome of snow in this misty gray world.personality
Likes
Taibhreamh likes the sky, he likes his boots and his coat and the Coimeádaí, he likes the people of this world and the mist that seems to permeate throughout it. He enjoys the touch of his sister's hand, it makes him feel safe, and he likes to joke and laugh. Tai likes.. many things. He'd be hard put to tell you what he did not like in this world of his; he wants to know everything, and likes feeling the world beneath him. He wants to understand those around him, bring them smiles and assure them of their personal worth. He is young and naive, and easily frightened, easily worried.
Dislikes
Of the few things Taibhreamh can find in his small mind that he hates, there is one that filters through the coils quickly: Intruders. Those people who entered the Codladh Domhan so many years ago, tilting the carefully constructed balance of his own understanding and seperating him into this... He does not understand intellectually why he dislikes his state of being, or even what he was previous, but there is a measure of resentment that he doesn't comprehend.
Fears
To put it short and simple, Tai is like a pampered 8 year old who has never seen a hard day of his life. From his clothing to the girlish screams as his sister chases him around in one of her horrible masks, Tai feels more at ease in a subtle, harmonious environment.
Overview
Tai is young, and therefore, his personality hasn't quite blossomed yet. He imitates those around him and tries to create a persona for himself as any small child would do. Very few things are solidly decided upon in his mind, as he is at the malleable stages of youth. He strives to please the adults around him, and strives to understand things he cannot. Sometimes, points of clarity are bestowed upon him, and he will truly utter something wise from days gone by.family & history
--Note, both Trom and Tai's history are the same; you should only have to read it once--
An Críonna was born at the beginning of the world, or so the legends say. It was a part of the Dreaming, as much as the Dreaming was part of it. A traveller, An Críonna was a hermit but for its small entourage of followers who ran its messages of urgency to the appropriate places. Known but unknown throughout the lands, it was an entity of mystery and hope. It spoke to the grounds and the grounds spoke back.
At first, the occasional entrant into the dream world was nothing more than a curiousity to It. Piqued, It sought out these visitors and spoke with them, learning of their own world and taking the knowledge that was given with gracious hope and little understanding.
... Then it began.
Nobody knows how fast the madness set in; it drove many of the followers away as the anger seemed to seep in through the very flesh of the once gracious and patient wise one. "The world tilts! The intruders will destroy us! Destroy!" Its rants and raves became little but babble, but for years, nothing came of them but An Críonna's degeneration. In his brief moments of clarity, uncontrollable sobs and apologies spilled from Its lips. Though no violence had yet been done, It bred those evils in its mind. Cruelty had found its way into the wise one's head and It could not bear it.
The last of his followers took it upon herself to spare An Críonna's suffering. The severance from the very bonds that held the wise one together was a cruel mercy, only capable by the deepest of loves.
Thus, Tromluí and Taibhreamh were "born". Different halves, severed forever from their intimate bond with the natures of Codladh Domhan. Only whispers echo in their small heads now, and the savior, their "Coimeádaí", still follows them.
