Shiv's Papers

You are a Scathach! The Scathach are one of the
most mysterious houses. The Scathach, or grey
walkers, remained on Earth when the other sidhe
fled to Arcadia, and consider it their task to
watch over and protect the fey. Scathach are
master of all forms of combat, both armed and
unarmed. They are also trained in the ways of
stealth. Unlike other sidhe, the power of
banality does not wear so heavily on the
Scathach, for they practice the Changeling way
of sharing a body with a mortal. However, they
exhibit a frightening battle rage when
fighting, and this, combined with their skill
and silent demeanor, makes the other fey fear
them.


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Not good. Not feckin good.

"Don't worry, House Leahnaun Of Concordia isn't interested in you."

Feck you baroness or whatever yer feckin title is. Tell me she didn't have nothin ta do with the Feckin spook that's here.

Not only that, she's impersinatin Lady Shayndel. Makin it look like Shay is ravagin people. This sucks.

I jest hope that if I bring Sammy or Billy a sidhe in a box they'll be able ta tell who's who. Cause as of Right the feck now it's freeze first and question later.

I feckin hate this. part o me was lookin fer a little piece and quiet fer a change. feck that, aye?

Well, this was an interesting day fer me, and that's fer sure.

So Shayndel and Billy, they call a meetin ta discuss the region. Funny how when they do that nobody but Boston ever Shows up. I figure what they aught ta do is just throw a huge feckin party. That aught ta drag people in, and then they can talk politics all they feckin want.

Well, anyways, while we're all gabbin away, this huge feckin bug shows up and off go Billy, Curran and this childling name o Cobalt. They smush the damned bug faster than ye can imagine, and come back. No sooner do they do so, then this big walkin pile o garbage shows up. Seems he's tired and bored, and wants ta give back somethin he's been holdin on to.

A hearthstone. Fer a freehold in the fort.

So Billy an Sammy, they go and set up the freehold. Get it lit. And the call up Shandel and go to swear. Only they're already sworn ta a freehold, right? so it don't work.

They grab me, an Cobalt (who's an eshu) an Curran, and we swear ta it.

Only afters does it occur ta me something. If I'm sworn ta this freehold, How am I supposed ta help with findin the Complication?

shyte.

Just a quick OOC note for you all

I have gone through the effort to have my character registered as part of the Irish Changeling Game.

The ANST Shining Host in Ireland has informed me that I'm the ONLY Clurichaun in the United States who can claim to be from Ireland!

All you others are Faking it! HA!

Lord above, I wish I kenned which direction ta go.

Me mates from that ship I sailed upon so many lifetimes ago are ta be in Maine soon. They want me ta meet them, and go after our old ship, which was lost ta the dreamin long ago.

Or go ta White Sands, and return the hospitality o Lady Shayndel by helpin her late husband's land free themselves o the minions o the Enemy.

Or to Northern Ice, ta battle a True Formorian, like I came ta Boston ta do.

I don't know which way ta go. I'm no soothsayer. No knower of the future. I'm just a man with a gun and a ######.* All I do know is I canna sit around any longer.

But where ta go?

(ooc: all of Shiv's entries look handwritten, despite the fact that this is a transmitted media.
* the text marked with ###### was written and scratched out. Those with a form of Hightened Senses may be able to make out the words beneath, but it will be difficult.





it says Killer.)

Clurichaun. You are one of the little people, or so
they say. No, you don't have Lucky Charms, but
you can disappear in the twinkling of an eye,
and you love you drink, perhaps a little too
much some days. Still, you can drink with the
best of them, and ya know you have Irish blood
running through your veins.


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Ok, I did this cause I was bored.

http://www.okcupid.com/personality?type=RGLD&g=1&o=1&h=127

The Boy Next Door
Random Gentle Love Dreamer (RGLDm)


Kind, yearning, playful, you are The Boy Next Door. You're looking for real Love, a lot like girls do. It might not be manly, but it's sweet.

We think the next three years will be very exciting and fruitful ones for you. Your spontaneous, creative side makes you a charming date, and we think you have a horny side just waiting to shine. Or glisten, rather. You enter new relationships unusually hopeful, and the first moments are especially glorious. If you've had some things not work out before, so what.


Your exact opposite:
The 5-Night Stand

Deliberate Brutal Sex Master

On paper, most girls would name the Boy Next Door as their ideal mate. In the real world, however, you're often passed over for more dangerous or masculine men. You're the typical "nice guy:" without just a touch of cockiness, you're doomed with girls. A shoulder to cry on? Okay, sure. But never a penis to hold.

More than any other type, Boys Next Door evolve as they get older. As we said, many find true love, but some fail miserably in the search. These tarnished few grow up to be The Men Next Door, who are creepy as hell, offering backrubs to kids and what not.


ALWAYS AVOID: The Nymph

CONSIDER: The Maid of Honor, The Peach

((ooc: sad to say, I got this same result ooc as I did IC. ))

So, I'm goin through me case, and found a few o me old photos.

Gods I miss me mates.

Of course, there was Lady Abigail, a Sidhe lass, 'n a wilder when I was childling. Billy wondered once why I'd serve a Sidhe. Don't know why he's got an issue with it. But here's the reason: Simple, really. She raised me since I was a wee lad. She was the only mum I ever knew. So feck off Billy.

Twasn't just Her that died the night the bald protestant bastard and his bunch o' jackboots kicked in the door, though.

Al and Ed. Alphonse and Edward Elric. Identical Brothers, save in the dreamin. Ed was a nocker, Al a troll, both master dream makers. Youngest members o' the order o' alchemists too. Al always looked sorta like a big old suit o' armor thanks ta a curse, but he was a kind lad. Jest don't call Ed a pipsqueak. Me comin along made him real happy, seein' as I was smaller than him and always would be.

I buried them side by side. that's how they stood in life. Fittin how brothers should be buried.

Then there's Michael. A sluagh, he was best with daggers, and taught me all I knew. Couldn't teach stealth fer some reason. Jest couldn't get it that I don't move like he does. He was the Baroness' age, and I'm bettin he was her seer.

Kino.

She was the first Eshu I'd ever met. Thought she was a boy at first. Little tomboy with her motorbike. that bastard never liked me, But Hermes didn't like anyone but Kino so it was all right.

She all but laughed her arse off the first time I met a non-asian Eshu and told him he was a liar fer claimin ta be one. She taught me lots o' things, stealth most of all, and was a dear friend when there weren't none left fer me.

All I ever found o' her was her hat, after the fire. That and her pistol. I'd like ta think maybe she got away, escaped the way them Eshu do. But she'd never run from a fight, and she'd never leave that pistol behind. Her teacher gave it to her.

I planted a cherry tree on her grave. They were her favorite flowers, so maybe in a while I'll go back.

Rupert was the house Boggan. By that I mean he did all the cookin and kept house. Only grump I knew, seemed he was a butler before he woke up ta the dreamin' and never stopped bein one. Never kenned him fer a fighter, but he died protectin Lady Abigail. Him I buried near ta her, in case in the afters she needs somethin.

damn this is depressin. I need a drink.

Out.

Hello mates,
Well, I'm back. Me and Shrike went ta do a little huntin in Maine. Alas, I couldn't find much more n' a rabbit. This time. Soon as I get me shite in order I'll be back up that way.

Billy went and got himself some high flauntin Military job. Very interestin that. Very deservin too, from what I hear.

He questioned me the other night as ta why I'm stickin around here. Honestly, I don't know. It's nice ta hang my hat round other Irish, there's that. And me enemies haven't found me yet.

But he got me ta thinkin. Sure, that lass Miranda says I'm a pirate, and part of her crew. But then again, she's a pooka, and they say lots o things.

anyways, I got me a nice little place on 7th street. Got me a job bouncin too. That'll last till I get me some coin. Maybe take the lass at the bar's offer ta learn the trade.

Well, Saturday I show Billy jest what Lady Abagail had in mind fer me. Should be a fun time.