This looks like fun and I adore the books and the series so the idea of an rp in this 'verse just makes me all kinds of giddy! lol If you're not taking players anymore than I'll just tuck the app away to be tweaked for something else. :)Name:
Siobhan O'ConnerActual Age:
20ish, can look a bit younger at times depending on clothes and hair/makeupSex:
Human (Fairy Blood)Powers:
Clear Vision: makes her immune glamour and allows her to see/hear the "truth" of things. Lieing to her is pointless, she may not know the truth, but she'll know she's being lied to and call you on it. Best to just say "No Comment".Skills:
Cooking, dancing, marksmanship (she likes guns), gardening (her family says she could make plants grow out of stone) and speaks English and French fluently and can read basic Gaelic courtesy of her Nan.Personality:
Siobhan can be as temperamental as her fiery mane of hair would lead you to believe. She can swing from happy and sunny to darker than thunderclouds in almost a heartbeat but has gotten better over the years at controlling her mood swings. Or at least appearing to control them and simply not letting them show as much. Mostly she is an optimist but there's a streak of pragmatism in her too and she can be far more practical than is comfortable for most people, not bothering with the polite lies that most of society skates around on. She can be blunt to the point of rudeness but is never mean spirited or wantonly cruel.Bio:
Born to loving parents she always knew there was something a bit different about her family. Her mother had the gift of Sight, no one was able to lie to her without her knowing it, and her Nan told the most fantastic stories of meeting a Fae and taking him as a lover for a time while Grandad fought in the War(her Gift let her know Nan believed it, but she wasn't sure she did). Other than her Gift, and the annoyances it brought, her life was mostly normal. Born and raised in Maine they moved around a bit until her father finally opened his own contracting business in Bangor. With Mom helping him, it didn't take long for business to be booming and they settled in quite comfortably. Making friends was difficult because people lied to each other on an almost daily basis and it grated on her nerves. Even the whitest of lies ("Of course that dress doesn't make you look fat!") jangled her nerves and made her teeth clench. It made her a bit of a loner but the few friends she did have simply learned not to bother lying to her and to just tell her they didn't want to talk about something instead of lying about it.
As an adult it was easier to pretend not to hear all the lies around her, but they drifted on the air like a summer breeze and she simply learned to ignore most of them. There was no real harm in the majority of the lies she heard and when she thought there might be she would call a person out on it, but mostly they were just none of her business and so she went about her day and tried to avoid the people that tried to used her for their own personal lie detector.
Nothing pisses her off faster than someone asking, "Would you tell me if my husband/boyfried/lover is lying to me?!"