Unseelie BansheeDirty Secret:
Siobhan saw to the demise of her parents and her two sisters.Court:
Lady of the Black HarpSex:
Old, very old (In her mortal seeming she appears to be in her late 20’s)Orientation:
<Please include a link to your own On’s in addition to any On’s your character may have.>Off’s:
<Please include a link to your own Off’s in addition to any Off’s your character may have.>Appearance:
Hair: Blonde (Mortal Seeming) Ethereal White
Eyes: Ice Blue
Height: 5 ft 1 in / 155 cm
Weight: 50 kg / 110 poundsDescription:
<Written description of character, images or both. Include a description of your character’s Fae self and what they look like in human form. Include a description of your mantle as well of you are a member of one of the courts.>Personality:
Siobhan can be a conceited, wanton, capricious girl who is manipulative, and vengeful much like the rest of the Fae pledged to the Dark Court. Like all Banshees, she is empathic to a degree and will often reflect the strong emotions of those around her giving rise to the notoriously mercurial personalities of some Fae. Siobhan exemplifies this flighty temperament seeming to fall in love in one breath and become enraged in the next. She has gotten much better over the years in subduing the most extreme shifts in her disposition… at least on the surface.
Conceited: Siobhan is excessively proud of herself and her physical appearance, both her mortal seeming and Fae visage.
Wanton: She like all dark Fae can be cruel or even violent in action and word, she takes deliberate pleasure in destroying those that have provoked her ire. Be it the next instant or years later.
Sly: Almost by default Siobhan is deceitful of nature, cunning and cruel. Lies are just another tool to achieve her goals.
Capricious: She is often given to sudden and unaccountable changes of mood or behavior her fae nature making her chaotic. Particularly when she feel slighted in some fashion.
Manipulative: Siobhan is not above using others to get what she wants. Just pawns to further her ends, her desires.
Vengeful: Woe be to those that draw the wrath of a Banshee, especially a would be Banshee Queen. Changeling Abilities:Long lived
– Outside of Arcadia changelings are mortal though love lived. Changelings need glamor to live and use their magic.Glamour
– The art of making one thing look like another. All Changelings have this ability to some extent. Their true selves and all things made of glamour or from the hedge appear mundane to human eyes unless the human has been glamoured in which case they can see the Changelings as they truly are. Many Changelings learn to expand their use of glamour to spin incredibly realistic illusions. Oath Spinning
– The Changelings take oaths and promises very seriously. A true oath will state what is expected of the Changelings and the thing they are oathsworn too and what the repercussions are to both parties should they break this oath.Contracts:
Whisper Wisp; Ghostly disembodied voices can distract and frighten, or communicate
Murmuring Hum; The weak willed are directed they find the voices in their head have a plan.
Hum of Sympathy; Sway the emotions of those that can hear the faint susurration of the enchanted song.
Howling Shriek; The Banshee can shatter glass and stone or sunder flesh and bone.
Black Wail; The banshee’s howl becomes the thing of legend slaying the lucky and damming the unlucky that hear her deathly wail. Woe to those whom she knows their true name.
Shade and Spirit:
Ghostly Presence: Speak to ghosts and spirits at twilight
Phantom Footfalls; Move Silently, leave no trace
Flesh Made Spirit; Ignore physical damage, physical form is infused with spirit essence
Wings of Phantasm; Flight;
Shedding the Flesh; Intangibility, move through solid matter as if it was but air.Oaths:
Oath of WinterBackground:
Youngest daughter of three, it's no wonder that an air of sorrow seems to cloak the poor girl. Left all alone in this world. Fate seeming to have conspired against the family to bring the poor dear nothing but loneliness and sadness.
The family happy, mother and father, and three lovely girls fair of hair and skin. Sorcha the eldest, Saoirse the middle child, and Siobhan the youngest.
The Family ran and Siobhan still runs ‘The Wayward’. A quaint little curio shop and book store, odd curiosities displayed here and there, books old and battered piled and set on well worn shelves.
Little trinkets and charms that catch the eye and a small sampling of imported sweets.
Nigh ten years ago a string of tragedy began, befalling the family. First was the the fire. The three sisters parents killed all those years ago in that terrible fire, burned alive they say.
Then her sisters, one distraught after the death of her parents she took her own life two years to the day of her parents unfortunate fate. Drowned in the lake it seems, found weeks later still clutching the waterlogged journal that confessed her hopelessness.
Then her elder sister seeming so bright, almost the opposite of the younger Siobhan and now her only sister.
Though it seems her happiness was but a facade the deaths of her parents and sister weighing too heavily on her even as she she did her best to put on a cheery face. The lost sister too met her own tragic fate. A year and a day after the sad demise of her sister did she too suffer an unfortunate event.
While hiking high in the Tearmark cliffs, at a time that was too dark for such adventure, the bright woman took a misstep in the evening gloom and plummeted to her doom. She was days later after she went missing, broken and bloodied in a deep ravine.
And so only poor Siobhan is left of the family, melancholy but still pressing on. She does her best to put the past behind her to keep her spirits up as much as she’s able.
Siobhan’s family left Arcadia when she was young, well in Fae terms young. Here in the mortal realm her seeming was that of the youngest daughter of the family, the MacCnaimhin. Her parents pledged to no house, seeking to avoid the politics of the other realm when they ventured to Candlewick. A chance to be a normal family. And they were all seemed well until that night the night of the new moon.
While her parents and elder sisters saw peace in the mortal realm Siobhan saw opportunity, power. The youngest daughter sided with the Winter court, the former Queen of winter eager to draw out her true nature as a Banshee, to serve her in Winter and foster her own ends. To this end the queen befriended the girl teaching her showing her the ways of the Winter Court and bestowing upon her the Clarsach Dorchadas (Harp of Darkness). Siobhan quickly falling under the sway of the corrupting artifact, and embracing the unseelie aspects of her Banshee heritage.
Of course the old Winter Queen’s ambition to make her an ally of winter proved to be almost too much for her. Siobhan quickly plotted and planned to make use of other tidbits that she had learned, books are a wonderful thing…
So in short order the dark touched Fae plotted the deaths of her own kin starting with her parents then sisters. Her eldest sister Sorcha joined the Summer Court part of her realizing that there was some plot against her and her kin, thought she realized too late just how close the keeper of that plot was...
So now Siobhan, serves the Court of Winter and the New Winter Queen, biding her time till she assumes her place as the new Queen…
In the mean time she plots and plans, watches and waits, gathering her strength and resources until the time is right to sing a new lament of Winter.
Currently she is running the old, family shop. A little curio and book store off the main square. The building one of the originals to the town. The corner shop looking like it was plucked from Ireland and set down here a hundred years ago. Which may not be that far off.
A quaint wooden placard depicting an open chest with books, spyglass, harp, and dagger presented. A fine border of Celtic knot-work frames the slightly weathered sign as it hangs over the doorway to the shop.