Post by maggie aisling quinn on Feb 12, 2011 17:35:29 GMT -5
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margaret aisling quinn
[/color][/i]margaret aisling quinn
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"
but he sang louder and louder inside the house and now i couldn’t
get him out, so I trapped him under a cardboard box, stood on it
to make him stop, picked up the bird above the din, and said
that’s the last song you’ll ever sing, held him down, broke his neck
taught him a lesson he’ll never forget.
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~ my cbox name is : Maggie
~ how did you find us?: Random searching
~i also play: nobody
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~ my name is : Margaret Aisling Quinn
~ call me : Ah, many things. Maggie, Little Maggie, Carrot Top, little one, Mini-Mag, etc. Call her what you like, except Margaret.
~ i am : barely sixteen
~ born on : May Seventh, eighteen ninety-eight
~ my twin : susan coffey
~ gender : female
~ i like : boys
~ species : vampire
~ type : wild
~ animal form : n/a
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~ about me : Maggie here is usually a very sweet and peaceful young lady. She loves the simple things in life, such as flowers and meadows. Looking pretty and flowers are her two favorite things. She’s typically a lovely person to have around, just not one for an in-dept conversation. Maggie loves to hug people, and once you’re her friend, she will not give up on you. She is graceful and lovable, and is easily able to love unconditionally.
On the down side, Maggie is one of the most spoiled people you will ever meet. She gets what she wants when she wants it. And when she doesn’t, either she gets upset or confused about it. She is also very impulsive, and simply doesn’t give a care what others think of her. Patience is a virtue, her mother used to say, but, alas, that was never one of Maggie’s. She hates waiting or being bored, and often gets irritable after spending a long time in waiting.
Maggie’s fatal flaw is her flat out naivety. She only sees the good in people, and that works against her. Even though her fifth sense never lies, sometimes she ignores that feeling that this person is lying. A pacifist, she doesn’t see the need to fight, and so has no battle training at all.
~ my family :
Father, Seamus Alroy Quinn, deceased at seventy-eight
Mother, Brigid Kerry (Gallagher) Quinn, deceased at ninety-three
Eldest Brother, Kane Alroy Quinn, deceased at eighty-one
Eldest Sister, Roisin Maebh Quinn (Burke), deceased at sixty-seven
Older Sister, Florence Oriella Quinn, status unknown
Nephew, Fergus Alroy Burke, deceased at eighty-nine
Grand Niece, Susan Jane Burke, eighteen
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~ i love : 3+ likes
[/li][li][/color] singing
[/li][li][/color] her hair
[/li][li][/color] soft, springy grass
[/li][li][/color] siobhan and liam
[/li][li][/color] looking pretty
[/li][li][/color] the taste of blood
[/li][li][/color] the color green
[/li][li][/color] card tricks
[/li][li][/color] cats
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~ i hate : 3+ dislikes
[/li][li][/color] being underestimated
[/li][li][/color] big dark forests
[/li][li][/color] nighttime
[/li][li][/color] any one in her coven ruining their clothes
[/li][li][/color] waiting
[/li][li][/color] being called pip-squeak
[/li][li][/color] sloppy clothes
[/li][li][/color] black
[/li][li][/color] being insulted
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~ history :
BIRTH
Margaret Aisling Quinn was born on a lovely May morning, her brother and sisters waiting impatiently to see the newest addition to the family. Five year old Roisin was not at all pleased with this, her other sister Florence was enough to handle. Only three years younger than Roisin, Florence leaned into the wall separating their parent’s room, the side of her head pressed to the wall. She was conflicted about this; she winced every time her mother screamed but was still eager to see her new sibling. Kane was seven and much too old in his mind for excitement over a baby, yet he yearned to see this child, hoping it was a little brother he could play with. seriously
Unfortunately for him he did not get what he wished.
Little Maggie was brought into the world kicking and screaming, her thick red curls matted and tangled. Florence pounded on the door and demanded to be let in to see Brigid and the baby. Slowly the door creaked open and the toddler rushed in to peer over the bed at the infant in her mother’s arms. Immediately she put her arms out, an impatient look on her face. The newborn tugged on her sister’s braids, which brought a broad smile to little Florence’s face.
CHILDHOOD
Maggie was cherished by most of her family, all except the eldest sister. Roisin herself had fine dark brown braids and lovely chocolate eyes, but still envied her baby sister’s good looks. In her mind, Florence mattered little with her tousled dirty blonde and too far apart limpid blue eyes. Maggie was the picture of a typical Irish girl; Brilliant crimson hair and stunning green irises. All who met her immediately adored her, and Maggie was far from shy. Yes, she did hang on her mother’s skirt, but that was only so she wouldn’t get lost. If anyone of her family introduced her to someone, she curtsied in a clumsy way, loudly greeting “How do you do?”
Roisin was coldly polite, Florence was affectionate, Kane was teasing, and her parents spoiled her to her heart’s content.
At last, Roisin’s jealousy spilled over. Maggie had just gotten prettier and prettier, and now at seven, she was so achingly beautiful Roisin had to do something about it. So, one night, after her father had gone to Dublin to get some fabric for clothes and some other essential items like yeast for their bread, she snagged a bottle of thick, sticky maple syrup. She warmed it in a tub of hot water so Maggie would not feel the cold liquid on her scalp, and drenched her sister’s lovely curls in it. The next morning, her pretty tresses were sticky and ruined. Maggie sobbed bitterly as her Brigid snipped her brilliant red hair into an ugly bob cut.
The first day Maggie went to school with her new hair, children laughed. One day she just got so sick of it she ran. She ran away from their snickers, and straight into a boy.
This boy was Keelan Blaine. He helped the little lady up and asked if she was alright. Immediately the two became the best of friends.
ADOLESCENCE
When Maggie was twelve, her hair was back and just as long, but now it looked more brown than red. However, this did not waver her beauty. As she walked down the street, she turned heads with her slim figure and pretty face. However, the young girl never gave any man but Keelan a second glance. He was a handsome boy, yes, but he seemed only interested in her as friend. They never got a chance.
After a horrid summer in the quaint farming town of Emyvale, Keelan and his family moved to England. An infestation of insects of their crops sent the family bankrupt. Of coarse, the Quinns now had only four people in their household (Kane was in college; Roisin was a contented housewife with a baby son named Fergus) and Florence was betrothed, so they did not see it necessary to move all that way. Plus, England was no place for them, a farming family who knew nothing else. So they stayed, however it broke Maggie’s heart to see Keelan go.
“Don’t worry Little Maggie, We’ll be back. We’ll see each other again.” He promised her, his chestnut curls slightly damp from the rain. Maggie looked away from beneath her umbrella, her lips pursed in an effort not to cry. Of coarse, she was only fourteen then, and still acted like a child. “Cheer up, Carrot Top.” He said, bumping elbows with her affectionately. Maggie smiled at the nickname she had grown so fond of. Quickly Keelan gave her a peck on the cheek and left her in the rain, tears running down her face.
It was only a couple years before Maggie received the disappointment of her life. She was to be married to some stranger her father met one day. His name was Finn O’Reilly and he changed her life. He was polite and charming to Brigid and Seamus, but Maggie hated him. She hated that clearly fake smile he wore, she hated his snotty rich face, and she hated his thick Irish accent. Maggie herself had no accent of any kind of her own, and neither did her mother or siblings. She disliked this mysterious man from Dublin, and had a good reason why.
THE CHANGE
It was the day after Maggie’s sixteenth birthday, and in only a month she would be married. Just like Roisin and Florence, just like her mother and grandmother, just like every adult she knew.
Her mother was out tending to the garden, and her father was plowing. Maggie sat on her bed, watching them through the window.
Suddenly a hand clamped hard over her mouth and another around her throat. With a frantic glance above herself, she saw the cold face of Finn O’Reilly.
When she woke up, she was lying awkwardly on the bed, her skin hot and sticky and painted with bruises. It was already beginning to be sunset. Maggie sat up, slipping into some new clothes, and walked out the front door. Immediately she was met by Finn, a cruel smile on his face.
“Hello dearest.” He grasped her chin and threw a well aimed punch at her jaw. With a whimper, Maggie broke away and began to run. He took chase for a while, but once Maggie entered the woods he stopped. Figuring she would get lost in the woods, he went back to the house.
Maggie was soon out of her father’s land and into another person’s. She kept running, never stopping until she finally had to, exhausted.
“What’s a pretty girl like you doing here?” A voice questioned. Maggie looked up, and peered into the face of beautiful stranger.
His hair was short and black, shining in the late sun, and his eyes were a bright crimson. The young girl batted her jade green eyes prettily, and with a smirk, the man leaned down and buried his teeth into her neck.
Oh, it hurt so bad. It was like she was burning at the stake, roasting in boiling water, cut apart into tiny pieces, having her skin peeled off, all at once multiplied by thousands.
The beautiful stranger left her there, writhing in pain.
Until she saw her mother.
Of coarse, it wasn’t her real mother, but this person looked like it.
“Oh my…” The new stranger gasped and knelt down to Maggie.
“H-help me…” The young lady whimpered, fighting back a cry of pain.
“I can’t do that.” The woman apologized. “I’m so sorry.” Then, the woman leaned down to lift the thrashing Maggie and bring her away from the horrid woods.
Soon Maggie was on a couch, the pain worse, but inside she felt better. The woman watched her with sympathetic red eyes, while a man lurked around her, a hostile look in his eyes.
When it finally stopped, Maggie hopped off the couch with a new speed, shrinking into a wall as the big male stepped up towards her.
“Liam.” The woman walked behind him and whispered in his ear- “She’s just a child. Don’t scare her.”
“She doesn’t belong.” The man called Liam growled, glaring down at Maggie.
“Not yet.” The woman knelt down to Maggie’s level. “Hello little one. My name is Siobhan and this is Liam. What is your name?”
“Maggie.” She squeaked in an unfamiliar bell-like voice. “Are you going to hurt me?”
“No, dear Maggie.” Siobhan smiled kindly at her. Liam’s glare was still territorial.
VAMPIRE YEARS
Liam was not very fond of the newborn named Maggie. And nor was she towards him, but her dislike was mostly fear. Siobhan, on the other hand, adored Maggie, and slowly helped her mate adapt to life with another coven member. Awkwardness was common between them.
It was around two months after Maggie was changed when she met Finn in the woods.
She was hunting, of coarse, for stray hikers or another search party her father was still sending out. Finn was included in this one, easily pretending to be upset at his fiancé’s disappearance. He was alone, calling her name and threats about what he would do to her when he found her.
Suddenly she appeared at the edge of the woods, a fearsome growl rumbling from her throat.
Finn stared in awe at this new creature, with her cherubic face and lovely hair. She smiled at him when he said her name.
“You are a fool if you think you’ll get away from me this time.” He said, coming forward.
Maggie smiled and stepped out of his way. She giggled, a sound like a child’s cooing. “I’m a fool?”
She grabbed him by his arms and flung him onto the ground, stepping on his back, easily paralyzing him. Finn stared at her incredulously. She smiled again, this time a cruel one. She broke his jaw with a flick of her wrist. His nose was shattered with one short squeeze of her fingers. By the time Maggie was finished with him, both his shoulders were dislocated and broken, most of his hair had been ripped out, four ribs were broken, and all of his fingers were broken. At last, Maggie wiped her hands off, and sunk her teeth into his disfigured face. His eye, to be exact.
The other members of the search party returned to a pile of smoldering ashes with Finn’s bloody shirt draped across it.
It brought Maggie a heap of pleasure after her brutal murder. Revenge was sweet.
She returned to the Irish Coven contented and full, and neither of her coven mates said a word.
TODAY
Liam slowly got used to Maggie, and she very easily grew to love him. Liam is now as important to her as her father was in her human life. Siobhan is very motherly toward Maggie, and very protective too. Maggie adores her family, but they treat her like a child, even though she is a young teenager.
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~ role play sample :
It was really cold.
I mean, really cold. Kat was in her pajamas, which were an oversized t-shirt and some thin sweatpants, at the window, freezing her ass off. Early morning mist lined the still snow-covered ground, but no flakes were falling.
Finally.
She glanced back at her still sleeping cabin, and silently walked over to her dresser. Yanking out a pair of jeans, she pawed through her drawer, searching for a shirt. She found a Yoshi t-shirt and a sweater. Quietly Kat slipped out of her pajamas and pulled on her t-shirt and the sweater, then the jeans.
After yanking on some socks and a pair of shoes, Kat left the cabin, still pulling her arm through her black overcoat’s sleeve. Her camera strap was around her wrist.
It was such a nice morning, why shouldn’t she take a couple pictures? But it didn’t look too pretty from the cabin clearing, so she started walking.
She didn’t know where she was going, but soon she found herself…at the beach?
It was freezing cold, the water was most likely too chilly to bear, and the sand was frozen. Why the hell did she go to the freaking beach?
Kat gazed at the ocean, and she knew why.
It was really, really, beautiful.
There was still mist floating above the water, but the sun shone through the thin clouds it was shrouded by, and the sea seemed to go on forever.
Kat pulled out her camera and snapped a picture. She cursed to herself. It was too far away. She’d have to get closer.
Maybe…in the water?
She frowned, but took off her coat and laid it on the solid sand a couple yards away from the shoreline. Her camera was placed in the pocket.
Kat rolled up her sleeves and pant legs, slipped her shoes and socks off, and did what most people would call insane. Crazy. Stupid.
She stepped into the water.
Big mistake.
It was so cold.
SO cold.
Colder than anything she had ever felt.
But she kept walking, out into the ocean, and placed her hand into the water.
She waved it around a little, smiling at how good the sea felt on her fingers.
And she pulled her hand out.
Her bracelet was gone.
“Damn it.” She muttered, reaching down and feeling the bottom. Nothing.
Kat kept walking and touching the bottom, but it wasn’t there.
Ok, so what if it was a seven dollar bracelet, she liked it and it was a gift. You don’t drop gifts into the ocean.
Kat pulled her sleeves up further, sighing to herself. She felt something smooth beneath her fingertips. Yanking it up, she thought it was her bracelet.
No such luck. It was a shell.
Impatiently, she dropped it, leaning down to start feeling again.
And then she did the unthinkable.
She slipped.
Kat let out a short shriek as she fell, her hand flashing out to catch herself, but it was too late. Her head ducked underwater for a second, but then popped right back up.
She jumped up out of the water, sputtering. “Just my freaking luck!” She yelled, staggering out of the ocean.
At last, she stood at the shore, dripping wet, shivering, and a very cross look on her face.
Nice job, Kat. You had to go into the water to get a freaking seven dollar bracelet. And guess what? You fell.
Nice way to start you morning, wasn’t it?
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