fáidh; seer, mórrígan dé danann; the great queen, the phantom queen
{Alias}
cera ní nemed; the fiery one
{Nickname/s}
mori // at the risk of death, the morrigan // "the great queen," triple goddess, the phantom queen, fáidh // "the seeress," black bird, sovereign of ireland, the watching eye, nemain, macha, badb
{Pantheon}
celtic
{Role}
goddess of war and fate, seer of tragedy, shapeshifter
{Loyalty}
loki
{Divinity}
In her eyes the rivers ran red and the earth was a graveyard. She saw the deaths that were and the deaths that would come in every battle. Under the brutality of man, humanity fed its insatiable thirst for destruction, galvanised by a twisted allure to their own annihilation. Morrigan parted the red sea, blood pooling like footprints in her wake. Man fell and more came in their place, monarchs perished and kingdoms rose, and it was as if nothing had changed or could. Life was the space between death, a pause between the scarlet letters that told the stories of civilisation.
They praised her name and begged her mercy; kings fell to their knees that she might grace their armies with her strength. Under her wing, man became more than they were, faster, braver, stronger. She peeled the layers of the realm and opened portals to weapons and armour that did not exist in the mortal realms. Swords yielded to her will, slaughtering with a single thought. They called her the Phantom Queen, she who roamed the battlefield unseen but for the blades that saved a soldier and butchered another. It was said she could see every action in battle moments before they came to pass.
Often she would take the form of a crow in battle, flying above the chaos to inspire either fear or courage in soldiers. Morrigan was the many-faced goddess, able to change her shape into any animal - land, air or sea. Upon her Awakening, her gift of shapeshifting had been reduced to possessing only the form of crows, though she retained enough of her strength, agility, speed, endurance and capacity to heal rapidly, to be a formidable opponent to any. Her capacity to foresee battles became a dull ache, a feeling of dread that was but a shadow to her past visions.
{Quirks | Habits}
is somewhat more verbally abusive to people she likes than she is to people she doesn't ✤ takes an ungodly amount of sugar with her coffee ✤ struggles to recall names ✤ remembers who people are based on the objects they resemble ✤ considers duct tape an adequate replacement for bandages ✤ chews her ice ✤ able to crack nearly every bone in her body ✤ possesses the uncanny ability to make any piece of technology die in her hands
{Likes}
sharpening her blades ✤ annoying Varpulis and Loki ✤ pretty clothes and jewellery, though she'd never admit it ✤ witty banter ✤ flying, heights, rushing wind ✤ chewing ✤ animals ✤ music ✤ strawberry milk
{Dislikes}
silent starers ✤ negotiating ✤ ridiculously tiny fine-print ✤ automatic doors, stairs, coffee machines, toothbrushes etc ✤ hospitals ✤ coffee ✤ self-pity ✤ the cold ✤ long-winded people ✤ technology ✤ kids ✤ P.D.A. ✤ the smell of old people
{Talents | Skills}
singing ✤ superior fighter ✤ weapon proficiency ✤ battle strategy ✤ observant ✤ foresight ✤ physically and psychologically resilient ✤ impervious to torture as a method of procuring information
{Flaws | Weaknesses}
can't swim ✤ ill-tempered ✤ intolerant ✤ distrusting ✤ prideful ✤ arrogant ✤ hypocritical ✤ repressed
{Fears}
openness; perhaps it's that for so long she was only a phantom and a thought, one which only the High King could see. Now the thought of being stripped naked and laid open and vulnerable - either physically or mentally - seems entirely horrific and voyeuristic to her. She is always armed, her body ever ready to parry an attack. She never relaxes because it seems an invitation to attack.
control; having experienced firsthand forced immortality and eternal slavery, she is not particularly fond of being controlled. She values her will above all else, and hates being told what to do. Yet being manipulated against her will or made prisoner and servant seems worse than agony and death.
{Secrets}
mortality; her wish is to be mortal again but without Sight, and at last be allowed to rest.
can't swim; it seems a stupid thing to be incapable at but embarrassment keeps her from seeking instruction
{Personality}
arsenic; words unravelled like poison from her tongue, each syllable a blade run beneath the skin. She unspooled flaws like yolk from a shell and forged castles with the dirt she emptied from their coffins. Her words were sheets of armour shielding her from swords and holding together her broken ribs. She claimed to value honesty, yet even the truth became a lie when they came from her lips.
lava; rage simmered beneath the stone, red-hot against impermeable walls. For millenniums she had stifled her resentment where unveiling it seemed hopeless. There was no one to care. She was slave and ghost, a wraith of the home that haunted the fireplace and felt none of its warmth. She was forced to drag an anchor forged of fallen bones through trench and debris, serving mortal kings that she might have crumbled into ash had her claws not been amputated and her wings not been clipped. She swallowed her rage. She bit her tongue. They called her a wild beast, but they had seen nothing of the creature prowling her cage. She was slave to no man, no god nor mortal. She never had been, and she never would be.
roots; she did not abandon the ground. She was salmon swimming upstream thousands of miles to the place it was born. They called her the beast with no honour, the devil with no heart, while she stood by them in reparation of what little kindness they had shown once before. There was so little goodness in the world that what there was seemed a fragile thing, a rare gift to be preserved regardless of the consequence. Mórrígan had only one heart, so to few she poured her soul. There she would live and there she would die, again and again if need be.
{Asleep}
144 years
{Awake}
2 months
{History}
seer; her first memory was of flesh peeling from bones. Skin shrivelled into flecks of black coal, their remains bleeding through the smoke that grasped for the Heavens. She saw the severed arm of Tuath Dé's first King Nuada days before the First Battle of Magh Tuireadh, but her lips had yet to learn to speak and she could do nothing but wail until her head thrummed and she collapsed into dreams of red seas and hollow eyes. As she grew, so did the words that spilled from her lips, whispering promises of death, and of battles won and lost. They called her Fáidh - Seer - and she called herself Diúltach. Cursed.
lover; born to Delbáeth and Ernmas in Tuath Dé, Fáidh was only one of many preternaturally-gifted people in the Irish tribe. It was said they were the favoured of the Gods, mortals with the Sight and preachers of the Pagan faith. The Gods cautioned only that they must not meddle with fate, where such was the domain of immortals. Yet when she attended the festival of Samhain in Emain Macha, all that she'd been taught collapsed. Cú Chulainn was the youngest son of the mortal king and the taker of her heart. She saw in her visions that he would be a warrior of brilliant light, but like a fire that burnt bright, quicker still would be his demise. When war came, he left despite her protests to defend Ulster against the armies of Queen Medb of Connacht. Fáidh forfeit her oath to remain impartial and went with him into battle.
warrior; disguised as a soldier, she guarded Cú Chulainn from the shadows. Having seen the sword thrust between Cú Chulainn's left ribs, she parried the blade with her own. When again she saw him buried beneath the crumbling stone structures of a dilapidated building, she manoeuvred him aside and out of harm's way. Before the arrow lodged itself between his shoulder blades, she met it with her arm. Despite evidence suggesting that fate could not be overcome, she persevered until the day when her helmet came dislodged, and Cú Chulainn noticed for the first time his shadow. Greater than his surprise was his outrage and humiliation at having been protected time and again by a mere woman. Cú Chulainn proclaimed that she was Queen Medb's spy who'd stolen the armour of a comrade, and left her to the wrath of his Ulsterian men.
immortal; Cú Chulainn and his army fell in moments without her interference, and after his soldiers had left Fáidh for dead, she sought his body in the ruin. She held her breath and willed her heart to stop, but her lungs and heart were traitors. His heart hammered its final beat, and hers continued in her chest. The All-father Dagda saw her amongst the destruction and rather bring her annihilation for disobeying the gods, he forged chains that bound her to the battlefield. With her new immortality, Dagda commanded she rid him of King Nuada so that he might become the new High King of Tuatha Dé Dannan. She beheaded him and became in possession of one of the Four Treasures, King Nuada's Claíomh Solais - the Sword of Light. Dagda commanded that she serve the High Kings for all of eternity. For her meddling in the wars of humans, she would be cursed to endure every war to be waged on earth, land or sky.
mórrígan; tales of the cursed spirit travelled beyond the lands ruled by the Celts to encompass all of Europe as many garnered to win her favour. It was said she determined the victors of every war. They called her the Mórrígan - the great queen, the phantom queen none had seen, though she was present in every battle. Dagda's curse proclaimed that she might never be seen again. None would witness her beauty lest they fall in love with her and she with them, as it had been with Cú Chulainn. The High King of Tuatha Dé Dannan was the only creature who could see her, and he held the leash of her chain.
phantom; millenniums passed and the Celtic Empire fall. Her ferocity would be neglected for the promise of forgiveness through Christ Jesus but despite the waning devotion to her, she maintained a superficial popularity amongst artists, poets and musicians, who continued to incorporate aspects of her being into plays and sonnets. Though her strength had been waning since the 1500s, it was not until the late 19th century that she succumbed to sleep.
nemed; when the last Celtic lord Nemed and devout follower of the Mórrígan succumbed to the Plague, his people went across to ocean passage - protected by Mórrígan against the Fomorian enemy - and became the ancestors to all Britons. Later they fled Christianity's oppression of Pagan faith to settle in the Americas, and brought with them their Goddess. There she slumbered in her mortal shell, gravitating towards war and conflict in an epoch of human history when women scarcely partook in violent proceedings. She was a female who accomplished many firsts, and some of her phantom abilities seemed to allow her to remain undetected by government authorities despite her choice of activity and immutable youth. Yet it was perhaps sheer luck that she survived all this while before Loki rose her from her slumber.
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Lydnsy Fonseca
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Layla
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Lydnsy Fonseca
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Layla
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