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Ireland

Sadistic and dominating to a fault and with a thick, rolling brogue to her voice, Ireland is more than capable of talking you down until you feel three inches tall.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Cloasse

Description

Medical File: Corse, I. A.

Basic Information


Full Name: Ireland Aeron Corse Image
Age: 20
Birth Date: December 13 1989
Birth Place: Cemaes Bay, Wales
Sex: Female
Height: Five feet nine inches
Weight: 113 lbs
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Physical & Psychological Welfare

IRELAND, whilst sadistic at times, is your average human as far as psychological standing is taken into consideration. The reasons behind her sadistic nature are unknown, and may merely be a sexual preference as she has not exploited an actual need to seriously harm those around her (with or without consent). IRELAND also tends to be confident (sometimes overly so) and is far more interested in ruining somebody's mind than someone's body. She prefers to see people writhe in discomfort around her and to adhere to each of her coy suggestions or straight-out orders rather than for them to fear her physically.

This is easy to explain when her physical health is explored. The young woman appears mostly healthy, if perhaps on the skinny side, but she has good muscle definition, and is neither underweight nor overweight. Having been admitted to hospital twice over her twenty years of living(both for reasons that were entirely accidental, or at least reported as such), the female's physicality is not an indicator towards weakness or ill-health.

As far as the physical and psychological health examinations can determine, IRELAND is in near perfect health and is certainly not a danger to those around her.

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Strong will
Sadistic

Determination
Mean-spirited (at times)

Mentally quick
Dominating/controlling

Smart
Stubborn

Courageous (at times)
Assumptive

So begins...

Ireland's Story

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Ireland shook her head, glancing about her uncertainly. "I told you I couldn't do this, and you didn't listen," she grumbled childishly. "I'm tired and I want to go home but all you lot want to do is kill people who kill other people for whatever reason... You sound like a bunch of hypocrites." The argument seemed to be returning, but the real bite of Ireland's tone was gone.

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Character Portrait: Ireland Ireland says,
 "I'm not a well-oiled machine and I'm not asking for your permission," Ireland said, her eyes on Michael's even as she leant back from him. "I'm fucking scared of all this crap you lot are pulling - let me go!" Ireland was rather hoping that, if she made a big enough ruckus in public, someone was bound to notice and at least get Michael away from her... although she'd seen plenty of people in danger ignored before.

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Ireland shook her head, feet planted firmly on the ground where they stood. "Just let me go, please? You know I can't manage whatever work it is you do, I'm physically weak - you can tell that already, not amount of training can get rid of that, okay, please... It'd be better if you just let me go, then I can go home, and I promise I won't tell anybody - I'll say I just went away for a while."

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Ireland snorted. "You're not sorry at all you, you bastard," Ireland snarled. "Just let me the fuck go! There're plenty of people that'd kill to get whatever treatment it is you're forcing on me, go abduct them instead!" Ireland's voice had risen to a reasonably loud level by now - could you blame her, being stuck in her position? - and she was scowling at Michael as if it was all his fault... which, in her eyes, it was.

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Ireland stepped through the door from the side alley, looking more than happy with herself. Lord knows what she actually did to put such a smile on her face, but the domineering woman looked happy as she wandered, almost aimlessly, to the fireplace. "And... you look entirely boring," Ire commented aloud on sight of Michael sitting there. "Jeez, this place is fucking boring."

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Character Portrait: Ireland Ireland says,
 "Oh, you've got a girlfriend. That makes a world of difference," she mused sarcastically. "You must be great in the sack, or you're paying her."

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Ireland leant herself against the mantle, quite happy to warm the back of her legs and her arse on the fire beneath it. "Ain't none of your business," the woman stated, a smirk of a scar twisting from one corner of her lips to the middle of the cheek adjacent. "That poor bloke looks like he's about to shit himself."

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Character Portrait: Ireland Ireland says,
 "Someone chuck a shoe at that cat. Sounds like someone chucked a baby in a burlap sack and threw it at a wall."

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Character Portrait: Ireland Ireland says,
 "See, it's not so insulting when you call me arrogant and bitchy when I have come to terms with who I am. I'm embracing my sadistic arrogance and giving it a home... So your insult failed. Pull the other leg, it's got bells."

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Character Portrait: Ireland Ireland says,
 "I'm China Sorrows," Ireland imitated cruelly behind the woman's back (it was her own fault for turning it really). "What's that? A plate range? It's china, but it's full of sorrows because it's so ugly. Sorry about that."

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Ireland stared at Michael as he threw up and promptly shrieked with unadulterated laughter. "Oh, oh - that is cute... Oh... Lords, I can't breathe for laughing! All over Little Miss China Plate."

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Character Portrait: Ireland Ireland says,
 "Poor bastard. I'd throw up if I had to stare that thing in the face, too. I'll go get a glass of water for a change, he might appreciate getting rid of the taste," Ireland giggled, wiping tears from her eyes as she made her way to the bar to grab up a bottle of water. "Well, I said glass, but bottle will have to do," she hummed, dropping some money into the bartender's awaiting hand before trumping back over to Michael and (at a good distance) holding out the bottle of water.

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Character Portrait: Ireland Ireland says,
 "What a whore. Mid-thigh? That's like saying 'come, look up my skirt, I am not wearing panties'..." Ireland stated aloud as she meandered back to the door to the side alley. She fancied some fresh air and a gab with the usual drug dealers who hung around out there. It was always fun to wind them up.

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Ireland entered as she always did - through the side alley doorway, a cigarette held delicately between two fingers and a smirk settled on her nude lips. "It's bloody freezing outside! I thought it was supposed to be getting close to summer... That might just be in Wales, though. good old fucking Brit-land," the happily caustic woman guttered, another soothing drag on a fag required to sate her grumbling.

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Ireland held up a hand, the other held away from Kazen - Ireland was protecting her cigarette, evidently. "Hey, hey. No squishing my fag, okay? I need my nicotine, otherwise I'll be grumpy and that'll mean no happy smiles for you, hm? Besides, I may need a breath mint before any spit-swapping goes on."

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Ireland snorted, shaking her head after another suck at the cigarette. "You're a dirty bastard, Kazen. I'm fine, babe... I 'missed' you..." the Welsh woman said with a grin, raising her hands to make quotation marks with her fingers. "How's that?"

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Character Portrait: Ireland Ireland says,
 "Where's your proof, you ever so modest bloke?" Ireland asked, an eyebrow tilted in question. "'Cause that's an awfully big quota to fill... I'm expecting mugshots and a written statement from each of them, otherwise I'm just going to have to assume you're lying to me. Which is a good thing, mind..."

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Ireland blinked at Kazen, eyebrows lowering into a frown. "Okay - far too much information there, Kazen... I mean, good Gods, man, you're in a bar. You didn't say it loud enough. Say it louder, then it'll be a brave proclamation to all the other men-types and maybe more people will make a complete and utter tit out of themselves in the process," she mused hopefully, a sweet smile appearing to contrast with the devious tone she used. Her cigarette fell to the floor from between her fingers, the heel of her boot crushing the filter against the ground.

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Character Portrait: Ireland Ireland says,
 "Uh-huh... I'm sure. Yeah. No. Thanks, though. Multiple orgasms refers to one person having several orgasms, not several people having one orgasm..."

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Ireland hummed, smiling. "Death by orgasm. I like it," she agreed, nodding her head. "But you won't need to keep up with more than one; I think I'll be more than enough, hm?"