Post by Meagan O'Dougherty on Sept 11, 2007 23:49:38 GMT -5
Full Name: Meagan O’Dougherty
Nick Name: Red
Gender: Female
Race: True Witch
Age: 85
Appearance:
Hair Color/Style/Texture: Red. Lots and lots of deep, soft, bold red. The hair itself is neither thick nor thin, but somewhere in the middle. It’s got volume all on its own, courtesy of some natural waves, but she usually keeps it tamed and pulled straight. It’s been various lengths in the past, but it’s currently to the middle of her back though she often wears it up in a simple chignon or an elegant French twist. In the right light, it looks like blood. Appropriate, that.
Eye Color: Very, very green. There are tiny flecks of gold just barely inside the edge of her irises, but these are usually only visible when she’s angry or if the observer is particularly close.
Skin Color: Pale cream with a fine gold dusting of freckles. If she spent any amount of time out in the sun, they would be much darker and distinguishable against her skin, but she keeps indoors most of the time. This is due mainly to the types of beings she works with and their particular schedule habits.
Height: 5’ 9”
Clothing: She favors business suits; straight, knee-length skirts, double-breasted tailored jackets, silk blouses, and sensible heels. The jewelry she wears is usually elegant and subtle and she tends to wear a lot of green and black since they flatter her natural coloring. Her idea of casual clothes is clean, unworn jeans and some sort of blouse or sweater. The only time you’ll see her anything else is when required to at the Black Stone club. As Lucius’ executive assistant, it is expected that she dress the part when her presence is required, yet even then her clothes run toward the classy and sophisticated rather than the blatantly sexy, more popular styles worn by club-goers.
Build: Tall and willowy, she seems ethereal when among other humans. Against the fairies and vampires however, she just seems normal, or even plain. She’s athletic, but in a very feminine way, and the lines of her body curve like a woman’s should. Though not overly busty, she’s well proportioned and both chest and hips dip satisfactorily into a small, slender waist. In her opinion, her legs are her best feature. They’re long, slim, and look fantastic in heels.
Her walk is smooth and elegant and she never seems to be in a hurry though it’s downright surprising sometimes how quickly she can accomplish something without seeming to rush. More than one person has made the comment that she would make an excellent ballet dancer.
Markings: She has a dainty little mole on her left butt cheek and a tiny, crescent moon-shaped birthmark behind her left ear.
Powers: She is a Witch. A True Witch. That is to say, she is a human, a mortal, with the ability to use magic as any other magical being. The magic is diluted of course and she could never be as strong as a pure-blood fairy or dragon, but the potential is there for power and, assuming there is someone to teach her the path, there are few limits on what she can learn.
Extended lifespan. She ages at ¼ the speed of a normal human, courtesy of the magic in her blood.
Telekinesis: Lvl 1
Stamina
Weak Regeneration (small wounds: surface cuts, bruises, minor injuries)
Cinder Burn: Lvl 1
Astral Echo: Lvl 2
Force Blasts
Aside from supernatural powers, Meagan is incredibly organized and she has a flair for knowing when to push and when to back off. It’s a necessary skill in the cutthroat world of business and she’s learned from the best. She also has a genuine caring for the people beneath her. As Slave Mistress, if you mess with her them, you mess with her. And you don’t want to mess with her.
She’s not a warrior by any means, but she knows her way around a handgun pretty darn well. Her idea of relaxation and peace? A few hours spent doing Tai Chi in the privacy of her quarters. She finds that it helps focus her thoughts and keeps her sharp. It also allows her to break a man’s nose without a second thought of that is so necessary. She doesn’t enjoy hurting people, but in the world of the preternatural, violence is sometimes the only survival option left.
Oh, and one other thing. She’s Irish, yeah? Her family owns a pub, yeah? Don’t ever take her drinking. She’ll wipe the floor with everyone and still get up bright an early the next day for work with a smile.
Origin: Ireland, in the city of Shannon, Clare County.
Personality: Meagan is a very focused, very organized individual. It’s why she’s so good at her job. She’s not prone to gratuitous emotion, but she can laugh as loud as the next gal and she cries just like everyone else when she’s sad. All of that, however, is usually reserved for when she’s home, alone, and outside of the public eyes. In the boardroom, she’s a forceful personality without being aggressive. It’s a trait that throws a lot of people off when they first meet her and general allows her to get her way with merely a smile and a carefully worded proposal.
She has very few buttons to push, but mind those she has. She’s full-blooded Irish and has the temper of one when it’s lit. One surefire way to piss her off is to patronize her. She acknowledges that she may not be the best at anything that she does, but she’s damn good nonetheless.
Oh, and don’t call her Mistress. Either call her Meagan or Miss O’Dougherty. She finds her title to be rather amusing and can’t help but chuckle whenever anyone calls her by it, the two exceptions being Lucius and Stalina herself.
Background: There’s an O’Dougherty family legend that one of the first O’Dougherty women fell in love with a fairy and begat a daughter. That daughter was the first of the True Witches – at least in this particular family – and the magic has been passed down from mother to daughter for centuries. As time passed, the blood thinned and the girls grew ever more normal until it seemed that the family legacy had died out completely, the magic that had once infused a bloodline becoming nothing more than an amusing children’s tale.
For the first time in 600 years, a daughter of the original O’Dougherty bloodline would once again carry the family name…
Meagan’s a good Irish girl. She grew up in Shannon and spent a lot of time on the coast with her parents and older brother. Her childhood was as normal as any other, full of sibling rivalry and teenage angst and school. Her brother, as expected, became half owner in the O’Dougherty’s family pub once he graduated high school and worked alongside their father. It’s cliché, but there you have it. Meagan on the other hand, scrimped and saved and, on mostly scholarships, went to college in Cambridge, graduating a year early with a Bachelor’s degree in International Business Law with an emphasis in trade.
Through a combination of excellent references from professors, perseverance, and sheer luck, Meagan landed a job as a junior assistant at Blackstone Inc, where it was her job to make sure the senior assistants had everything they needed in order for the partners and officers to do their jobs. It was a grunt job and involved a hell of a lot of research, late nights, and truckloads of bad coffee, but she enjoyed it immensely and her dedication did not go unnoticed.
Quickly she rose up the rungs of the corporate ladder and, with the usual presence of whispered rumors behind her back of sexual favors granted in payment for “rewards”, was promoted to the position of Executive Assistant to the reclusive owner of Blackstone Inc himself after only six years. Despite that she knew she deserved it, had worked her ass off for it, there was something that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Nothing wrong just…something odd. But who was she to look a gift horse in the mouth?
It was on her way to meet with her new boss for the first time when fate would change her life forever.
She’d taken a shortcut through a park at night to reach the Blackstone Inc offices when she was attacked, her assailant very graphically describing how he was going to rape her. She fought tooth and nail, but in the end he was stronger and the fingers squeezing her throat left her vision swimming and darkening at the edges.
Then there was a blinding flash that illuminated the park like daylight and she felt heat on her face. Then she blacked out. When she woke, she was in another man’s arms and looking up into the face of one Lucius Lacroix. Her boss. Behind them on the grass lay a dark, charred shape; all that was left of the would-be rapist.
It was the first sign that she was something other than pure human and throughout the next fifty years, she has been The Ancient One’s executive assistant and student. It was he who greased the wheels to her promotions throughout the years and it was he who introduced her to the White Rose Coven, her skills as a natural coordinator along with her other powers giving her an ideal opportunity to become the Coven’s Slave Mistress.
It’s a job she relishes and she takes very good care of those in her charge, though it is in particular her power of persuasion that makes her an ideal task master.
Her family doesn’t know about her powers. In fact, as far as they know, she died the night of the attempted rape. However, she’s incredibly family oriented and she uses her vacation and sick time to keep an eye on her brother’s descendants. As far as they know, she’s a distant relative who has a vague interest in the pub and it’s business.
Position Applying For: Slave Mistress
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Nick Name: Red
Gender: Female
Race: True Witch
Age: 85
Appearance:
Hair Color/Style/Texture: Red. Lots and lots of deep, soft, bold red. The hair itself is neither thick nor thin, but somewhere in the middle. It’s got volume all on its own, courtesy of some natural waves, but she usually keeps it tamed and pulled straight. It’s been various lengths in the past, but it’s currently to the middle of her back though she often wears it up in a simple chignon or an elegant French twist. In the right light, it looks like blood. Appropriate, that.
Eye Color: Very, very green. There are tiny flecks of gold just barely inside the edge of her irises, but these are usually only visible when she’s angry or if the observer is particularly close.
Skin Color: Pale cream with a fine gold dusting of freckles. If she spent any amount of time out in the sun, they would be much darker and distinguishable against her skin, but she keeps indoors most of the time. This is due mainly to the types of beings she works with and their particular schedule habits.
Height: 5’ 9”
Clothing: She favors business suits; straight, knee-length skirts, double-breasted tailored jackets, silk blouses, and sensible heels. The jewelry she wears is usually elegant and subtle and she tends to wear a lot of green and black since they flatter her natural coloring. Her idea of casual clothes is clean, unworn jeans and some sort of blouse or sweater. The only time you’ll see her anything else is when required to at the Black Stone club. As Lucius’ executive assistant, it is expected that she dress the part when her presence is required, yet even then her clothes run toward the classy and sophisticated rather than the blatantly sexy, more popular styles worn by club-goers.
Build: Tall and willowy, she seems ethereal when among other humans. Against the fairies and vampires however, she just seems normal, or even plain. She’s athletic, but in a very feminine way, and the lines of her body curve like a woman’s should. Though not overly busty, she’s well proportioned and both chest and hips dip satisfactorily into a small, slender waist. In her opinion, her legs are her best feature. They’re long, slim, and look fantastic in heels.
Her walk is smooth and elegant and she never seems to be in a hurry though it’s downright surprising sometimes how quickly she can accomplish something without seeming to rush. More than one person has made the comment that she would make an excellent ballet dancer.
Markings: She has a dainty little mole on her left butt cheek and a tiny, crescent moon-shaped birthmark behind her left ear.
Powers: She is a Witch. A True Witch. That is to say, she is a human, a mortal, with the ability to use magic as any other magical being. The magic is diluted of course and she could never be as strong as a pure-blood fairy or dragon, but the potential is there for power and, assuming there is someone to teach her the path, there are few limits on what she can learn.
Extended lifespan. She ages at ¼ the speed of a normal human, courtesy of the magic in her blood.
Telekinesis: Lvl 1
Stamina
Weak Regeneration (small wounds: surface cuts, bruises, minor injuries)
Cinder Burn: Lvl 1
Astral Echo: Lvl 2
Force Blasts
Aside from supernatural powers, Meagan is incredibly organized and she has a flair for knowing when to push and when to back off. It’s a necessary skill in the cutthroat world of business and she’s learned from the best. She also has a genuine caring for the people beneath her. As Slave Mistress, if you mess with her them, you mess with her. And you don’t want to mess with her.
She’s not a warrior by any means, but she knows her way around a handgun pretty darn well. Her idea of relaxation and peace? A few hours spent doing Tai Chi in the privacy of her quarters. She finds that it helps focus her thoughts and keeps her sharp. It also allows her to break a man’s nose without a second thought of that is so necessary. She doesn’t enjoy hurting people, but in the world of the preternatural, violence is sometimes the only survival option left.
Oh, and one other thing. She’s Irish, yeah? Her family owns a pub, yeah? Don’t ever take her drinking. She’ll wipe the floor with everyone and still get up bright an early the next day for work with a smile.
Origin: Ireland, in the city of Shannon, Clare County.
Personality: Meagan is a very focused, very organized individual. It’s why she’s so good at her job. She’s not prone to gratuitous emotion, but she can laugh as loud as the next gal and she cries just like everyone else when she’s sad. All of that, however, is usually reserved for when she’s home, alone, and outside of the public eyes. In the boardroom, she’s a forceful personality without being aggressive. It’s a trait that throws a lot of people off when they first meet her and general allows her to get her way with merely a smile and a carefully worded proposal.
She has very few buttons to push, but mind those she has. She’s full-blooded Irish and has the temper of one when it’s lit. One surefire way to piss her off is to patronize her. She acknowledges that she may not be the best at anything that she does, but she’s damn good nonetheless.
Oh, and don’t call her Mistress. Either call her Meagan or Miss O’Dougherty. She finds her title to be rather amusing and can’t help but chuckle whenever anyone calls her by it, the two exceptions being Lucius and Stalina herself.
Background: There’s an O’Dougherty family legend that one of the first O’Dougherty women fell in love with a fairy and begat a daughter. That daughter was the first of the True Witches – at least in this particular family – and the magic has been passed down from mother to daughter for centuries. As time passed, the blood thinned and the girls grew ever more normal until it seemed that the family legacy had died out completely, the magic that had once infused a bloodline becoming nothing more than an amusing children’s tale.
For the first time in 600 years, a daughter of the original O’Dougherty bloodline would once again carry the family name…
Meagan’s a good Irish girl. She grew up in Shannon and spent a lot of time on the coast with her parents and older brother. Her childhood was as normal as any other, full of sibling rivalry and teenage angst and school. Her brother, as expected, became half owner in the O’Dougherty’s family pub once he graduated high school and worked alongside their father. It’s cliché, but there you have it. Meagan on the other hand, scrimped and saved and, on mostly scholarships, went to college in Cambridge, graduating a year early with a Bachelor’s degree in International Business Law with an emphasis in trade.
Through a combination of excellent references from professors, perseverance, and sheer luck, Meagan landed a job as a junior assistant at Blackstone Inc, where it was her job to make sure the senior assistants had everything they needed in order for the partners and officers to do their jobs. It was a grunt job and involved a hell of a lot of research, late nights, and truckloads of bad coffee, but she enjoyed it immensely and her dedication did not go unnoticed.
Quickly she rose up the rungs of the corporate ladder and, with the usual presence of whispered rumors behind her back of sexual favors granted in payment for “rewards”, was promoted to the position of Executive Assistant to the reclusive owner of Blackstone Inc himself after only six years. Despite that she knew she deserved it, had worked her ass off for it, there was something that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Nothing wrong just…something odd. But who was she to look a gift horse in the mouth?
It was on her way to meet with her new boss for the first time when fate would change her life forever.
She’d taken a shortcut through a park at night to reach the Blackstone Inc offices when she was attacked, her assailant very graphically describing how he was going to rape her. She fought tooth and nail, but in the end he was stronger and the fingers squeezing her throat left her vision swimming and darkening at the edges.
Then there was a blinding flash that illuminated the park like daylight and she felt heat on her face. Then she blacked out. When she woke, she was in another man’s arms and looking up into the face of one Lucius Lacroix. Her boss. Behind them on the grass lay a dark, charred shape; all that was left of the would-be rapist.
It was the first sign that she was something other than pure human and throughout the next fifty years, she has been The Ancient One’s executive assistant and student. It was he who greased the wheels to her promotions throughout the years and it was he who introduced her to the White Rose Coven, her skills as a natural coordinator along with her other powers giving her an ideal opportunity to become the Coven’s Slave Mistress.
It’s a job she relishes and she takes very good care of those in her charge, though it is in particular her power of persuasion that makes her an ideal task master.
Her family doesn’t know about her powers. In fact, as far as they know, she died the night of the attempted rape. However, she’s incredibly family oriented and she uses her vacation and sick time to keep an eye on her brother’s descendants. As far as they know, she’s a distant relative who has a vague interest in the pub and it’s business.
Position Applying For: Slave Mistress
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