Post by plokool on Feb 5, 2013 12:30:36 GMT -5
Name: Blathnaid (meaning “blossom” or “flower” in Irish)
Species (Human, Spirit, Guardian): Spirit/Guardian
Affinity(good/bad/neutral): Good
If a Guardian, what of?: Spring
Description of Appearance: She is a very petite woman measuring about five feet tall, she has long brown hair (with hints of red streaks) that is loosely braided with various flowers. Her eyes are deep emerald green and her skin is fair. She wears a deep green tunic (with a white cami underneath) with cropped brown pants and leather flats that wraps around her legs. She also wears two arm gauntlets that are deeply decorated about the legend of the guardians and fingerless black gloves. Blathnaid’s weapon is consisted with a bow and arrow set carved out of one of the oldest trees in Ireland; despite that they can destroy a Nightmare on the spot, there are times she can be a poor shot. She also carries a silver disc blade that can cut down any Fearlings in half. On her belt she carries a small brass flute that helps welcome the spring, which provides a great amount of her powers.
Abilities: Blathnaid is able to summon plant life by playing a small melody on her flute; she can even communicate with nature fluently from the rivers to the animals on land and in the air. The flute she carries is quite important; if the flute was ever broken or taken away her power would be cut in half. She would have no way of bringing in new life for the spring.
Strengths: Strong with nature, can travel by most elements (or animal), kind to others, brings joy whenever spring is on its way, is willing to do whatever it takes to protect the children
Weaknesses: Has little confidence in herself, has little battle experience against Nightmares and Fearlings, tries to take on too much thus overwhelming her at times, tries to hide her true feelings in the fear that it would show weakness to her fellow Guardians
Likes: Music, springtime (naturally), picking on Jack Frost once in a while, hanging out in Bunnymund’s Warren, lots of chocolate (she has a bit of a sweet tooth)
Dislikes: Jack’s pranks during springtime, kids bullying others, any Nightmares and/or Fearlings that attack, battles (if she can avoid it)
Allies: The Guardians
Enemies: Pitch Black
Crushes/Relationships (if applicable): Bunnymund
Center (only for guardians): Joy
Bio: Blathnaid was originally named Lily Mcgee, a young twenty five year old woman who loved to play her flute and create music in the cliffs of Ireland. She was bound to play in an official orchestra that toured the world, which made her family proud. Tragedy struck though when she was caught in a crossfire between two gangs. She suddenly spotted a young child about to be hit by one of the shooter’s bullets. Without hesitation she shielded the child and took the hits herself, thus snuffing her life out. She couldn’t recall what happened next, except that she was lying in a grassy meadow dressed in different garments and carrying strange weapons. She suddenly heard the Moon talking to her, stating that she was now Blathnaid, Guardian of Spring. She was unsure of what he meant, but quickly remembered that she was shot. Blathnaid decided to head to town to see what had occurred-only to discover that the police were gathering her body and loading it onto the ambulance. She suddenly felt a young child run through her-sending shock and dread through her being. The Moon finally spoke to her once more, saying that she could train with Bunnymund in the Warren to hone her skills. After much searching, she finally came across the Pooka and he agreed to take her under his wing. She had begun to develop feelings for her mentor, but is keeping them silent until the time is right (whenever that may be) and continue her training to become a full pledge guardian.
Roleplay Example: Blathnaid sat cross legged in the luscious green field, letting the wind blow through her hair. She gazed up at the sky with a small smile on her face, “It’s time”
Placing the flute to her lips, she began to play a tune that echoed in the air, hints of flowers popping through the ground. As the melody continued, the young Guardian to be could hear the sound of the children in the distance, laughing and playing as the plants continued to grow. Once she was done with her work, she placed the flute back onto her belt, a grin decorating her face as she took off into the wind “Until next season…”
Species (Human, Spirit, Guardian): Spirit/Guardian
Affinity(good/bad/neutral): Good
If a Guardian, what of?: Spring
Description of Appearance: She is a very petite woman measuring about five feet tall, she has long brown hair (with hints of red streaks) that is loosely braided with various flowers. Her eyes are deep emerald green and her skin is fair. She wears a deep green tunic (with a white cami underneath) with cropped brown pants and leather flats that wraps around her legs. She also wears two arm gauntlets that are deeply decorated about the legend of the guardians and fingerless black gloves. Blathnaid’s weapon is consisted with a bow and arrow set carved out of one of the oldest trees in Ireland; despite that they can destroy a Nightmare on the spot, there are times she can be a poor shot. She also carries a silver disc blade that can cut down any Fearlings in half. On her belt she carries a small brass flute that helps welcome the spring, which provides a great amount of her powers.
Abilities: Blathnaid is able to summon plant life by playing a small melody on her flute; she can even communicate with nature fluently from the rivers to the animals on land and in the air. The flute she carries is quite important; if the flute was ever broken or taken away her power would be cut in half. She would have no way of bringing in new life for the spring.
Strengths: Strong with nature, can travel by most elements (or animal), kind to others, brings joy whenever spring is on its way, is willing to do whatever it takes to protect the children
Weaknesses: Has little confidence in herself, has little battle experience against Nightmares and Fearlings, tries to take on too much thus overwhelming her at times, tries to hide her true feelings in the fear that it would show weakness to her fellow Guardians
Likes: Music, springtime (naturally), picking on Jack Frost once in a while, hanging out in Bunnymund’s Warren, lots of chocolate (she has a bit of a sweet tooth)
Dislikes: Jack’s pranks during springtime, kids bullying others, any Nightmares and/or Fearlings that attack, battles (if she can avoid it)
Allies: The Guardians
Enemies: Pitch Black
Crushes/Relationships (if applicable): Bunnymund
Center (only for guardians): Joy
Bio: Blathnaid was originally named Lily Mcgee, a young twenty five year old woman who loved to play her flute and create music in the cliffs of Ireland. She was bound to play in an official orchestra that toured the world, which made her family proud. Tragedy struck though when she was caught in a crossfire between two gangs. She suddenly spotted a young child about to be hit by one of the shooter’s bullets. Without hesitation she shielded the child and took the hits herself, thus snuffing her life out. She couldn’t recall what happened next, except that she was lying in a grassy meadow dressed in different garments and carrying strange weapons. She suddenly heard the Moon talking to her, stating that she was now Blathnaid, Guardian of Spring. She was unsure of what he meant, but quickly remembered that she was shot. Blathnaid decided to head to town to see what had occurred-only to discover that the police were gathering her body and loading it onto the ambulance. She suddenly felt a young child run through her-sending shock and dread through her being. The Moon finally spoke to her once more, saying that she could train with Bunnymund in the Warren to hone her skills. After much searching, she finally came across the Pooka and he agreed to take her under his wing. She had begun to develop feelings for her mentor, but is keeping them silent until the time is right (whenever that may be) and continue her training to become a full pledge guardian.
Roleplay Example: Blathnaid sat cross legged in the luscious green field, letting the wind blow through her hair. She gazed up at the sky with a small smile on her face, “It’s time”
Placing the flute to her lips, she began to play a tune that echoed in the air, hints of flowers popping through the ground. As the melody continued, the young Guardian to be could hear the sound of the children in the distance, laughing and playing as the plants continued to grow. Once she was done with her work, she placed the flute back onto her belt, a grin decorating her face as she took off into the wind “Until next season…”
