I'm no wee Leprechaun... I'll gauge your eyes out!

[Evil Little Leprechaun]

Radioactive Spiders and Kryptonite

I think I forgot to breathe


FULL NAME: Liath O'Donovan
NICKNAMES: Evil Little Leprechaun ('Leprechaun', 'Lep')
AGE: fifteen
BIRTHDAY: 28 October
SEXUALIY: bi-sexual
JOB: None; previously a stablehand at local equestrian centre.
SPECIES: Shapeshifter
CANON: no


I’m nothing but a human, after all. Nothing special.



GENERAL APPEARANCE:
Liath claims to be 'de taille moyenne' (of average height) but is in fact quite small compared to most teenagers. She is only just over five feet in height, and quite slender.

She has long, golden-blonde hair which is quite 'wavy' (AKA curly, almost in ringlets) and usually kept at shoulder-length. Liath straightens it every now and again, which, as her best friend teased, 'makes her look completely different and more mature'.

(Notably, Liath immediatly asked whether he thought she'd looked immature beforehand. Upon not receiving what she believed to be an adequate repsponse she hit him with her cane.)

Liath has striking, stormy grey-blue eyes which are powerful and full of life, yet giving a mysterious, reserved feeling to her presense. Her skin is 'skin-coloured'; as in, not pale and not tanned unless she spends lots of time in the sunshine during the summer.

Liath's preferred attire is simple; jeans, a top and shoes - the style of which depends on her mood - a pair of 'funky' socks, and usually a hoodie or jacket, worn or around her waist to complete. She rarely ever wears make-up, and although her ears were pierced six years ago she never seems to wear earrings.
Is always seen wearing the same necklace; a black, plaited cord with a striking stone carving of a rearing horse.

When Liath was thirteen, she was involved in a traumatic riding accident which resulted in her being pretty much crippled. Though the pain is mild (but still constant) and her use of her damaged left leg has increased since her first transformation, she is unable to walk properly and cannot run, etc, as a human. Therefore, she carries a cane; something she occasionally uses as an aid for walking and regularly uses as a weapon against those who are unfortunate (or idiotic) enough to provoke her.

MOST LIKED FEATURE: Eyes
MOST HATED FEATURE: left leg (crippled)
HERITAGE: Claims to be Irish, but her accent is distinctly more American.
ETHNICITY: Caucasian


You’re not the only vampire I know.



GENERAL PERSONALITY:Liath (Or 'Leprechaun as she is generally known; let's call her Liath, just to annoy her.) is a complex person. She is friendly but reserved around most, with a strange but likable aura about her. She is often described as 'weird' due to her apparent 'random tendancies' which keeps her out of the majorly-popular-people's group. Nontheless she is quite popular, in that most people know her name after just a few days.

Despite appearing hyper, chatty, and random, often day-dreaming and joking about with her friends, Liath suffers from depression. She has told no one, instead maintaining a steady amount of suger-and-exercise intake to keep it at bay. She does not really understand the cause, but finds that animals help ease it, and so spends a lot of time with them.

Liath is intelligent, aware, and not easily fazed. She is not overly confident, often seeming quiet and reluctant to socialize around strangers, but on the inside she is hardened and knows her limits. She is not shy at all, but can be paranoid, and her personal problems keep her from opening up to others.

Due to previous experiences and true stories she has heard, Liath is extremely aware of potential threats, and can slip into 'survivor mode' flawlessly so as to avoid them.

According to her parents, she has 'irrational fears' that include elevators, walking in the dark, strangers (particularly men) confronting her or talking to her when alone, fire, and heights.

It is impossible to get her into an elevator; she just won't go.
Extremely reluctant to walk in the dark, and will avoid it unless completely neccassary. Reluctant to go even with friends.
Very paranoid and careful around strangers when alone; anyone she doesn't know is treated guardedly. She will avoid talking if she can, and if threatened she turns ominous and hostile. Her very aura is usually enough to make them back off, for it's easy to tell she's one who fights back - with a vengeance, and seems impossible to truly scare or faze in any way.
Hates fire, even candles, and avoids it/puts it out if she can.
Highly sensitized to smoke.
Gets very tense when at a height, but contrary to popular belief it is not the height that scares her; it's the thought of falling.

All these would imply some form of abuse or, perhaps, a childhood trauma; still, the origins of these fears are known only by their host.

Though sometimes a perceptive person will notice there is something wrong with her, Liath has learned over the years how to joke, tease, and laugh it off, to change the subject without suspicion and turn the limelight on the person who asked. In this way she can subtly pursuade them to forget what they were asking about, and so end the conversation on a completely different note.

Often comes across as eerily perceptive, and is quick to learn the ways to throw someone off their game.

HOBBIES: Art, equestrian, literature, music, photography, drama (or rather, being involved in drama.)
DISLIKES: ignorance, 'idiots', being disturbed, people touching her stuff, people intruding upon her personal space, craneflies, being followed, being underestimated, being stared at, stupid questions, perceptive questions, and loud noises.
LIKES: Interesting/humorous company, cookie-dough ice-cream, screwing with people, doing one of her many hobbies, road-trips, free stuff, hanging out, and roaming when phased.
FEARS:Elevators, going out in the dark, strangers (particularly men) confronting her or asking her questions when alone, fire, serious arguements/confrontations, and heights.
SECRETS: well, if they were written out, they wouldn't be secrets anymore, now would they?


We can’t all be freakishly strong.



GENERAL HISTORY:
Liath, (according to her family, anyway) had a very normal childhood, with good upbringing and plenty of exposure to various things, such as travel, politics, public events, animals, and of course other people from different religons. But the experiences that formed Liath into what she is - depressed, turmoiled, paranoid and wary - were all personal and never spoken of freely. The effects of these experiences made her become isolated from others, impossible to understand due to the amount of things she didn't wish to speak of, and so she turned to animals for comfort instead of people. She has held on to the manners and teachings of her parents, and so in public can appear to be a well-adjusted, sensible teen- just 'a little cautious, perhaps shy', as Liath is naturally a careful and patient person who instinctively knows when she's going too far.

Her love of animals, as well as her siblings' pleadings, got the family two dogs, two cats, a budgie and a hamster. Whereas her siblings had preferences and rarely interacted with the cats or hamster, which nonvocally became hers, Liath loved every pet that came into the house. When she found injured animals on the street or in the woods, she took them in and brought them to the vet. Once, upon coming across a lost dog while out for a walk with her own dogs and parents, Liath insisted they call the dog's owner and bring the dog home. Thanks to her stubborn refusal to leave the dog and 'let it find its way home' the animal was picked up by its relieved owner just twenty minutes later.

It was her love of and empathy towards animals, especially horses, that brought Stabinae into her life when she was eleven. The mare had refused a jump at a large show shown live on television, throwing her owner and then turning on her. She'd had to be shot with a stun gun, then doped with sedatives to get her into the trailer and bring her home. Investigators learned that Stabinae was abused by her owner and trainer; rapped, beaten, and starved into doing what they wanted. Liath read it in the newspapers, felt awful for the poor mare, but knew there was little she could do to help at her age, so after a few nights of troubled sleep she forgot about it. Her parents, seeing as she'd been riding since she was 4 years old(curtousy of her very horsy cousins and NOT her originally unwilling parents), decided to buy her a horse of her own.

It was at an auction, just browsing through the catalog, that Liath found number 243, 'A Nightmare By Name'; AKA Stabinae.
She sought out the horse, a troubled Akhal-Teke/ TB hybrid, and the two just clicked. Her parents were reluctant to buy the mare, but after seeing Stabinae allow Liath to stroke her scarred face - something no one else had been able to do up till then - her parents relented.

Stabinae became hers, unwarranted, for just $400. She let Liath load her after a little fuss, and under Liath's knowledge of natural horsemanship and 'equus' the silent language of the horse, she recovered and became an excellent riding horse.

When Liath was thirteen, however, she was involved in a traumatic riding accident; on a ride along the main road with her friends, a car skidded on ice and went out of control. The other horses shied, Liath managed to control Stabinae and keep her out of the way. The car stopped skidding, but was on the wrong side of the road; in order to avoid a collision with another, rapidly aproaching vehicle, the car swerved right into Liath's path, cutting her off from the other riders. Stabinae panicked and reared up, and as the car hit her she came over backwards and landed on top of Liath.

Stabinae's injuries were minor compared to her rider's. Liath's left side was badly damaged. Her left arm and hand recovered, but her leg had been crushed, the injuries causing clots in her veins and cutting off bloodflow to the major muscles in her leg. By the time doctors were able to treat it a chunk of thigh muscle had died. They managed to remove most of the dead cells to lessen the agony, but Liath remains in constant yet bearable pain. Losing a section of her thigh muscle and having only retained partial use of her leg means she has to use a cane to go any distance on foot.

Her transformation did bring her back to normal health; it could not heal what no longer existed, though it did ease it enough for her to limp along without her cane for hours at a time before needing it again. However, she is not crippled in her animal form - probably a reason why she uses it so often. Still, she tends to limp slightly when walking, which implies that not all the pain is gone; even when phased.

This, understandably, made Liath become steadily more frustrated. She didn't want to deal with the pain; she wanted it gone.

After several months of mood swings and vicious arguements about living in pain, Liath was forced to go to therapy. There, it was revealed that not only was she bottling up her emotions and refusing to cooperate, but that she was becoming addicted to the pain meds, taking far more than the usual dosage.

She was sent to Rehab to de-tox and 'get things cleared up'; all the while her emotions stacked higher and higher, putting on immense pressure as they pushed against the surface.

She lasted exactly three days...

Then all hell broke loose.


FAMILY: Unknown; never spoken of.


Stupid, thieving, annoying vampire!



ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:


Breathe.

In, out. In, out.

Liath's eyes were narrowed, the pupils dilated as she tried to ignore the pain, focusing instead on keeping her respiration rate steady.

In, out. In, out.

It was still too fast, but getting deeper now. Easier, as her leg ceased to cramp.

Her left hand massaged the painful muscles (or rather, lack therof) as she used her right hand to keep note of her pulse. It, too, was slowing, coming back down to the usual rate.

Due to her... Condition, there was no way she could visit a doctor. Far too risky considering she was running a temperature that meant she should be dead; or seriously ill, at least.

It was difficult enough to get pain meds; they never lasted long, and if she went to the pharmacy every time she ran out the staff would be more than a little suspicious.

Going to several pharmacies was irritating, but it did the trick.

For now, at least.

Satisfied that the after-effects of her sudden escape from the 'Rehabilitation Centre' were past their worst, Liath pushed herself to her feet. She strapped her cane to her rucksack, fastening the long strap that would hold it in place on her back when she phased. Dropping onto all fours, she let the emotions rush through her; there was the warm, familiar sensation along with the almost-silent shimmer in the air around her, and she had done it.

Emotionally unstable my ass, doctors.

She took a step forward, cautious at first, parting her jaws to scent the air. The barren landscape ahead beckoned, however, and her limbs were already quivering with anticipation; with a growl of satisfaction she set off at a brisk lope.

Her tail held high like a tawny-grey-black banner, her blending pelt becoming all but a blur as she accelerated.

She was not Liath O'Donovan anymore.

She was Leprechaun, the shapeshifter.


You… bit a pillow? Why?



NAME: Scorpio
AGE: 15
GENDER: female
YEARS ROLEPLAYING: 3
LOCATION: Earth
HOW DID YOU FIND US: Can't remember; from some other site, presumedly.