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"But she was not beautiful; she was red and terrible and red." Rhiannon MacDonagh. Rhia. Tink. Older than you would expect, wiser than you would believe, and sharper than any blade you could hope to gain. I am woman, and I am fire. [Roleplay account for Dark Echo Roleplay, written by Brea. I am a mod and I also play Matthew Dayne and Siana Ravenswood.] feeding the misery

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deargleannan · 10 years

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songs of the people | open

There was something like playing the fiddle that always made Rhiannon feel at peace, no matter what else was happening. It reminded her of simpler times, simpler days. It reminded her of when she was still human, still young, and still in love. Back in those days, in the evenings, the townsfolk would gather together and play instruments and sing together. She had learned harp because it was the proper, ladylike thing to do, and she had always had a lovely voice. But the fiddle, that had been something she learned in secret, something her father would not have approved of. One of the many things.

Her hair was braided back from her face so as not to get tangled into the strings as she played, the fiddle tucked beneath her chin as she drew the bow back and forth. It was a lively tune, one that they would have danced to. She could remember the way it sounded as if it was yesterday, how it would have been with drums and other instruments, how the people would have danced. At some point, she would have stopped playing to dance. To dance with Seamus.

Her fingers drew a sour note at the thought of her long-passed love, lips tucking down deep into a frown. However, she forced it out of her mind and continued to play, moving in a small circle.

The park was not crowded, not this close to sunset. Most did not frequent it so late, but this place made her feel calm. Cities were still so strange for Rhiannon, for someone who was used to something so small and so simple. Even years later, everything was strange.

The music rang through the park and Rhiannon found herself smiling a bit, even if a small one. The memories were enough to make her feel like she was something like a human again.

#songs of the people #deropen

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There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.

#rhiannon

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✖ RHIANNON MACDONAGH, DEARG-DUE, 538, HOLLAND RODEN

❝THE MATRIARCH, THE WAIF, THE PREDATOR❞

✖ THE ROAD SO FAR↴

Rhiannon MacDonagh just wanted a life that was her own. Full of love, joy, and passion. She wanted a life with someone she loved, surrounded by friends and those who cared for her. Especially a young man by the name of Seamus. Friends from a young age, the two eventually fell in love, despite the disapproval from Rhiannon’s father. The MacDonaghs were a family of wealth and respect, after all. And for the only daughter of the family to seek out a relationship with a blacksmith’s apprentice, well it was hardly an embarrassment her father was willing to accommodate. So before his daughter could run off with the boy who had stolen her heart, he sent her off to northern Ireland to marry a clansman of standing and wealth.

But with wealth and standing came a man who was cruel and hateful, who locked his young wife away from the world so he would be the only one who could enjoy her. He forced himself upon her and if she tried to speak out, she found herself abused. Rhiannon, who had always been such a bright, loving girl with eyes and a smile that lit up the world, lost her light.

The final straw came when she realized that she was pregnant. And she knew, deep down, that it was Seamus’ child. However, her joy was short-lived. Her last hope for happiness was stolen from her during an argument with her husband and she fell down a set of stairs, and when the blood started, she knew that her last light in the world was gone. Rhiannon was only twenty when she gave up on the world and poisoned herself.

The funeral was meager, and her father was not in attendance, and her husband took another wife almost immediately. It seemed that, largely, no one mourned this girl who had lost everything. No one except one. Seamus mourned more than anyone, and swore to give his beloved another chance. A year after her death, he finally succeeded, at the cost of his own life. When Rhiannon returned from the earth, she found Seamus’ body still and liveless and was overcome by rage. She went on a hunt, killing her husband and father, before returning to her grave. No doubt seen by someone, a stone was rolled over her grave to attempt to keep the creature inside.

Hundreds of years later, with the stone rolled away, she rose again, only to find a young man, alone and scared. Aedan, or Mausi as he was called most often, became something of a son to her. The child she never had. And though Rhiannon is still consumed by her hatred and her vengeance, there is one glimmer of light that keeps her from being lost completely.

✖ WHAT YOUR INSIDES LOOK LIKE ↴

Hateful, cruel, inexperienced, easily confused, vengeful, sees things as black and white, intelligent, loyal to those close to her, old-fashioned, world-weary, borderline misandrist, does not trust easily, protective of those close to her, emotionally distant, uses her weak appearance to lure in prey

✖ KEEP YOUR FRIENDS CLOSE AND YOUR ENEMIES CLOSER ↴

RAPHAEL: (Former Lover)

In Rhiannon’s life, her best friend and lover Seamus was everything she ever wanted. The thought that she might never see him again is part of what drove her to suicide. She never dreamed that she might meet him again, hundreds of years later. Raphael was older and at first she did not recognize him, but she has come to accept that the reaper is her Seamus. She has been hesitant to draw too close to him, protecting her own heart.

MAUSI MURPHY: (Companion)

Mausi is what Rhiannon has taken on to care for in this world, something to replace the ache of a lost lover and the thought of a lost child, as well. She met the boy at his lowest and felt the need to protect and care for him, raising him and teaching him, sheltering and nurturing him. He is family to her, and the only person she truly does care for, unselfishly.

EZRA: (Hesitant Of)

Rhiannon is quite wary of most creatures, especially vampires. Ezra is no exception, especially given his relationship with Mausi. Her maternal instincts for the boy make her even more wary of him, to the point where she has threatened him on more than one occasion. She does not trust him, and thinks he is out to cause harm to Mausi.

✖ THE STATUS

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