Nicknames : | Cail |
Gender : | Female |
Orientation : | fluid |
Age(s) : | 25 |
Postlength : | semi para to para |
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Name | Caileach |
Age | Twenty-Two |
Known As | The Death Witch |
Status | Open |
Disposition | Cold |
Theme | ♫ |
Seeking political drama with some action/adventure and romance possibilities
Harbinger of Death. A War Machine. The prized possession of any great leader on the brink of military conflict. Power given to her by Gods long forgotten. Ancient rituals that are both occult and fascinating. In the days of old, a witch was born into a coven marked by silver, be it a lock of hair, a mar on the flesh-or in Caileach's case the color of her eyes. A rarity, an oddity, something to place in a gilded cage, a songbird to be oggled at but never set free upon the world in fear of catastrophic repercussions by her patron.
Caileach did not fair well in this cage, leaving for the world unknown she took up a life of solitude in her patron's temple. In the snowy mountains of the temple's village she aids in the crossing of the River of Death, to meet the ferryman into the afterlife. But with the ruling of Man comes the ever present fear of war. Caileach keeps a look over her shoulders at all times. She knows better than any that one day war will come and with that she will be taken, her body merely a vessel for the power she holds.
There is no free will.
Priestess of Death