Personality

Welcoming || Charitable || Free-spirited || Impulsive || Brash || Gullible || Short-sighted || Hypocritical

Quick to embrace others and their stories, Aoibhín's extroverted mindset leaves her sparse room for expecting ill will from strangers. Partly wrought by her take on religion and partly out of inherent character, she sees the best in people and loves aiding those less fortunate, cultivating a generous nature beneath her impish demeanor. But her kindnesses remain questionable considering her peculiar endeavours. Conveniently devout, Aoibhín is no role model when it comes to long-term considerations or admitting the other faces of her 'altruism'. She knowingly calls upon the gods' names to justify her stances in great leaps of logic.

She does not particularly shine when it comes to peers either. While her audacious behaviour may attract some, many a time she has alienated herself from convention. Aoibhín hardly considers herself eccentric but she is no stranger to the perturbed curiosity or dismissal lining a sceptical gaze. Be it in the way she carries herself– outspokenly pious, questionably respectable and unironically histrionic– or in the fact that her attentions are roaming and receptive to most anything that intrigues her, she makes an uneven fit into societies that embrace dutiful integration.

And unsurprisingly Aoibhínneves' supposed faith in others does not extend to all. While she may implore for others to be their best persons, the same cannot be said of her, an allowance she wholeheartedly permits herself; wrong her or her company and her petty retaliations are often without foresight and remedy.

History

[Iadlain childhood, 0-40's]

Aoibhínneves was the youngest of her lot, a baby-faced runt of the Ó Ciardhas settled around Iadlain. Slower to grow and develop magically than her siblings and with the pampered seat of least expectations, she took the inattention in stride. Alongside formal schooling Aoibhín dabbled with different spell-casting methods, some of which cemented her interest in the family's trade of potion-making. Eventually at 36 she found a summoning system suited for herself.

[Relan church, 40's - 90's]

Her contributions to her community at large were lacking however, and a visiting relative took note of her flighty uselessness. But she had a reasonably open heart and an inquisitive nature and soon found herself living with her Relan cousins for a change of pace. During this time Aoibhín developed interest in the church, drawn to the cultural differences between her home and her relatives'; while she much preferred the practical Iadlish way of thought the young woman found purpose working with her fellow peasantry. And although she could not heal away ills or people's pain, she realized she could still lighten their burden with the medicines she made, and momentary reprieves that faith could not offer: her drugs that extended past religious reasons and sensible quantities.

By 92 Aoibhín grew restless of the stuffy academics and routine of the church and abandoned her sisterly vows. She attempted to open an alchemy establishment, but the business fared poorly without a stable income to maintain the more costly stocks. Aoibhín took to the road between Iadlain and Reluir after the flop. She found out her lacking correspondence all those years did little to keep her in her Iadlish parents' or still living friends' thoughts, and yet resented the inaction they took regardless.

[Farm and apothecary life, 90's - 160's]

Three years later rather than settle with family, Aoibhín moved in with sympathetic Relan farmers she befriended during her church days. Assisting with the southern land she began experimenting with the spare crops and her potions, and grew closer to their pastoral community, quick to make friendly competition with neighbours over who raised the best produce and livestock.

Still devout and driven by a questionable sense of charity, Aoibhín eventually enlisted the help of a few locals to open a humble clinic in the near town. The clinic provided cheap medicines, 'recreationals' and home-brewed substances she lauded as her panaceas, and the more she devoted to the small business, the more resolute she grew offering her 'aid' to the less fortunate and those seeking specific wares. All in all, she made little difference or danger to put her on any authority's map. So she believed her methods were justified– those who fell ill or unhealthily depended on her medicines were simply meant to meet their beloved Atros sooner.

[Back to Iadlain, 170]

Time passed in yet another routine where Aoibhínneves divvied her attention occasionally to Iadlain but mostly to Reluir with her fellow peddlers. Focused as she was on her own circumstances, the recent years' turbulent events had her dampen her enthusiastic charity in fear of misguided karma. But that misfortune struck her squarely. Losing several of her sisters to the queen's war and then as her communities and peers met their frozen end months later, she was at a loss as to how her deeds could have incurred such swift judgement for her own way of life. Right after all her yearly Goodwill and Repentance at St. Beitris' Feast, too!

Abruptly left with the scattered remnants of her Relan living, Aoibhín moseyed to her cousins in both physical and mental disarray, only to wander into the long brewing dissent between them and her Iadlish family currently in their hospitality. Now with motivation to return to Iadlain for good in the form of an incensed sibling, her own excitable unhappiness, and others headed the same way, Aoibhínneves looked to the south. Foolish as it was for her to cross in winter of all times, she never was one to weigh costs in the first place.

Current:

Fortune was finally hers for the end and the new year. The southward trek in Stars 8293 brought their entourage safely to Iadlain, as her elder sister Caiside and their travelling companion Ponzi were long-time residents of the region. But settling back in with their father and sister at the family shop was an entirely new ordeal for Aoibhín. With long-forgotten customs to relearn, societal differences she bumbled over and disastrous domestic habits to be groomed, she remained a test on the patience even here. After some mishaps with the brewing and inventory– partly due to unfamiliar ingredients, but more to do with her cheapened standards– Aoibhín's siblings placed her on the safer side of foraging duty and livestock tending, all of which she engaged with great vigour.

Come that summer, however, and of course Reluir's problems would find its way to reach this far once more. The political issues hardly concerned her – she thought the Torcs' cause was Good and Just, whatever it was they sought – and whoever was Count of this or Count of that was none of her business! Only if they bought her potions would it matter! It was the forest monsters gobbling up all her eggs (and well, nearly herself, that was an issue too) that finally sprung her out of her stubborn eccentricities to cooperate with the more knowledgeable natives and healers of the town. Moved™ by their wills to survive and the altruism bred from desperate communities, Aoibhínneves readily volunteered for the Birch Nest to aid the wounded where she can.

Additional Info

• Is that black nail polish or is it natural?
• Naturally intrigued by both fire and dark magic, and her few familiars reflect that preference. Overall despite her skewed religious attachment, she is entirely open to other schools of thought and superstitions, what with this ability to glimpse into different planes.
• She makes use of her rings and ground ingredients (nails, hair, bones, etc.) stored within them to conduct her familiars' portal spells. When she is searching for a new summon she likes to go the extra mile with grounded circles, unnecessary critter sacrifices and cheesy decor found in any b horror movie as it is a Big Occasion (and entirely essential in her understanding)
• Advanced Summoner points [12/14] -- Rampidash [B, Large, 8]; Goastly [D, Small, 2]; Bifloof [D, Small, 2]. All Demon-types. She's not very versatile...

• Often wears her summoning jewellery, bags, and excessively pocketed garments to carry her paraphernalia around; she keeps her sharper tools on her chatelaine.
• Has/had obvious glitterbog symptoms (glowing fingers & nails, lips) from handling and eating way too many bioluminscent fungi and plants as her livelihood. Wore veils and gloves when visiting church and Relan family, still tends to wear them. Also owned at most one or two nice outfits and heels for church attendance that are very clearly victim to age by this point.

• Per her Relan cousins' request, she no longer uses the Ó Ciardha name except amongst family, instead employing 'Dunn' where necessary as a habit.
• At 129 by way of her farming competitor, she met a foreigner seeking her cousins' household. Without caring much about intentions, Aoibhín escorted the traveller to her cousins' but was then promptly driven away from their affairs. The nerve... how dare they!!

• friendship ended with dead relan chicken. now iadlish chicken is her best friend
• Name is pronounced 'ee-ven-eevs' (but u can call her weedy because her name is very long. ty merio & co. for the nickname)

Relationships

Ó Ciardha cousins [Reluir] [ relatives ]

While friendly to one another, as the years passed her ties to her cousins had been threaded more with long-suffering tolerance rather than affection. Her prancing about in distant farm fields and backroom dealings and disappointing religious takes ultimately did her impression few favours in their eyes.

Ó Ciardha family [Iadlain] [ family ]

Mother Deirdre, father Ruaidhrí Ó Cléirigh, and older sisters Caiside, Eilís, Muireann-mallaidh, Elspyth, Isla, Marsaili and Eilidh (the latter two deceased). Only Eilís has married out of all of her sisters, but took on another surname (Locard). On decent terms, however Aoibhín resented her parents for making no effort to contact her despite doing likewise.
Now with the family split across borders after Possession, with some fled to Reluir and the rest remaining in Iadlain, they carry a multitude of grudges against their Relan cousins for what they believe could have been prevented with further communication.

Gunner [ rival ]

My shrooms are better than yours, you cheerful lout!
also u better not be dead or whatever like EVERYONE ELSE

Hajime Arakawa [ witchy friend ]

Decorated little tailor and forest-commune. Every visit was absolutely fruitful for witchy magic bonding time that was FAR TOO SHORT!

Ponzi [ shining friend ]

THEY'RE BEAUTY THEY'RE GRACE they're a fashionable melodious case. weedy holds them in High Esteem for better or for worse

Teagan Riley [ axe acquaintance ]

weedy keeps bothering this elusive oriad-hacking axe girl whenever she opens her weedy mouth