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Name: Aithne Caoimhe O'Griobhtha

Given Name: Aithne Morgana Griffin or Aithne Morrigan Griffin
(Nicknamed: Morrigan or Morri)

Gender: Female

Age: 2391 (Born in 386 B.C.)

Apparent Age: Mid-twenties

Place of Birth: Ireland

Species: Vampire

Coven: Independent

Appearance:

Morrigan was tall in relation to peoples of her time, standing at five feet and five inches. This proves to help her blend into modern times, however. She is an ancient woman with ancient beauty; a simple attractiveness. She is lean with strong curves. Small shoulders, little wrists, and a tiny waist - without her vampire strength she would have a much harder time winning a fight.

Her hair is waist length, deep auburn, and wavy. Her eyes are a dark, dark green; appearing black in poor light. Her milky white skin is covered with deep, greenish blue tattoos from her mortal youth; magickal markings for battles and from battles. She has one deep scar on her left thigh which appears whiter than her skin; acquired before death.

In attempts to blend into the masses, she wears simple clothes of solid colors. Button-up, white, crisp shirts with black slacks and black heels; on most nights she appears to be an office employee just off work. Her favorite outfit is a short black skirt with a deep red or white shirt and a fine, red leather, knee-length coat. Shoes of choice are usually thigh-high, black boots or red high-heels. Rarely does she wear jewelry or other accessories that would highlight her in a crowd. She even covers her tattoos with plenty of make-up on special roaming nights to further conceal her identity. Her hair is almost always worn down.

History: (shortened as best I could)

Born during an ice storm in mid-winter, her weary mother had taken shelter in the home of a giving, Celtic woman. The woman did what she could for the young mother, understanding the harshness of a man who does not want a daughter. For dear Aithne was the bastard child of a powerful Celt Druid. The two lived with the woman as long as they could, until the woman's husband came home from a long journey into war.

When he finally came home, Ainthe and her mother headed back towards the home of her father. They lived in the village nearby his dwelling. Her mother half hoped he would step back and claim Ainthe, but he never did.

Ainthe grew up as normal, poor children do. She was strong and stubborn, thoughtful and watchful. Innately independent, she would watch over the children as a sort of protector. By her early teen years, she was know as the little mother or elder sister to all the children. Her instincts were not that warm, motherly nature, but rather the ever watching, ever careful, untrusting, dominate figure. Like a lioness watching over her cubs.

When the battles of landowners finally reached their village with few strong, well-armed men to defend the place, it quickly fell. Ainthe did her best to protect the children, sending them to hiding places and distracting the raiders. In the end, the village fell to ashes and ruin, the children huddled in a small storage tunnel underground. Right as they were leaving and Ainthe was stealthing to her mother's dwelling to grab one last thing, a raider found the little hiding place.

They smoked the children out; those of whom did not smother ran out and were killed or taken prisoner. Ainthe was at her mother's dwelling when she heard the screams. Her mother was leaned against a wall, sitting, resting, bleeding. Ainthe dashed to her, trying to pull her up, but it was too late to save her. The little Celtic watched as her mother died. When the screaming ceased, Ainthe return to the hiding to find a few dying children. She was too young to heal or help them. She simply went back to her mother, curled up in her cold lap, and wept.

A druid by the name Corey found her in this sad state. He took her to the next village to leave her and deliver news of the tradgey, when he learned that she was the daughter of his strongest rival. He decided he could use her.

He raised her from that point on; Ainthe was his silent shadow following him over many fields and mountains and rivers. She learned all he had to teach, growing into a strong, independent woman. By her early adulthood years, she was known as the "Druid Shadow". She was an outcast, but respected in her own right.

Corey and she had a common goal: the death of her father, Caddock. They followed the rumors of his sightings all over the isles until they finally found him on the coast in what is now northern Ireland. Caddock was entertaining a landowner, offering to protect his land from storms and flooding in exchange for one of his daughters. The landowner was considering the idea, when Corey offered to do the same, but for a better price; a large sum of coin instead of a daughter. Caddock was angry and still could not figure out Ainthe was his daughter. He actually made a propostition to her that night. She refused and her hate for him grew.

That night, as she stood on the rocky shore thinking of how to kill him, a strange and beautiful woman approached her. The woman was tempting, as Ainthe thought she could never be tempted by a woman, but also brought an uneasiness. She opened up to the woman in an uncontrolable way - revealing her hate for her father. She could not seem to get away from the woman, though she was taller and younger in appearence and the woman was not even near enought to touch her. When she heard a wolf howl, the woman suddenly broke eye contact and left. The connection seemed lost. Ainthe returned to their inn to finish her planning.

They would let the druids have a sort of competition. Who ever shows the most power will win the landowner's favor. Then, when Caddock loses, kidnap the daughter, kill her, and frame him for the murder. The landowner would do the dirty work from there. Corey was impressed with her plan and agreed.

The next day they purposed the idea to the landowner, who agreed. They would meet after dusk and show off their power in the evening since the landowner's duties called for his attention all day.

They met at dusk on a high, rocky cliff near the ocean. Autumn was on them, so Corey decided he would do a simple "warming spell". He knew Caddock would overpower him with a cold storm, thus winning and continuing their plans. Ainthe was standing by, watching, and trying not to show her contempt on her sleeve. Caddock was even flirting with the very young and uncomfortable landowner's daughter. All seemed to be going well...

When the strange woman from the night before showed up with the landowner. She wanted to play, too. As she was, apparently, talented also. Corey and Ainthe suddenly became nervous. Caddock was cluelessly still flirtly with the maiden. Then, another stranger appeared, going by the name Camlin. He was severely scared on half of his body, but with his body being clothed only his face showed the scar tissue. He was not a handsome man, but his presence was strong. Ainthe noted he had the same brightness in his eyes the woman had.

First, Corey showed his strength by bringing a warm, soft wind. It warmed everyone's bones right before Caddock brought on a harsh, freezing wind. It changed everyone's happy smiles to nervous frowns. Then, the woman stepped up. She called the ugly man to her, but he seemed tense and her touch was unwelcomed as she grabbed his arm. She cut him, deeply, to everyone's amazement, then told them she would heal him.

Hovering a hand over his wound she chanted strange words. The bleeding stopped and the cut closed. The crowd was silent. Then, the landowner proclaimed her the winner. They all drank mead and had a small feast before retiring. Her prize was unknown.

The next day, no one saw her. Ainthe assumed she left; Corey was uneasy all day. He told Ainthe not to return to the beach where she met the woman, but that night she did anyway. The woman was there, as if waiting. Ainthe demanded to know who and what she was. Why she took away Ainthe's chance for revenge on her father. The woman had no answers, but only laughed and offered Ainthe a different plan. She needed Ainthe to do a favor and she would give Ainthe the chance to kill her father. Ainthe refused, leaving the beach.

She spent days planning the next attack, but settled on something foolish out of impatience. After sending a token by messager to his camp, she waited for him in cove near the beach. The moon was rising, the sun was setting, and she promised him sex; he had yet to figure out she was his daughter and she had no real plans of doing anything but killing him.

He showed up on time with a grin on his face. Ainthe held the moment as he taunted and teased her before coming in closer for the promised offer. As soon as he was within arm's reach she pulled him close and whispered in his ear, "I am your daughter," before sticking him in the gut with a dagger. He had only a few breaths to be surprised before falling to the cold sand in hot blood. Ainthe was satisfied for a moment.

Then, the little spy the landowner had placed on Caddock shouted and ran. Ainthe knew her time was over. She fled to Corey for she could not just leave him without a word. Alas, he was dead and bleeding on the floor beside a grinning woman. It was the woman from the beach. Ainthe did not wait for chitchat and turned to flee. As she stole a horse and prepared to ride, the landowner's men found her and brought her back for lock and key.

She was pinned for the murders and was sentenced to be burned at the stake. That night the woman visited her with a hooded figure behind her. The woman revealed herself as Blaire, before telling Ainthe her father was still alive. Ainthe was confused and angry, unable to do anything but scream and curse. Blaire left, but the figure lingered. He bent down to her, his face covered in shadows, and whispered, "Looks like we both get what we want." For a brief moment, she thought she saw Caddock's grinning face before the figure left.

Hours before the dawn, the scarred man appeared. Ainthe had had her share of visitors for the evening and remained silent, staring into nothing...

Until he mentioned he could keep her alive, in a way, so she may find revenge again. He knew the secret behind Blaire's healing gift. She looked at him and listened as he explained what he was. Blaire was apparently the same thing. Now, so was her father. They were vampires. The man promised he could make her the same way. He was Camlin, a vampire who hated Blaire. He would kill Caddock for her, if she would live with him. He was bored and lonely. He pitied Ainthe and she was going to die anyway, with or without his help. Ainthe was sick of being between two feuding people. It did not get her far. But she would rather live than die.

Camlin demanded though that in exchange for this new life, she would owe her alliance to him. They would handfast and live in a castle far away, away from watchful eyes. She would make his life easier to bear. Ainthe was bitter and felt she had no choice. Revenge pumped through her like a reason to live. It was all she knew. Like he said, she was going to die anyway.

He turned her that night, before the dawn of her punishment. She was burned, as many people were then. It nearly did her in, but Camlin offered to take the "remains" and nursed her back to full health over the next moon. Soon, she was feeding off beggars in the streets as a Vampire.

Camlin O'Griobhtha hid her in his stables and went out to "kill" Caddock. Which was easy for a skilled vampire with a brain. He went to the nearest tavern where Caddock was playing with an easy woman. He killed both, cleaned up the mess, and left a "message" for Blaire. She had killed one of his long ago.

He took Caddock's head to Ainthe, for comfirmation. She cherished it always, despit his joke about it being a token of purposal.

They fled soon after, disappearing into northern europe. They wed, they lived in silence. Ainthe was bitter all her days.

How she came to be in Canada:

In the early 1900's, she was becoming restless. Tension in europe was growing and Camlin was feeling it more and more difficult to fit in with the new masses.

They left for America, where they settled for awhile in the northeast. They spent both World Wars there before heading into Canada during the 60's. They moved into Demaitre recently (2008).

Notes about their "marriage":

They only live as a married couple when it makes life easier. They spend most of their time apart. They have shared a bed only once, which is another story, and have two seperate rooms usually. They are both quiet, serious, and independent. They take care of each other as co-inhabitants do. Ainthe does most of the social interaction, as her face is more friendly and less easily recongized. Scars make Camlin's life more difficult, so he spends most of his time indoors.

Personality:

She is the stereotype of an Ancient Celt woman. Proud, brave, stubborn, loyal, and mysterious. She serves no one, save herself and her sire. She recently repects the Amman for their changes (recent being a few decades), but has not always been on their good side for she did not enjoy their earlier dramas with "baby" vampires.

She does not usually kill her prey. Feeding is boring to her, so the hunt needs to get a little spicy sometimes to keep her interest these days. Her strengths are her weaknesses, as the Fates usually have it. Her pride and courage tend to lead her into dangerous situations. She is loyal just as long as she holds grudges - which is forever. She is generally polite to everyone, as it is not necessary to push power around to get your way. One wrong move, though, and she'll have your head.

As a Vampire:

.\\ Lethal:
.\ Modern Fire (intense chemical fires)
.\ Sunlight
.\ Dead Blood

.\\Harmful:
.\ Holy Water
.\ Fire

.\\Gifts:
.\ Speed
.\ Strength
.\ Can blend with Shadow
.\ Telekinesis

.\\Misc.
.\ Sleeps in Coma-like state(but dreams)
.\ Not a Violent Killer(usually)
.\ Tends to seem not very socialable

Further Information:

Morrigan loathes technology and modern things. She rarely, if ever, uses electronic devices. (Whereas Camlin does.) Cars, though, are a favorite hobby of hers.

It's rurmored she keeps heads in her basement.


Morrigan: Ireland, Wales, Britain; a shapeshifting war goddess of lust, magic, prophecy, revenge, war. Known as Great Queen, Supreme War Goddess, Queen of Phantoms, and Specter Queen, she kept company with Fea (hateful), Badb (fury), and Macha (battle).