Character Information
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Real Name: Ath Dara Curran
Nicknames/Aliases: Adare
Species: Faun
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Physical Description: Stands at 5'
Weighs 125 lbs
Brunette
Cream white skin
Green eyes
Small shoulders, elongated arms
Angular face
Unique Features: 1" horns on head
Short 5" tail
Goat lower-half
Quirky smile
Faded Irish accent
A missing patch of fur toward her right hip from a burn
Date of Birth: July 18, 1979
Birth Location: The backwoods of Dublin, Ireland
Blood Family: Mother; Ros Liadh (Rosalee) Curran
Father; Arainn (Alan) Curran
Brother (younger); Brendan Curran
Residence: The Forest Cottages
Residing With: Ros Liadh, Arainn, Brendan
Physical Strengths: Nothing exceeding normal human capacity. Can lift roughly 30-40 pounds with minimal difficult. Good lung strength, extended stamina toward running and jogging for spans of 10-20 minutes. Flexible.
Physical Weaknesses: Standard human weakness. Allergic to blueberries.
Magical Abilities: N/A
Personal Skills & Training: Proclivity toward playing the flute and small harp. Has learned to hide herself from sight in sudden moments of danger or discovery. Wonderful hearing. Trained in archery, though she's still a novice.
Personal Weaknesses: Few social skills around other species, though she loves to talk to other faun and friends. Gabbing may actually be more of a flaw than anything.
Personality: Though good natured in her objectives and ideas, things often go awry later in the game due to newer and "better" ideas. She tends to cause mischief, though usually she welcomes it with open arms. "Chaos" may just be her secret middle name, as once said by her mother. Ath Dara leaves little room for complaining, as she lives by the strict personal rule that "you should never leave what fun you could do today, for tomorrow." Though it changes in phrase from time to time when she has to retell it, the moral is always the same. Have fun now, because tomorrow may not be there for you.

That said; she takes death hard. From family members to forests, losing someone or something isn't easy for the spirited faun. Life is precious, a thing created by the great gods above, and should be cherish. For all the fun Ath Dara experiences, she feels just as much pain at the loss of something as insignificant as a tree. Raised in to a world where cutting down a rain forest to build homes isn't a crime, the female prays hard. Each night she bows and begs the gods for forgiveness. While she knows that what man does isn't her fault, she reasons that it is. She's done nothing about the wrongs to Mother Nature these people have committed. Had she stepped forward and rallied to stop their madness? No. Did she write letters to where ever, explaining the reason these people should cease? No. And so she prays for their souls, forgiveness, and a new day that may be better.

Being still young, Ath Dara enjoys her song and dance. Day or night, she could go out and prance through the glade or play in the woods. She'd sing terribly, but loved hearing herself butcher the notes. It made her laugh to think that she could play the same piece on a flute or harp and make it beautiful. Playing was her passion, and she did so everyday. Or almost everyday. Or whenever she wasn't too tired from playing tricks. Tricking and joking around were only a few of her "chaotic" hobbies. But sometimes, she'd take a break from all of that. Everyone needed to relax once in a while, and Ath Dara was no exception. If laying in the sun by the river was how she'd spend her havoc-less day, so be it. She'd day dream of better things, of silly things, or just fall asleep basking.

Now, this is not to say she can't be a completely level-headed person. The woman can participate in intelligent conversation and keep up, most of the time. She just chooses not to. She has an average IQ, which is good enough for her. Ath Dara doesn't need much to keep her happy, though keeping her entertained is another matter entirely. Luckily she can be completely adult about most any situation. Most. There are some that make her giggle, which she tries to restrain if in a public place. In some cases she can come off juvenile, but really does try her best to be mature in her quest for adulthood. Just because she was almost thirty meant nothing to her. She would be a child until she felt like growing up. Which, hopefully, would be soon.

History: Ros Liadh and Arainn Curran, natives to England, moved to Ireland when they were pregnant with their first child, Ath Dara. They fled from their home country in hopes for peace and quiet, a gift to give their sweet baby born five months after their relocation. Living in the most woody and tree-filled portion of Dublin, the trio existed in contentment. Ros Liadh was happy to have finally had her daughter, always spending time in a small clearing somewhere near the middle of the forest. She sang to Ath Dara while Arainn played the classical Faun pan flute. At an early age Ath Dara learned to dance and skip. One might say she learned to do that before walking, seeing as she was always filled with a joy and happiness.

Sometime during her fifth year of age, her brother Brendan was born. He was a strange, little thing in his sister's eyes. He was small and wrinkly with wide eyes and pale brown hair. Even young Ath Dara could tell he looked different than herself or father, and only really saw her mother's features in him. By the time she was eight she had come out to her parents, expressing her child concern for her brother's oddness. During that time they family was moving for the first of several relocations. Under all of the stress, Mrs. Curran broke down and confessed to her husband that Brendan was not his. At that age in her life, Ath Dara had no idea what she meant, and assumed that the boy had just fallen out of the sky. Rain did, why couldn't babies?

Then living in Kingswood, Ireland, the family moved on with their days. Arainn forgave his wife after some time, though the pair would never be the same. They, at their daughters age of nine, were on friendly terms. Ath Dara still didn't understand, but that was okay by her. She had more important things to do than worry about her parents over her brother and why he'd fallen from the sky. She wanted to go out and play. So she did. Even as a child she had a strong will and stubbornness to do what she liked, when she liked it. Until she met a human boy.

For a month she watched him fool around in the fields out behind her "house," until getting up the courage to speak with him. This boy was the first of any species for Ath Dara to confront and talk to. She had never even seen her own Faun kind, which hadn't bothered her before. Until she realized that the boy was different, he was just another kid. Ath Dara hid out behind bushes and trees, sometimes having to dive into the shrubbery to keep herself out of sight. She was too shy to talk to him yet! So she felt it quite a feat when she finally did. One day she just stood up and waved. He'd fallen over in shock, but then approached her.

Instantly they made friends, though after a week of her never coming out from behind the bush he had to ask. Ath Dara, never having told her mother or father about this boy, presented herself willingly. Why should she have remained in the growth anyway? Well, the look on that boys face was enough for her. He was twelve to her nine, and never again went out to play as long as Ath Dara knew. He'd run, screaming things until he no longer was seen by the Faun. All she did was cry, huddled up in the shrub until Brendan came looking for her. It took the six year old boy an hour before he could get his sister to come back to the wood home in which they lived. After that Ath Dara learned all about the human race, as well as others, and learned to fear them.

Almost instantly the family moved again, just to be sure that boy didn't come looking for the Faun's. They moved miles South West, to Redgap, one of the small towns in Ireland. For a year and a half Ros Liadh and Arainn discussed moving back to England, but decided it was best to stay in Ireland if they could. Ath Dara was eighteen when they finally made the trip over the great mass of water to the English speaking country. By then she had lost any sort of social skill, living with three other people who exhausted her patience day after day. She longed to live and speak with other Faun, to know what it was like beyond the comfort of home. And yet she was also terrified of leaving, of stepping out into that Great Unknown. Luckily, or unluckily depending on race and stamina, a pandemic swept the globe.

Ath Dara was twenty-seven when the virus first set hold, knocking over millions of people. When the news finally hit the family of four, brought to them by some sort of scout or another, the young woman wept. She had never believed in any sort of god before, but she fell to her knees and prayed there were others out there just as the mission man said. She prayed there were those that would survive, that she wouldn't be one of the only one left alive on the planet. This was horrible! Something terrible had happened and she couldn't do anything about it. She hadn't done one thing for any of the world changing events in the past, so what was she supposed to do now? Her life had suddenly gone by in a blur, and the years from her teen hood to being an adult were gone. But she had to move on, had to keep smiling. Ath Dara and her family left for Elysium with the man who told them of sanctuary, a better place to live in freedom. They wouldn't have to hide anymore, a relief off of their shoulders. This place would be better, she could tell.

PLAYER INFORMATION
Name/Nickname: Jayden
Age: 18
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