| Deirdre gaelic: (1) broken-hearted, (2) fear, (3) she who rages |
Homid Wanderer Child of Gaia |
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Deirdre was a character I made for a werewolf chronicle that Mark put
together. Unfortunately, for various reasons, it was one of those games
that never made it past the first few sessions, which was a damn shame.
There were some great ideas and characters floating around in the game.
Still, this is roleplaying, where all great ideas get recycled, and all
characters have their day as an NPC, eventually. :-)
You might want to check out these terrific characters:
Deirdre is a mystery. She is usually found around the cairn, often in the company of Tears of Blood. A tall girl in her early 20's, she has a pleasant, ordinary face and looks as if she could have played professional sport at one time. However, she looks as if she has been very sick lately - she has the look of a convalescent. Mostly, she seems very quiet. Polite if spoken too, but hard to draw into conversation. Many in the sept seem to treat her just a little bit too normally, the way people do when they are trying not to show concern. This seemed kind of puzzling until you saw her in lupus form one day with Tears of Blood. The back of both her hind legs show claw scars, as does her left side and rib cage. When you asked other members of the sept about her, they simply said that she was the only survivor from the Sept of Returning Green in Detroit. That puts shivers down your back. You heard about it of course. Another Sept fallen to the Wyrm - and the first time they found out that not everyone was being killed. That some were captured and taken into to the Umbra. No-one knows what happened to them. You didn't realise that anyone had got out of there. When you mention that, they simply say they weren't sure she was going to survive, that it was only the news that this cairn had been taken back from the Wyrm that finally pulled Deirdre out of harano. Things about her start to make alot more sense after that. The only time you have seen her really relax is around kids and that was by accident. You were walking to the cairn one day when you walked past a group of kids playing basketball. It was something of a shock to see that one of them was Deirdre - a Deirdre who smiled and could give as good as she got when teased. As you watched she bounced around the court, holding her own, even pulling off some pretty great shots. And she was really patient helping the younger kids, giving them tips on all the moves. It was like watching a different person. Yet when you saw her at the cairn later that day she was the same as usual: serious, quiet, distant. Maybe the dead are the lucky ones. |
| There is a deafening warcry And it's ringing in my ears It is drowning out floods Of noisy tears
On the path behind me |
So don't try to tell me there's no Reason for any moment in time Every memory of mine Those years are lines of Color on my face My past is warpaint The past is warpaint |
And I fight to the death I fight to the death I fight to the death I fight
Partial lyrics to "Warpaint" |