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Persona Name: Lhiannan Sidhe

PERSONAL INFORMATION

Character Name: Deidre Bethany Lockhart

Nickname/s: Dee

Current Codename: Lhiannan Sidhe

Previous Codename: n/a

Age: 29

Height: 5' 7"

Build: Slender and lithe, almost delicate.

Hair: Blonde

Eyes: Blue-green

Relatives: Robert Lockhart (husband-deceased), Tara McKay (mother), John McKay (father), Lilian McKay (sister), Garth McKay (cousin-Eligor)

Current Occupation: Singer, Folklorist

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Non-Curriculum:Deirdre is a talented singer and a good musician with the flute, clarinet and violin. She has an expert knowledge of British folklore particularly as to where it pertain to knowledge of fairies and has a good knowledge of the Medieval period of British history. She has a good knowledge of 'New Age' subjects such as dowsing, crystal lore and Wiccan beliefs and practises. She has also proven herself to be a talented cook.

Education: University Graduate with Degrees in Music and History.


Resources: Large fortune and estate in England, her band Children of Danaan, royalties from her published works.


X-GENE MUTATION

Mutant Powers: Telepathic Inspiration: She possesses the ability to telepathically stimulate those areas of the brain responsible for creativity. Able to sense the presence of minds within about a hundred metres, she can through concentration open a link, allowing her to project her inspiration. This manifests as an intense burst of creativity, images, words, music or poetry flowing through the subject's mind with an impulse to act upon it. Whether it's writing a poem, drawing or composing music, the urge will remain for up to half an hour. Almost overwhelming, a subject will find it difficult to concentrate on anything other than indulging their creativity. Once the inspiration passes, there will be a slight feeling of fatigue and possible headaches, though this will fade with no lasting ill effects after an hour or so.
Control: High
Weakness: Her power will have little effect upon those with strong resistance to telepathy or a sufficiently strong will. Her power is most effective on those already creatively minded, drawing upon what is already present within a subject's mind. She has no control over what the person will do, simply provided the inspiration and suggestion to act upon it.

Since the death of her husband, Deirdre has been uncertain whether her use of this power inadvertantly had a hand in his death. Thus she is very reluctant to make use of this abllity, even when it could be useful or necessary.
Illusion Casting: The other aspect of her telepathy is the creation of realistic multi-sensory illusions. She can cause others to see, hear, touch, smell or taste things which are not real, as well as causing them to see, hear, touch, smell or taste things in ways which they could not do so naturally. She is capable of disguising herself as another person or even appearing invisible.

Her illusions as with her inspiring creativity are telepathic in nature, Maeve able to project them to those minds she sensed, thus affecting those within the same hundred meter radius. For full-scale multi-sensory illusions are most effective against an individual or small group, though she can projecting weaker single-sense illusions to everyone within her area. Examples would be balls of coloured light, a scent of roses or faint sounds of music. In general the effectiveness and strength of her illusions is inversely proportional to the number of minds she is effecting.

Control: High when using rhyme (see below), otherwise Low
Weakness: She focuses her illusions through rhyme, describing the effect she wants to create. She must speak though a whisper can suffice and this can potentially alert others to the fact she's creating an illusion, while the need to think of a rhyme can limit her in stressful situations. This is a psychological limitation, in part due to her former belief that she works her illusions through magic.

Anyone with a resistance to telepathy or a sufficiently strong will can effectively disbelieve or resist her illusions. Any sufficient reason that one could disbelieve one of her illusions can make it harder for her to effect such a person.

PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE

Personality:Fey would be a good word to describe Deirdre. She can be a little mischievous, maybe even a little capricious when the mood strikes her, then she can seem quiet, even aloof. Sometimes she is enigmatic, lost in a daydream as she explores the vistas of her own imagination. Not that she is heartless or uncaring of others, just firmly believing in that as long as it harms no other you do as you will. In her case she's essentially a dreamer and an artist, with a belief in a world beyond that which others see and a boundless curiosity for mystery. Sometimes though she finds it hard to separate the fantasy from the reality and finds more safety in the former.

Underneath this Deirdre is a kind and caring woman and finds pleasure in sharing her imagination and her creations with others. While she revels in her own freedom she feels that others have an equal right to it and she will ensure that others can achieve it. When focused she is exuberant and outgoing, almost enchanting. While she could play the role of young and fair, Deirdre cannot be heartless though sometimes she may wish to be.

There is a sadness in her now which she cannot quite shake off and a sense of guilt she isn't sure she can admit to. Blaming herself for the death of the man she loved the most, she's retreated into the world of her imagination, the old outgoing Deirdre more rarely seen these days. She wishes she could be truly fey but still struggles with a broken heart.

Demeanor: Dreamer and artist.

Nature: Caring with a hidden sadness.

Current Affiliation:X-Men

Previous Affiliation: Brotherhood

HISTORY

Deirdre's parents, an Irish lad and a hippy met up during Woodstock and caught up in the spirit of free love and the heady atmosphere, a spark was ignited that was to never quite die. That love would blossom into a strong and lasting marriage and in time would bear them two beautiful daughters, Deidre and her younger sister Lillian. It was Deirdre who inherited much from both her parents, her mothers artistic nature and love for the eclectic spirituality of the New Age and her father's sometimes mischievous but kindly nature and a fascination for folklore. She was a child who believed there were fairies at the bottom of the garden and left out a bowl of milk for the brownie. A love of fairy stories grew into a love of Tolkein and books of old myths and legends. Unlike her more seriously minded sister, Deirdre never quite lost that belief in magic.

Despite their rather different personalities, Deirdre and Lillian complemented each other and were an inseparable pair. It was true though that as they grew older it was often Lillian who would keep Deirdre's feet on the ground and sometimes the younger sister would have to get the older out of trouble. She also idolised her older cousin Garth, though that love would in time grow to fear as his nature became increasingly dark and when he disappeared from her life for some years, a part of her was relieved as well as missed him.

At school she had mixed experiences, teased by other students for her day-dreaming tendencies and beliefs in fairies which she didn't really take much notice of. Kind and loving to those who got to know her she made fast friends when she chose to make the effort. The teachers for their part were often frustrated, feeling there was potential that she never seemed to fulfil. There were exceptions with Deirdre excelling in art, displaying a creative streak and enthusiasm. Where she really shined was in music, displaying a natural talent. On the more academic side she was fascinated with history and did well in that subject. Deirdre then dreamed her way through childhood, a sweet if slightly distant child and not quite suspecting as she reached puberty that change was just around the corner.

Her gift first manifested in an art class where a friend was struggling with a drawing and Deirdre was wishing she could help her, knowing she had plenty of creativity of her own. Suddenly she felt as though she was flipping on a switch as her friend suddenly indulged in a creative frenzy, producing a number of drawings within a short space of time. Having gradually discovered what she could do, Deirdre at first indulged her gift frequently, using it to boost the efforts of those in her classes. As she came to realise the after effects she would exercise more caution. Her illusion casting would manifest later, at first uncontrolled as Deirdre began seeing the fairies of her imagination and other occasions, such as when she wondered what she'd look like with black hair, disconcerting her mother as her blonde daughter's hair changed colour before her eyes.

During her teenage years, Deirdre firmly believed her abilities were actually an emerging talent for magic, turning towards the Wiccan religion which she practised avidly. Learning to use rhyme to focus her illusion casting she brought that under her control and over the next few years managed to avoid too many major accidents. She also managed to graduate with good passes in her exams and went on to study in university taking as her subjects Music and Medieval European History. Her talents in music had only increased and she began thinking about becoming a singer. Perhaps with that focus in mind she would succeed in her further education, to the surprise not just of herself and lecturers but also her parents. It was a happy day for Deirdre when she graduated with good passes and at this point when her cousin re-entered her life.

Calling himself Eligor, Garth had now already embarked on his own path and wishing his cousin to join him. Eligor revealed he'd been keeping an eye on her from afar and knew that it wasn't magic she wielded but mutant powers. Confused and frightened, Deidre was horrified at what Garth had become, refusing to accept his view that humans were animals and that their powers made them like gods. Growing angry, Eligor grabbed her by the throat, Deirdre forced to use her powers to let her escape, managing to flee while Garth was overcome by a flurry of mental images. That was the final encounter she would have with her cousin for some years, while she got on with her life and put it behind her.

Deirdre would have a lucky break early on in her burgeoning career, when she met Robert Lockhart. A few years older and more experienced he noted her talent and with her formed the band Children of Danann. Friendship between them soon grew to trust and from her seeing Robert as an older brother to a man whom she would love deeply. In time he became aware of her gifts was able to accept them, only deepening the growing love. Deirdre in turn would use her gifts, incorporating illusions into the words of the songs they composed and making their live performances particularly memorable. She would also inspire creativity in Robert when he asked her to do so. In part due to her powers and more importantly their talents and the other band members, they achieved good success and found a degree of fame and fortune.

Three years later at the age of twenty five, Deirde married Robert and now wealthy, they purchased a small manor house in which to live. While continuing with the band, Deirdre would turn to writing as well and had her first book on Irish folklore published a year later. Life seemed to be perfect and to Deirdre it only looked as though it could get even better. One thing she and Robert agreed on was that they weren't quite ready yet to try for children, deciding to continue the success with the band for a few more years. Thus two more years would pass and then the past once again caught up with Deirdre.

The letter addressed in her cousin's neat handwriting, expressed anger and disappointment that she had married beneath herself while forgiving her the earlier mistake of attacking him. Eligor promised though that he hadn't forgotten her and would come for her when the time was right. It was inferred though that he would correct her mistake for her as she was too weak to do so herself, Deirdre fearing for Robert's life. She was right to be worried but for the wrong reasons, when Robert arrived home he was to find his wife distraught over the letter. Rushing over to comfort her, he felt only the slightest pop and a moment's dizziness. The brain haemorrhage was swift, Robert passing away in his wife's arms and with him her life.

Deirdre pretty much fell apart, wondering whether in her grief she could have used her powers on Robert, perhaps too strongly and triggering the haemorrhage. She also wasn't quite convinced it couldn't somehow have been Garth who was responsible. What she was certain was that she was to blame, that she would never have Robert's child and that everything that they had built together was meaningless to her now. As soon as the funeral had been arranged, Deirdre explained that she would be retiring from her singing and writing, needing to come to terms with her loss and she would be taking an extended sabbatical. It was left unsaid that she would be leaving for good, though that would have come as little surprise to most.

That was six months ago with Deirdre having left England, taking herself to the other side of the Atlantic ocean and to America. Still convinced Eligor is coming for her, she's hoping she can find something, protection, maybe just hope or something new to live for. Increasingly though she's found herself slipping into her old ways, finding it easier to dream than face the sometimes harsh reality. She's found a new name as well, Lhiannan Sidhe, the fairy woman who was the muse of poet's but whose gift of creativity came at the price of life. A fitting name she feels for believing herself to have caused the death of the one man she truly loved.


SAMPLE ROLE PLAY Deirdre knew she shouldn't have worn the necklace, at least not so it would have shown. The silver links and glinting diamonds, sparkling in the lengthening shadows of the fast approaching dusk were like a beacon. She was a well-dressed woman and she was alone, not especially vigilant as she wandered lost in her own thoughts. She was in trouble now, with the man, grinning all over his stubble-ridden face sauntering over. He figured her an easy target, Deirdre's fingers fluttering to touch the chain. It was one of his first presents to her, now one of the only links to him that she'd brought with her.

"Give it," he actually growled, extending one hand out to her and patting his hip with the other, indicating that he was armed. There was something almost gentlemanly about him Deirdre thought, not immediately bringing out the gun. Perhaps he would even be content just with the necklace. She stared at him, eyes widened, a smile almost catlike on her lips. "Give you a gift? Ah but the gifts of the fey are not so easily granted and much may you regret them?" That stopped him short, for a moment puzzled. She doubted it would be worth trying to spark his creativity, probably lacking in imagination. She had a moment to act, the words coming to her with a spark of her own inspiration.

"I bid thee rise, fell beast of the sea. I call unto thee, Nuckleavee," she whispered the words, fingers brushing against her necklace. Her back to the river as the waters appeared to foam, from them arising what might have been a horse and rider. Yet it was clear they were joined as one, torso of a man sprouting directly upwards from the centre of the horse's back, looking like some corrupted centaur. No skin, just raw red flesh, yellow corded muscle, snaking veins pulsing with blackish blood. Sharp hooves pawed the air, foul breath wafting from the foaming mouth of the horse's head, it's more human face twisted in a sickening leer.

He did the only sane thing, screamed and turned to run, slipping in his haste and tumbling into the water. She turned to regard him, waving one languid hand as she favoured him with a pitying look. Her illusory beast loomed large, menacing him as she slowly turned to continue her walk along the river. After a second she couldn't hold in the brief laugh, grateful at least for the amusement the encounter had ultimately brought. "My, what fools these mortals be," she smiled again and for a moment, Lhiannan Sidhe once more felt happiness, a fey trickster once more punishing the wicked and the foolish for their misdeeds.

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