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Post by Sheep Noir on Apr 3, 2015 20:23:51 GMT -5
DÁIRE BELENUS Ó HÍCIDHE -- 32 -- HUMAN full name: Dáire Belenus Ó HÍcidhe ((DAW-ra BAY -Len -us O'HE-kee))
nicknames: Rabbit, O'Hickey
birthdate: October 5th
age: 32
race: Human
sexuality: Undisclosed
occupation: Labourer
three words to describe character: Angered Foreign Arcanist
faults: In bed with a demon, Jaded to killing, Long memory for grudges
strengths: Loyal as a hound dog, Respectful man, Has a fine tuned skill with knives
quirks: Tabaco smoker, Ritual meditator, Contagious hummer
play by: Dickie Smith// Ricki Hall
Personality: "The O'Hickey boy is a strange one, no doubt about it. Quieter than most folk we have coming through here. Was all prettied up when he first arrived, didn't last long tho. The other boys started givin' him the eye- but after he stabbed that plastic knife through Dartmouth's hand they stayed away from him.
"Started hanging out with Half Soul and the other 'voo-doo' sort. None of them are violent at all, but all that chantin' and 'Spirit' talk gives me the jitters. Respectful tho, gotta give'm that. Always with his 'Yes sirs' and 'pleases'... better mannered than the other trash in here. Coulda just been him tryin' to figure out the language and all that- English ain't easy. He's got them eyes tho, that twinkle, like he's up to something; those intelligent eyes...
Had to throw him in the SHU a couple of times, bring in the specialist cause the boy was doin' that mojo on the other wards. Don't think he liked the 'Mage-Hood' much... had a look to kill after that...
"I believe his behaviour's been overall peachy compared to the other Terrorists we pulled in with him. I'd like to put him up for early parole."
- Warden S.C.Chambers of Roel High Security Penitentiary
brief history: "'According to our records, Mr. Ó HÍcidhe and his sister had no priors up until the day of the attack on Hyde Gate nine years ago. The two were out standing foreign citizens with stand up jobs- Mr. Ó HÍcidhe was apprenticing as a chief and his sister had something going on with small time acting. In July of 2006, a group of foreign terrorists attacked and terrorized the people of Hyde Gate, destroying property through explosives and magic, and injuring dozens of citizens. When paralogic investigators showed up to wipe minds and investigate the crime scene, the Ó HÍcidhe's magical resonance was found. After being contained, the Ó HÍcidhe's pleaded not guilty, claiming that they were in the country on vacation and ended up in the conflict by coincidence. They claimed that the astral signature the inspectors had found was the result of defensive spells the two had slung to keep civilians safe. There was no eyewitness to prove their story, and with all the evidence piled against them, they were found guilty, Dáire was sentenced to 10 years in Roel H.S. Pen, and his sister to 10 in Khontor Woman's Institution.
" Mr. Ó HÍcidhe went on to join a few gangs while incarcerated, strangely refusing to have any relationship with the other Terrorist members at his location, and preferring a more religious sect of prisoner. He obtained the nickname "Rabbit" among the guards and other inmates due to the points on his ears, his strict vegetarian diet, and the ludicrasy and confusion over the pronunciation of his real name . He took English classes to pass the time, and worked on the janitorial staff. Though he spent nine years at Roel H.S. Pen, he never once faultered from his claim of innocence. He managed to get out a year early on good behaviour, and on the terms that he was not to own any weapons, or practice in any magic circles, or leave the country for the next 6 years. He has served a year of parole in Markham, the city of his incarceration, before requesting to be transferred to Khontor to join the Discharged Working Man's Union...'
"Great, another poor soul looking for redemption in Khontor. Let's hope this one's worth saving."
- Salvador Calverro, Parole and Dispatch D.W.M.U
The old office room was moist and cold, no doubt due to a mixture of the pouring rain outside, and the dilapidated conition of the building in general. Rabbit's knee bounced triple time to the tick of the clock on the water stained wall. He hated waiting. He bit at his dirty nails as he stared out the foggy window to the glowing streets below. The stream of black umbrellas carried busy business men to work in the towering buildings that littered the downtown skyline. It was a gross scene, to be sure, and an uneasy one. The voice of The Bard whispered in the back of his mind, giggling out a bizarre stage play of large trees uprooting and plodding their way into town just to axe their way through the human pilars of glass, steal, and concrete. The cartoon images broke through the cold world imagery, one strong swing at a time-
-they reminded him of the trees back home.
The door behind him wheezed open and Rabbit turned quickly to assess the new comer. "Hello Mr. Ó HÍcidhe," The dark skinned stranger spoke with a wisp of a Spanish accent. "I'm Salvador Calverro, I'll be your parole officer here in Khontor."
Rabbit stood quickly, eager to make a good first impression, and offered his hand to the man, "Good working with you, Sal." He slurred in his own, thicker accent.
"Let's hope so." the smirk on the corner of the man's lips was more out of pity than it was out of power- like it had been with the other parole officers before him. Rabbit would take it. He needed this man on his good side if he was going to find his sister. "Please, sit, and I'll look over my listings for today."
Rabbit sat obediently and tried hard not to fidget as Sal moved around to his desk and began typing on his old, bulky computer. The Bard continued laughing in his ear as Sal clicked away on his keyboard, making it hard for Rabbit to concentrate as his parole officer started talking.
"It's a good thing you showed up early, cause on a rainy day like today," Salvador leaned back in his rusted office chair and shook his head, "We never get many jobs."
"But you've got something." Rabbit was firm with his words, leaning forward to split the difference between the cackling spirit and the administrative worker.
Sal nodded slowly, "A mason job down by the pier. It's just till noon, but that will fill your work quota for the day." Rabbit nodded in return as he stood to gather his things. "Corner of Factory and Rennard- it's a construction yard run by Farfara Corp. Give them your work sheet before hand so they can sign your in and out, ok? You hurry now, and you should be able to get there by nine- take the 15 train."
"Yes sir." Rabbit pulled on his beaten up lined coat and flipped the hood up.
"And Mr. Ó HÍcidhe," Sal leaned forward again to call after the hurrying convict, "You stay clean off the magic, right?"
Rabbit looked back to the desk, hand clasped on the door knob. He felt his mentor spirit snicker in tandem with himself. "You can count on me, esé."
The door clicked behind the running man, and Salvador was left staring at it's red metal, trying to shake off the feeling of unease he had gotten from that man's smile.
SHEEP NOIR -- ∞
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Post by Admin Riley on Apr 4, 2015 23:22:28 GMT -5
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