Post by brighid on Jun 11, 2009 13:46:38 GMT -5
My name is
Brighid Bàn’maighdean
That’s pronounced : BREEgh ban-MAH-deen
Brighid will do just fine.
I am a woman, as the goddess who shares my name is, too, and I am indefinitely attracted to males.
But not a goddess, I am only Human…
Concerning my Abilities,
I am merely a human, and thus I have no supernatural powers. However, my abilities lie within my spirituality and my optimism. We humans are blessed by the Goddess and it is to she that I thank for my life every day… Yet there is still the fear that drives me which lingers within the dark caverns of my mind. I have learned to clear my mind in situations which would attempt to drive me otherwise; and so although my heart may beat fiercely against my bosom, my mind can remain clear, separate from the chaotic nature of my soul. Thus, I can never fail to remain optimistic, for I am in control.
I am still young, at the early age of 23; I naturally reach a height of 183 centimeters (that’s without the heels), and I weigh about 50 kilos. At such a weight, it may be a wonder that the winds do not carry me away…
My muse calls to the ARTIST within, and it is with such an occupation that I view and carry my life.
The Weapon
a small, plain knife; the hilt is made of plain, smooth steel with an inlaid with the light blue stone, angelite, wreathed in gold. Perhaps the stone will call to it the powers of the heavens…
Accessorise—
With me, I always keep an amulet of a large, smooth, tear shaped crysacola stone; the stone has the spiral symbol on it; yet another one of the trinkets which I believe will protect me from the dangers of the world. It is framed in gold and hangs on neck in a strong, gold chain. The chain is long, and the stone rests at me naval in a fashionly manner. Besides the amulet, I prefer to go unadorned.
I carry with me a somewhat large clutch of a deep, eggplant-violet hue; the fabric is satin: simple, yet beautiful. Within are the items which are necessary to sustain me throughout. Such items may be lipstick, eyeliner and shadow, and powder; a Samsung S5600, a mirror.
That which is most precious to me is my cat, Apple. She’s a calico of a dark variety with deep browns dominating her coat, reds, whites, and blacks strewn about. Her tail is short, severed from and early adventure in life, and her eyes, like mine, are green.
How do I look?
Brighid is of a slight build, and she has light skin. Her cheek bones are high, defined. She has soft, petal pink lips and a proportioned nose. Her eyes are a cool, sage green which are reminiscent of the milky green tea she enjoys to drink on cool days. Her hair is a rich shade of auburn, having natural golden, red, and dark brown highlights in them which are only apparent when the light catches them. She wears her hair down, so that her slight waves may play with her sligh form, and make her appear longer. Her breasts are small, modest, but are proportioned.
Her face holds the expression of innocence, and her eyes usually hold an air of peace. Her appearance speaks for her simple, quiet nature, which is accentuated only by her plain brushing of make-up. With natural shades and light tones she uses, it almost seems to be her naturally given lustre which people see. She neither stands out nor is lost in a crowd, and nothing of her appearance would betray her lest one be seeking her out specifically.
Although lithe, she has curves which would sway any man. She covers her form with plain garb, although such similicity is not without its elegance. She chooses clothes which flatter her form most; tops which reveal the skin upon her shoulders are her favorite. Dark wash pants and jeans are among the things she wears most often, although she will occasionally be seen in a skirt or dress. Brighid’s flirty form is toned, as she makes sure that what she eats and what she does is best for what she needs. Although human, she is not without the grace of a gazelle; such a metaphor may be appropriate, for while although the gazelle holds grace and peace within its being, it also holds deep within it the darkness of fear which follows any prey.
Her only flaw is the great scar which runs from the right side of her neck to the left end of her hip. It is an old scar, but still noticeably present. Brighid cannot remember where she had obtained such a scar, which to her is more disturbing than the scar itself; thus, she tends to ignore that it’s there, and will even wear blouses with an open back. Perhaps it is that she tries to persuade herself that she cares not for the great disfiguring attribute, and perhaps it is that she really does not care that it is there.
Who Am I?
Brighid is a quiet young woman, only speaking when she feels it is appropriate. She has few words, but when she does speak it allows for others to see more deeply into the makings of her being, drawn but a calm alto that is reminiscent of the flowing notes of a silver flute. She does not allow herself to be out of control of a situation, although she realizes that such a thing cannot be absolute. This is why she speaks only when she sees it appropriate, for she does not want to say something that will cause her to lose control. Perhaps it is a fear of being embarrassed… perhaps not.
Her taciturn nature reveals her timidity, and although she may have a pretty face, she does not throw herself into the paths of those around her. She does not seek to please others; Brighid gave that up a long time ago when her quiet personalty prevented her to fully enjoy the boisterous atmosphere of a common party. She keeps to herself, therefore, going about her daily life on her own, speaking to no one—she hardly has the luxury of friends.
She engrosses herself in her artwork, always inspired by the broken world around her. She is a bit of a romanticist, like the poet Mary Oliver; her works, although about the industrial city world in which she lives, reveals the desire to return to nature and to become one with it. She has the grapheme synesthesia, and so perceives the world through color and the personification of ideas. This is the root of her inspiration, for to her, the world is rich and alive. She uses these ideas to paint intricate abstractions which tell her stories through color. Perhaps in her art she speeks more than she does through her vocal chords.
She will sit in silence often, her eyes searching the air, seeing unseen things. Even she does not know what she searches for, but she meditates on a variety of topics and concerns, analyzing the crap out of it until she can think no more. Perhaps one such concern is becoming one of those people she has heard of disappearing randomly in the night, never to return…
No one has really known who Brighid Bàn’maighdean is, and perhaps no one ever will. She is just that quiet young woman who is seen taking long walks through the city only to return to her sad apartment and remain there for days until the time comes when she will need to replenish her stock and put down her brush.
Characteristics
Appealing:
Optimistic
Independent
Open
Speaks only when necessary
A unique outlook on life
Appalling:
Inability to join in the fun
Speaks only when necessary
Has only herself, no friends
Can fail to see the darkness
Too open
What do I like?
Music
Green Tea (with milk)
Bread
Rainy nights
The full moon (ironic, perhaps)
Flowers
Looking nice for no one
Strawberries
Sleeping in
I don’t like…
Loud environments
Industrialization
Being out of control
Violence
A mess
Being cold
Fears…
Pain
Rejectoin
Bugs of all kinds
Thunder
Destruction of Life
My Strengths
Ability to clear mind
Having control in a situation through silence
Being able to see the light in the dark
Being able to move silently, even with heels
Open to others and besides being quiet, friendly
Can be swift and agile when necessary
The Weaknesses
inability to fully interact with others
constant fear and paranoia of a loss of control
Being too open to others
Inability to fight off anyone possessing strength
Human restrictions
Inability to withstand pain
