IRELAND; Rionach O'Keeffe

RIONACH (IRELAND) O‘KEEFFE


"Ireland is rich in literature that understands a
soul's yearnings, and dancing that understands a happy
heart."~~By Margaret Jackson.~~

I Feel Like We're Summoning The Devil

[/color]:[/b] Rionach Aednat O’Keefe
Nickname/Alias: Rio, Little Fire, Red
Gender: Female
Character Type: Country
Country or Country of Origin: Ireland
Canon or Original: Original
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When I look into all of your stupid faces

I think how fun it will be to pound them into dust

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Hair: Red
Height and Weight: 5’2 ;; 135
Other Distinguishing Features: Freckles

Overall Appearance:

Rio stands at five feet two inches tall - or short for that matter - and after all, even this much is commendable since she is the land of the little people. Her flame red hair reflects both the fiery spirit of her people, as well as their typical ginger locks. Her skin is a fair pink with a sprinkling of freckles on her shoulders and across the bridge of her button nose, showing the inherited ruddy and easily bespeckled complexions of the Irish natives and their descendants.

Her favorite color is green and she likes to show it in her everyday dress from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. To start, there’s a cloth hat with a star pinned to it that shows the colors of the beloved motherland. It matches the sleeveless togged vest trimmed in gold - isn’t there always some at the end of every rainbow? - over a puffy sleeved white blouse. She wears a simple skirt of green, it too with hems of golden silk, and a slit up the side to allow for the free movement of her ever dancing, leaping, running feet which usually have green flats slung on for comfort and ease in her travels.


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Man up or I'll beat you with my peace prize!

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• Hearty Meals
  
• Her pet pig,Breakfast
  
• The color green
  
• hearts, stars, and horseshoes, clovers and the moon, pots of gold and rainbows, and a red balloon!
  
• Charm bracelets
  
• Leprechauns
  
• Babies
  
• Reading
  
• Horses
  
• Kittens
  
• Puppies
  
• Goldfish
  
• Sheep
  
• Piggies
  
• Independence
  
• Her brother, Wales
  
• Gemstones
  
• Jewelry
  
• A nice breeze
  
• Guinness
  
• Dragons
  
• Fairy Tales
  
• Acting Childish
  
• Pouting
  
• Getting her way
  

Dislikes:

• Famine
  
• Death
  
• A crying child
  
• Not being able to help someone in need
  
• Green vejjibuls (even though they are greeeeeen)
  
• A warm pillow
  
• Poor irrigation
  
• Storms
  
• Bullies
  
• Most of her siblings and their extended family
  
• Itchy clothes
  
• Poverty
  
• War
  
• Fires
  
• Sadness
  
  

Strengths:

• Brave
  
• Stubborn
  
• Independent
  

Weaknesses:

• Easily offended/hurt
  
• Childish
  
• Her people
  

Fears:

• Financial Ruin
  
• Famine
  

Secrets: Doesn’t really like potatoes. It’s just all she knows how to grow.
Any Quirks/Habits: Takes to dancing randomly, with accompanied singing. Especially in pubs.

Overall Personality:

CHILDLIKE Rio can be described as childlike - and by her brothers as childish - because of just how stubborn she is when it comes to doing things the way she thinks they should be done. She has a certain naivety when it comes to the rest of the world and politics. All she knows is how things were when everything was magical and tradition and lore and independence. When being Irish meant something. She still believes in fairy tales and all that that implies, and wishes the rest of the world would too. It’s hard not to believe in the winged folk and the little people when you live in a place as beautiful and fantastic as Ireland. She still delights in the tales of yore, of kings married to bevies of fairy queens and children magicked into imps and monsters.

SELF-RELIANT Since nearly everyone has fallen to modern times and their conveniences she believes it is up to her to secure the traditions and majesty of her people and the land they love. She tries to keep the grasses greener and the skies bluer and the seas capped with perfect white crests, to keep the magic of the land alive in the inhabitants, as well as keeping pride in their hearts for the place they hold so dear.

Critical She’s known to be opinionated - it comes with the territory…and the hair. Her childish state of mind doesn’t know how to process when “saying what’s on your mind” is appropriate and when you should hold your tongue. Whether it’s being brutally honest about a Kindergartner’s piss-poor finger painting, or in the presence of other World Leaders during high tension negotiations. Her brothers usually locked her in the linen closet to keep her from messing anything up, when she was still under their thumbs.

Independent Like any kid she craves responsibility without any real knowledge of what that means. The only difference is, as one of the eldest in the family she has proven everyone wrong in their doubts by being able to stand on her own two feet for God & Country.


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I'm the hero!

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You've got it backwards! Backwards!

Hurry up and throw it! If you don't hurry up and throw it, you'll go "boom"!

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WE'LL HIT SOUTH BROADWAY IN A MATTER OF MINUTES & LIKE A BAD MOVIE I'LL

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DROP A LINE FALL IN THE GRAVE I'VE BEEN DIGGING MYSELF BUT THERE'S ROOM FOR TWO[/font]
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[/b] Autumn replied, blushing as she shut the laptop, shoving the computer and her other materials into her oversized blue bag. She stood abruptly and saluted quickly to her superior before exiting the room behind her classmates. There are so many… she thought to herself as she exited the room, eyeing the others. How in the hell am I supposed to go up against them for one of two spots? the thought continued. She managed to fight her way through the crowd and reach the warm sunshine of San Francisco outside. Since the big shift over to ‘GREEN’ over a century ago, it was one of the cleanest cities in the world. The air was fresh, and she breathed it in deep. It was one of the rare times she was glad to be out of the must of the classrooms. If things went as planned, it would be the last time for quite some time that she’d be able to experience Terran weather.

She sighed contentedly, but the moment of inner peace was short-lived as her stomach rumbled in protest at its current state of emptiness. She patted her growling tummy absentmindedly, reverting as she often did to a younger state of mind when moods such as this strike her. Being half Betazoid her body resembled that of an ten or eleven year old because it had yet to catch up with her human age, and sometimes her mind followed suit. Autumn pouted a bit as she checked her watch. Still a bit early for lunch, but she was starving from skipping breakfast and hoped the Caf was serving already.

Autumn meandered across the quad, avoiding several games of frisbee and football with her eye on the prize - those gleaming doors up ahead. In the cafeteria, seats were dispersed amongst the tables in various colors - red, gold, blue, light blue, and grey. This was to encourage the different groups to mingle and work together in every aspect of their day - even if it was jsut conversing during their lunch hour. Autumn spotted an empty grey seat nearby and plopped her bag down in it before scurrying up to get a burger and cheese fries. She opted for a can of orange soda - it was her favorite - over water or milk. A curvier girl eyed her loaded tray and svelte body with envy and Autumn did the same in return. She hated being mistaken for a child because she had next to no curves on her pixie frame, and over ate like this in an attempt to gain a little weight. She'd hit that age a couple years ago where she really cared what members of the opposite sex thought of her. But it seemed she was invisible to them, let alone thought of.

So here she was, with her heart attack on a paper plate sitting by herself in the nearly deserted lunch room, hoping for some company and wondering to herself if she would ever make any friends. The one person she considered to be her friend was Lakra, her roomie and fellow cadet. Other than that virtually everyone was an acquaintance. Except for that dreamy pilot who liked jazz and showtunes who she hadn't seen around since last semester when he came in for therapy - Zeno. Autumn forked a couple fries into her mouth and kept her eyes on the table, lost in the memory of the smile she had charmed out of him and the way his eyes had lit up when Sinatra began to play over the stereo system in her office.
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[/b][/SIZE]NOTES[/color][/font] None?! [/color]
\TAGGED[/color][/font] I guess this is open to whoever, but I'd especially like to see Lakra and Zeno up in here =D ! [/color]
/WORDS[/color][/font] 834 ! [/color]
\LOCATION[/color][/font] Starfleet Academy Cafeteria ! [/color]
/OUTFIT[/color][/font] Red Cadet Uniform ! [/color]
\BANNER[/color][/font] myself ! [/color]
/LYRICS[/color][/font] all time low ! [/color]
\CREDIT[/color][/font] leena at caution ! [/color]
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I Summon thee from far away lands, come forth!

You called?

[/color]:[/b] Mikki
Timezone: EST

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