Fergus O’Sullivan (1421)
Fergus O’Sullivan
Member Clan O’Toole, 9th Generation Malkavian Vampire
You remember your childhood fondly. That is till you turned 18 and went hunting with your younger brother, Connall. The next moments will be forever etched into your memory. A fat boar charged and gored your brother to death. It then turned and attacked you. Ripping your stomach open with it’s large tusks, your intestines fell out. You sat there trying to put them back in when a strange man came and ask if he could take your pain away. You said yes.
The gift of madness was passed to you then. You healed and fed on an Englishmen that night. Gone was the sweet boy that wanted to bring dinner home, in his place was a creature that nightly remembers putting his intestines back in his stomach. The creature that remembers the liberating moment when the kiss destroyed any natural resistance to social norms, otherwise known as humanity, freeing you to absorb and explore whatever you wish.
To hide your transformation, you act as the typical drunken Irishman. This isn’t hard to do, you drink at night, gamble at night, sleep through the days to recover from the ‘partying’.
Lately, you have been sneaking into Dublin and setting fire to the food stores of the English. You know that they are responsible for the current Irish famine. If they are hungry, too, then they might work to fix it. Even if it isn’t a direct result of English actions, the Faeries that live under the town of Dublin did it, so they are guilty by association. (Actually, anyone in Dublin is probably guilty to some extent in your mind)
The Clan’s Leader is Donnchad O’Toole. He is a wise man, if a little weak. He has his hands full trying to secure food for the Clan because of the famine that is currently raging across the countryside. You have been contemplating given him the gift of your dark wisdom, but have decided for now, it’s better that the Clan has a good daytime leader. Bressal O’Toole is Donnchad’s best friend, and the Clan’s Champion. Aine O’Toole is Donnchad’s daughter and a witch to boot. She is someone to watch out for. No one in the clan knows she is a witch except you, and she doesn’t realize that you know. Lastly, there is that fat bastard Fiachu McDermot. Fiachu is Donnchad’s uncle, and a lying bastard.
Now to the good part, the leader of the clans, Cormac O’Reilly, has decided to throw a jousting tournament and dance. All the nobles and faeries of the land will be there to discuss various things. You can’t wait to get your first taste of faerie blood. They always come to tournaments like this from under Dublin. Your childe, Cinead Lynch, shall be there with his clan. Also, coming is Seyslid O’Loingsigh, a Welsh “brethren” with several of his freedom fighters. Hopefully, you can work out something with the Welsh to strike a decisive blow against the English.
What is this?
Member Clan O’Toole, 9th Generation Malkavian Vampire
You remember your childhood fondly. That is till you turned 18 and went hunting with your younger brother, Connall. The next moments will be forever etched into your memory. A fat boar charged and gored your brother to death. It then turned and attacked you. Ripping your stomach open with it’s large tusks, your intestines fell out. You sat there trying to put them back in when a strange man came and ask if he could take your pain away. You said yes.
The gift of madness was passed to you then. You healed and fed on an Englishmen that night. Gone was the sweet boy that wanted to bring dinner home, in his place was a creature that nightly remembers putting his intestines back in his stomach. The creature that remembers the liberating moment when the kiss destroyed any natural resistance to social norms, otherwise known as humanity, freeing you to absorb and explore whatever you wish.
To hide your transformation, you act as the typical drunken Irishman. This isn’t hard to do, you drink at night, gamble at night, sleep through the days to recover from the ‘partying’.
Lately, you have been sneaking into Dublin and setting fire to the food stores of the English. You know that they are responsible for the current Irish famine. If they are hungry, too, then they might work to fix it. Even if it isn’t a direct result of English actions, the Faeries that live under the town of Dublin did it, so they are guilty by association. (Actually, anyone in Dublin is probably guilty to some extent in your mind)
The Clan’s Leader is Donnchad O’Toole. He is a wise man, if a little weak. He has his hands full trying to secure food for the Clan because of the famine that is currently raging across the countryside. You have been contemplating given him the gift of your dark wisdom, but have decided for now, it’s better that the Clan has a good daytime leader. Bressal O’Toole is Donnchad’s best friend, and the Clan’s Champion. Aine O’Toole is Donnchad’s daughter and a witch to boot. She is someone to watch out for. No one in the clan knows she is a witch except you, and she doesn’t realize that you know. Lastly, there is that fat bastard Fiachu McDermot. Fiachu is Donnchad’s uncle, and a lying bastard.
Now to the good part, the leader of the clans, Cormac O’Reilly, has decided to throw a jousting tournament and dance. All the nobles and faeries of the land will be there to discuss various things. You can’t wait to get your first taste of faerie blood. They always come to tournaments like this from under Dublin. Your childe, Cinead Lynch, shall be there with his clan. Also, coming is Seyslid O’Loingsigh, a Welsh “brethren” with several of his freedom fighters. Hopefully, you can work out something with the Welsh to strike a decisive blow against the English.
What is this?
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