MORAN, RORY EMILIA

[rory]

* rory e. moran ,

* start with basics ,
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]

FULL NAME Aurora Emilia Moran

NICKNAMES Rory

DATE OF BIRTH August, 4.

AGE Sixteen

GRADE/YEAR Eleventh Grade

ELEMENT Earth

SEXUALITY Homo-romantic asexual

MARITAL STATUS Single

* into the mirror ,
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]

CELEBRITY CLAIM Karen Gillan

EYE COLOUR Brown

HAIR COLOUR Red

HEIGHT & WEIGHT 5 ft. 6 inches (167 cm), 122 lbs (55 kg)

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES One of the most distinguishing (as well as difficult to spot) of Rory's features is on the soles of her feet. Her feet are badly scarred, a relic from a particularly severe third degree burn that happened in her childhood. Some of this scarring (although not as severe as on her feet) extends up her right leg and to the back of her knee. She is very careful about hiding these scars underneath tights or trousers.

CLOTHING STYLE
Rory isn't too particular about clothes. She likes to wear whatever is comfortable. Having been raised in a conservative household, and growing up in a rather poor area, she does well to keep herself covered. Rory will hardly ever be seen wearing a short skirt without tights or leggings underneath. She never pays too much attention to fashion and its standards, which is why quite often the colours she chooses to wear clash horribly with her hair. It would be unlike her to worry about it too much.
One thing that she is rather finicky about, is the covering of her right leg and feet. Few people have ever seen the scars; and that's one secret she is likely to keep.

* deeper than skin ,
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]

POSITIVE TRAITS

• Confident
  
• Lively
  
• Funny
  
• Friendly
  
• Loyal
  
• Enthusiastic
  
• Cheerful
  

NEGATIVE TRAITS

• Clumsy
  
• Reckless
  
• Defiant
  
• Lonely
  
• Lazy
  
• Gullible
  
• Indecisive
  

LIKES

• Nature
  
• Her family and friends
  
• Loyalty
  
• Strawberries
  
• Girls
  
• Literature
  
• Earth
  

DISLIKES

• Fire
  
• Bullies
  
• Disloyalty/traitors
  
• Ignorance
  
• Homework
  
• Aggression
  
• Being poor
  

STRENGTHS

• Loyal to the core
  
• Optimism
  
• Gardening
  
• Dry wit
  
• Bravery (street smart)
  
• Writing/poetry
  

WEAKNESSES

• Speed ('run as if your life depends on it!' yeah, then Rory would be dead)
  
• Gracefulness
  
• Jumps to conclusions fast
  
• Dancing
  
• Love. Relationships.
  
• Keeping up with deadlines
  

FEARS

• Fire. Fire. Fire.
  
• Snakes
  
• Falling in love
  

BEST MEMORY
One of Rory's best and most fond memories is from the time when her family finally moved into their new house (albeit a small one) in Maple Hollow. For the first time in her life, she felt that she was able to call a place 'home' and feel completely safe in it. The big family dinner, complete with shepherd's pie and treacle pudding, in which everything was harmonious. Rory was eleven at the time.

WORST MEMORY
Rory's worst memory happened when she was nine. Her school at the time was in a rough neighborhood that reeked of impoverishment. The local children were all street smart - or faked their street smartness - and knew how to wield a knife and how to use vulgarity to scare the other children. Rory got into a few 'fights', or rather arguments, with a couple of boys older than her. Three of them caught her after school one day. They dragged her into an alley and held her down while the other burned her feet. They got up to her right leg, when a policeman rounded the corner and scared off the bullies. To this day she has a fear of fire, and thus, is afraid of fire (and to an extent, Thunder) Elementals.

LONG-TERM GOAL
Rory lived all of her life in poverty. Although things did get a lot better upon moving to Canada, her old scars will not fade (both physically and emotionally) and she feels that none of the hardships she and her family had to go through would have happened if only they had money. Her goal in life is to get a stable job with good money and be able to move her family out of the poor district and into one which is not as risky. Her one problem is that although she is smart, per se; she is rather lazy in her school studies and indecisive in terms of what she wants to be.

* past reflections ,
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]

MOTHER Julie Siobhan Moran (née Lynch) (42), Housewife. (Earth)

FATHER Aidan Liam Moran (46), Construction worker. (Water)

SIBLINGS
Kieran Tristan Moran (18), student. (Water)
Aisling Fallon Moran (14), student. (Water)

OTHER None of importance. (Unless you count Riley, the family basset hound)

HISTORY

Rory is the second-born child to the Moran family. She was born in Belfast, the largest city and capital of Northern Ireland. Her parents were already struggling in trying to scrape together the living expenses necessary to care for their first child. The arrival of Aurora was met with a decided lack of enthusiasm. It wasn't as if Julie Lynch (Rory's mum) had not been warned by her own parents. They told her that Aidan Moran was a worthless boy, with his head in the clouds, who came from a family with a measly background. Aidan and Julie met in school. For Elementals across the world, sending their children to school was expensive. While tuition at the Academy of the Elements is free (at least for high school), there was still the issue with the distance.

One could either scrape up enough dough to send their children to British Columbia for education, or you would just have to live with the fact that your children would never learn how to properly control their powers. The amount of Elementals in Ireland and Great Britain was slight. Both the Lynch family and the Moran family lacked finances to send Aidan and Julie to highschool and college in British Columbia. But since many of their Elemental friends were in the same boat, this was not seen as too much of a concern.

Julie Lynch's family was in no way wealthy. But they had a small amount of money and therefore considered themselves above the likes of the Moran's. But nothing Julie's parents said to her was able to deter her from her final choice. She married Aidan and was promptly disowned. A couple years later and she would realise the mistake she had made. But being tied down by two children, and with a third one on the way; there was no going back.

Rory did not lead an altogether miserable childhood. She had many friends, had a fiercely protective brother and a loving family (for the most part). Her father, a weekend-alcoholic, would sometimes let out his anger and frustration on his family, but stopped once Kieran got old enough to become a potential threat.
Times in Northern Ireland were growing dire. The Troubles did not make things easier. There was the constant fighting between Catholics and Protestants and then the miserably vast expanse of poverty. The Moran's lived in one of the poorest parts of Belfast, up until Rory was ten years old.

The neighbourhood was miserably run-down. An eyesore for the well-off and the harsh reality for the rest. It stood for everything the government lacked, it was a blemish in the midst of Belfast. But most preferred to turn the other way. Obviously it was no one's responsibility, except to clean the muck from the streets every once in a while. Rory learned fast that if you wanted to be anything, you had to have a smart mouth and weren't allowed to be squeamish. Her sister Aisling, two years younger than she was, and by far more fragile, had a harder time. This resulted in Aisling getting beat up by the other children if Rory or Kieran weren't there fast enough to help her. It wasn't a nice place to grow up in.

It was only when Kieran turned twelve that the family realised just how dire their situation really was. His powers would start showing soon and both Aidan and Julie knew how it felt not to be able to use their powers to the full advantage. They did not want their children to suffer the same fate. They were also beginning to fear that Kieran would fall onto the wrong track (drug dealing, or worse) and they wanted to spare themselves that particular heartbreak. They left Northern Ireland for Canada in that same year, aboard a ship transporting many Northern Irish and Irish hopefuls. They were altogether hoping for a better life (you would hear say in pubs how very grand America and Canada were in terms of wealth and job prospects). Full of newfound determination, Aidan Moran got himself a job as a construction worker in Maple Hollow. They were able to afford a small family home in a working class neighbourhood of Maple Hollow.

Things did get slightly better. They still lived in a rather poor area, although Rory and her family think that it is far better than her old house and neighbourhood ever was. They even have a chance at proper school now. Her brother, Kieran, was the first to go to the academy. He reveled in the environment, and made proper friends from different income classes (which was the first time that any of the Moran children felt the drawbacks of poverty) and soon Rory began looking forward to the day when she could finally go as well.

Rory's been at the academy for a few wonderful years now. She is still self-conscious about hiding the scars from her past, and she will hardly ever speak about her living situation. Rory hates to admit it, but she is ashamed of her family home, even in Maple Hollow. She has thus far managed to evade bringing a friend home over the holidays because she is afraid of what people may say.

* puppet on a string ,
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]

YOUR NAME Noel (:

YOUR AGE 19

RP EXPERIENCE 5 years

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RP SAMPLE

from a Lord of the Rings roleplay:

It was real. He was back. He had never left.

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The coppery tang of blood - of death - filled the air, accompanied by the cries and shouts of pain, as humans and Uruk alike were felled by swords, arrows and spears, succumbing to death’s smothering embrace. One would think that as a warrior he had grown used to the suddenness and disturbing finality of it. But he hadn’t. Mortality still horrified him. That there was an end to consciousness was terrifying. The air was thick with death and the agonized screams of the dying was all around; all was in chaos. But he had no eyes for the dozens of arrows that flew over his head, managing to dodge their skewering heads nonetheless, while he tried to desperately seek for the faces he held dear. It was impossible. He had lost sight of his brother and of Estel almost immediately. He had managed to keep a close watch on Halbarad for a while but then he too had disappeared. He felt a presence and almost gracefully he spun around, thrusting his sword into the socket of an enemy in the same fluent move.

When he finally found him, he saw the standard first, only then seeing the man who had carried it. “No…” It was merely a whisper and even then it was swallowed by the sounds of battle. He staggered almost blindly, finally breaking into a run, and then tripping over a deceased body (he did not look; nor did he care about its race). He lay sprawled on the blood-drenched field by his lover’s side. Only that Halbarad was dead. His eyes open, glazed and unseeing. He surged forwards, kneeling at his side, reaching out with trembling hands for the face that had once been so alive and was now caked in dried blood. Blood still trickled from the corner of his mouth. He was not aware that he was crying until a tear fell on Halbarad’s still, lifeless face. “Eru, no. Please, please…” he dissolved in tears, furiously touching Halbarad’s face and stroking his hair as though this would somehow make him alive again. “I’m sorry. I love you. I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

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When Elladan woke he was still crying. He was filled with sadness and pain and anger. It was his fault. He had sworn to protect him and he had failed. He was exhausted of the dreams, the nightmares that forced him to feel that same terror and pain of loss again and again and again. With a furious growl that masked a sob, he knocked over a vase. He flung it across the room, where it shattered against the opposite wall. It did not help. But for now, he felt that it did. He wanted to break something. He wanted something else to feel as broken as he did, even if it was just a vase. He stood and began to meticulously destroy any object that dared stand in his way. He sent a figurine flying at the window, which it promptly broke through with a resounding crash. Then a candlestick, a plate with golden finishings and a plant. He promptly emptied his bookcase of its various objects, watching as they scattered haphazardly on the floor. With an angry shout, he shoved the contents from his desk, where they continued to roll until another object barred their path. Then he punched a mirror.

But it did not help. It served the illusion for but a moment, while his mind was still clouded from grief and cold fury.

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