And it's true we are immune
When fact is fiction and TV reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die.

PLAYER:
Name/Alias: Kristin
Age: 21
AIM SN/E-mail: winsome wizard / badfairy@gmail.com
Time Zone: EST

CHARACTER:
Name: Fiona Brígh O’Donnell

Age: 24

D.O.B.: December 9th, 1985

Place of Birth: Obsidian City

Physical Description:

When you look at Fiona, it’s nearly impossible to miss all the telltale signs of her ethnicity. Gorgeous and fiery locks fall in a gently wave against her shoulders, ending at the middle of her back, with fair, porcelain-like skin and big blue eyes with emerald specks that are brought more into focus depending on what she’s wearing. Her full lips are usually tilted up into a playful, coy, or mocking little smirk, and those expressive eyebrows leave little to the imagination when it comes to how she’s feeling – in other words, just one look at Fiona and you can tell what kind of mood she’s in, even if she’s trying her damndest to act cordial to someone who’s severely pissing her off.

It isn’t easy for the Irish to control their tempers, you know.

Below a pretty face which is hardly adorned with any makeup at all (she doesn’t see the point in spending so much time in front of a mirror in the mornings, so a quick run of a mascara brush through light lashes and a swipe of lip-gloss is usually as far as her makeup regiment goes) is a fairly short, curvy frame. Fiona is hardly built like a stick-figure, and likes to think that she looks like a ‘real person’ when comparing herself to some of the sickeningly skinny women who strut into O’Donell and Sons. Maybe she’s a little jealous, because they get so much attention from the drunk patrons she serves, but she’ll never admit to that. Ever.

She has some meat on her bones, but she seems to be pretty comfortable in her own skin…for the most part. It really all depends on who she’s around, or where she is. When she’s at the bar, she doesn’t really care, but when she’s around someone she’s interested in, she’s very well aware of all her imperfections, even though they probably go unnoticed by anyone who isn’t her.

Personality:

To be completely honest, Fiona isn't always the easiest person to get along with. She's very wary about people, but not enough to be considered paranoid - she just isn't very trusting. There are only a few people in the world who she could honestly say she could trust her life with, and among the short list are her father, her brother, her grandmother, and her best friend.

So, don't take it personally if she doesn't seem completely interested in what you're saying, if she doesn't know you. If she does know you, than there's probably a good reason why she's ignoring you.

While the girl has the temperament of raging bull at times, she does have her softer sides. This side usually comes out when she's around family, or when she's around the people she considers friends - whenever she's comfortable. Most of the time, her dialogues consist of sarcastic quips, or some sort of snarky come back, but when it actually counts, she's a reliable shoulder to lean on, and a wonderful confidante.

Sexuality: Heterosexual

History:

Fiona Brígh was born into an already established family of two parents, Carrick and Bríghet, and an older brother, Connor. She would turn out to be the last child the couple would ever have, and they loved their baby girl dearly. Carrick, especially, who always found some new reason to part away from his work, just to scoop up his ‘little angel’ in his arms and cradle her until he fell asleep. Little did she know, most of the time when Daddy’s work was interrupted for her sake, her loving father had just sent a man out to slice the throat of another, or make a piece of metal crack through skull and bone with the pull of a trigger. No, he kept his hands clean, and occupied them with his bundle of joy while other people did his dirty work.

But that isn’t to say Carrick didn’t do enough of that on his own. As Fiona began to grow up, she began to ask her parents, and even her brother, a lot of questions about the people who she would always see talking to her Dad whenever they went out to dinner, if they ever got to go out to dinner (something else she questioned, a lot), but never got any real answers. They just said ‘you’ll understand when you’re older’, while Connor just looked at her with a shrug before going back to whatever it was he was doing.

Both children were confused about how different their lifestyles seemed in comparison to others their own age. They didn’t know why they weren’t supposed to be talking to certain people whenever they were out and about, and they didn’t know why they would be able to get things from stores without ever having to pay for anything, only to watch the next kid try to do the same and fail miserably.

Years passed by, and as she got older, and wiser, she also grew more aware of just what she had been born into. It was difficult for her to stay completely naïve to the ongoing activities that took place in their home, and there was a time when she had snuck upstairs to eavesdrop on a conversation her Dad was having with another man, only to be grabbed away by Connor, who was 15 at the time, and lead back down into the kitchen, where she was supposed to be eating breakfast. She had so many questions for him: questions such as ‘why did that man call Dad a ‘Fox’?’, ‘what does Dad want him to take care of?’, ‘who is that man?’ – all to which the young teenager had no answers. Or, if he did, he wasn’t about to tell his kid sister the truth.

For a while, she resented him for that…and did so even more when she started middle school, and the students in her class squirmed uncomfortably once they found out her name was Fiona O’Donnell. She sat in the back of all her classes, keeping to herself, angry at these ignorant little snots for acting like she was plagued or something. It wasn’t until one day, when she was 13, she got into a fight with a girl at school who dropped quite a bomb and everything came crashing down around her: ‘Do you know why everyone hates you, Fiona? Because your Dad is a scumbag - he’s a bad, bad man – a gangster, and I’m sure he’s gonna kill you one day and do the world a favor! One less scumbag in this world.’

This not only got Fiona suspended for about a month, since her fist had gripped at the girl’s hair to send her crashing into the locker, but then proceeded to continue introducing her fist to the girl’s face until she was nearly unrecognizable. No one stopped it…they were all too scared that Fiona would start on them next. The gym teacher had to pull the lanky teenager off of the other girl, the redhead still trying to grab for the bitch who had insulted her family in such a way. She didn’t want to admit it, but what she had said…it had definitely gotten to her. A gangster? Her Dad?

Looking back and taking in all the factors, it made perfect sense. Why hadn’t she been able to figure it out earlier? Whatever the reasons were, she made a point of marching right up to her Father’s office, announcing quite abruptly that she knew…that she knew everything. An exaggeration, to say the least, but she wanted him to know that she finally understood what he was, and what he did…and she wished, for her own sake, that she had continued living in ignorant bliss, thinking her Dad was just a business man, and not the ring leader for the Irish mob.

Talk about shell shock.

Years came and went, and while many things changed in her life over those years, one thing remained consistent – her one and only true friend, Jochen Keller. The first time the two had officially met, he had seen her sitting by herself at a lunch table, and took a seat to join her, only to be gawked at by the entire student body – this was about a month after she had returned to school after her suspension had ended. When she asked why he was sitting there, he just smiled at her and said she looked lonely, and how he had seen her sitting there by herself for quite sometime. She asked if he knew what had happened, he said yes, and she couldn’t help but snort at him before going back to working on her Math homework…but she didn’t send him away. From that point forward, Joch continued to sit with her every day at lunch, all the way from that day in middle school all the way through high school.

After graduation, Fiona started attending University, though she had absolutely no idea what she wanted to do with her life. She stayed there for about 3 years, already having earned an associates degree in Liberal Arts before she dropped out entirely. She was 21, now, and asked her father if she could take a job behind the bar (O’Donnell and Sons). She convinced him that she had been around the bar long enough, knew just about everyone who walked in there, and made a better drink than just about any tender in the City. He agreed, a little reluctantly because of the sorts of characters who hung around those parts, but before long she was situated behind the bar, and started her official training to become a bartender.

At 23 years old, Fiona took all the money she had saved up over the years, and rented an apartment with an old family friend in November – Gina. She thought things were going to work out amazing, until Gina bailed on her about a month later, the second her boyfriend asked her to move to California with him. Fiona was, to say the least, pissed. It was right before Christmas, and now she had an entire apartment to pay for by herself, which she can’t really afford without anyone helping out with the rent. She refused to go to her father to ask for money, so she put out a wanted add to look for a new roommate. So far, she hasn’t had any luck…and is really starting to wonder if maybe she should ask her father if there’s anything more she can do for him and the ‘family’, since she can’t be certain the person who reads her ad in the paper wouldn’t be just as much of a danger to her as anyone she’d be dealing with if she had a small part in what her father, and her brother did for a living.

Whether or not she’ll go through with asking The Fox, or even Connor about such a thing, she isn’t sure… For now, she’s just trying to figure out where she’s going with her life, since she sure as hell doesn’t want to be nothing more than just a bartender her entire life.

That’d be a little too pathetic, for her taste.


Special Skills/Abilities:
Drink slinging: When Fiona is behind the bar, you can be sure that she'll be able to make you whatever you ask for, and she'll be able to make it well. If you ask for something lame like a 'bay breeze', she'll probably just cock a brow at you, roll her eyes, and then get to mixing. She just has to remember she's getting paid for it.

Personal Weaknesses:
Temper: The girl really can't help herself, sometimes. She has a hard time masking annoyance, and if she's angry about something, it's obvious. It takes a lot to get her riled up to the point where she has to walk away, just so she doesn't wind up leaping across the bar to knock someone's teeth down their throat.

Daddy's Little Girl: If someone really wanted to get on Carrick O'Donnell's bad side, all they would have to do is try to go after Fiona. It works the other way though, where whenever Carrick is in any sort of danger, Fiona will go to any means necessary in order to make sure nothing happens to her Dad. Or, she'll try...

Handling/dealing with stress: Fiona doesn't have any delusions about being level-headed when things get really rough. She wouldn't ever consider herself an alcoholic, nor would she fit the description since she doesn't drink that often (unless someone buys her a beer, or a shot), but she usually gets completely sloshed when things get to be too much for her to handle. She holds her liquor well, but she's been known to get black-out hammered in times of turmoil.

Zemmiphobia: Fear of rats. Short and simple: she hates the dirty little bastards.

Personal Strengths:
Holding her liquor: Fiona has never, ever been 'that girl' at the party. Actually, no matter how drunk the girl gets, she's usually the one laughing in the corner at 'that girl'. She isn't a giggling drunk, unless she's around those who really know how to make her laugh, but more of the 'mess with me and I will knock you out' variety - in other words, she's very much like her older brother, Connor, while she's intoxicated.

Picking locks/pockets: While Fi doesn't like to involve herself with her father's work, she's learned a few skills over the years, and lock picking and pickpocketing is on the list. The girl can probably break into any vehicle or home in a matter of seconds...not that she ever does, but should she ever need to, she definitely can. She's also able to break out of a set of handcuffs - something her brother felt was imperative that she learn, "just in case". You also better watch where you put your wallet if you're walking past her on the street, cause her 'accidental bump' technique is practically an art form, as well as the the 'subtle graze of shoulders' in order to reach into your jacket or your back pocket and retrieve what she's looking for.

Poker: If you ever try to play cards with Fiona, be prepared to lose a lot of cash. She knows how to read the table, and it's hard to tell when she's bluffing. The only people she ever really loses to are Connor or her father, because they know her all too well.

Likes: thunderstorms, rain, beer, red wine, peanut butter, scrambled eggs with toast, horse races, poker, the scent of sunscreen

Dislikes: boxing, dancing, dressing up, taking the time to do her makeup, being sunburned, the texture of aloe

Family:
Carrick O’Donnell - Father
Bríghet O’Donnell - Mother
Connor O’Donnell - Brother [irish_ass]
Nana Riley - Adopted Grandmother [nana_riley]
Mary-Paige Ashmore - Cousin [stonecolddrunk]
Nuala Hayes - Second Cousin [miss_nuala]

Profession: Bartender at O'Donnell and Sons

Living Conditions: Owns a nice, two bedroom apartment in the Emerald District – she’s looking for a new roommate to share the rent with, since she pays for the apartment on her own.

Affiliation: The Irish

Preferred PB: Lauren Ambrose

ETC: Best friends with Jochen Keller [das_lustige]

Character Journal Name: irishbarmaid

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