Full Name: Aislinn McLoughlin
Race: Human - Reborn
True Age: 125
Apparent Age: 18
Powers & Special Abilities: Reader of the Runes
Bloodline (if Vampire): n/a
Empire (if applicable): Roman Empire
Title/Rank (if applicable): n/a
It was the winter of 761 AD and screams echoed through out the halls of Castle
Grey, in the Province of Leinster, Ireland. In a small room, laid a young
servant girl, sweat dripping from her brow as she gave birth to a baby, while
outside the Lord of the Manor prepared to send both the girl and new born baby
away. His well set plans were stopped by the death of the girl but with her last
breath she whispered the name, Aislinn....the name she wished the girl child to
be called.
As he paced about the modest study, his thoughts turned to his wife who had so
wanted to give him an heir and the baby not far away. Would his wife agree to
raise the child as their own?....After all the child was his, something his wife
need not know. It was well into the early morning when he slipped into his
wife's room and presented the idea to her. Once sitting her eyes upon the small
baby with just a touch of small blonde fuzz upon her head, Lady Breanne agreed,
also agreeing to the name of the child, for it meant a dream, one that had
finally came true for the couple. It was the least they could do for the young
girl who lost her life in child birth, she had told her husband.
As the years passed and the child grew it could be seen that she had special
powers for healing. Lord McLoughlin called for the clerics to teach her in the
way of the Runes and of crystals, while also being taught the mixing of potions.
It was an early spring morning when she had gone out riding with her father. One
of the pleasures, they enjoyed together, when suddenly a group of rogues
barreled down upon them. Trying desperately to head back to the keep, she was
cut off by one young man and pulled from her horse. Her screams called attention
to the others and to that of her father who quickly retreated in her direction.
Aislinn fought her captor, raking her fingers along his cheek, as she tried
desperately to free herself from his clutches. She could hear her father's voice
calling her name as horse and rider raced toward her, his sword drawn. She
kicked at the young man, her cloak getting wrapped about her ankles but striking
a few blows before he let her drop from his arms to the hard ground. Scrambling
back, from the approaching riders, she watched in horror as swords were drawn.
Her father fought off the attackers, his sword connecting lethal blows to three
of the seven. By this time the guards at the keep had heard the commotion and
was on their way to aid their Leader. The archers of the keep spotted and let go
arrows from their bows, striking one of the four left.
As her father's horse reared near the young man who had pulled her from her
horse, an arrow from one of the keep's archer's struck the stallion in its
flank. Aislinn screamed as she saw the stallion and her father fall. As quick as
an eye could blink, the young rider was off his horse and standing over her
father, sword drawn high.
That had been almost a year ago. She remembered nothing except her name, Aislinn
McLoughlin, that she has seen eighteen years and she came from the land of
Ireland. Oh, she had a few flashes of things from her past, at least she thought
they were of her past, but other than that she knew nothing about herself. A
reborn advanced human, she was, with a few healing powers that aided her in
paying her own way in this world. Her powers let her come and go between the
evil and good that stalked the earth now.
Hair like sunlight, someone had told her, with eyes the color of sapphires,
lighting or deepen in color with her moods, she carried herself like someone of
that had been well bred, perhaps the child of a Lord and Lady. Though sometimes
nervous when asked to perform her healing if pressured, she seemed to have away
to calm some people.
A medium sized cloth bag to hold her few possessions of clothes and herbs for
teas and other healing potions, at her side are two small deer skinned bags, one
holding her Runes; the other holding the healing crystals.
