Post by Radha Forsythe on Jun 14, 2006 18:05:53 GMT -5
Radha Forsythe
Age: 30
Height: 5’ 10”
Weight: 120
Eye color: Blue
Hair color: Red
Nationality: Irish
Race: Human (awakened elf)
Profession: Jewelry Design
Radha has lived in the town of Lough Derg all of her natural life and is known by the locals as pixie or sprite. The cute nickname bestowed upon her as a child, as she was often seen running the streets, playing in the fields, and dancing wildly amongst the wildflowers with a set of fairy wings tied onto her back. To say that she was obsessed as a child would be putting it mildly, as she decorated her room with fairies, taped wings to the backs of her dolls, and poured her little heart into any book that had the mythical creatures within them.
When she became too old for dolls, she poured her heart into research. Thoroughly saturating herself in Irish folklore of the Tuatha de Dannan, of the Sidhe, of Cu Chulainn, of Finn MaCool and of Tir na Nog. She sketched pictures, read and then reread A Midsummer Night’s Dream, fell in love with the Lord of the Rings and the Silmarillion, and had been known to roll a dice or two with the Dungeon and Dragons kids.
It wasn’t until about ten years ago that she began picking up Faery Wicca books that the locals began to really look at our young Radha. Whispers would begin to float through the town of the young girl’s involvement in witchcraft, causing some to walk the other way when passing in the streets. None of this bothered her. It was a small town, and like most small places people were apt to talk and believe what they believe to a fault no matter what. But something did happen that bothered her.
It was nine years ago. She couldn’t remember exactly what was going on in town, nor did she particularly care, but like the rest of the locals, she would travel down to see the show as world news agencies began to come and go in the small town. What she would remember, and remember it well, was the explosion. It was moments before she fully arrived. She was knocked back only a foot, but locals swore she was right up on it, and flew back unscathed. It was then that they pointed fingers, then that they proclaimed her a witch.
Radha would move to Limerick at that time, opening a shop for her jewelry and beading design, and all the while, began to change. Nine years would pass, the explosion leaving her with ears that slowly began to taper over the years, and certain natural abilities that left her sure that all her childhood curiosity pointed and prepared her for the life that she now lived, as she puts it, “Behind the Wardrobe Door.”
Age: 30
Height: 5’ 10”
Weight: 120
Eye color: Blue
Hair color: Red
Nationality: Irish
Race: Human (awakened elf)
Profession: Jewelry Design
Radha has lived in the town of Lough Derg all of her natural life and is known by the locals as pixie or sprite. The cute nickname bestowed upon her as a child, as she was often seen running the streets, playing in the fields, and dancing wildly amongst the wildflowers with a set of fairy wings tied onto her back. To say that she was obsessed as a child would be putting it mildly, as she decorated her room with fairies, taped wings to the backs of her dolls, and poured her little heart into any book that had the mythical creatures within them.
When she became too old for dolls, she poured her heart into research. Thoroughly saturating herself in Irish folklore of the Tuatha de Dannan, of the Sidhe, of Cu Chulainn, of Finn MaCool and of Tir na Nog. She sketched pictures, read and then reread A Midsummer Night’s Dream, fell in love with the Lord of the Rings and the Silmarillion, and had been known to roll a dice or two with the Dungeon and Dragons kids.
It wasn’t until about ten years ago that she began picking up Faery Wicca books that the locals began to really look at our young Radha. Whispers would begin to float through the town of the young girl’s involvement in witchcraft, causing some to walk the other way when passing in the streets. None of this bothered her. It was a small town, and like most small places people were apt to talk and believe what they believe to a fault no matter what. But something did happen that bothered her.
It was nine years ago. She couldn’t remember exactly what was going on in town, nor did she particularly care, but like the rest of the locals, she would travel down to see the show as world news agencies began to come and go in the small town. What she would remember, and remember it well, was the explosion. It was moments before she fully arrived. She was knocked back only a foot, but locals swore she was right up on it, and flew back unscathed. It was then that they pointed fingers, then that they proclaimed her a witch.
Radha would move to Limerick at that time, opening a shop for her jewelry and beading design, and all the while, began to change. Nine years would pass, the explosion leaving her with ears that slowly began to taper over the years, and certain natural abilities that left her sure that all her childhood curiosity pointed and prepared her for the life that she now lived, as she puts it, “Behind the Wardrobe Door.”
