Post by Rhiannon MacBride on Jan 18, 2010 18:17:28 GMT -5
RHIANNON EITHNE MACBRIDE!
tears i've cried, i'll survive
I'M ALIVE
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tears i've cried, i'll survive
I'M ALIVE
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Suppose one believes that the sins of the Father shall one day live on through the child. Then they would easily believe that the daughters of a supposed witch and deadly pirate would, of course, tread in their footsteps. That was the belief of many who looked upon the sisters of Rhiannon and Saoirse MacBride, born in Trotternish(Eohmark after the deeds of the Duchess's brother) and raised there until sixteen. Both similar except for one startling difference that allowed Saoirse to be distinguishable- she was born with completely blonde hair that eventually became a startling shade of near white. Rhiannon, on the other hand, had the fiery auburn strands just like her Mother.
Though with Rhiannon, unlike Saoirse(who is heartless & materialistic), there is always more than meets the eye of the fiery-headed temptress. Her near innocent bewitching manner attracts eyes yet- and some say that she could take one to another world with just one look from those enchanting blue eyes or brief brush of soft lips. Yet some seek her out for they also believe, quite simply, her Father left a pirate fortune behind for her! As if...
She was a Courtesan though not as used as most. Indeed she found herself bought shortly after being orphaned at the age of 16. The man, who shall remain unnamed as Rhiannon finds she likes to keep his memory close, claimed to have been a man whom once knew her Father. He was far older and wanted a companion, and so she was. For four years he owned her, teaching her things about her Father she'd thought only tall tales and other dark secrets. Subterfuge, poison, and knife work became a daily lesson for her along with the proper education to be learned such as reading, writing, figures, and some languages. It was him that saw Rhiannon attend an underground event, a masquerade and auction, as The Pirate Witch. A fitting costume indeed though perhaps there were some truths to the rumors. Auctioned and bought for an evening by a mystery man by the name of Smith, she held her own in the chaos that ensued.
Yet returned home only days later to find that her Patron was dead. His age and heart so it was said as he was severely older than her, but Rhiannon never believed it. No, instead she believed it was her sister Saoirse who did the deed out of jealousy after having found a locket that belonged to the girl on her nightstand. Having been left a substantial amount of money by the man who was a highly sought after Scrivener(someone employed to make written copies of documents and manuscripts) by both men of good reputation and men of not so good reputation. Another aspect that fell to Rhiannon, this business, though only done in secret as the years passed for it was decided another avenue would be sought.
Within several months of the death of her Patron, money was used to outfit a new wardrobe and buy a townhouse on Bryante Row in Turas Lan. Then onto her new profession- Healer and Midwife. She worked alongside many, including Aislin Creed(renowned for her skill as a healer!) and Briseis of Carnia(a more than talented midwife!), and training in knowledge with those skilled in apothecary and herbs(learning all possible), and found that things like her knowledge of poisons came in handy for helping those suffering from such. Even her skill with a knife did too! For Rhiannon did not balk at the sight of blood nor panic under duress, and never did her hand shake.
From training to Physician in her own right though never would she let one label her as good or better than those she learned from. For none could match the skills of Aislin nor Briseis yet she was good in her own right. This is how she lived for her years in Skye, and still does now in 1333- an independent woman with many a secret and a profession much better than hers years ago.