Post by Orla Lahey on Oct 10, 2008 0:46:16 GMT
Changing it loads it was crappy before 
About you
Name: Jude
Age:18
How to contact you: send me a PM I’m nice
Role playing experience : A good few years
Other Characters on this Site: none yet
About your Character
Name: Orla Lahey
Nickname: Laye
Age:19
Country: England
Position:(Outlaw, King's man, Sheriff's man, etc…)
Job: Stable maid
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Dark brown
Height: 5"4
General Appearance:.
Orla is a small girl with dark wavy hair held back by a pale green tattered ribbon, the same one she was given by her mother when she was a little girl. She has her mother’s wide hazel eyes that often appear to be sad even when smiling. From her father she inherited his wide warm smile and rosy ever rosy cheeks and unlink like most of her family who where all blond, or as they got older grey, Orla’s hair was dark like her grandmothers.
When in town or at home Orla has a plane brown dress with a dusty apron that ties around her waist which is frayed at the edges. Although she is a girl she has a pare of her brothers old top and bottoms from when he was about her height which she whereas when a dress is not appropriate
Likes:
Family - Oscar
Ridding
The out doors
Singing
Humour
A nice smile
Company
Dislikes:
Greed
Moths
Nippy cuts on fingers
Disloyalty
step father
half siblings bar Oscar
babies( though she’s good with them)
Onions
Personality:
Orla is warm caring and usually optimistic although it’s becoming increasingly hard for her to be. She is very family orientated caring more about her brothers and sisters than she does her self. Orla used to be quick to trust people always looking at there good side and over looking the bad but that changed as she grew older.
When she sets her mind to a task it can become very hard for her to drop it if it doesn’t seem to work out. She becomes determined and it irritates her until she’s completed it.
Orla can be very funny with out even knowing it and has recently become very sarcastic much to the annoyance of her brother.
When she was a child she always wanted to be like her brother mimicking his every move play fighting with him and his friends and was often seen trailing after them with a small wooden toy dagger in her hand and a muddy face.
Family: Half Brother Oscar McCarthy aged 24
Sister Anaya aged 17
Mother Fiona Lahey
Father Finnegan McCarthy
Step father Vincent
Grandparents Marie and Jacob - Deceased
4 younger half brothers and sisters.
Background: Jacob Lahey was an Irish farm owner who moved to England after diseases infected his farm and the farms surrounding it. He built himself a house in the village of Locksley and soon after moving there married a local girl Marie a talented seamstress. They had one daughter Fiona who a pretty girl with dark brown hair and large brown eyes.
Orla’s mother was not married to Orla’s biological father. Fiona, young and naive and had fallen head over heals in love with an older much wealthier man who was already married to a beautiful well respected woman from a family equally as wealthy as his. Her father lord Finnegan and Fiona had a short relationship at a time when Finnegan was finding his marriage particularly stiffening, however broke it off when he discovered Fiona was pregnant with his child. He though that this was her of a way securing safety and money. Fiona had hopped that when he found out he would want to leave his wife and child and run away with her to start a new one with her and her unborn baby. It was never to happen and that was the end of the hidden romance. Finnegan ended it by throwing money at her as if she where a common prostitute.
Devastated but still madly in love with him she raised the baby alone scrapping by best she could and resorting to petty theft to feed and cloth her child. It was a hard start to life but Orla was strangely happy, she was very close to her mother who would sing to her every night as she drifted off to sleep. When Orla was 5 years old she ventured to the edge of Sherwood Forest alone where she found a fox trying to catch and kill a small rabbit. Horrified, Orla scared the fox away scooped up the small petrified rabbit in her arms and took it home where she helped mend its injured leg to the best of her abilities. At the back of the shabby damp hut that they lived in Orla fixed together a small pen with planks of abandoned wood she had picked up from the market so that her rabbit wasn’t eaten in the night by a fox or bird of pray. She became very attached to the rabbit; none of the children’s parents would let them play with her. The rabbit was small and most likely the runt of a little that had been cast out and left to die. Orla found several similarities between herself and the small rabbit she named Gertrude.
The pares fortunes brightened when a rich French man moved in to the area. He took special interest in Fiona who despite being malnourished and sick looking was a pretty woman with startling dark eyes and flawless skin giving her the look of a china doll. Her daughter inherited her mothers look bit it was hard to tell due to the permanently splattered on her face. Thinking that this was perhaps the only opportunity she was every going to get to marry and have a proper family Fiona agreed to marry the Frenchman Vincent. A well spoken man who was good with words and verse.
Vincent owned a single floored house with a reasonable size garden in front which extending down the left side. Though not particularly wealthy the house was well furnished and a stunning embroidered tapestry hung on the wall by the front door. Fiona could hardly believe her luck. Vincent provided her with plain but attractive dresses and some of the villagers hardly recognized her. At the beginning it was all good Vincent even taught Orla to read and write along with some basic arithmetic. Things however did not stay like that for long, Fiona fell pregnant with her second child, Vincent’s first and he turned cold towards Orla using any opportunity he got to put her down and things only got worse. When the babies where born she was practically ignored and blanked out only talked to when something was needed from her. Orla tired her utmost to prove her worth to the family, wanting more than anything to be loved and included by then but it was never to happen.
In her 12th year, no with 3 new half brothers and sisters Orla was left at home to mind the children as her mother and Vincent went to town for the day. She tired everything she could to settle the children but they cried through out the day none stop and nothing she did worked. When Vincent arrived home late that night he was furious to find his children still awake and wailing at the top of there voices. Orla was given a harsh beating and as an extra punishment Vincent drowned the rabbit she had saved all those years ago. The loss of her rabbit was hard enough but the fact that her mother didn’t seem to bat an eye at the clear unjustness. That hurt more than the bruises on her back. They had once been so close but know the only look her mother gave her was one of disgust.
When ever she could Orla took the smaller of the two horses Vincent owned and Rode as fast and as far away from the prison she called home as she could. She would ride through Sherwood Forest and stop when she found the clearing she was fond of. Orla would let the horse wander, not to far away whilst she sat singing to her self and sewed. As she grew older the sewing was replaced by a sword which she had bought using the money she earned mending dresses for some ladies in the town. It was battered and practically blunt but it was hers and that’s all the mattered. She threw her self in to motion taking all her frustration and anger out on a poor tree which by the end looked ugly and destroyed.
At 18 a young man with curly blond untamed hair and crystal clear blue eyes came to the door one day when Orla was lefty to mind the growing family of 4 children. He explained to her that he was Oscar the son of Finnegan McCarthy from Scotland. Thinking that he was there to collect more tax, Orla shut the door in his face. Oscar was persistent and Orla soon realized that he was in fact her older half brother. The two became close very quickly and would regularly go ridding to Orla’s favourite clearing in the forest where he would help improve her sword skills. For the first time in years Orla felt loved again was noticeably much happier but good things never last. Vincent found out about Oscar and viewed him as a threat to his home and family. He framed him for stealing his beast horse and had the Sheriff throw him in the castle dungeons with out any hint of a trial.
Anything else:
Face Claim: Rose Byrne
RP Sample:
“Your pathetic just leave even your presences is to much “
Aghh that man infuriated her he thought that he could get away with treating her like cow dung. Well ok he could he did own her house marry her mother and pay for her food. It would have been better if she was his servant then she would be paid for the cooking cleaning washing and farming that she did but no she had to be his step daughter and had to do all those things for free and with out complaining. The first chance she got to leave she would take it and it wouldn’t even matter where to she just needed out. He thought her presence was bad his was suffocating. What had she done to deserve this? If she believed in reincarnation she would have believed she had been some crawl heartless murderer to deserve the life she was trapped in now but she didn’t she found it even heard to believe there was a god these days.
Her mother wasn’t much help she just stood by and watched him treat her like a bucket full of human waist. She never said a word just left him do it and when Vincent was in a particularly rubbish mood and took out his anger on Orla she just let it happen. Onions the both of them you do nothing to hurt them but they still make you cry. Not that she ever cried in front of them that would just make things worse, they would taunt and call her weak. There kids cried all the time, they never called them weak! She wouldn’t have minded if she had stayed living in that old shack that her mother had put together with damp walls and bug infested floor anywhere was better than this place.
Orla threw open the front door and stormed out rounding the corner and standing with her to the house her arms crossed as she tried to calm herself. Was there really any point in getting worked up and upset over it? It wasn’t going to fix anything things would just keep on going the same way. This would usually be the time where she would go for a ride but of coarse Vincent had sent both horses to be re shoed and there was no chance they would be back and ready to rid today so where was stuck here with no way of escape. Again!
Oscar hadn’t appeared at any point that day which was probably the reason Orla was finding it so hard not to cry. He was the only person that looked and talked to her as if she was a real person, his sister. There was no chance of seeing him today. Vincent and her cold mother where in for the evening and wouldn’t be leaving which meant she would be stuck to suffer this hell alone. It must be easy for him his father was rich he’s would inherit the money and he could pretty do much what ever he wanted, The complete opposite of Orla who was a slave to her family.
They had completely put her off ever having children herself. If she could avoid picking up another baby, changing it or even looking at one she would. Babies where like a stubborn stain on a dress that no matter how heard you scrape and clean just doesn’t wash off. They where every where and it seemed like more and more where being born every day especially in her own home. No she was never going to have babies she would leave that to other people to populate the world she would have no part in it.
Password: oh, lah-di-dah (This is to ensure you have read the RULES.)
About you
Name: Jude
Age:18
How to contact you: send me a PM I’m nice
Role playing experience : A good few years
Other Characters on this Site: none yet
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Orla Lahey
Orla Lahey
About your Character
Name: Orla Lahey
Nickname: Laye
Age:19
Country: England
Position:(Outlaw, King's man, Sheriff's man, etc…)
Job: Stable maid
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Dark brown
Height: 5"4
General Appearance:.
Orla is a small girl with dark wavy hair held back by a pale green tattered ribbon, the same one she was given by her mother when she was a little girl. She has her mother’s wide hazel eyes that often appear to be sad even when smiling. From her father she inherited his wide warm smile and rosy ever rosy cheeks and unlink like most of her family who where all blond, or as they got older grey, Orla’s hair was dark like her grandmothers.
When in town or at home Orla has a plane brown dress with a dusty apron that ties around her waist which is frayed at the edges. Although she is a girl she has a pare of her brothers old top and bottoms from when he was about her height which she whereas when a dress is not appropriate
Likes:
Family - Oscar
Ridding
The out doors
Singing
Humour
A nice smile
Company
Dislikes:
Greed
Moths
Nippy cuts on fingers
Disloyalty
step father
half siblings bar Oscar
babies( though she’s good with them)
Onions
Personality:
Orla is warm caring and usually optimistic although it’s becoming increasingly hard for her to be. She is very family orientated caring more about her brothers and sisters than she does her self. Orla used to be quick to trust people always looking at there good side and over looking the bad but that changed as she grew older.
When she sets her mind to a task it can become very hard for her to drop it if it doesn’t seem to work out. She becomes determined and it irritates her until she’s completed it.
Orla can be very funny with out even knowing it and has recently become very sarcastic much to the annoyance of her brother.
When she was a child she always wanted to be like her brother mimicking his every move play fighting with him and his friends and was often seen trailing after them with a small wooden toy dagger in her hand and a muddy face.
Family: Half Brother Oscar McCarthy aged 24
Sister Anaya aged 17
Mother Fiona Lahey
Father Finnegan McCarthy
Step father Vincent
Grandparents Marie and Jacob - Deceased
4 younger half brothers and sisters.
Background: Jacob Lahey was an Irish farm owner who moved to England after diseases infected his farm and the farms surrounding it. He built himself a house in the village of Locksley and soon after moving there married a local girl Marie a talented seamstress. They had one daughter Fiona who a pretty girl with dark brown hair and large brown eyes.
Orla’s mother was not married to Orla’s biological father. Fiona, young and naive and had fallen head over heals in love with an older much wealthier man who was already married to a beautiful well respected woman from a family equally as wealthy as his. Her father lord Finnegan and Fiona had a short relationship at a time when Finnegan was finding his marriage particularly stiffening, however broke it off when he discovered Fiona was pregnant with his child. He though that this was her of a way securing safety and money. Fiona had hopped that when he found out he would want to leave his wife and child and run away with her to start a new one with her and her unborn baby. It was never to happen and that was the end of the hidden romance. Finnegan ended it by throwing money at her as if she where a common prostitute.
Devastated but still madly in love with him she raised the baby alone scrapping by best she could and resorting to petty theft to feed and cloth her child. It was a hard start to life but Orla was strangely happy, she was very close to her mother who would sing to her every night as she drifted off to sleep. When Orla was 5 years old she ventured to the edge of Sherwood Forest alone where she found a fox trying to catch and kill a small rabbit. Horrified, Orla scared the fox away scooped up the small petrified rabbit in her arms and took it home where she helped mend its injured leg to the best of her abilities. At the back of the shabby damp hut that they lived in Orla fixed together a small pen with planks of abandoned wood she had picked up from the market so that her rabbit wasn’t eaten in the night by a fox or bird of pray. She became very attached to the rabbit; none of the children’s parents would let them play with her. The rabbit was small and most likely the runt of a little that had been cast out and left to die. Orla found several similarities between herself and the small rabbit she named Gertrude.
The pares fortunes brightened when a rich French man moved in to the area. He took special interest in Fiona who despite being malnourished and sick looking was a pretty woman with startling dark eyes and flawless skin giving her the look of a china doll. Her daughter inherited her mothers look bit it was hard to tell due to the permanently splattered on her face. Thinking that this was perhaps the only opportunity she was every going to get to marry and have a proper family Fiona agreed to marry the Frenchman Vincent. A well spoken man who was good with words and verse.
Vincent owned a single floored house with a reasonable size garden in front which extending down the left side. Though not particularly wealthy the house was well furnished and a stunning embroidered tapestry hung on the wall by the front door. Fiona could hardly believe her luck. Vincent provided her with plain but attractive dresses and some of the villagers hardly recognized her. At the beginning it was all good Vincent even taught Orla to read and write along with some basic arithmetic. Things however did not stay like that for long, Fiona fell pregnant with her second child, Vincent’s first and he turned cold towards Orla using any opportunity he got to put her down and things only got worse. When the babies where born she was practically ignored and blanked out only talked to when something was needed from her. Orla tired her utmost to prove her worth to the family, wanting more than anything to be loved and included by then but it was never to happen.
In her 12th year, no with 3 new half brothers and sisters Orla was left at home to mind the children as her mother and Vincent went to town for the day. She tired everything she could to settle the children but they cried through out the day none stop and nothing she did worked. When Vincent arrived home late that night he was furious to find his children still awake and wailing at the top of there voices. Orla was given a harsh beating and as an extra punishment Vincent drowned the rabbit she had saved all those years ago. The loss of her rabbit was hard enough but the fact that her mother didn’t seem to bat an eye at the clear unjustness. That hurt more than the bruises on her back. They had once been so close but know the only look her mother gave her was one of disgust.
When ever she could Orla took the smaller of the two horses Vincent owned and Rode as fast and as far away from the prison she called home as she could. She would ride through Sherwood Forest and stop when she found the clearing she was fond of. Orla would let the horse wander, not to far away whilst she sat singing to her self and sewed. As she grew older the sewing was replaced by a sword which she had bought using the money she earned mending dresses for some ladies in the town. It was battered and practically blunt but it was hers and that’s all the mattered. She threw her self in to motion taking all her frustration and anger out on a poor tree which by the end looked ugly and destroyed.
At 18 a young man with curly blond untamed hair and crystal clear blue eyes came to the door one day when Orla was lefty to mind the growing family of 4 children. He explained to her that he was Oscar the son of Finnegan McCarthy from Scotland. Thinking that he was there to collect more tax, Orla shut the door in his face. Oscar was persistent and Orla soon realized that he was in fact her older half brother. The two became close very quickly and would regularly go ridding to Orla’s favourite clearing in the forest where he would help improve her sword skills. For the first time in years Orla felt loved again was noticeably much happier but good things never last. Vincent found out about Oscar and viewed him as a threat to his home and family. He framed him for stealing his beast horse and had the Sheriff throw him in the castle dungeons with out any hint of a trial.
Anything else:
Face Claim: Rose Byrne
RP Sample:
“Your pathetic just leave even your presences is to much “
Aghh that man infuriated her he thought that he could get away with treating her like cow dung. Well ok he could he did own her house marry her mother and pay for her food. It would have been better if she was his servant then she would be paid for the cooking cleaning washing and farming that she did but no she had to be his step daughter and had to do all those things for free and with out complaining. The first chance she got to leave she would take it and it wouldn’t even matter where to she just needed out. He thought her presence was bad his was suffocating. What had she done to deserve this? If she believed in reincarnation she would have believed she had been some crawl heartless murderer to deserve the life she was trapped in now but she didn’t she found it even heard to believe there was a god these days.
Her mother wasn’t much help she just stood by and watched him treat her like a bucket full of human waist. She never said a word just left him do it and when Vincent was in a particularly rubbish mood and took out his anger on Orla she just let it happen. Onions the both of them you do nothing to hurt them but they still make you cry. Not that she ever cried in front of them that would just make things worse, they would taunt and call her weak. There kids cried all the time, they never called them weak! She wouldn’t have minded if she had stayed living in that old shack that her mother had put together with damp walls and bug infested floor anywhere was better than this place.
Orla threw open the front door and stormed out rounding the corner and standing with her to the house her arms crossed as she tried to calm herself. Was there really any point in getting worked up and upset over it? It wasn’t going to fix anything things would just keep on going the same way. This would usually be the time where she would go for a ride but of coarse Vincent had sent both horses to be re shoed and there was no chance they would be back and ready to rid today so where was stuck here with no way of escape. Again!
Oscar hadn’t appeared at any point that day which was probably the reason Orla was finding it so hard not to cry. He was the only person that looked and talked to her as if she was a real person, his sister. There was no chance of seeing him today. Vincent and her cold mother where in for the evening and wouldn’t be leaving which meant she would be stuck to suffer this hell alone. It must be easy for him his father was rich he’s would inherit the money and he could pretty do much what ever he wanted, The complete opposite of Orla who was a slave to her family.
They had completely put her off ever having children herself. If she could avoid picking up another baby, changing it or even looking at one she would. Babies where like a stubborn stain on a dress that no matter how heard you scrape and clean just doesn’t wash off. They where every where and it seemed like more and more where being born every day especially in her own home. No she was never going to have babies she would leave that to other people to populate the world she would have no part in it.
Password: oh, lah-di-dah (This is to ensure you have read the RULES.)
