Orin - Who is she, where did she come from?
Age: Hatched in 1942, she is
60 years old.
(Gargoyles age at half the rate of humans. Human equivalent is 30
Species: Gargoyle, Scottish stock
Height: 7' tall
Weight: 220 lbs
Wingspan: 16' wide
Skin color: White with a slight blue hue...
you know, like Non-fat milk!
Hair color: Green
Eye color: Lavender
Wing color: Light green underside, Dark green
Home: Hatched and raised in Scotland, sent
to Manhattan for a special project with her close friend Gwynevere.
Currently living in Manhattan.
Appearance: Two horns on her brow that sweep back
across her head. Usually wears her hair in a ponytail high on top of
her head. Her large glider type wings have an extra 'finger'
Mate: Her mate, Sayer, was crushed in a construction
accident during the building of a new high tech fortress home for the Scottish
clan. A needless death that haunts her.
Profession: She is a healer. She was
taught the old ways of sorcery to help heal and protect, but also is fully
trained in modern medicine. She's a bit cold and bitter about her
ability to heal since she was unable to save her mate with her skills.
Hobbies: She loves to read and she often writes
poetry. The old spellbook that she uses for her healing magic has many
old poems about gargoyles in it (some human, some fae, some gargoyle... but
all pertaining to gargoyles and their way of life through the years).
She has put many of these to music and when she can, she will sneak away
to someplace quiet and sing them to herself.
Friends: She is both friend and mentor to Dr.
Gwynevere Wallace. Dr. Wallace grew up with Orin in the Old Fortress
and sees her as a strict big sister. Orin thinks that Gwyn doesn't
take her job as a doctor seriously enough, especially with Gwyn's natural
gifts for the job.
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