Lorraine McGee

Rebellion

• The Faun

  Long auburn hair was usually held out of her way, the Faun wore black until they invented something darker. Long sleeves, generally no cleavage showing, and she hid her Faun legs in black tights to keep the chance of someone noticing her less likely. In order to help keep the equipment up without straining her she wore a black corset that hooked to a utility belt of sorts. Over the belt she wore a long bustle that hid her sleek hand-carved crossbow.
  
  When not on stage she wore unassuming things, anything to blend into her surroundings. Though she looked small and meek she was quite the contrary, an Orca among Sharks.

• Bird of Prey

  • Name: Lorraine McGee
  • Gender: Female
  • Nicknames: The Morrigan
  • Race: Faun
  • Class: Rouge/Ranger
  • Alignment: Chaotic Good
  • Deity: The Morrigan, Goddess of Death and Fertility
  • Age: She looks 25
  • Size: Small
  • Body Type: Compact, lean and muscled
  • Height: 5'4
  • Weight: 126lbs
  • Complexion: Pale, as if she didn't see much sun, the fur upon her legs were a soft tan color with white markings
  • Hair: Auburn
  • Eyes: Grey
  • Handedness: Right
  • Scars: One on her abdomen
  • Relationship Status: Single
  • Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
  • Magic Abilities: Has 3 forms: Bipedal, Anthro, and Faun, can change her eye color, doesn't die easily.
  • Personality: Quiet and easily pissed off. However when she's on a job she can act anyway she needs.
  • Mannerisms: She enjoys tea and pastries a little too much, she tends to fret with her lower lip as she lines up a shot as well as she fiddled with her corset.
  • Likes: Tea, Pastries, Vengeance, Justice, Worshipping her Goddess.
  • Dislikes: Generally she doesn't like people, or being the center of attention, or people who hurt the innocent.
  • Allergies: Cold Iron

• Always	Sometimes	Maybe	Never
  Always Para RP For Hire Hunting One + One RP Group RP	Sometimes Sexual RP Torture RP Actively Fighting	Maybe Drinking on the Job Sex Only RP Being Hunted Smiling	Never Actual Death of Lorraine Being Collared Vore

• Physical

  100%

  Mental

  100%

  Job

  None, Seeking

  Seeking

  Six other assassins for the guild

• Before Death

  Fear was a powerful motivator, the Faun knew this well. Her Queen had been born from Ice and Darkness, Mab had forbidden many things in her kingdom and fraternizing with Summer was not only taboo, but the punishments were severe.
  
  They had met he was working in the summer gardens, his strong callused hands grabbing roots and tearing them up with his huge biceps. She had never seen such a person as generally the people of the Winter court were calm and traditionally beautiful. But there he was, tending to his garden out in the middle of everything. She smiled and stepped forward, hooven feet making slight impressions in the ground as she moved. The Bull turned and then smiled in surprise at the sight of the lovely Fawn, she stood there in her hunting leathers and her wickedly lovely features. From there, it was impossible to stop and it wasn't long before they had fallen in love, married in secret and lived in peace for a while. Lori was happily married and in six months the couple would have a daughter to care for. However, their bliss was not to last and in the middle of the night, the mother-to-be was taken from beside her Bull and brought to her Queen. An angry Queen was she, defying her direct orders was unheard of, the Fawn bowed and pleaded but was immediately thrown down to white marble, her hands protecting her unborn child from harm.
  
  Queen Mab's coal eyes crackled in anger, her hair floating around from the sheer power she emitted. "Pregnant, do you think that will keep you safe from my wrath?" She bellowed, her courtiers flinched as the once priestess was kicked with one heel. "The price for treason is your life." Lorraine's eyes widened and she held her unborn daughter protectively as she avoided another kick. "We will cleanse your treachery with fire." Her husband was thrown next to her, bloodied and lividly growling in protest.
  
  "No, please, please let the baby be born. Wait." The next thing she knew she was strapped to a post next to the love of her life and set aflame for the cardinal sin, falling in love. Smoke billowed from below as she and her love struggled to get free, the Bull making some headway but inevitably she lost consciousness from inhalation, her eyes lulling closed as she was forced to give in.
  
  Lor found herself in a temple, the darkness surrounded her as a raven sang from above. Her green eyes widened as she clutched her now flat stomach and followed a scar along her abdomen where a child might have been removed. "I have chosen you as my champion." The voice slid across her skin as the power washed over the Faun, the sound surprised her and she stood, gasping as pale arms wrapped around her waist. "You who embrace both sides, you must move in my stead. When injustice becomes Law, Rebellion becomes Duty."
  
  The Goddess did a lot of things, the first being to thrust her champion into intense training, drilling the young woman in the ways of choosing the slain and carrying out blood contracts. After a few years Lorraine's body had been tuned to staying still and blending into the shadows, her accuracy with a crossbow had been honed to dangerous levels. She just needed to learn to detach her emotions from her deadly tasks and to help the transition, The Morrigan had decided to slide her into the arms of The Seven, an organization built around the Seven Death Goddesses. It was, in the most general terms, an assassin's guild. They were the elite, the heroes the world needed instead of those that they deserved. Most heroes were careful never to harm their prey, Disciples of The Seven were trained to give vengeance and take lives.
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