Small, pretty, but angry Irish girl with a real chip on her shoulder and a large spear strapped to her back.
Pantheon: Tuatha De Dannan
God: The Morrígan
Animal Ken: 3
Hurl to the horizon (str)
Trick shooter (dex)
Self healing (sta)
Girls just want to have fun (cha)
My eyes are up here (app)
Subliminal warning (per)
Fight with your head (int)
Instant assessment (wit)
Animal Communication (corvids) (animal 1)
Flocks of Morrígan
Dodge DV: 6
Parry DV: 7
Soak: A 1 L 3 B 5
Health: -0 -0 -0 -1 -1 -3 Inc
Boudicca (pronounced [bɒʊˈdiːka] similar to bow as in bow and arrow, but I’d say more like bow as in the bow of a ship) was born in Baltimore, Ireland, approximately 20 years ago. There is no official record of her birth, or of her biological parents. As a baby, she was placed in an orphanage where she was adopted by an affluent couple who could not conceive a child of their own. As a child, she had a hard time with other children as they would constantly tease her about having been adopted, being a ‘bastard child’, etc. In spite of this, or maybe because of it, she concentrated on studying and was always at or near the top of her class in marks.
Her life started to change in her first year of high school. One day, while at school, she broke down and started to cry in the middle of class. No one knew what was going on, but a couple of kids in her class heard her mutter, “I can’t believe Karen is dead”. The problem was there was a Karen sitting not three chairs in front of Boudicca, which was unsettling to many in the class. Her teacher took her to the principle and he let Boudicca go home for the day to get some rest. That same evening, Karen in her class died when the car she and her mom were in was hit by a drunk driver.
For the next few years, Boudicca was about as popular as Herpes. Stories were told akin to, ‘Boudicca will say you’re gonna die today’ to frighten the first-years, and she had no real friends. She started to internalize her feelings, brooding more, studying as she had little else to do. She also started to get into fights; other girls would circle her, tease her, bully her and try to hit her, mostly from behind. One day in her 3rd year, only 3 girls tried to surround her instead of the usual 6-8. When one of them pushed her, Boudicca lost it, and hit the girl back so hard and so many times that her face wasn’t recognizable for 3 months. As Boudicca had a reputation of ‘making you die’, the other two girls left her alone. For reasons unknown, the police where never contacted about the event.
Boudicca’s second prophecy came in her final year of high school. Instead of going home, she walked to a park, somehow knowing exactly where to go and sit for a while. She took out her half-eaten sandwich from lunch and started to feed some pigeons the bread. After about 15 minutes, she was down to just the roast beef. She took the roast beef and threw that to the ground; seconds later, a murder of corvids landed, fighting over the roast beef that was lying on the ground. When the last of the roast beef was gone, one of the crows said “thank you” and they were gone as quickly as they had come. Instead of freaking out, as would be proper under the circumstances, she said, “You’re welcome” and walked home.
When she got home, a woman was sitting on her bed, the window to her room wide open. The woman was very attractive, dressed in simple black dress with a red sash around her waist. The woman said to Boudicca, who moved to the bed to sit beside this total stranger, “I’m sorry it took so long for me to introduce myself. I go by many names, but you may call me Morrígan. I am your mother. There is a lot you don’t know, and it will take me some time to tell you. Please, come with me, and I will explain everything to you…"
After a walk that seemed to take forever, Boudicca went home and fell asleep. In the morning, instead of going to school, she told her parents, “I’m sorry, but I’m leaving. There is something that I have to do, and I don’t know when I’ll be coming back.” After an hour of heated argument and a long good-bye, Boudicca grabbed her backpack full of clothes and started walking. She made her way to Dublin via hitchhiking and met up with members of Cumann na mBan. Unlike most members of Cumann na mBan, Boudicca actively wanted to be trained in weapons and fighting skills. She quickly started to become better than even her teachers, but she also excelled at accounting for the fundraising activities of the group.
She joined a group of four women who started to perform paramilitary operations against targets in Northern Ireland. Known to Boudicca but completely unknown to her four counterparts, Boudicca was given the names and pictures of Fomoire agents who were trying to destabilize the region by another Scion operative. The first three battles they had went like clock-work; the Fomoire were killed, no one in her little band was injured, and no one was the wiser. During the last battle however, a far more powerful Fomoiri was watching, hidden amoung the people in the streets.
Her third prophecy came to her the night after her third successful raid. It went simply, “As you know them, as now they know you.” Boudicca wasn’t sure what this meant at first. She thought that there might be a problem for her within Cumann na mBan. She talked to her band-mates, and none of them knew anything at all about any of the higher-ups having problems with the group. In fact, no one in the higher-ups really even knew what they were doing, which in itself was very unusual.
A month later, and the band had another target; a British Member of Parliament (MoP), who in reality was a Fomoiri trying to find allies in Ireland. The plan was for the band to assassinate the MoP as he left his car to go to his hotel; the parking at the hotel he was staying at was underground, dark, and did not have a lot of security. As the band approached the car, Boudicca knew something was wrong but could not put her finger on what. As she hesitated, her band-mates unloaded entire clips into the car. While her band-mates fled, she removed what was left of the glass and looked into the car. Inside where two people; the driver, a human agent of the fomoire, and her Scion contact, bound and gagged in the passenger seat, full of bullets and quite dead.
Suddenly, the lights in the parking lot went out and the emergency lights came on. A disembodied voice said, “You’ve hunted us long enough. Now, it’s time for the hunter to become the hunted.” Suddenly, a pack of dogs came at her, snarling and not looking quite as a real dog should with blood matting their fur and barbs sticking out of their hides. She unloaded her gun into the dogs, killing all but two of them. The survivors came at her; Boudicca swung her gun at the dogs, breaking the skull of one and her gun in the process. The last surviving dog jumped on her, tearing at her flesh with its rancid teeth. Boudicca pulled out a boot knife and stabbed the dog multiple times, killing it. Boudicca got up and quickly ran, while the disembodied voice trailed behind her, “We know you now little one, and we’ll be watching you…”