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Spouse ➢ Theodore Best
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PersonalityThe truth is, Slaine has never loved her families cutest nickname. The Muses MacClainin. As soon as she was old enough to understand it the whole thing irked her. And of course it did. The other girls all had monikers about things they were good at or interested in. Nobody wants to be a tragedy. Nicknamed for bringing about someone's ugly death, it's awful. And that was even before she understood how it would be a self-fulfilling prophecy more than once.
But she bites her tongue about the whole thing. Her family and her sisters about the only people in the world she'd do that for. She sure as hell doesn't mince words for anyone else. She's loyal that way.
Being a tragedy has made Slaine a fighter. She has a very low tolerance for bullshit and tends to see offence anywhere she can. Where her older sister Niamh is quick with a joke, Slaine is the fastest gun in the west when it comes to the cruelest insults imaginable. You have not seen someone been dressed down until you've seen Slaine MacCailin come for them. Revenge and even the occasional bit of physical violence is also not a foreign tongue to her. She once got in a fight with a girl in sewing class and pushed a stick pin all the way into her thigh.
AppearanceJust like all her sisters, Slaine sports lovely, long, and natural red hair. She usually wears it in beach waves or a Veronica Lake style swoop to one side. The aspects that make her stand out from the other MacCailin Muses are her big brown doe eyes (accentuated with fake lashes) and her pillowy full lips (frequently exalted with a coat of cherry red lipstick) She's also a bit more curvaceous than her willowy and waifish sisters.
HistoryIn retrospect, her father should have picked a new name for her after it all happened. But Slaine had been his baby's name for months already. He didn't really think about the darkness of it's other meaning. Likely, he was simply too distracted by the untimely death of his first wife. That's fair.
At first growing up was easy. After all she was surrounded by loving family. Sister and father and stepmother. It wasn't until she was older that things started to take a sour note. When she learned that her stepmother wasn't really her mother (though she did try), that she was the reason her birth mother was no longer, that she was tragedy. Why did she have to be tragedy? Why couldn't she be funny or clever or creative like the others. Maybe she could have been if her life had been presented differently, but as it was she grew up bitter and with a bit of a belief that she wasn't enough somehow, or that she was built a little wrong.
In school, she constantly bemoaned her classes. How they were too hard, how she needed so much help. It was a lot of sound and fury though, her grades were fine. She never struggled as much as she made it sound like she did. But the teachers never seemed to notice. Probably because they were distracted by how she kept getting in trouble. Slaine was constantly in a fight with one girl or another in school. A few even escalated into physical altercations. She was especially vicious when she fought, more than most girls who pulled hair and cried.
Slaine started going to therapy in her teen years. At first it was mandatory, thanks to the aforementioned fights. But now it's just habit. She actually enjoys her appointments. Slaine isn't always forthcoming with her thoughts or feelings and going to see her therapist is her big chance to get everything off her chest and say what she really thinks. It makes her feel so much better, like taking a long shower that the end of a crazy day. And her therapist never even gets on her case for swearing. She actually kind of loves him. But of course, he's married with a lovely family, that asshole.
She was given her draft packet at 18. Only a year late. She probably would have died of shame if it where any later. Her sisters always seem to get it at seventeen. But she was curious. SO CURIOUS! She couldn't stand the idea of waiting a whole year to meet him. So despite the rules, despite how bad everyone claims it is, Slaine decided to reach out and talk to him.
His name was Jeffery.
They texted for a while, but eventually he begged to meet her. She wasn't so sure but he insisted he couldn't know she was for real, if she didn't. They eventually arranged to meet in a park near St. Martha's so Slaine could sneak over after classes. At first it was wonderful. They sat on a bench and chatted for hours. Okay, maybe it was a little more flirting than just chatting, but they'd be married in ten months so it seemed okay.
The sun went down.
He offered to walk her back to her dorm and she agreed, but somewhere along a dark part of the path he grabbed her arm and pulled her into the brush. She tried to jerk away from him but he was strong. He kept saying that they were going to be married so it shouldn't matter with his hand everywhere in the dark. Pushing up her skirt, groping her breasts hard. He stumbled in the dark, and when he was on his knees her body reacted quick. The heel of her stiletto slammed into his calf, sinking in deep. He made and ungodly scream and she bolted. Finding a beat cop halfway, running in the direction of the scream.
Jeffery was arrested. At first it was murky. They weren't sure how to charge him as Slaine swore up and down he hadn't got under any of her clothes. They sent her for a gynaecological exam, just to be sure, something Slaine will forever remember as one of the most awful, humiliating moments of her life. Eventually, the police informed her that a search of Jeffery's home had uncovered a wealth of illegal pornography and he'd be executed. Slaine had never been more relieved. The idea of having to be his wife after all that made her skin crawl.
A year layer she's different. More grim than ever. Meaner and especially convinced that no man should ever be trusted (except maybe dad). Her temper is short and despite her best efforts in therapy she has no idea how she'll ever let a man touch her again.
Which is a shame. She'd really been looking forward to sex.
FAMILYFather - Amos MacCailin; 47
Mother - Shannon MacCailin nee Friars; deceased
Step-Mother - Grace MacCailin nee O'More; 42
Rionach, the Muse of Epic Poetry; 22
Niamh, the Muse of Comedy; 21
Iseult, the Muse of Dance; 19
Mircea- the Muse of History; 18
Unnamed Step-Sister - Urania, the Muse of Astronomy; 17
Unnamed - Polyhymnia, the Muse of Hymns; 20
Unnamed - Erato, the Muse of Poetry; 19
Unnamed - Euterpe, the Muse of Music; 18
Birthdate: May 30th
Bad Habits: Picking fights, generally being a savage and mythic bitch.
Turn-Ons: Passion, Being in charge, some vise versa, destroy each other, destroy her
Turn-Offs: Someone who can not keep up
hair color preference: No Information
eye color preference: No Information
draft position: Neutral
premarriage y/n: No
skinned exclusively for the draft by saramonster
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