Roisin

"We’re all falling and we need a place to hide." (Hollow Coves)

"Our dancing and stories, finished. Almost all of us gone. Their silence stays with me ... but so do their songs. I will remember."

Full Name: Roisin Buachalan - Irish, pronounced RO-SHEEN Apparent Age: Mid 20s Occupation: Itinerant needlewoman Demeanor: Child Sphere: Vampire Clan: Ravnos Sect: Independent Astrological Sign: Cancerian Played By: Katie McGrath Music: "After the Storm" (Squazoid/Kick Bong); "into the Woods" (Hollow Cove) Spotify playlist. Plot Hooks Gentle, Resilient, Laughing, Wary Needlewoman, Singer, Dancer, Friend ♦ SINGING/DANCING/FUN Roisin is sweet and sociable and loves dancing and singing, especially when it’s informal and everybody can join in! She knows all kinds of dances and songs, especially from the old country. ♦ TOREADOR Roisin has Clan Friendship (4) with Toreador. She has, during her decades of unlife, formed several close friendships with Toreador, some of them influential. Her artistic skill with the needle, alongside her talents in dancing and singing and her friendly, kind nature, were gateways to much pleasantry. She hopes to make other such friendships in Prospect, too. ♦ HOMELESSNESS, REFUGEES, EXILES Roisin’s mortal life was preoccupied with supporting people involuntarily displaced: refugees, exiles, and the homeless. It's not popular among Kindred to admit it, but she still wants to help in practical ways and with kindness and comfort – emotional solace. She’s always ready to talk about the plight of ‘Displaced Persons’ and the aftermath of the Second World War. ♦ PHILOSOPHY AND ETHICS Roisin is not the most academic of people, but in various ways, she seeks to follow elements of an anachronistic, medieval group: the medieval Ravnos Phaedymites, a Jati which followed the chivalric Path of Kings. Roisin consciously tries to echo aspects of their nobility of spirit -- a humble but hopeful medieval anachronism in the modern nights. ♦ COUTURE NEEDLEWORK Roisin’s skill with the needle means she can do Haute Couture-calibre lacework and other needlecraft. Would you like some? Or maybe to discuss design? Stereotypes "Nobody trusts us, and in some ways that’s right, but we’re more complicated than people think. We’re about travel and family and mischief and pleasure –- or we were. Now there are hardly any of us left. Global devastation -- less than a hundred of us worldwide? Maybe up to 300? I grieve for my Clan. I grieve for my cousins." "It might sound surprising, but I have had so many friends within this Clan. The Roses love beauty and those who cherish beauty, and some of them have been willing to see a beauty-admirer in an unexpected place. I hope to meet more!" "I feel very small and nervous around them. They tend to assume we’re all criminals and, well, they’re not exactly wrong. But we can be useful. And we can be kind. And we can be loyal -- to each other, and to outsiders, too, when we believe in a thing." "They don’t get on with us – I mean who does, right?! – but the conflict between us is much fiercer, much older. I think it’s because we often inhabit the same spaces between cities, but we have very different ways of doing things. Still, I can’t help wishing we were on better terms. After all, they love animals and wilderness too!" "They’re direct and energetic, and some of them love to talk about philosophy! I like them -- though sadly they don’t usually like us. Then again, who does!" "Strange and interesting. I can’t help being curious." "Scholars and witches, I don’t know, but I know they can do things I can’t even imagine. I am nervous around them, but luckily my pursuits are too humble to encounter them much." "*Shudders*. No. Just – no. I can’t even think about what they have done, what they do." "I respect the desire to be free. My Clan has had a long tradition of respect for that. But I don’t really want to smash structures like you do. I don’t fit with you." "They have never wanted us, but I have had many friends in it. And I cant help respect the community. They’re building something. I admit I want to come in from the edges. And especially now – in the aching loneliness of these decades after the Week that changed everything for my Clan – I admit it: I would like one day to be in the White Tower. If they ever thought there could be a place for me." "I see you. And I grieve for you. I hope you find peace and escape that terrible limbo." "I know we aren’t supposed to care about you, but I do. You are beautiful and brief and some of you suffer so much. I take from you with care, and beyond that, I try not to harm." Roisin Buachalan This small woman is a splash of colour and sparkling energy: black hair, pale skin and dark blue eyes that shine with a mixture of joy and wariness. Long dark hair falls past slender shoulders, and her dark blue eyes give an overriding impression of eagerness for beauty and fun, yet constrained by a long-earned cautiousness. Standing a mere 5'2", she moves with vivid, quick gestures, bird-like. Her voice is Irish, lilting and soft, and somehow deeper-pitched than one might expect. Her smile is very sweet. She wears a bright shawl in in jewel colours -- scarlet, blue, and green silk, stitched in intricate patterns and layered with couture embroidery. Underneath is a simple tight-fitting black top and black jeans, and her hair's caught back on the right with a silver hairclip of sparkling red stones -- cheap costume jewellery, but pretty. Similar bracelets adorn both wrists, and she’s wearing practical leather boots with a low heel, ready for walking. The informality of the rest of her attire is at odds with the astonishingly ornate needlework of the shawl -- a dream of colour and vibrancy. Gallery Her Couture Needlework ] Contacts PENDINGX: X