Post by Tara O'Kirkland on Feb 5, 2011 18:31:03 GMT -5
Name: Tara O' Kirkland
Age: 27
Academic Goals: She is a doctor of archaeology, specializing in the ancient Celtic cultures. Her particular love is her homeland of Ireland. She is working as a Professor at Bluterra Academy, where her younger brother goes to school. [She has her doctorate in Celtic Histories. With degree's in European History and European Mythology. And a minor degree in Anthropology.]
Year: Teacher, this is her 4th year teaching, first year at Bluterra Academy; Professor of History [and all the it encompasses]
Occupation: Professor at Bluterra [and a part-time bartender, it's a personal passion of hers; alcohol~]
Likes:
-Whiskey; Any alcohol really...
-Good Students; Well behaved students are much more tolerable than those who aren't~
-Her 'pet', Cian; Nobody notices he's never the same creature each time you see him~
-Mythology; I'm Irish~ Of course I believe in the Fae Folk, just ask Cian~
-History; I spent a lot of time studying it.
-A good brawl; I love a good fist fight. Really show someone you care~
-Listening to and playing Celtic music; Ah, I love traditional tunes~
Dislikes:
-Bad Whiskey; Bad Whiskey just gross.
-Stupid Acting People; They give me a migraine.
-People giving her an attitude; Arthur used to give me an attitude...
-People taking her insults the wrong way; They are terms of endearment...
-Spiders; Nasty little bastards....
-Needles; Nothing metal needs to be injected into my body, at any point in time. I could handle being the one doing the poking, but keep them away from me.
-People talking to her boobs instead of her face; Oi! I'm up here you bug bastard!
Personality:
Tara is at times a hot-tempered woman with a big axe to grind. Her height and build can be quite intimidating when she wants it to be. Most of the time her anger is fueled by someone making the mistake of speaking to her chest instead of to her face. That doesn't make Tara a happy lady. Tara herself standing almost six feet in height, leaves quite a few people at the perfect height to anger her, so many who know her are careful not to stoke the fires of her ire.
But most of the time Tara is a sweet tempered young woman, who likes to use typical insults, as terms of endearment. If she calls you a 'fecker' or 'dirteh basthard', it isn't usually a bad thing. She typically will say it with a sweet smile across her features and a small giggle following. Though she is quite sweet, she is also sarcastic and at times a pervert. She is intelligent and can sometimes get a wild hair and use word play to confuse those she interacts with. She enjoys doing this with someone intelligent enough to do so back. Initiating a strange game of sorts.
Tara adores her family, though her youngest brother, Arthur, gets on her nerves to no end with his stubborn attitude. She acted as a mother figure to all of her siblings, as she was the only female among them. She is caring and compassionate, and given half a chance she would sacrifice much to protect those she care about.
History:
Tara was born in Dublin Ireland with her younger twin brother, which didn't last terribly long. After almost two years, her parents took them from there and traveled around with the twins and their older brother. So it went until their mother got pregnant with their next younger sibling, another boy. Tara was 1 year younger than the eldest, and 2 years older than the next youngest. Another 5 years, and the final and youngest of her siblings was born, once again, a boy. Tara was the only girl, among a household of boys. She grew up knowing how do defend herself and being able to whoop her brother's into shape.
And then one day, their parents just disappeared. Leaving Tara and her older brother, to care for their younger siblings. And even though her brother was the eldest, he couldn't quite grasp the 'mother' role. Which Tara adapted to quite well. She mothered her quickly growing brothers and managed herself as well. Being a blossoming young lady in a house full of boy's, she tried to hide it. But it was soon to noticeable to ignore and she had to carry herself, more as a lady and less like a tomboy.
Tara always loved history and mythology and she decided, after her brother's were old enough to be left alone, to pursue a career in it. She went to school and eventually became an archaeologist with minors in Anthropology. She worked on several dig sites in Ireland and other parts of Europe studying the bones of those who inhabited there. Until she was hired as a teacher when she was 23. She taught at a couple of Universities, until she was offered at the College her youngest brother was attending, Bluterra Academy, and all boy's school. Where she accepted to keep a close eye on the boy, who gave her such an attitude when he was younger.
Sample Post:
The amber-gold liquid went down smooth. It always had for her. Whiskey and Tara had always agreed and she loved it. So far Whiskey had been her only love, aside from her work. The woman smiled softly as she pulled the glass from her lips slowly and set it down on the table. She stared at the pile of paperwork she had been going through. It was from the last dig she had been on, the papers talking about some important discoveries her research had helped prove. She was having a congratulatory drink to herself. A drink well earned she thought.
Cian stretched himself out and yawed. He looked lazily at Tara and gave a kind of smile. "Ah, dey fin'lly send woird? Ah, too' 'im long enif." He chuckled as his golden eyes shifted from her to the papers.
Tara smiled and reached out to scratch him behind his ear. "Aye, yer roight. But dey always take ferever wit' dere nonsense. Dey alway's 'ave tah double check everythin'." Tara sighed as she giggled a little at the Puca, in the form of a cat, sitting in a sunny window sill. "Now aye, I have tah go teach ah class. Stay here an' bey ah good boy-o." She said giving him a wink.
Cian stood up and shook himself, smiling out the window. "Ah ah, Tara says beh gyod. Cian always listen tah Tara." He jumped off of the window sill and went over to her, rubbing himself on her leg, shifting from the sleek black cat, to a medium sized black dog. He leaned against her legs, bidding her to scratch his back before she left. She giggled at the creature, always one to amuse her, he was. She leaned over and gave him a hard scratch along his spine. before turning to leave.
"Remembar...bey good." Tara smiled as she shut the door behind her. Cian chuckled. "Ah ah. Aye Cian be good~" He smiled as he returned to cat form and his warm windowsill.
