Post by NIAMH BRIDGET CALLAGHAN on Dec 9, 2012 23:21:42 GMT -6
niamh b r i d g e t callaghan
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When you were born they look at you and say, what good girl, what a smart, what a pretty girl. Pick up these chains, hanging around our necks, people wanna strangle us with them, before we take our first breath.
Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things
[/color][/font]Baby take my hand, don't fear the reaper. And she ran to him, then they started to fly.
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Are You There God? It's Me, Dean Winchester
[/color][/font]Carry on my wayward son, there'll be peace when you're done. Lay your weary head to rest.[/center]
Name Meaning[/color]: Bright
Sex[/color]: female
Age[/color]: 25
Sexual Orientation[/color]: straight
Ethnicity[/color]: Caucasian (Irish)
Species[/color]: Hunter
Canon or Original[/color]: original
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The Usual Suspects And What Should Never Be
[/color][/font]Sometimes I get a feeling, deep in my soul. Sometimes I get a feeling, deep in my bones.[/center]
Hair[/color]: blond, long naturally wavy.
Height & Weight[/color]: 5'9 135 lbs
Body Type[/color]: slim but muscular, much stronger than she looks.
Distinguishing Features[/color]: pierced ears, very distinctively blue eyes.
Face Claim[/color]: Laura Vandervroot
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It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester
[/color][/font]I see the bad moon arising. Don't go around tonight, well its bound to take your life.[/i][/center]
Dislikes[/color]: Over confidence, lies, not finishing something she starts, endangering her daughter.
Strength[/color]: attitude, hunting skills, charm, looks.
Weaknesses[/color]: family, chocolate, a good hunt.
Fears[/color]: Losing her daughter, failing at a hunt, being seen as week.
Secrets[/color]: In a hunter, everything else about her is a pretty open book.
Habits/Quirks[/color]:
Overall Personality/Appearance[/color]: Niamh is charming and can usually talk her way out of almost any situation but she also can be all business when needed. She doesn't take bullshit from anyone and doesn't let anyone get close enough to hurt her. She puts the needs of herself and her daughter first even before a hunt. She isn't the type to trust just anyone but she is easy to work with once she decides that she trusts you.
If however her trust is betrayed she is not the type of person one would want as an enemy, she lives for revenge and doesn't rest until she gets it. She had an absence of those she cares about in her life so she concentrates most of her attention on keeping her daughter happy and safe fearing losing the one constant in her life.
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There Is A Monster At The End Of The Book
[/color][/font]You're as cold as ice, you're willing to sacrifice our love. You know that you are.[/center]
Current Residence[/color]: where ever the road takes her
Mothers Name[/color]: Bridget Dalton
Fathers Name[/color]: Bryce Callaghan
Siblings[/color]: none that she knows of.
Other Family[/color]: Lucy Callaghan (7, daughter) Jacob Dalton, James Dalton Jr, Amalia Rockwell (cousins) Elizabeth Rockwell (second cousin)
Pets[/color]: none
Overall History[/color]: Niamh Callaghan was born in Dingle, County Kerry, Ireland to Bridget Dalton and her then boyfriend Bryce Callagan. She was born into the hunters life though her parents kept her in the small village to keep her safe. Her parents would take turns going to hunt one of them always staying with her. Her father had no family, and her mother's father and brother had left for America when she had turned 18 years old, so she never had any sort of support other than her parents. When she was ten years old her father left on a hunting trip and never came back.
She never knew if he left on purpose or if he had died, but from that day forward it was just her and her mother and staying home was no longer an option, it was at 10 years old she was finally thrown into the field full force. It was a bit of a shock at first, she'd spent her whole childhood perfecting the skills but she'd never actually used them. She made her first kill a few days before her 11th birthday and after that there was no turning back. She was a machine taking down everything and anything that crossed her path.
She lived her life, shoot first ask questions later and sometimes it landed her in trouble. At 16, following her Uncle and Grandfather (whom she knew only through stories) she decided to take her business to America, despite her mother's protests. Upon her arrival she went looking for her family the last place they had been seen, in Boston. only to find that they were all dead. Despite having no family there she decided to do her best to embrace her decision. It didn't take long for her to find hunts, and run into other hunters.
She ran into one in particular she found a great liking for and travelled with him on the road for a while before they went their separate ways. It wasn't until about four months later she realised she'd taken something of his with her, five months after that she gave birth in Atlanta to a baby girl. This sudden shock to her lifestyle grounded her for a couple years, taking odd jobs, trying to make ends meet in a more traditional manner while raising her daughter the same way she was raised. Now, that her daughter is seven, she had hit the road again, taking her with her typically leaving her behind on the actual hunts not wanting to throw her into the mine field too soon.
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Dream A Little Dream Of Me, Bloody Mary
[/color][/font]I never meant to be so bad to you, one thing I said that I would never do.[/center]
She felt like a horrible mother, putting her daughter to bed and then sneaking out, leaving her alone while she went and took care of whatever monster was terrorizing the towns they stopped in. Stripping off her clothes she tossed them in the bag she was planning to wash the next day and she changed into something else before heading back into the main part of the room.
Seeing the little blond head asleep on one of the beds she smiled and made her way over to check on her. Out cold, it was amazing how the kid could sleep, she envied it really, and she knew that it wasn't going to be very long before it was her washing the blood off her hands, it ran in the family, there was no avoiding it. Even when she'd taken her break things had still somehow managed to find her. Leaning over she kissed the top of her daughters head, standing up and heading outside the front door to the balcony of the motel that over looked the parking lot. Not exactly a great view but it was a safe and warm place to sleep and that was what mattered.
Closing the motel room door behind her gently she took in the fresh air and let the rush from the hunt slowly die down. The air in Florida was humid a little cool for the time of year but way better than up north which is where they'd just come from. Transporting her kid around the country wasn't exactly winning her mother of the year but she knew what they were doing was important, it was what he mother had done, her grandfather, his father. It was in the Dalton blood, the Callaghan blood too, there was no escaping it. Climbing up on the rail she grabbed the edge and swung her legs over so she was balancing on the edge.
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This application was made by JUL!ET. She worked really hard on
this and watched seasons one through three of Supernatural in 3 days.
She's so hardcore.And you wouldn't want to make
Dean Winchester Romeo mad by stealing it now would you?
He'd have to come after you with a stick. It wouldn't be pretty,
now go play nice and don't steal her stuff.
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This application was made by JUL!ET. She worked really hard on
this and watched seasons one through three of Supernatural in 3 days.
She's so hardcore.And you wouldn't want to make
He'd have to come after you with a stick. It wouldn't be pretty,
now go play nice and don't steal her stuff.
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