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Monday, Dec 05, 2016
My Backstory (OOC)

    (( If you want to be friends start a RP with me. Sorry I don't randomly accept friend requests.The information here is OOC. Just because you read this bio doesn't mean IC you know it and can use it with out being told any of it in a RP. Please do not attack me while I am online but feel free to steal til your little hearts are content anytime. All moods are IC Only not OOC))
    ((Original start date: January 06, 2012))

    Name: Galen Connor Lynch
    DOB: 21 December ( Winter solstice)
    POB: Claddagh, Co Galway Ireland
    Eyes: Crystal blue but turn irridescent blue in dark or when made angry.
    Hair: Coal Black
    Race: Witch
    Age: 26
    Parents: Mary and Daniel Lewis(adopted parents decesed)
    Biological Parents : Eamonn and Moira Lynch (dead)
    Familiar: Black dragon named Dorchadas
    Special markings: Tattoo on back right shoulder of dagger with a red rose.
    Powers: Spell casting, Potion making, Circle casting ( All normal witch ablities), Aerokinesis (Ablity to manipulate the air itself),Telekinisis, Conjuration, Energy Waves and Fading (Ablity to fade from one place to another).
    Languages Spoken: English, Irish, Romanian
    I was born in Ireland. I am what the Irish call a Tinker also known as, the Irish Traveller, a version of a Gyspy. Magic is part of my family blood but hasn't shown its self in powers in well over 500 years, well that is until I was born in 1994 on Dec 21st . Yes on the longest night of the year and the winter solstice is when the old family "Curse" as they put it showed its self again.
    I discovered growing up that my "Curse" was anything but that. My magic became my salvation and my escape from an abusive and drunk adopted father and an overly religious Roman Catholic adopted mother who thought praying every day would change who I was born as. At least her prayers werent as bad as my father's way of trying to change me. His idea was the curse could be beatten out of me and he did almost daily after getting drunk. He tried one night when I was 10 to have a go at me again but this time I fought back. I used my gifts as I saw them on him. I threw him against the wall as if he was nothing but a rag doll my sister had. At least I thought these people were my family. After that I left and decided never to look back. My sister would now be 20 and I have no idea where she is. Her name I remember is as far as I recall ,Christina.

    I ran to my grandparents and being they were part of a Traveller group they took me with them. I was always told I was the special one in the group. I had the looks to die for. Coal black hair and the blue eyes that could hypnotize any one in or out of our group. In fact for many years I used these traits to my advantage when ever it was called for. Our winter camp was always on the coast in Galway. In fact I still own a home there. Willed to me by my grandparents.

    At this time I use my gifts to help those I have come to trust but I only ask one thing of them and that is to keep where we meet between them and I. There are many out there who hunt ones like me and I would like to not be a notch on their kill belt as long as I can. Preferably til I die of old age and natural causes. So that is my life as of now. Will I find a way to settle down or any one I can settle down with ? That is any ones guess right now. We shall see where this path takes me but its sure to be one hell of a ride.

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