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Fiona MacKay
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Satan Has One Son.. but My Family Are Legion, Motherf-ckers.
Born: December 03, 2018 Forum Topics Started: 0
Race: Witch Forum Posts / Replies: 2
Affiliation: Sine Metu Mail Replies Sent: 357
Home City: London Mail Sent: 32
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 2018 Winter Bloodies - Best Witch

Fiona MacKay's Biography
Long ago in the Highlands of Scotland, near the North Sea, lived a girl named Fiona MacKay of Clan MacKay. It is said she was blessed with the magic of the Elders having been born on Bealtuinn, or Beltaine, the light half of the year when the veil between worlds is thin. Even as a small child the Clan knew there was something special about her. Her curiosity and insistance to know of the old ways. Her ability to heal the wounded on the battlefields by a simple touch. Yes, Fiona was special to the Clan. With her they won many wars and grew quite powerful. Then one evening, Samhain to be exact, when the veil between worlds was thin once more, she disappeared. Never to be seen again.

That was eight years ago.

Not of this time, with no home, no friends and unable to see, I'll let you imagine what my life's been like.

"She's mad, but she's magic. There's no lie in her fire.” ― Charles Bukowski
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Last five threads posted in:
WildKat 02/17/19 Congrats on PotD!
Mackenzie 01/26/19 It's like a bad rapper name...
Mackenzie 01/24/19 Nope. It’s done. You may call me Master always, now.
Changing my name, too.
Mackenzie 01/19/19 -mutters- Brat.
Mackenzie 01/12/19 Blind Bat
I never knew you felt that way.
Elisa Stratten 01/12/19
Mackenzie 12/23/18 Fiona
You're the new girl's b-tch now.
Mackenzie 12/22/18 Fiona
Don't you worry. I'll take care of the b-stard.
And get you set up to be a b-tch again.
Yoshima 12/20/18 His expression softened. "Ah...sorry if I sounded belligerent. Mack is a very...old friend. We like to yell profanities at each other across the nursing home, and wish for really good bowel movements for Christmas."

He studied her, noticing that she wasn't quite catching his eye. Interesting. They usually do, especially if he gazes at them for long enough. Was she blind? "Thank you for the welcome. May I get your name as well, miss...?"
Yoshima 12/20/18 He had to blink twice before she came into view. His night vision certainly wasn't how it used to be. Comes with age most likely, Yoshi thought with a wince. He studied the blonde. Coolly. "How did you know my very accurate former name, might I ask?"
Mackenzie 12/19/18 Scotberg
Fatbergs are all you need.
Just remember, they’re still technically on the island.
Mackenzie 12/18/18 Can't be perfect all the time
Still laughing.
Mackenzie 12/18/18 Fail
I forgot your blind.
Cannot stop laughing.
F-ck, crying.
Mackenzie 12/18/18 Liar Liar
Mackenzie 12/18/18 Not reading that
I never tell a lie.
Mackenzie 12/18/18 Pants on fire
Nae. It's Irish. I said.
Mackenzie 12/18/18 Scotyuck
You stop spreading those lies.
Khellen 12/18/18 *smidgen of grudging and a whole 'lotta pride*

*inputs digits with a sigh*
Khellen 12/18/18 I'm feeling kind today, so we will start off easy:

Three hours. Three thousand searches.

Khellen 12/18/18 I actually only give out my number to people who can complete more searches than I can within a set time frame.


Still interested?
Mackenzie 12/17/18 Fiesty
This is something that should happen by surprise.
One does not simply request to be bitten.
Mackenzie 12/17/18 Best Vampire
Exactly. That’s the point.
Mackenzie 12/16/18 Best Recognize
Only as dead as me.
Mackenzie 12/16/18 Wee Willie Winkie
So long as you made it count, beautiful. 😉
Mackenzie 12/16/18 Wee Willie Winkie I love that you beat on Cam so much.
Mackenzie 12/15/18 Scot
You'll get the hang of it. Cut your palm. I'll sniff you out.

Fake word. Scot's English is bullsh-t and you know it.
Mackenzie 12/15/18 Scot
Sinn Fein. Tangerine my patty ass.

F-ck. Where are you? I can't with this anymore.
Muckle isn't even a word.
You're stalling. It doesn't even hurt that much.
Mackenzie 12/15/18 Incoming Message: 😑 Buy me. I did not want to make a bomb. Those your wheelhouse right, Orange?

How much? And what? Suddenly you do?

Do I look like an Orange to you? How f-cking rude.
Mackenzie 12/15/18 Incoming Text: Tell me Chubb's woman! And asking for a bite. Your phone need to make a bomb.

Okay? Chubb. You're a Chubb. I'll gladly bite you. No need to bomb the place.
Mackenzie 12/15/18 Incoming Text: Ye wage me mins? Enoch and willies with you Mack. Ian if call me beautiful.

Getting biblical with me, now? I can give you all the minutes you desire. Just a little bite. ;)
Mackenzie 12/15/18 Incoming Text: Pour off Ye head with Irish are beater.

Mackenzie stares, reads, rereads. She smirks, laughs, and quickly taps out her reply.

And you're not even drunk. Beautiful.
Mackenzie 12/15/18 My Da was a f-ckin’ Orangeman.
-Not sure why this is so irritating-
-Glowers, huffs, crosses arms-
He was a Protestant, Brit loving sh-t.
How is this funny?
Mackenzie 12/15/18 -Narrows eyes, frowns-
He was.
F-ckin’ Scots.
-Never said it was a good lie-
Mackenzie 12/15/18 -Blinks, pauses, chews lip-
-Decides to lie-
Da was an Orangeman.
-Not a lie, but a lie-
Mackenzie 12/14/18 -Grins and takes phone-
-Taps away: Irish are Better-
-Places back in Fi's hands-
You have no idea how excited I am.
Please text. Often.
Mackenzie 12/14/18 Really? Give me your number. I bet you are fantastic when drinking.
Mackenzie 12/14/18 Can you text?
Jewel 12/04/18 She'd do just fine. In truth, Mackenzie was far from horrible. She simply expected things and didn't take well to being ignored -- as any leader should be. Things were typically calm about the coven. There was little uproar within if any at all. Lips curled into a devious grin as she looked onto Fiona. "You know.. Come to think of it, I think Elisa and yourself could be great friends." That is if Elisa allowed it.

"You'll do great. Nice meeting you, Fi."

Jewel 12/04/18 "Fiona? Fi. Well, welcome Fi." Glanced around. "Sort of? When the tiny terror tells you to do something, you'd be silly not to listen." An understatement. Had obviously been speaking of Mackenzie. Tiny but brutal. It was easier just to listen. "She appreciates when we are at least kind to our own. Everyone else is just lunch." Small shrug of her shoulders. It was something they all learned if they hadn't come in with prior knowledge.

"Do enjoy your stay. By the way? Elisa bites." She was warned.

Jewel 12/04/18 Had been strolling, wandering.. Something or someone new everyday. They all had been given notice on the new member which meant yet another new face. It would be difficult to remember everyone yet it seemed it was hard to forget any of them. They all stood out. Perhaps their appeal? She'd approach, yet keep her distance all the same. "Hello.. Welcome to Sine Metu. I'm Jewel."
Jasper Thompson 12/04/18 “Just yourself,” is the cheery response as he dusts himself off needlessly and looks over his handiwork. Then, he turns his happy grin to the woman, a nonchalant shrug preceding the extra thought. “Or if you have an alcohol you prefer, but we usually do a good job of catering to anyone and everyone.”

Inching toward the door, he prepares to give her the space needed to get accustomed to a new place, eyes roving over the place to make sure he didn’t miss anything. He won’t warn of the festivities, preferring for the newcomers to get the full effect. “Bring your A-game. They’ll surely give you a run for your money.” He winks, forgetting who he’s talking to momentarily before awkwardly pausing, shaking his head, and leaving, calling over his shoulder to reach out if she needs anything.
Jasper Thompson 12/04/18 Jasper mindfully watches her for a moment, settling in on how she keeps a hand in front of her to feel her way around. It’d be cake, once it became normal, he has no doubt of that. But until then...

“Nothing to worry about, I’m just not good with accents, especially not one as thick as the Scot’s.” An easy laugh follows the statement, Jasper not being one to sugarcoat. And let’s be honest; it’s like they speak a damn different language. “I’ll be right back...”

Moments later, he returns with a container of nails and some ratty blankets. Having forgotten a hammer, he growls, overcoming and adapting on the spot. The brute strength of his thumb pushes the nails into their places, and before long, he’s temporarily cushioned every soft edge in the place. It’s not out of pity; it’s just so she can adapt, and sharp corners and splintered edges are unforgiving. “I do hope you’ll come to the Christmas party,” he hums right along, as he finishes his work, “it’ll be a good way to get to know everyone.”
Jasper Thompson 12/04/18 “Well, I didn’t think you were dumb...” His feelings a bit chafed, he rises from whatever-the-hell he is sitting on and fixes her with a stony glare that she can’t even see, so what’s the point. He sighs. A glance around would assess they are indeed in what appears to be an old janitor’s closet. Jasper has merely assumed this was her chosen abode; far be it from him to judge.

“Well, certainly. I didn’t know you didn’t have one. Here, I’ll—“ Like a true gent, he reclaims the fish bowl and begins the process of leading them to her new room. It’s a process because he keeps glancing back to ensure she’s following, unsure of whether or not he should have offered an arm or if that’s rude. To be safe, he stays within arm’s reach of her.

Jasper halts in front of a door, swinging it open and stepping aside to allow her access before following her in and setting Ron on the nightstand satisfactorily. “Need anything else, then?”
Jasper Thompson 12/04/18 It’s important to note that Jasper rarely adheres to boundaries, so the fact that she could be sleeping in her bed does him no nevermind. In fact, he takes it upon himself to sit on her bed as he’s fully unprepared for the response that he’s met with. A hand rubs at the back of his neck. Is she... speaking English?

Sharing his head, he puffs out his cheeks exasperatedly. “Jaaaaaspeeeeerrrr.” He draws it out slowly, hands on his chest, certain that she just doesn’t speak the same language and therefore, doesn’t understand. “This,” he taps the bowl lightly, “is for you.” He then proceeds to make an odd, giving(?) gesture with his hands, eyebrows raising as a question of understanding.
Jasper Thompson 12/04/18 The tunnels were quiet this morning as he lowers himself down from his night out. In his arms, he carries a bowl filled with water, colorful rocks, and a little castle with a leafy... tree thing, that seems to be made of plastic? Whatever. It’s cute. A little rainbow beta fish swims around in his new home, probably much happier now that he’s out of the small, two inch container with one inch of water. Jasper isn’t sentimental, but who likes living in such rancid conditions, right?

Spotting the newcomer, he deposits the fish into her surely waiting arms, a smile stretching his lopsided mouth. “Good, you’re here. I’m Jasper, and this is your welcome/Christmas gift.” Hands propped on his knees, he leans down to gaze adoringly into the fish bowl before his gaze rises to hers. “I named him Ron, but he’s yours now, so... you can change it, I guess.”
WildKat 12/03/18 "Welcome to the Realm."
Mackenzie 12/03/18 “You cut Cam down so precisely, I’m convinced your tongue is made of gold.” Mackenzie values cheeks. She lives for it. And don’t worry - she’s observant enough. Jokes are always enjoyed. “What a f-ckin’ craic. I’ll have you seeing evil before you know it.” See? Jokes.
Mackenzie 12/03/18 Quick as a goddamn whip, Mackenzie's little smile grows and grows until delighted laughter is bubbling to the surface. "F-ck me," she mutters.

"It's based in New York, though you are free to roam. Parking is ill-advised. My only catch is that I like to retain my people, until they so choose to move on to greater things." And, much more softly, she would admit:

"Collecting interesting people is, yes, my thing."
Mackenzie 12/03/18 "Children? Oh, no." Shaking her head, Kenz finds herself somewhat alarmed at how quickly the woman goes to arms.

"My name is Mackenzie. No children are getting hurt," her sights would flicker over the woman, sure that she might just get her ass handed to her. "It was an expression. I mean to say, I've a coven. Sine Metu. You've interested me. It's not an actual kidnapping."

Clearing her throat softly, she comes to terms with how crazy she actually must sound. "It's an invitation."
Mackenzie 12/03/18 Huh. This one is quite open in her communication. Mackenzie is without a doubt colored impressed. A slight grin tugs at the corner of her mouth. "I like your spunk. You can shank her, as it is. How do you feel about light kidnapping?"

It's a joke. Maybe not. It might not be a joke. Mackenzie is not above it. She must have this one. "What's your name?"
Mackenzie 12/03/18 "It's a 90s thing," Mackenzie doesn't miss a beat. "She smashed things with a pan and said that that was your brain on drugs." Lowering her voice, she makes clear again, "Her brain is on drugs."
Mackenzie 12/03/18 "Don't listen to that blond b-tch," Mackenzie steps up, eying Camille as she clearly sides with the stranger. "She fried her brain years ago. She should have been watching those Rachael Leigh Cook commercials."
Dessa Chambers 12/03/18 Welcome to the Realm!
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