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  <title>Daughter of the Black Unicorn</title>
  <subtitle>Ciara ni Scathach</subtitle>
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    <name>Ciara ni Scathach</name>
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  <updated>2006-01-06T20:16:32Z</updated>
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    <title>Late afternoon, January 17, Rowan Hall, Female wing - Back to school</title>
    <published>2006-01-06T19:58:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-06T20:16:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">After giving her mother a hug, Ciara makes her way into Rowan Hall, pauses to say hello to Aeryn, and then heads upstairs to her room. **&lt;i&gt;Wonder if my new roomie's already moved in or not?&lt;/i&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shifting her blue nylon duffel bag higher on her shoulder, she raps gently on the door. "Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((Obviously, this scene is open to &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_heatherreinhart' lj:user='heatherreinhart' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://heatherreinhart.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://heatherreinhart.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;heatherreinhart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but if any of the other ladies [or gentlemen] in Rowan would have a plausible reason to happen by, feel free to join in.))</content>
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    <title>OOC: Common knowledge about Sarah/Ciara</title>
    <published>2006-01-05T18:11:50Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-06T19:59:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sarah O'Shea is a sophomore beginning her fourth semester at Fairgrove. She's a Criminal Justice major, with a concentration in Law Enforcement, and makes no secret of her ambition to become a police officer after graduation (perhaps being the daughter of a detective on the Philadelphia police force has something to do with that ;~). A proficient fencer and a card-carrying member of the Society for Creative Anachronism (under the nom de guerre "Aoife O'Donal"), she grew up in West Philadelphia, but came to Fairgrove a year and a half ago to go to college. She lives in Rowan Hall, with the rest of the bohemians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She generally hangs around with &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~phoenix_fist"&gt;Ken Ohtori&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~mizu_nezumi"&gt;Sam Takahashi-Asakura&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~mickeychan"&gt;Michiko Sakuradai&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~satyr_olivia"&gt;Olivia Kouris&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dame Ciara ni Scathach is known at court as a knight-errant, with no allegiances as yet. She seems to be striving toward becoming the "perfect gentle knight" - brave, courteous, and always willing to lend a hand to those that need it. She looks up to Lady Valeria a great deal, and seems to have adopted the elder Scathach's behavior as a model for her own. Her father is Sir Aidan ap Scathach, a knight in service to the duchy of Liberty's Heart (Philadelphia, Pennsylvania). She had a crush on &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~sir_kellin"&gt;Sir Kellin&lt;/a&gt; during her freshman year; he broke it off gently, and they remain friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Description&lt;br /&gt;Mortal: Sarah is nearly 5'7", with wavy auburn hair that falls to the middle of her back, a medium complexion, and clear green eyes. Her features are perhaps too strong for conventional prettiness, but pleasing nonetheless. She prefers to wear casual fashions in deep, rich colors - midnight blue, deep emerald green, wine-red, and black are frequently-appearing colors in her wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fae: In faerie mien, Ciara's hair becomes a mantle of russet waves, and her almond-shaped eyes turn a startling emerald green. Her features take on a more elegant cast, and her ears taper to delicate points. Her preferred voile consists of a linen shirt with full sleeves, worn under a quilted jerkin of midnight blue leather, stitched over the heart with a black unicorn and cinched at the waist with the knight's traditional belt. Beneath that are black tights and knee-high boots, also black. A fine rapier is sheathed at her hip; the sword glitters with a million tiny points of light when the light strikes it just right.</content>
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    <title>O'Shea residence, Philadelphia, during Winter Break</title>
    <published>2005-12-08T14:49:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-08T14:49:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ciara sprawls on her bed, going over the sheet of paper with her schedule for the spring semester on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Corrections&lt;br /&gt;Law Enforcement&lt;br /&gt;Major British Writers&lt;br /&gt;Using the Computer as a Research Tool&lt;br /&gt;Ethics&lt;br /&gt;Introductory Psychology&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She notes the building and room numbers of each class on the sheet, and then slips it back into a loose-leaf binder with the Fairgrove University crest on it. **&lt;i&gt;All set, except for the books. I swear, they get more expensive every semester.&lt;/i&gt;**</content>
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