Name: Mairead Murdock (Scottish "Pearl";Scottish "Sea Warrior")
Nicknames: Razor
Gender: Mare
Age: 16
Faction: Monster
Race: Kelpie/Sea Variant (Traditionally kelpies haunted the rivers and lochs but what I imagined had more sea elements.)
Natural Ability: Lure- Kelpies have the ability to draw others towards them.
Personality:
Claustrophobia to the Max- One of the downfalls of having the sea as your backyard growing up is that any form of enclosed space seems confining. Hallways and classrooms are a source of constant tension, and unfortunately impedes her ability to focus in class. She would much prefer having her desk set up outside the window so she can stay outside but still hear everything that going on. Let us hope she never locks herself in a bathroom.
Bull in a China Shop- Imagine how much force the waves have as they crash into rocky shores. Now take all that energy and cram it into the body of a headstrong teenager. Finall, take a moment to grab anything remotely fragile or delicate and stash it away in a waterproof vault capable of withstanding a typhoon, and you're ready to have Mairead over for a visit.
That Time of the Month-Because she is so tied to the sea, Mairead's moods are strongly affected by lunar cycles. Just as the tide ebbs and flows, so does Mairead's emotions and energy levels. High tide means a high spirited filly that refuses to be nailed to one spot. Low tide means a more morose, introspective ghoul on a quest for the best spot to take a nap. And since there is no ocean around the school for her fellow students to observe these correlations, the cause of her mood swings becomes one of the great mysteries of the school.
Wisdom vs Intelligence- Mairead can be very wise and insightful about others, but is only a so/so student. Not for lack of effort or brains, just because she can't seem to channel her energy long enough to sit down and give her assignments as much time and attention as she should. (Also, do you know how hard it is to sit in a chair all day? That doesn't even sway?)
Suitor's Galore- Mairead has her fair share of admirers, and enjoys playing mind games with them. Because of this people often think she's a cruel manipulator. True, she takes perverse pleasure in crushing the hopes of ghouls and boils alike. But she's also convinced herself that people only like her because of her natural ability. No one has ever tried to get to know the REAL Mairead that exists past the initial allure, so her interactions with others often come across as shallow. Her greatest, deepest secret is that she would like nothing more than a true friend. She's just convinced herself that it'll never be.
Jaws Envy- She loves sharks. As in, REALLY loves sharks. She thinks they're the coolest thing since . . . well ever. Halloween has a an enormous shark population due to some horror film in the human world, and Mairead lives in awe of the FEAR they inspire. Who wouldn't envy a creature who just has to poke a dorsal fin out of the water to get a reaction?
Mairead chose to enroll at Amityville because: of some advice from a fangora named Bruce. (He didn't have the heart to tell her the other sharks were threatening to bite her in half if she pestered them anymore about scare tactics or if they thought her ears could pass as a fin . . .) Bruce suggested that instead of trying to imitate another species, she should go study and develop her own abilities. Since there were no other sea kelpies that she or any of the sharks had heard of, it was best to go to an institution that catered to the multiple races of Halloween in the hopes of learning more. After many protests about how she was getting real-life instruction here in the ocean (and a quick feint or two from a nearby desushark) Mairead agreed to go. Bruce broke off and gave her one of his own teeth, making her promise not to return until her teeth were as razor sharp as his. Taking this to heart, Mairead gave herself the nickname "Razor," and left to experience the hallowed halls of academia.
FEAR Ability: Tidal Stomp- Mairead slams her forehooves into the ground, and a huge wave springs forth, crashing into her foes. Or at least, it will eventually. Right now its more like someone sloshed a bucket of water across the floor. Which could trip up an enemy dashing towards you down a hallway. Unless they were a ghost. Or flying. Or had really good balance. Or enough sense to stop running. Or jump over the puddle. Or . . . you get the idea.
Physical Description: Mairead is very attractive, but in a raw, primal way as opposed to human's normal understanding of beauty. This is an aspect of her species natural ability to lure others to them. She is tall and very slender, with long legs and a slender neck. Her hair is messy (in that damp just got out of the shower way) and is always hanging down. She loves deep greens and blues, and has a bracelet she wears on her left wrist, and a necklace with a shark tooth. Her hoofs are smooth hunks of black coral. (I am leaving the bracelet design to the imagination of the artists.)
Eye Colour: A bright blue-green.
Hair Colour/Style:Messy black hair with pieces of seaweed strewn through. (see ref pic at bottom of page) Falls to her midback.
Skin Colour: Color of a black pearl, but on the greenish/gray side of the spectrum. (see ref pic at bottom of page)
Clothing Style/Colours: She hates anything tight and restrictive. She prefers skirts and halter tops in flowy, gauzy materials.
Extra: Mairead has a few equine features in her "human" form, most noticeably her ears and tail. She also forgoes shoes and instead retains the hooves from her hind legs. She also has all canines.
Horse form: Despite the fact the only horse breed from Scotland is the Clydesdale . . . Mairead's horse form resembles an Arabian. (So shoot me, I think they're pretty . . .)
References:



Actually the Fangora stage 1 is pretty spot on.
