THIRD YEAR, gormlaith hines

gormlaith hines

Of all the money that ever I had Ive spent it in good company
And all the harm that ever Ive done Alas it was to none but me And all Ive done for want of wit To memory now I cant recall So fill to me the parting glass Good night and joy be with you all

age: 18 (technically 162)
screenname: partingglass
gender: female
group: third year
species: fallen
teams/clubs: tennis team: doubles two, marching band: tuba
astrology sign: cancer
birthdate: june 26th
miscellaneous:
"give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free..." This was one of the first pieces of prose gormlaith ever memorized. Each word of that piece held special meaning for her and her family. Poor and praying for some chance at a new life, the hines -- composed of gormlaith, her brother, and her parents -- made their way to america. the trip was fueled by the poem inscribed on that great symbol of freedom.

for the most part, their life was not so different from those of other immigrants in 1860. All of them worked hard to make money and prosper. gormlaith took up domestic work, caring for the children of the well off, while her brother joined her father in a nearby mill and her mother sewed clothes. all of them spent each day working until they were dead tired, but their money allowed a safe living, and one much better than what they'd had overseas. but, life had other problems for the poor.

a few years after their arrival in america, when gormlaith entered her teenage years, her father found himself in an especially bad fight. a horrible stab wound to his stomach ended his life violently, and both emotionally and financially wounded the whole family's life in return. her brother cain became more distant, and her mother grew silent and withdrawn. the funds that previously kept them just above water suddenly left them, and without their support they plunged underneath. they struggled and worked hard just to meet rent and have something on the dinner table. their load would only lesson when gormlaith grew old enough to move out. She got a run down apartment, cheap enough for her to meet rent and siphon money to her family at the same time.

she was sixteen when she moved out. it should have been just the beginning of her long life. instead she woke to the sound of rustling in her small apartment, someone going through what little possessions she had in search of anything worth money. she startled them when she woke to go to the bathroom, and out of fright the intruder stabbed her several times -- thrice in the stomach and twice in the chest -- before running off into the night. cold, alone, and in pain unimaginable she too slipped away from that lonely room.

now, and possibly even then, gormlaith had trouble making out the specifics of the afterlife. she knew there was light. light strong and bright, but for some reason not painful to her eyes. she remembered warm faces and a touch and love more tender and all-encompassing than she'd ever know. it was great, there was such warmth always around her and keeping her safe and comfortable. after awhile she found vague faces and took up duties now unknown to her. watching over the world below, and looking out for those who had shared her mortal condition.

this is where she should have stayed forever. wrapped in this warmth and performing divine work. should have, but did not. instead she began to miss the life below. when she watched people living their lives, in what felt like instances, from beginning to end it made her heart twist. true independence, young love, a true house, a child, all things she never truly got to experience unfolded before her and she grew jealous. no, not jealous. horribly, gut-wrenchingly envious of the lives she missed out on. it felt like just a couple days, but she'd been up in the clouds for years before this horrible sin gripped her and urged her to cease her work. so, envy became a bedfellow of sloth, and together they stripped gormlaith of the tender heat that had held her so gingerly the past few years.

all at once she felt as if she crashed to earth. she woke cold -- almost freezing without that warmth -- and alone in some place she didn't know. after a couple days alone she found the academy. gormlaith had been revived more than a hundred years after her death. found herself deposited in this strange new world on this island she didn't know. when faculty saw her wings, wrapped around her like a blanket, they wasted no time in enrolling her and trying to educate her.

this is where gormlaith has been for the last few years, living in a dorm on campus and spending many evenings trying to become more acquainted with the new things all around her. even after several years she's still a bit behind and lost, but she's made progress. still she now longs for not one world but two. the old world she had once known, and the warm heaven she had inhabited for so long.

+ gormlaith is -- naturally -- pretty horrible with all manors of technology. she's barely managed to get the hang of instant messaging, and even the most basic of cellphones confuse her consistently.
+ gormlaith speaks with a fairly noticeable accent, one that only becomes more obvious whenever she's frustrated or especially excited.
+ while she keeps them hidden most of the time, gormlaith likes to sleep with her wings curled tight around her body, and tends to do so instinctively when in a bad mood or flustered.
+ heights are something gormlaith simply adores. she especially loves flying high up into the sky, above all the buildings below.
+ due to her past, gormlaith tends to treasure and carefully manage any money, food, or items that come into her possession. this is especially true for food, which she never lets go to waste.

ooc name: growl

[b]bleach[/b] - inoue orihime, [i]gormlaith hines[/i]