sonder spring 1711

Clan Whelan



Clan Whelan
highlanders born and bred, with now fraying threads

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Clan Whelan is very old Highlander family, living true to what’s typical of their culture, and perhaps to an even more extreme vein. They were incredibly numerous and influential before the rebellion. They suffered heavy losses in the rebellion, and are now splintered and fractured as a clan and family.


Most in the Clan, including the Chief, believe the disastrous end to the rebellion is proof of the imbalance in Rionnach, and provides even more justification and fuel to the fire to overthrow the Mainland once and for all and restore a Highlander to the throne.


Some in the Whelan Clan believe they should never have gotten involved in politics and are being punished by the Fae for focusing on such things (hence why the rebellion was such a failure). Those who believe this want rightly out of the chaos, and no longer wish to fight against the Crown and instead retreat back into nature and mind their own business best they can.

Many individuals and families of the Whelan Clan have come together to form the Whelan Militia, which is dedicated to amassing power and knowledge so that when the next rebellion will inevitably come, they will not lose, and will restore proper balance and freedom to the land.

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The Clan has many traditions and ways of life that are particular to them, including their Name Avoidance and what they call their 'Affinities'.


For extended information and specific adopts,
SEE THE GOOGLE DOC HERE!
For available designs,
SEE THE DESIGNS HERE!


If you have any questions at all, please feel free to reach out to Amphi or Di!
To apply for a specific character, or to make a new character part of this Clan, please either post here, or send Amphi and/or Di a roleplay sample and personality description (and history if applicable)

Amphi reserves the right to reclaim any of the characters/designs listed here. These characters may not be taken offsite without explicit permission.
(This post was last modified: 06-25-2021, 11:26 AM by Amphi.)
06-04-2021, 06:31 PM

local cryptid

app for ciara's brother

Graeme Whelan
1 yr, male
affinity: Raven (or Rook?)
guild: Commonwealth
politics: mostly Jacobite, sometimes leans towards the "the Fae would want us to stay out of it" mentality

- based on his affinity, has aspiration to become a messenger bird trainer and wants to attend the College but isn't sure if Toren would approve
- quiet and intuitive, but not sensitive, per se
- adaptive, survivalist, a little sarcastic but is passive aggressive about it instead of confrontational
- empathetic but doesn't really care for those who lack common sense or make the same mistakes over and over again
- prefers to be in the background but sometimes wonders if he would do a better job at leading than his sister, but is mostly relieved that he hasn't had to really worry about any of that
- finds Ciara a little tiresome because she's reckless (sometimes jokes that she's a changeling); he's still quite fond of her and shares her love of nature
- thinks Toren is too hard on her, especially after everything they lost in the Rebellion, and wishes their father would be a little more flexible

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Roleplay Sample
Graeme shivers, tucking his paws beneath his chest as he crouches beside a gorse bush, its multitudes of yellow flowers pressing against the side of his face. He's peering into the soft blue shadows of night, desperately trying to pick out a familiar shape in the tumble of scrub and heather and stone. He's lost, led astray by the wicked flame of pride; it's one that burns especially hot in youth, although those who believe they knew him might be shocked to see him succumb. He is always quiet and cool and even-tempered in comparison to his sister, but tonight is different.

Tonight, he means to prove himself by the old ways.

Too young to understand that it's not necessary, especially for those who don't intend to pursue the path of the spirits, Graeme had slipped from the den several hours before. A single angry shout was all he'd heard before breaking into a headlong sprint and plunging himself into the wilds. He'd spent a while wandering before settling down to sleep, but the incessant moan of the cold wind soon shook him awake. Now he's here, pressing himself into the golden embrace of gorse-blossoms, because he's certain he saw one of Them.

Dawn is approaching swiftly, but fear chokes the young wolf, who focuses on little else but the dark blur of movement just beyond the next boulder. There's a scrabbling sound, and a soft, throaty chitter. He inhales deeply, but can't catch a scent. He uses the breath to steel himself, rocking back on his hind legs before springing forward, biting down on the shivering shriek of fearful excitement that threatens to ruin his advantage. Rounding the edge of the tall bluestone boulder, something black flutters and squawks in indignant anger at the unexpected appearance of the clumsy, half-grown pup.

Graeme blinks slowly as the morning sun finally crests the ridge, and he finds himself staring at a fledgling raven. The bird stares back, head tilting, beak clattering with another croak of reprimand. A voice in the distance makes Graeme turn an ear, recognizing the voice calling him home, but does not yet leave. His gaze moves slowly around the small glen hidden behind the boulder, and a smile unfurls on his muzzle. White heather, turned buttery yellow in the light of dawn, sways in the wind. "Thank you," he murmurs, addressing the young raven, who caws throatily in reply. Graeme turns away reluctantly, but with each stride, his mood improves.

He's found his Affinity.

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stock - based off design #5
"inka" on dawntheives
https://dawnthieves.com/red-foxes/t-saer...a-18-10978
https://dawnthieves.com/red-foxes/t-saer...a-06-10966
https://dawnthieves.com/red-foxes/t-saer...a-20-10980
https://dawnthieves.com/red-foxes/t-saer...ka-15-4781
https://dawnthieves.com/red-foxes/t-saer...ka-04-4770
https://dawnthieves.com/red-foxes/t-saer...ka-01-4672
(This post was last modified: 06-13-2021, 02:14 PM by Chimaera.)
06-05-2021, 11:44 AM

A lil' gift for whoever adopts Llyr :D <3



All this happened, more or less. The war parts, anyway, are pretty much true. One guy I knew really was shot in Dresden for taking a teapot that wasn't his. Another guy I knew really did threaten to have his personal enemies killed by hired gunmen after the war. And so on. I've changed all the names.

I really did go back to Dresden with Guggenheim money (God love it) in 1967. It looked a lot like Dayton, Ohio, more open spaces than Dayton has. There must be tons of human bone meal in the ground.

I went back there with an old war buddy, Bernard V. O'Hare, and we made friends with a cab driver, who took us to the slaughterhouse where we had been locked up at night as prisoners of war. His name was Gerhard Müller. He told us that he was a prisoner of the Americans for a while. We asked him how it was to live under Communism, and he said that it was terrible at first, because everybody had to work so hard, and because there wasn't much shelter or food or clothing. But things were much better now. He had a pleasant little apartment, and his daughter was getting an excellent education. His mother was incinerated in the Dresden fire-storm. So it goes.

He sent O'Hare a postcard at Christmastime, and here is what it said:

"I wish you and your family also as to your friend Merry Christmas and a happy New Year and I hope that we'll meet again in a world of peace and freedom in the taxi cab if the accident will."


"If the accident will."

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A lil' gift for whoever adopts Llyr :D <3

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I really did go back to Dresden with Guggenheim money (God love it) in 1967. It looked a lot like Dayton, Ohio, more open spaces than Dayton has. There must be tons of human bone meal in the ground.

I went back there with an old war buddy, Bernard V. O'Hare, and we made friends with a cab driver, who took us to the slaughterhouse where we had been locked up at night as prisoners of war. His name was Gerhard Müller. He told us that he was a prisoner of the Americans for a while. We asked him how it was to live under Communism, and he said that it was terrible at first, because everybody had to work so hard, and because there wasn't much shelter or food or clothing. But things were much better now. He had a pleasant little apartment, and his daughter was getting an excellent education. His mother was incinerated in the Dresden fire-storm. So it goes.

He sent O'Hare a postcard at Christmastime, and here is what it said:

"I wish you and your family also as to your friend Merry Christmas and a happy New Year and I hope that we'll meet again in a world of peace and freedom in the taxi cab if the accident will."


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