Ayren Eilís Mullhall
She had brightened the lives of those around her
▾ Name:
Ayrie, Little Warrior, Survivor
▾ Age:
20
▾ Gender:
Female (she/her)
▾ Sexuality:
Pansexual
▾ Relationship Status:
Single and ready to mingle
▾ Piercings, Tattoos, Scars:
A long scar in the center on her chest from the many heart surgeries she's had.
▾ Enthusiastic ▾ Naïve ▾ Creative ▾ Scatter-brained ▾
▾ Skills:
- Persuasion
Aided with her childlike innocence, an air of honesty, not to mention a cute face that's hard to say no to. - Courage
Be it wanting to live life to the fullest, or stupidity, she's up for anything. - Patience
Having laid around in bed doing nothing fun all her life makes one very enduring to long periods of waiting. - Improvise
Despite being spacey, Ayren can act quickly and think of a solution quickly if time calls for it.
▾ Hometown:
Ballymacarbry, Ireland
▾ Cause of Death:
She died of a broken heart.
Literally of course, and not like a hopeless romantic, more like being born with a deformed heart. Slow and painful, which is best how to describe her suffering in life, not that she'd admit to it, the constant smile on her face would have told you otherwise. She believed her existence was selfish, forcing her mother to pay bill after bill, Ayren unable to work due to her fragility and ability to get sick at a drop of a hat. It was because of this guilt that despite everyone's efforts, she tried to help out as much she could, be it cleaning up the house she was imprisoned in, cooking or just listening to your troubles.
Of course then came the one day she didn't wake up, her heart had simply given out after years of straining. As boring and unheroic much to her disappoint it was, her death definitely surprised her mother when she found her daughter's lifeless body, something's she's tried to prepare for all of Ayren's life. Sort of like a fire drill, but instead of a fire consuming her home, it was the fire of her child's life that had been extinguished.
▾ Years Reborn:
Two
▾ Living Biography:
Born in a small village literally none had heard of in the middle of nowhere in Ireland, it suited the empty shell of a person Ayren would grow up to be, existing but never to be heard of. She was apparently the luckier of the twins that were born, her brother never making it, but she somehow had. Her father was just a mistake of a drunkard who was more than likely dead in a ditch by the time she came into the world. Not that he mattered much anyway. What did matter, though, would be the trials and tribulations Ayren put her mother through just by being alive.
It was obvious that she was not a healthy child to start with, being born too soon didn't help. What did help was moving to the states where opportunities were, but with the cost of the family farm, that had been in the family for decades as well any other possession previously held dear, sold. Now with easier access to doctors and other medical needs, Ayren was able to show vital signs of living, but not exactly live.
Ayren was constantly fussed over; a cool draft could become the flu, and the flu could be the end. With a weak heart and weak immune system, she was home schooled and made very little interaction aside from her doctors and mother. She never really felt annoyed by the attention, more so felt guilty for being the cause of so much stress. As a result, she always tried to make those around her happy. Usually in charming ways, be it compliments, singing, jokes, to more harmful like lying about not feeling well to playing like she's getting better, which of course leads to collapsing and causing more worry. Let's just say life wasn't good for Ayren, who tried to milk as much joy out of her dried out boring life as she could.
Until the very end, she tried to make life about others. Remembering the one nurse who drew her blood's favorite flowers, and making them out of origami (which she learned from another nurse who she complimented), saying happy birthday to one doctor, or asking how the grandchild of a regular patient did at his play. Ayren wanted anyone and everyone to feel the happiness she'd never be able to have, but despite her lack of self-worth, she touched those around her without knowing it.
▾ Postmortem Biography:
Ironically in death, she's filled in the husk of a person she could have been, being able to do the things she never was able to whilst constantly bedridden. She has become more keen to explore the world and all its secrets and wonders. Ayren feels lighter than air now that she had shed her constant fear of dying at a moment's notice. It's now her time to shine, despite not really existing anymore, and she's ready to experience what it means to live at any cost.