Name: Alannah Ó Ceallaigh
Aliases: The She-Wolf, Ally, Crazy Eyes, Captain Ireland (she doesn’t get that one)
Age: 19
Birthday: July 15th, 229 AD
Birth Place: Northern Ireland, not far from modern day Belfast
Gender: Female
Powers/Special Skill Set: Enhanced Reflexes, Sharp Teeth and Claws
Editorial Nickname: The Lass from the Past
Alignment: Chaotic Good
How long have they been with X-Factor?: New member. Been with the team for a few months while acclimating to the modern world.
Height: 6’2”
Weight: 146 lbs
Build: Muscular
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Red
Skin Tone: Pale White
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Back covered in a tapestry of old whipping scars.
Personal Style: Alannah has a very limited sense of modern fashion. She mostly wears the practical athletic wear, hoodies, t-shirts and jeans that Serval Corp have provided to her as their guest, having been assured that these are the sorts of things one wears. One thing she insists on is warpaint; before going into battle, she paints a long, blue stripe down the right side of her face and onto her neck. She actually does own a few formal dresses, these having been purchased for her as a gift by several Serval corp employees after she displayed interest in a fashion magazine; she would never, ever let anyone else see her in them, but every now and then when she’s alone she’ll put one on and look at herself in the mirror.
Brave * Headstrong * Passionate * Short-tempered * Clever * Distrustful
Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Alannah is, above all else, a fierce, hot-blooded and passionate woman. She speaks her mind and acts on her emotions; whether she’s happy or frustrated, everyone around her is likely to know about it. She makes her judgments about people very fast, and tends to stick with them; it’s hard to win her over if she flagged you as annoying, unworthy or unlikeable, and likewise she is immensely loyal to those who command her respect. That being said, she’s not an open book; she keeps secrets and is generally deeply distrustful of the people around her, often unwilling to open up even to those she respects and refusing to show weakness or vulnerability to anyone.
She’s still learning about the modern world, but though there are gaps in her knowledge and her command of the English language can best be described as ‘improving’, she is by no means slow or foolish, and she hates being treated as such, as a certain Serval employee discovered moments after calling her an ‘idiot savage’ thinking she couldn’t understand and moments before being defenestrated, a word she learned later that day. Alannah is possessed of a keen mind that is constantly absorbing information and working to understand the world around her; in particular, she has a great, if often cynical, sense for people, their feelings and motivations and how they may react to certain things.
Habits: Gouging streaks out of objects when she’s annoyed, noticeably sniffing people when she meets them.
Hobbies: Reading the classics – she has a lot of catching up to do.
Fears: - Being enslaved, having her will taken away
- Being seen as weak or unworthy
- Heights
Likes: 6 minimal
- Fighting
- Hiking
- Revenge
- Schlocky action movies
- Books
- Potato Chips
Dislikes: 6 minimal
- Guns
- Being talked down to
- Sugary things
- The last 1500 years of Irish history
- Perfume
- Flying
General World Skills: - Knows how to inspire crowds
- Good at reading people's intentions
- Tracking
- Knows a lot about a very specific place and time in history
Combat Skills: - Enhanced hand-to-hand combat: With her enhanced strength, reflexes and ability to grow her teeth and nails to long, lethal points, Alannah is a whirlwind of disembowelment in a fight.
- Archery
- Pre-modern military tactics
Medical Issues/InjuriesPossessions: - Clothing, provided by Serval Corp
- Bookshelf, stocked with a list of 100 recommended English language classics.
- ‘Learn English Today! The Complete Set’ DVDs
- iPhone, provided by Serval Corp. No idea how to use it.
- Beaded necklace, keepsake of her mother.
- Her old battle attire, patchwork brown and blue furs
- Composite bow, three full quivers
Why did you join X-Factor?: Serval Industries rescued Alannah from being eternally adrift in time and since then have done their best to help her integrate into this strange new world she’s found herself in, and as a rule they have been very kind and helpful. She has nowhere else to go and nothing else to do, so when Serval offered her the opportunity to work for them, to fight their battles and make a place for herself, she jumped at the chance.
General History: Alannah was born in the northern part of Ireland, though it wasn’t called that at the time, some 1700 years ago. She was born the second of three child, to a small tribe not far from what would one day be Belfast. For most of her life, she had a fairly peaceful childhood, though she chafed under the expectations of her family and her clan, that she would be purchased as a wife by a prosperous young man and live as a mother and a homemaker. At night she dreamt of heroes and of battle, of defeating great foes side by side with Cuchulain, of slaying giants on the causeway, of leading great hosts to war. She begged her father and her older brother to teach her to fight, but they refused, and she turned away suitor after suitor in defiance. Until one day battle came to her, in a way she never would have hoped.
She recognized the invaders from stories, by their shining armor, their red cloaks, and by the flags they bore. They were Romans, servants of an Empire from beyond the seas, lead by a man known as Quirimulus Decimus. They attacked Alannah’s tribe under the cover of darkness, and although they fought bravely, they were no match for the Romans’ numbers or their leader’s sorcerous powers, for light itself swirled around his hands, and many good men fell before him. Allie’s family was slaughtered in front of her eyes, and she was enslaved, brought to the massive Roman war camp on the shore. Her homeland was being invaded: the sorcerous leader of this force had come in search of power and prestige, aiming to conquer it in his name and in the name of Rome and enslave her people. Alannah lived as a slave for a full week before she took a chance and attempted to escape; she was promptly recaptured, and whipped savagely for her disobedience. As the lash fell on her back, she felt her body swell with a fury she had not known before, and full of rage, grief and anguish for what had been taken from her, she lashed out at the Romans around her, slitting their throats with claws she’d never had before and dodging away from their strikes without even knowing she was doing it. She did not know it at the time, but she was an early mutant: not a homo sapien but a homo superior, from long before the phenomenon was common or recognized. She fought her way free and ran into the hills, eventually collapsing from exhaustion on the moors. And when she awoke, her mind was fixed on one thing: vengeance.
For the next year and a half, Alannah travelled the width and breadth of her homeland, seeking allies. Though initially she was ridiculed, a slight girl seeking to lead a warhost, but when she defeated several of her most outspoken critics in single combat, opinions were changed. She drew stalwart followers to her side, and fought back against the invasion. She was not the military leader of the campaign against the Romans, but she was its symbol and its face; she was her people’s She-Wolf, with the power of ancient heroes, and they would have followed her into any battle. Finally, they mounted an assault on the Roman war camp, seeking to drive the invaders from their lands, and Alannah was at the forefront, spilling blood alongside her fellow warriors. Finally, she faced Quirimulus the sorcerer in single combat, and as she ripped into his chest, he cursed her with his dying breath. There was a swirl of magic around her, and everything went dark.
For some time, Alannah drifted in the dark – she could not say for how long. She was floating in nothing, cast out of time, the grey currents of eternity slipping past her, until eventually she was drawn back in. She awoke in a grey room, in a bed softer than any she had ever known, and a woman explained to her in uncertain, unfamiliar Gaelic that she had been adrift in time, but that scientists working on advanced technology at Serval had discovered her and brought her through, some 1700 years from the time she’d disappeared. The revelation numbed her; everyone she had known, everything she had fought for, were long gone and forgotten. She remained at the Serval Company for several months, learning the language and ways of the new world she found herself in, before she was deemed ‘more or less ready’ to serve on the X-Factor.
Character Quote: “Speak like I can't hear you and I will rip out your throat with my teeth.”
Theme Song: Soldier, Poet, King – The Oh Hellos Anything Else: Spider-Man (I know, basic)
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