Sorley

“Green remembers what fire forgets.”

Introduction Sorley “Ian” Corraidhín walks softly between worlds: botanist, spirit-listener, and reluctant healer. A Fianna Theurge of waning moonlight, he trades in roots and memory more than rage. [ edit ] Stereotypes Fianna: The song never dies; it just changes key. Silver Fangs: Pride tastes like ash when the spirits stop singing. Glass Walkers: Machines dream too; they just need translators. Children of Gaia: Too soft? Sometimes softness is the only weapon that still works. Black Spiral Dancers: Every one of them was once a prayer unanswered. [ edit ] Contacts Sorley/Contacts [ edit ] Logs No pages meet these criteria.

Sorley "Ian" Corraidhín The calm between storms. [ edit ] Overview Full Name: Sorley “Ian” Corraidhín Ritename: Green-that-Remembers Race: Garou Faction: Gaian Tribe: Fianna Auspice: Theurge (Waning Crescent) Breed: Homid Rank: Cliath Occupation: Ethnobotanist; Apothecary-in-training Height: 6'0" Eye Colour: hazel Hair Colour: red Renown: Wisdom 3 · Glory 0 · Honor 0 [ edit ] RP Hooks Greenwork: Ethnobotany, herbalism, or odd-plant trades. He keeps a tiny apothecary. Spirit Mediation: Offers cleansings, memorial rites, and plant-based fetishes for the troubled. Lost Kin: Irish roots in a new world — he collects Fianna stories and songs. Nightmares: Sometimes seen sleepwalking under moonlight, murmuring to someone unseen. Academic Tie-ins: Consults with UC Prospect’s biology department about native flora. [ edit ] Disclaimer This page is for **OOC reference only.** All material here is written for cooperative storytelling within *City of Hope MUSH.* Player Contact: Sorley (in-game) or @mail to coordinate scenes. Content Boundaries: Emotional trauma and spiritual horror are fine with prior consent. Do-Not-Use: No non-consensual harm or sexual violence. Fade-to-black preferred for intimacy. [ edit ] Spirit Work Sorley’s communion with the unseen is rooted in the soil itself. He reads omens in leaf-veins and hears ancestral whispers in the rustle of reeds. Where other Theurges summon with rage or silver, he bargains with growth and decay, coaxing spirits through offerings of sap, smoke, and song. [ edit ]

Gallery Moments remembered by root and moonlight. Standing among the wild herbs behind the shop — hands stained with soil and calm. Lantern-light through leaves; the scent of rain and rosemary. The sun catching in his hair — spirit-whisper mid-ritual. Quiet laughter in the greenhouse after midnight, every plant a witness. [ edit ]