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MaryOReilly
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[2013-03-16 12:31:27 +0000 UTC]
"Spooktacular"
(Ireland)
# Statistics
Favourites: 2498; Deviations: 5; Watchers: 709
Watching: 959; Pageviews: 83665; Comments Made: 106900; Friends: 959
# Interests
Favorite visual artist: I love all artistsFavorite games: I like board games, when I have the time.
Favorite gaming platform: What's a 'gaming platform' ?
Other Interests: I love to talk with my friends, protect the undead and most importantly, make new friends.
# About me
"Welcome to the O'Reilly Manor.Would you like a room for the night?"
Mary's relationships with muses and characters depend entirely on how that person treats her. If they are kind and respectful, then she will be nothing but nice to you and motherly, often offering tea to newcomers. However, if they are rude, mean and show almost no respect, Mary is shown to be stern, cruel with words and sometimes resorts to threats to get away from her, usually while she points a weapon. Mary lives with her friends and family on a haunted house on top of a gloomy hill, surrounded my a dark forest. Mary is very skilled with the blade of the Underworld, a sword her mother, the founder of the Creepers, once carried before being turned to stone. Mary practiced her entire life to get to the point where she could use her mother's weapon and it finally paid off. She is also known to use magic to summon the dead to assist her in her fights. She has had many spells when born, but a lot of them tend to have a consequence.
Mare's theme:
O'Reilly Manor Theme:
((Note from Arianna: The Wild Dove is nearly 20 minutes long, but if you have time, I'd save this tab and listen to this music while you rp or browse around! It's a wonderful little symphonic poem, and I recommend you listen to it in its entire glory!))
The profile on the left was done by FlutinoCockatiel and the ID pic on the right was by c-ampman
All art and content belong to their rightful owners.
Layout for the page goes to the wonderfully talented FlutinoCockatiel who also drew the beautiful picture at the top of the other box! ^^ Thanks so much, Arianna~β€β€
Relationships:
www.deviantart.com/maryoreilly...
((Skill kinda WIP))
# Comments
Comments: 24950
"My dear, while I'm VERY supportive of your choice to explore my home, I would ask that you not go into my potions room without asking. There could be consequences if you break the wrong bottle. You'd better let me come with you."
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"Oh! Hello darling! You look a little lost. Why don't we have some tea and perhaps I can help you find your way?"
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ooc: Hey! Trying to keep this profile semi clean. If you want to talk out of a character or as a main to the mun, reply here! ^^
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"My dear, while I'm VERY supportive of your choice to explore my home, I would ask that you not go into my potions room without asking. There could be consequences if you break the wrong bottle. You'd better let me come with you."
REPLY HERE
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-βοΈ- Revath was in the guest room bed, awake after a bit of a bad dream. But it wasnβt as surprising as someone decided to enter the house via a window, but the Witcher knew the newcomer. He was being comforted and hugged by his vampire friend, ironically not even knowing he was so close to a vampire.
-βοΈ- Soon the Witcher looked over at the doorway to notice someone there.
"please donβt kick him out.. Svagear is my friend, and I missed him."
"he wonβt break in again or cause trouble, I promise."
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She looked at them and back at the intruder and folded her arms before locking the door to the potions room.Β
"Very well, but make sure you keep them away from rooms you need my supervision in. If that bottle had broken any closer, they would have turned into something.2 she said, kneeling to examine the potion.
"It looks like my human to cat elixir, so no big loss there." she said, smiling. "Would they like to join us for dinner?"
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-βοΈ- He watched, tilting his head slightly. He himself had potions, but they were lethal, as even the weakest was poisonous to a normal mortal.
"i will, and heβs smart enough too. A human to cat? That sounds funny."
-βοΈ- Soon the vampire decided to speak up.
"yes, I would very much like to."
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She giggled slightly. "I suppose it is pretty funny." She said. "It was actually an experimental formula."
She smiled and bowed her head, leading them with her to the kitchen.
"Great~! I was about to get started. How do you like your meat?" She asked
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ooc. don't take the man seriously he's joking lmao
" Someone told me women are like good wine. Best left to mature in a cellar. "
" A coffin sounds like a better option, don't you think? "
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ooc: I never do and I wasn't ready for this Tom foolery XD
Mary looked at him amd raised a brow with a smirk. She brushed past him oh so playfully
"Rhys, if you're suggesting burying me alive, it's a little early in our relationship for THAT kinda talk, don't you think~?" She teased, ironically heading towards the wine cellar.
"But I suppose you could let them mature...But can't you take the chance to "Presurve" them as they were so they're youthful forever~?" She asked, holding a skull and admiring it
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A small, faint smirk of his own grazed his features when he followed her to the wine cellar. Naturally the vampire wouldn't say something like this without any reason; it was simply fitting, but not something he would actually do, at least not with Mary.
" My dear, I don't recall suggesting burying you alive. I only thought instead of using the wine cellar a coffin would be more suitable. " He stated, taking a look around to find the wine he was aiming for. " But indeed, nothing can strike more than eternal youth~. "
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She pouted playfully at him
"Pity~" she purred, pretenting to be disappointed as she looked over bottles.
"Are you offering to measure me for one~?" She teased. "I don't mind but I want there to be room for two so I can bring a friend~"
She took out old bottles to read the years. "Still...you have a point~ A cellar would be giving them a generous abount of space to move around in~"
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" My sentiments exactly. " He agreed, glancing over at her while something came across his mind. Rhys remembered something she once told him regarding her imaginings of coffins and such. His thought was mainly for future references; something that still had time.
The man smirked to himself before he reached for a bottle, checking the year. " You didn't tell me you have so many great wines. I may become an alcoholic one day. "
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She giggled a bit at his statement and checked the year. "1862, great choice~" she said, putting the two bottles she held back where they were. She had them all organized by date on the racks.
"A lot of them are gifts from my guests for the rooms here. Some were buried with wines and just give them to me as a token of appreciation. Either that or my father's clients like to bring them. Before I met you, they were just kind of sitting here, only opened at weddings or something. Father doesn't like wine and I don't drink it too often, the one exception being with you of course~" she said. She laughed a bit at his joke.
"I'd be amazed if I even saw you drunk, Rhys, let alone an alcoholic~"
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Rhys examined the wine bottle while listening attentively to her. Now he wasn't so surprised anymore why all those great wines had been stored there. A small chuckle escaped him at her remark, causing him to give her a faint amused look. " Last time I was drunk I was twenty, and I do not rememeber that much about that night, except that I woke up to a delicious bloodbath. I probably should of feel sorry for those souls, but I don't. " He confirmed with a mischievous smirk.
" I can assure you, you won't be amazed, my dear. And it won't happen again. " He moved over to her, smirking softly. " But we all have our dark sides, don't we~? "
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She smirked and put a hand on her hip. "You should feel sorry~? When was that rule made~? Let them suffer~" she asked as she giggled, leading him back up the stairs to get them some glasses. Once they came back up, she tugged him close by the short to tease him as always.
"Oh, darling...You don't know the half of my dark side~" she purred playfully, using the distraction to slip the bottle from his hand. Once she stepped back she held it up and wiggled it in her hand teasingly as she turned to get glasses. Toying with him was top of her favorite past times.
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((Aww! Thank you so much! ^^))
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((I'm very grateful you think that! ^^ If you ever wanted to rp, let me know! ^^))
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((Ah! I see. Nothing to worry about then! ^^ I still appreciate the compliment))
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Harley jumped when she heard the other's words. She took a step foward and quickly turned around to face the other. Just where did she come from? She tightened the grip of her cartoonishly large mallet. Ready to attack if necessary.
"Back off. Whatever is in there is mine."
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Mary folded her arms, not very intimidated by the clown girl.
"My dear, please stop this foolishness. Everything in that room ks cursed and can cause mayhem if you break one...and if you have that big hammer with you, that will surely happen. How about you join me for tea instead?"
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She swung the hammer at the woman. Hoping to hit her leg. Forget getting the valuables. Destroying everything in there sounds more fun.
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Mary disappeared into black smoke, appearing again behind the women and whispering.Β
"Your funeral, darling..." before disappearing again with a laugh echoing through the halls. The lights started to blow out
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It takes a lot more than a laugh echoing in the halls to scare harley. And now that the weird lady was gone she could do whatever she wanted in this house. She could steal some stuff and destroy some stuff just to see what would happen.
She entered the house, looking around to see what seemed priceless and what seemed fun to destroy.
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When a door was opened...something grabbed at her leg, claws digging into the clown woman's skin as something growled. It sounded like an animal, but felt like a human hand with hair and claws.
A warewolf...
It lifted its head and barked loudly in her face, but it wasn't letting go. The same woman laughing could be heard somewhere in the room.Β
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"Oh! Hello darling! You look a little lost. Why don't we have some tea and perhaps I can help you find your way?"
REPLY UNDER HERE
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OOC: Hey! Trying to keep this profile semi clean. If you want to talk out of a character or as a main to the mun, reply here! ^^
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"My dear, while I'm VERY supportive of your choice to explore my home, I would ask that you not go into my potions room without asking. There could be consequences if you break the wrong bottle. You'd better let me come with you."
REPLY HERE
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It had been a stressful day, and Pierce was anything but in the mood to accompany his best friend to some Manor he thought was haunted. His friend heard of a few peculiar things and simply had to satisfy his curiosity. His inquisitional nature was not helping matters in that case. Pierce could only emit a soft sigh when the duo found themselves in front of the house, already tired of hearing his friend's theories about the supernatural. Even if it should be true and this house was different, Pirece had zero patience to deal with any of this.
" Now what? You don't really wanna knock on that door, do you? " Pierce shot his friend aΒ weary look whilst receiving an elated smile from Tom who was more than willing to investigate.Β It was then that the blonde boy eventually moved over to the sturdy door in hope to meet someone.
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Mary hummed softly. She could be faintly heard on the other side of the door.
The door was about eight feet high and creaked open, groaning an almost human-like way. She stood before them and flashed a sweet smile at the strangers.
"Why hello gentlemen~!" she greeted, removing a hand from the door to curtsy at them. "You poor loves must be so cold and hungry. Who knows how long you were out there for? Would you like to come in?" she offered, opening the door more to invite the strangers in. The house had a very Victorian style to it. A grand stairwell in the back of the room with gargoyles at the end of the stairs, holding candles. It DID use modern electricity, however.
The smell of the food she was cooking came from the kitchen. Smelled like she was cooking meat and vegetables.
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" i heard you could speak to the dead... "
/ obito approaches the young woman completely disguised in his mask, long black cloak and skin tight fabric which covered every inch of him. he had been travelling for days to find this mage who could supposedly communicate with the parted.
/ normally the masked man would never do something like this. it was purely out of desperation to see someone dear to him once again.
/ he lowers his hood
" is this true... ? "
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Mary had been watering black roses when the man approached her. She didn't react to the fact he wore a mask over his face. Compared to her guests, a masked man was normal.
"Yes, my dear. I can speak to the departed. I know it sounds insane, but it's true. I'm just curious as to how you found out." she said, putting down her watering can. Her house and the hill it was on was pretty much in the middle of no where.
"But we shouldn't worry too much about that. Why don't you join me for tea and we can discuss whomever you wish to contact in the afterlife." she offered, holding out her hand
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Obito was good at his research for he had come across beings who possessed all kinds of abilities during his time as a criminal leader. However, this was something the one-eyed man was not sure would work - and Obito wasn't the type to be messed around by false magicians who promised him visions of his beloved.Β " I'm not looking for tea, " he spoke as he helped himself to the seat in front of her. The mask did not hinder his deep voice. " I need to know if this is something you can do for me. I'll pay you anything. "
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"I can do this, but there's no need to pay me, my dear. You shouldn't have to charge someone just for re-connecting with a loved one that had passed away. It may take a moment to locate them in the Underworld, but if they're down there, they'll appear soon." she said, pouring him a cup anyway to be polite.
"Tell me about who it is you want me to summon so I can get a good picture of them. I can let you see their spirit...or I can allow them to have a physical form for 12 hours. I'm afraid that's how long the spell lasts, so I'd make it count. I don't do it very often, so you are VERY special~!" she said, smiling sweetly.
"Keep in mind, it will not be the same appearance or form they had when alive, but enough for you to know it IS indeed them."
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