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Known as both a fierce warrior and powerful sorceress who hailed from Athens, Carman invaded Ireland with her three sons, known as Dub (black, darkness), Dother (evil) and Dian (violence). Using her black magic, she blighted the fruits out of spite and ravaged the lands in her invasion. Only the Tuatha Dé Danann were able to stop her, driving her sons out of the land and imprisoning her, where she eventually died of longing and loneliness. | Known as both a fierce warrior and powerful sorceress who hailed from Athens, Carman invaded Ireland with her three sons, known as Dub (black, darkness), Dother (evil) and Dian (violence). Using her black magic, she blighted the fruits out of spite and ravaged the lands in her invasion. Only the Tuatha Dé Danann were able to stop her, driving her sons out of the land and imprisoning her, where she eventually died of longing and loneliness. | ||
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'''SENSE:''' Like wandering down a dark forested road in the middle of night; certainly it's just your imagination that there are eyes out there in the darkness, that your every single move is being watched from afar. It isn't real, that sensation racing down your spine, that cold chill that makes it seem like something wicked is out there watching and waiting for you. It's cold, like a chilly autumn wind, but completely innocent and harmless. It's just your imagination... | '''SENSE:''' Like wandering down a dark forested road in the middle of night; certainly it's just your imagination that there are eyes out there in the darkness, that your every single move is being watched from afar. It isn't real, that sensation racing down your spine, that cold chill that makes it seem like something wicked is out there watching and waiting for you. It's cold, like a chilly autumn wind, but completely innocent and harmless. It's just your imagination... | ||
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'''SMELL:''' The scent of biting autumn rain and wet leaves. The sweet and pungent scent of overly-ripened apples. | '''SMELL:''' The scent of biting autumn rain and wet leaves. The sweet and pungent scent of overly-ripened apples. | ||
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'''SOUND:''' The whisper of leaves, the distant movement of something stirring through fallen foliage. | '''SOUND:''' The whisper of leaves, the distant movement of something stirring through fallen foliage. | ||
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Persona & Resonance
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"I am thou... thou art I. I am Carman, sorceress of black magicks, mother of darkness, evil and violence..." Known as both a fierce warrior and powerful sorceress who hailed from Athens, Carman invaded Ireland with her three sons, known as Dub (black, darkness), Dother (evil) and Dian (violence). Using her black magic, she blighted the fruits out of spite and ravaged the lands in her invasion. Only the Tuatha Dé Danann were able to stop her, driving her sons out of the land and imprisoning her, where she eventually died of longing and loneliness. SENSE: Like wandering down a dark forested road in the middle of night; certainly it's just your imagination that there are eyes out there in the darkness, that your every single move is being watched from afar. It isn't real, that sensation racing down your spine, that cold chill that makes it seem like something wicked is out there watching and waiting for you. It's cold, like a chilly autumn wind, but completely innocent and harmless. It's just your imagination... SMELL: The scent of biting autumn rain and wet leaves. The sweet and pungent scent of overly-ripened apples. SOUND: The whisper of leaves, the distant movement of something stirring through fallen foliage.
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