o'keefe, maggie

[maggie]

you're my brand of heroin ,
magdalene gael o’keefe


"You truly are one frightening little monster."
~Jasper Hale~

character full name: Magdalene Gael O’Keefe
alias: Maggie, Mini-Mag, Mags, Squirt, Little One
age: 173/15
birthday: January 1847
affiliation: Irish Coven
status: carnivore vampire

"I'd noticed that his eyes were black - coal black."
~Isabella Swan~

eyes: crimson, doe-eyed, thick lashes. Maggie uses a smoky eye kit a lot to play around with Siobhan and Liam, batting her eyes like those girls on CoverGirl commercials.
hair: bright red, falls to her shoulder-blades, curly. She keeps it down but sometimes wears it in a ponytail.
height: 5’1
weight: 92
distinguishing features: Her hair, her huge smile.
general appearance: Cute would be an excellent to describe our Maggie here. She’s a rather small girl, only five feet tall. Her weight can be seen as scarily thin- she was on the verge of death by starvation when she was changed, and though her transformation let her gain a bit of weight onto her scrawny figure, she still looks very skinny. Her face is round and exceptionally beautiful features, set in a way that makes her seem unbearably cherubic and childlike. That angelic face is embellished with lovely characteristics- her trademarks, how Maggie stands out.

That flame-colored hair is her most recognizable feature- the way it curves and waves and the simple scarlet color of it is perfect- perfect as it should be, since she is a vampire. To match the unique tresses, are her eyes. Maggie is famously doe-eyed- she looks achingly sweet and innocent, though her eyes are not brown but a bloody crimson color. Her smile is almost a work of art in itself- those shiny white teeth and perfect petal-shaped lips can stretch wide and adorably.

"I will always tell you the truth."
~Alice Cullen~

likes:
-Siobhan
-Liam
-Meadows
-Flowers
-Singing
-Her hair
-Snakes
-Romance novels
-Playing dress up!
-Kids
dislikes:
-The Pure Ones
-Nighttime
-Rain
-Being Alone
-Bad hair days!
-Meanies!
-Stupid humans that lie so much they give her a headache.
-Lots of profanity
-Weeds in her flower garden
-Bad boys.
ambitions: Maggie wants to find some of her relatives.
abilities: Maggie is unbearably adorable, innocent, and has the ability to tell when people are doing or saying something that is not how they truly feel.
secrets: She wants to be a vegetarian vampire, but won’t ask Siobhan because she knows they like their lifestyle. She liked the Volturi, and is angry that the Pure Ones have taken over. She fears the Pure Ones will take over their coven and destroy her family.
personality: Typically, Maggie acts like a girl, not the lady her family considered her in her time.
The childlike trait has never worn off in all her 150+ years, leaving her innocent but whiny. It is astounding how she resembles a little girl in both her appearance and personality. Talkative and clingy, she is attached to her covenmates, who to her are as important as parents. Maggie is quite a cheerful soul, never shy, especially when her humans are around.

‘Her’ humans are the entire mortal population of Sallybrook, Ireland, where she grew up. She spends a lot of her time there, chatting with the only humans she has no desire to feed from. Familiar with the fact most of them are her family; Maggie has a good friend in the village, a young girl with the name of Susan Burke. Susan is her great grand niece, her sister’s son’s daughter’s daughter. Quite a mouthful, isn’t it? To the humans, Maggie is a sweet girl who converses with everyone. Her true nature they will never know.

Maggie acts spoiled, but not by her human parents. No, far from that. Siobhan and Liam barely did anything either. Here’s your answer: she’s not. She acts like it because she wants people to see her as a rotten child. Why would she want such a bad reputation? Simple; because it tempts them to spoil her themselves. Clever, eh? One bat of her long, thick lashes will get her what she wants from most people. It’s quite a fun thing to act as.

To put Maggie in a good light, she isn’t that whiny, clingy child most people think of her as. Her personality falls into all those categories, yes, but it is far from all she is. She is happy and kind, rarely raising her voice or speaking harshly. A generous soul, she will give even if it isn’t hers to give. To her prey, which is any human not from Sallybrook, Maggie is very civilized towards them, usually knocking them out before she drank their blood, which she did quickly. She does not taunt or torture them, or call them stupid or silly, because she remembers when she was just like them and remembers the disrespect that was present when Siobhan changed her.

"Don't get your family slaughtered for pride."
~Carlisle Cullen~

mother: brigid roisin (quinn) o’keefe, deceased at eighty-one
father: monroe alroy o’keefe, died at seventy-nine, lawyer
siblings:
kane alroy o’keefe, four years older than maggie, deceased at seventy-four, architect
fallon darby o’keefe (burke), two years older than maggie, deceased at sixty, housewife
patrick seamus o’keefe, one year older than maggie, deceased at thirty-two, lawyer
darcy maebh o’keefe , one year older than maggie, deceased at ninety-eight, nurse
others: maebh clodagh quinn, deceased at eighty-two, maggie’s maternal grandmother
fionn patrick quinn, deceased at eighty-three, maggie’s maternal grandfather
history: Miss Brigid Quinn was a lovely red-haired girl at the ripe-old age of sixteen that every man wanted for their bride. The man her parents chose was an attractive one but more than double her age. Monroe O’Keefe was charming and polite, with dark brown curls and blue eyes. It was two years of happy reunion before their first child was born.
Kane was the oldest, a noisy and aggressive boy with dark blond hair and blue eyes.
After two years, the prettiest child was born, Fallon Darby. She was vain and angelic acting to her parents, though she was cruel to her sisters for fear they would be more beautiful than her. She had her father’s dark hair and mother’s emerald eyes.
Darcy and Patrick were the twins- both with auburn hair and brown eyes. Patrick was a quiet, musical boy who was quite wary and uncaring towards his youngest sister. Darcy was awkward but very loving towards everyone, the only one in the family who truly loved the youngest child.
Then there was the youngest, Magdalene. Perhaps the most important on this side of the story.

Magdalene, from a young age, insisted that she be called Maggie, but only Darcy and Patrick referred to her as that. At first she was charming and innocent, grabbing her mother’s skirts and clinging to her father’s leg.
But when Maggie was four, an incident with her oldest brother changed everything.
Kane was quite a mischievous boy at the time, always playing pranks on his siblings and parents.
He was feeding his horse, Buckeye, at the time, while Maggie quietly napped on a hay-bale.
“You know, Kane, I know you snapped Patrick’s penny whistle.” Her sleepy voice rose so her brother could hear it.
“What?” The boy dropped his shovel and whipped around to face the bairn.
“You did, you did, you did…” Maggie said in a sing-song voice, smiling.
“No I didn’t!”
“You’re lying, big brother.”
“How do you know.”
“I just do.”
Kane’s eyes widened. He hung up his shovel on the hook of Buckeye’s stall, patted the horse on the head, before leaving hastily, tossing these words over his shoulder: “You’re a freak, Magdalene.”
Kane informed his parents of this incident, and they began to monitor their youngest’s behavior. She would speak up whenever they dropped a fib. Her father would scream at her for it, causing the child to break down into tears, and then he would whip her. Sometimes he would starve her for a week or two if she did it in public, along with beat her, and still make her work on their farm. Darcy always felt sorry for her baby sister and snuck her food.
Brigid and Monroe were on the verge of reporting the young girl of witchcraft, which would have pleased their neighbors, who thought of Maggie as ‘that demonic child of the O’Keefe’s’.
But, once the potato blight hit the family, Monroe decided to keep her as extra help on the farm.
Maggie had grown quieter, though if she so much as slipped up in her work she would be beaten for it.
The girl was thirteen when her parents talked of moving to America. Maggie packed just like her siblings, believing fervently that she was going with them.
Oh, how wrong she was.

Brigid and Monroe rounded up four of their children, hustling them quickly into the wagon and going off in the middle of the night. Fallon, Kane, and Patrick were informed that their sister had been left sleeping soundly in her pallet.
Darcy was carried, completely passed out, onto the wagon. When she awoke that morning, her family told her that Maggie had fallen off into the river they had crossed and had disappeared down the current. Darcy screamed and cried at her sister’s demise, demanding they go back for the girl. Her parents refused and kept on their way.
Maggie awakened ready to go, but found her home empty except her elderly maternal grandparents, who she had been left to care for.

She worked long and hard days to provide food for the only people who cared the slightest bit about her, not eating near enough herself.
Her grandmother always tried to keep the girl from starvation by offering her the small amount of food she had, but Maggie refused violently.
Her remaining family grew worried of Maggie, who often collapsed with hunger pains and slept shivering and shaking.
The girl had grown stick thin- her thighs were inches from touching, you could see her ribs clearly, her face was bony and desperate, with hallowed eyes and parched lips.
It was when Maggie began her walk down to Cork that sealed her fate.
Her grandparents needed yeast for bread, and Maggie was hoping to be able to steal some from the market.
Then she met the two people who changed her life forever.

The emaciated girl stumbled and staggered on the dirt road, carrying nothing but a now terribly loose dirty dress.
There were two figures across the road. They whispered to themselves, too quietly for Maggie to hear. But, what truly spoke out to her, was how they were completely pale and had blood red eyes. They also were a healthy weight, unlike most of the people in Ireland at the time.
The girl ran up to them, steps unsteady. Her stomach screamed for food. “I-I know what you are!” She accused, stabbing a bony finger in their direction.
The beautiful woman gasped, probably at the sight of the deathly thin Maggie. “What would be, dear one?” She asked, curiously.
“You’re not human!”
“Oh, dear, how could you say that? Everybody is human.”
“You’re lying.”
“Alright…I’m a sprite.”
“Lie.”
“I’m a fairy.”
“Lie.”
“I’m a pillywiggin.”
“Lie.”
“I’m a goddess.”
“Lie.”
“I’m a…vampire.”
“L- Truth.” Maggie’s voice shook, and she tried to get away, but the woman had her hand in her grasp.
“Hmm…my name is Clodagh.”
“Lie.”
“My name is Caoimhe.”
“Lie.”
“Oh, alright. My name is Kyra.”
“Lie.”
“My name is Siobhan.”
“Truth.”
Siobhan turned to the man beside her, smiling and almost bouncing on her feet. “Oh, Liam! I know what she is! This is a special human!”
“What, special as in a singer?” He answered in a monotone.
“No, her blood isn’t appealing. She’s starving, it shouldn’t be. If she change her, she’ll have something special…an ability.”
“No, Siobhan. If we change a newborn-”
“Liam, both you and I are newborns. What would be the problem? We could control her.” Siobhan looked petulant.
“Siobhan, the Volturi, have you forgotten?”
“We’ll keep her to us. Besides, this ability she has wouldn’t be something they would want. They have Aro, don’t they?”
“I’m not sure…”
“Oh, come on!”
Liam was silent, still looking unsure. Maggie determined he wanted Siobhan just to himself.
“Oh, never mind. I’ll do it myself.” And with that, the woman leaned forward and buried her teeth into the girl’s thin, bony neck.

It was the worst pain she had ever felt.
It was like all the hunger pains she had ever been victim of, combined and multiplied by hundreds, even thousands. Before she could scream, Siobhan picked the small girl up and covered her mouth.
And then she ran.
It was like she was flying, too fast for anyone to run. The world was blurry around her.
They neared a small white house, and Siobhan set Maggie on the sofa.
The younger girl let out a piercing scream, afterwards shouting “Kill me! Kill me!”.
In her frantic thrashing and pounding, the couch splintered beneath her. Siobhan watched, a mournful look in her cherry red eyes.
Liam paced angrily around, growling at Maggie occasionally.
As soon as the pain resided, there was another burning feeling- in her throat.
Maggie gripped her jugular and bounded to the corner, cowering into it and whimpering quietly.
“Dear, it’s alright…we’re not going to hurt you anymore.” Siobhan crouched in front of her, holding her hand out and speaking softly.
“Why did you do that?” Maggie wailed, holding her throat.
“Oh, croí milis, I’m sorry about the pain you had to endure, I know it was horrible, but it’s all over now…”
“A-Am I a vampire too?” Maggie whispered, gazing up at her with wide eyes.
“Yes, sweet one.”

At first it seemed Liam hated Maggie. He growled and hissed at her whenever she held Siobhan’s hand, which she only held for security at that time. He was almost always harsh towards her, and she developed a fear of him much like she had with her father.
Slowly, probably with the help of Siobhan’s ability, he warmed up to her and now thinks of Maggie as a younger sister of sorts, almost like a daughter.
Maggie and Siobhan share a close, maternal kind of bond. Maggie is always leaning her head against her shoulder and Siobhan strokes her hair. It was the mother/daughter relationship that Maggie had only wished for in her human life.
Her grandparents died a week after Maggie disappeared, and wrote a note to Brigid and Monroe, which they found dust-ridden on their rotting kitchen table.
Magdalene is dead, all because of you.
Darcy later moved back home, and restored her childhood home. She painted pictures of her little sister and hung them on the walls, telling her children Maggie’s tale and making up her fate.
To this day, Maggie still visits her hometown of Sallybrook, knowing that her relatives are there.

"You will never put me through that again."
~Esme Cullen~

player: artemis ‘arty’
age: thirteen
member title: young irish whippersnapper
password: pure
anything else: nooo, except I’ll be finishing renata soon.
rp sample:

”Morning, Miss Maggie.”
The girl blinked innocently up at the speaker, violet eyes wide and welcoming.
“Hi Mr. O’Bryan! How are your grandchildren? I hear Amelia got the flu. Is she better now?” In a conversing tone, she talked brightly to the elderly man sitting across from her.
“Oh, she’s fine now. One day you should meet her.” The man passed her a warm smile.
Maggie flashed a brilliant grin, tapping her fingers on the table.
“You orderin’ anything today, Maggie?”
“Not for me, no sir. My mammy wanted me to pick her up some lunch. Decided I’d sit in a while.” She said happily, tossing her red curls behind her shoulder.
“Right pretty young lady you’re becoming, girl.”
“Thank you very much, sir.” Of coarse Maggie was beautiful. All of her kind were.
“Look’s like your momma’s food is here. I’ll see you, Maggie.”
“You too!” She embraced him gently, as gentle as one would touch a butterfly. Maggie picked up the white bag on the counter, smiled at the old man, and was out of the diner in a matter of seconds.

As soon as she exited the diner and skipped into the backways, she blinked furiously to rid of those annoying contacts. They dissolved and she sighed in relief, swinging the bag behind her.
Maggie adored the humans. So conversational, but also oblivious to what she was. She killed their kind before. In fact, she did it on a weekly basis.
Once she was sure she was out of range of any humans, she began to run.
Maggie became just a blur in the light, her hair whipping around her face like fire.
It was only in about a minute when she reached her home, a cute little white house.
“Siobhan!” She sang, waving the bag around. “I’m hoooome!”
There was no answer. Maggie threw on a petulant pout, realizing she and Liam had left hunting.

“Ruari!” Called the young girl, and up bounded a bright ginger cat, right to her feet.
This was the only animal that trusted Maggie in any way. She had raised her from a tiny kitten, and Ruari adored her for that.
Maggie slid the bag off the Styrofoam box, then carelessly ripped the top off and set it near the steps. The cat eagerly pounced on the food.
“What now…” She mused, scraping her foot on the ground.

"If we had happy endings, we'd all be under gravestones now."
~Rosalie Hale~

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