Alias: Carolyn Nack
Gender: Female
Age: Unknown
Ethnicity: Faerie/Caucasian
Hometown: Ireland
Affiliation: Neutral
Purity: Pure

Magic Type: Innate - Faerie borne
Active status: Active

Primary Ability: Shadow Weaving

• Caoranach, like many minor deities, was born with a unique set of abilities to help them fill a specific role within the grand tapestry of the world. In the aftermath of her confrontation with a certain group of mages, many of her more awe-inspiring abilities have been sealed away. Now most of her abilities lie in her ability to spin illusions and minor manifestations from the shadows around her.
  

Secondary Ability: Dreamstep

• As a Celtic deity, Caoranach has retained most of her ability to travel through the dreams of sleeping mortals. This can be used for a variety of uses, but she has only ever used it as a way of sharing experiences.
  

History: Caoranach was born as the youngest daughter of the Faerie Queen Titania and King Oberon, in the time when life on the Emerald Isle was still young. As one of only a handful of true Fae, born from the union of the King and Queen, her mother told her that she would be destined for great things in the blossoming world. While her siblings went off to realize their own roles, she lingered around, and observed Titania at work. With a gentle and skilled touch, the Queen of Faeries worked day and night as she created the Lesser Fae from Nature's Bounty that Oberon had made. She saw elves born from leaves and saplings, giants born from stone, dragons born from fire, sylphs from the wind, and vast leviathans from the sea. They were all beautiful and majestic, and Titania seemed to enjoy having her daughter show an interest in her work.

Caoranach herself had been born to become the Maiden of Darkness, but Titania had an idea. “My sweet daughter, how would you like to help me with my work?” the Queen asked. The young Fae still had not found her form, as she had been unsure as to what form it was she had wanted to take. Some of her siblings chose to remain formless, while others had emulated the forms of their parents. “I shall create for you a body, a form I have been planning for some time, and with this form you shall be both of the Fae and of the material world. Walk among it and its denizens. Then, just I created the Fae, I shall give you the ability to create, use it to help me make this world full and bountiful.”

Caoranac agreed wordlessly, and sat to wait as Titania went to work creating a form specially for her beloved daughter. With no sense of time, she watched formlessly as the Queen of Creation made a work of art just for her. The leaves and saplings that made the elves were the first to take form, creating he bones; then the soils and ores that created the giants worked they way into place, defining her form and creating her muscles; the waters of the levithans made her blood and fluids; flower petals born on the sylvan winds became her skin; dragon's fire formed her heart; and wisps Caoranach's own shadows were woven to make her midnight hair. Once Titania's masterpiece had been completed, the Queen placed Caoranach's ethereal being into the beautiful form; thus providing it with its soul. Born anew, Caoranach took her first breath of this familiar but fresh world.

“Now, my child, walk among this world,” Titania said to her, her voice tired from the work. “You shall become the Mother of the next generation, the spirits. They shall become the mortar of this world, completing the gaps in my own work. I look forward to seeing what you can do.” With that, her mother went to rest as Caoranach left to go experience this new world.

Caoranach roamed for many years as she tried to figure out exactly what it was her mother expected of her. Finally, the realization came to her as she walked the countryside. In recent years, a new creature and its flock had come to the shores of Erie; Humans. They were curiously short lived beings, and weren't born from the world the same way the Fae and Lesser Fae had been. They had crossed the ancient seas of the leviathans and bent the elements rather than conforming. She observed them from afar for a time, and at first she thought they were elementals, born in a manner similar to her, but lacking the being of a true Fae. After she finally worked up the courage to venture into the settlement she had been watching one night, it she could tell that they were simply unrelated. While disappointed, she watched them more closely and saw these early men to be skittish and defensive. She concealed herself from them, but it seemed they were still accutely aware of the presense of Fae. She thought she would like to help them, and that's when she had her idea for what to make. Rushing off to the forests, she found a cotton tree and harvested a bundle of the fluff. Forming it together, she called a slyph to give it a breath, and with a spark the bundle took its form. Overjoyed by her first creation, she was unsure what to name it, but eager for the spirit to begin its life, she named it Cottonfly.

Taking it down into the settlement the next night, the Cottonfly happily bounced from homestead to homestead, and the men of the village slept peacefully. In her joy, Caoranach made dozens more. Not just of cottonflies, but of new spirits; each one to help in some way. She made spirits that would help the crops the humans sowed, spirits to ward off the chill of the winters, spirits that would follow around the men and keep them company. She made spirits with such inspiration and eagerness, certain that each one of her children would go out and help those that called the world home, but in her haste she found that her creations had flaws unlike those made of her Mother's hand. Not all of the spirits she made were welcomed, and some even became a part of what mankind began to fear; but each one of them found their own place in the new world.

Some years later, Titania had awoken from her slumber and looked out on the world that had grown while she slept. King Oberon had done wonders with the world, and her children were managing the natural order as they were entrusted, but what caught her attention were all of the creatures that now roamed along side her old creations. One of the most prevelent were the creatures call Humans but interspersed throughtout their society and even among the Fae. Summoning her daughter to her husband's Royal Grove, her youngest daughter arrived rather sheepishly. When Titania made it clear that she wanted to discuss the spirits Caoranach had created, the young Fae was immediately apologetic.

“Peace, my sweet Caoranach,” Titania said. “Why would I be angry at you for doing exactly as I entrusted you to do? Everything must be in balance in this world. For every elf that cultivates the forest, there is a dragon that shall start a blaze; and from the ash new life may grow. For every hill and mountain the giants make, the sylphs and leviathans wear them back down to the sea. That is the nature of this world. A spirit that causes unease when one travels in the wilds at night keeps the man on his toes and alert. And those adorable cotton ones that help give deep and restful sleep can leave them vulnerable and exposed. There must always be balance my dear, and know that I am so incredibly proud of your work.”

With her Mother's words of wisdom fresh in her mind, Caoranach went back out into the world the continue her other duties as a Fae. Days turned to years, years into centuries, and centuries into millenia as Caoranach walked among the humans of the world, observing them as both they and her own children grew and became a part of the world. In time, she even began to walk among them, experiencing their cultures first hand. Over time, she noticed a subtle change in the humans, the ones who had been more aware of the Faeries and spirits had begun to develop the ability further. Before too long these men became the early form of mages.

These mages came in almost as many varietes as spirits did. The fascet that came to interest her the most were the group that invested their studies into the natural world and the spirits within it; the self-titled Druids. They were surprising indviduals, in that rather than trying to bend the world to their will as many humans sought to do, the Druids sought to work in harmony with the world; seemingly aware of their place in a much larger community. Ever the curious one, Caoranach, and even a couple of her siblings, eventually began to drop in from time to time, offering brief sparks of insight to these Druids.

Many more years later, Caoranach had begun to associate openly with the Druids, but eventually both her and the Order were betrayed by one that they had viewed as a friend and collegue. Caoranach was banished as a part of a larger conspiracy, and her fate created a ripple that was felt far and wide. Her family had become doleful and reclusive, shocked that the humans they had helped foster would lash out at their family. Closing themselves off from the humans, this time marked the end of the Old Era as Faeries no longer lived in harmony with the world of man. The Druids that had reached the height of their influence drew back into their keeps and libraries, as they were now viewed as sacreligious heathens. In the tulmult of the sudden transition, many documents were lost, and much was left to word of mouth. Over time, the Kingdom of Faeries fell into legend, and Caoranach, the Mother of Spirits, became remembered only for the troublesome spirits.

Skill level: 110
Power level: 10
Control: 100
Rank: S

Appearance: Caoranach stands at 6'2“, with an elegant and slender form. Fair in complexion, her skin is pale and smooth, contrasted by long locks of hair as black as a new moon night. Her face is delicate and well formed, with striking dark blue eyes, a small nose, and rosey lips.
Personality: When she was younger, Caoranach had been curious and bubbly, but after the betrayal at the hands of a friend, and almost two millenia of banishment, she has become jaded and has a penchant for teasing and toying with others; Druids in particular.
Magical Outfit: Caoranach wear clothing as elegant as she is, frequently appearing in fine silks and lavish designs.