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Name:
Neasa Kirra Ní Dhomhnaill
Name Meaning:
Neasa (Irish) | Warrior Queen
Kirra (Turrbal Tribe) | Leaf or Dancing Leaf
Ní Dhomhnaill (Irish) | World Ruler or Ruler of the World
Name Pronunciation:
NEH-sa KEER-uh nee GHO-nuhl
Nicknames:
Rónat | Little Seal | Given by: Papa
Jindarra | Star Eyes | Given by: Mama
Wisp | Folklore Spirit | Given by: The Venturi Family
Open to others!
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Queer (female leaning)
Age:
24 years old
Role:
Venturi Member
Species:
Werewolf
Note: While Neasa usually maintains full control over her transformations, there are moments, particularly when her temper flares or she’s caught off-guard emotionally, where the shift happens instinctively. She rarely shifts unless absolutely necessary. As her mother taught her, shifting isn’t a party trick or a threat to toss around - it’s sacred and should be treated as such. But that doesn’t mean her father’s line doesn’t play a part. During the full moon or when the tides rise in the Atlantic Ocean, her control becomes more fragile, pulling at her like a current she can’t always fight.
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Appearance:
[Credit belongs to Tenebris Umbra. Made only for my usage, no one else has permission to use this. *Note: For the purpose of this rp, her ears are human-shaped and the screla in her eyes are white*]
Neasa is a stunning, regal woman with rich, dark brown skin and an air of quiet power. She stands at 5'7 with a slender and graceful build. Her ears hold a pair of elegant, dangling earrings that sway gently with every movement. Her lips are full and tinted a deep brown, with a lip piercing that catches attention. Around her neck hangs a pendant more dangerous than decorative: a cut crystal vial, faceted like a gemstone and filled with swirling, iridescent liquid, poisonous and alchemically alive.
Her hair is a masterpiece in itself, platinum-blonde locks braided and swept up into a graceful crown-like style. When it's down, it lands just at Neasa's shoulders but she prefers to keep it up. Pale, delicate hairpiece accessories are embedded within her thick strands to help keep it up.
Her doe eyes, a warm earthy brown, are framed by thick, dark lashes and often accentuated with meticulously applied makeup. White, ornate tattoos grace her forehead, neck, chest, shoulder, and upper arm. These tattoos are old traditions within Neasa's mother's culture (The Turrbal Tribe), they’re sigils of protection and power.
Werewolf Form
Neasa’s werewolf form is as arresting and regal as her human one. Standing nearly seven feet tall when fully shifted, she has a lean, sinewy build built for agility rather than brute force, with long limbs that move like coiled silk. Her fur is a mixture of ash-blonde with darkened undertones. Around her shoulders and spine, her fur thickens into a mane-like ridge, giving her a lioness’s silhouette.
Her face retains a haunting beauty, with piercing, amber-gold eyes. The ornate white markings from her human form bleed through her fur as dark markings across her chest, neck, and upper limbs. Her ears remain wolf-shaped but are slightly rounded at the tips. Her claws are long, curved, and sharp as glass.
She doesn’t growl often, but when she does, the sound is low and resonant, echoing through the ribs like a war drum. Neasa’s werewolf form isn’t meant to overwhelm, it is meant to haunt, to stalk, to remind those who face her that she is not just a creature of instinct, but a weapon honed through generations of blood and sacrifice.
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Personality:
Calculating | Mysterious | Quiet | Sly | Patient | Loyal | Protect | Spiritual | Sensual | Observant | Vindictive | Independent | Cunning | Detached | Resonant | Commanding
Neasa Kirra Ní Dhomhnaill moves like a whisper between shadows, never needing to raise her voice to command a room. She is an anomaly among the Venturi, who prefer weaponizing chaos, but that isn't to say she doesn't revel in chaos at times. Her presence is enough, resonant, elegant, and unsettling in its quiet power. With a mind as calculating as a sharpened blade, she always sees five moves ahead, rarely caught off guard. Her sly nature keeps others guessing; she offers little of herself freely, preferring to let people wonder whether her silences are loaded with judgment or curiosity. She observes in stillness, memorizing tone, tension, the subtle shift of someone's weight before a lie leaves their mouth.
Beneath her composed and spiritual surface is a cunning mind and a fiercely independent heart. She walks her own path, grounded in old rituals and the need to live up to mother’s bloodline. Neasa is sensual in a subtle way; in her gaze, the brush of fingers across silk, the effortless magnetism of someone entirely comfortable in their own skin. She does not beg for attention, she draws it like gravity. Detached from sentiment but not without purpose, she watches, calculates, waits. Her loyalty, once earned, is unshakeable but betrayal guarantees a slow, unrelenting retribution. She does not rage. She remembers.
Neasa’s protective instincts run deep, though she rarely shows it in obvious ways. She is patient and sly, playing the long game when others are still scrambling for quick control. Her commands are soft, but weighted with expectation, and people follow her not out of fear but awe. To those under her shield, she is unyielding. To those who cross her, she becomes something colder, more precise, vindictive with poetic justice. Her silence can comfort or destroy, and the line between the two is razor-thin.
Wolves don’t need to show their teeth to be dangerous.
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Voice & Accent:
Neasa's voice has a siren-like quality, low and melodic. Hypnotizing to say the least. There’s a faint Irish lilt coloring her speech, subtle enough that most wouldn’t catch it at first. But in moments when her emotions run high, her accent comes forward, causing her usually silky voice to become more abrasive - almost feral sounding.
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Strengths:
+ Strategic
+ Agile & Stamina
+ Toxicologist
+ Cunning
Weaknesses:
- Tempermental
- Bad with Heights
- Control Issues
- Slightly Deaf in Left Ear
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Origins:
Neasa was born on the wild coasts of western Ireland, in a village where the cliffs sang lullabies and the sea whispered secrets to anyone who dared to listen. Her father, Fionn Ní Dhomhnaill, was one of the last of the old blood wolves, his roots running deep in the ancient packs of the Clann na Farraige on the Aran Isle. His pack was known for their connection with the ocean. Her mother, Djara Wanyi, a fierce spirit of the Turrbal Tribe from Australia, had journeyed to Ireland as a cultural emissary. Her people, living in seclusion for centuries, had long remained isolated. When word spread of the Clans in Ireland, Djara was sent to learn about the Old-world wolves and bring back knowledge to her people, who were seeking to reconnect - and gain reassurance - with the outside world.
What was meant to be a sacred exchange of wisdom became something far more fated when she met Fionn.
Their bond was not gentle. It was instinctive, seismic, written in blood and stars. Together, they became something rare. But peace never lingers long for wolves with enemies. When a failed uprising against a rival Irish bloodline pack – the Crónán – sentenced all of Fionn's clan to death, Djara didn’t hesitate. With newborn Neasa wrapped in woven linen and wolfskin, they vanished beneath a stormy sky, crossing oceans with only their instincts and a shared promise: survival.
They arrived in New York, taken in by the Venturi family, not out of kindness, but strategy. Old-world wolves were dying out, and one born from two forgotten bloodlines was a treasure in plain sight. While her mother's line had the ability to shift at will, her father's line was bound by the moon and the ocean, their transformations tied to the rhythm of the tides and the phases of the moon. Her parents had to wait and see which of Neasa's bloodlines she would obey. Either way, the Venturi's knew a good investment when they saw one.
By adolescence, she could shift at will - which wasn't suprising coming from her mother's more ancient bloodline. Not just a wolf, but something more fluid, something hybrid, elegant, terrifying. She didn’t fight with rage; she dissected with intent. From Djara, she learned the old ways: poisons drawn from ritual, combat grounded in spirit. From Fionn, she learned when to be the storm. She became the bridge her parents had once been. Between bloodlines. Between worlds.
The Venturi quickly became family, despite the initial intention of molding her into a weapon. Over time, strategy gave way to a kind of twisted kinship, one built on shared bloodshed and unspoken debts. Werewolves from different bloodlines became her aunties, uncles, and cousins. They were hers just as much as she was theirs. Neasa doesn't have a tragic backstory like others, her parents are still alive, still madly in love, and still by her side in quiet ways. Before the current matriarch took over, the previous leaders let her parents slip quietly into the background, offering them peace in exchange for their silence and service.
Now in her mid-twenties, Neasa Kirra Ní Dhomhnaill is the Venturis’ velvet-gloved blade, their little Wisp. Every weapon she carries is poison-tipped, crafted with her own steady hands. She doesn't favor bulky arsenals; instead, she wears her lethality with grace, hidden blades, slim needles, and darts dipped in venom.
Family/Kin: Fionn Ní Dhomhnaill – Clann na Farraige (Clan of the Sea), Old Blood
Djara Wanyi – Turrbal Tribe (Australian Indigenous Tribe), Ancient Lineage
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Affiliations:
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Other:
Sabotage
Spring Month: 3 
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