For Antidote and Will!

General plot: Urban fantasy- Niall (Will) is the champion of The Morrigan, goddess of death, fate, and war. He's tasked with finding people who have escaped their fate, mainly death. Avaline (Antidote) happens to be one of these fate defiers. Shenanigans shall ensue.

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𓄿 Name 𓄿
Niall McBadb

𓄿 Name Origins 𓄿
Niall - Name with Irish origins that is believe to mean “Champion”

McBadb - Son of Badb. Badb means ‘crow’, and is an Irish war goddess who takes the form of a crow. Part of The Morrigan, the triple goddess.

Cian - “Ancient” or “Enduring one”

𓄿 Nicknames 𓄿
Absolutely not- you will get pummeled.

𓄿 Gender & Pronouns𓄿
Male - He/Him

𓄿 Sexuality 𓄿
Pansexual

𓄿 Age 𓄿
27

𓄿 Native Language𓄿
English
He has a light Northern Irish accent that has faded with his time in the US.

𓄿 Languages Spoken𓄿
Can understand bits and pieces of Gaeilge, also known as Irish Gaelic.

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𓄿 Appearance 𓄿

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Niall is a striking figure. He’s tall, standing around 6’2” or 6’3” with his combat boots, which is about the most naturally imposing thing about him. Even his uneven gap tooth smile, buck teeth, and unevened canines have a dorky charm. He has a wild mess of bright red curls and waves and a peachy complexion completely splattered with freckles that turns violently red all too easily, much to his dismay. It makes him having to keep up the bad boy aesthetic at least five times harder. He has a muscular build, with more definition on his upper body. Especially his arms. He makes a point of that- what good are killer tattoos if your arms look like noodles? Weak.

As if in an effort to make up for his far from threatening physical genetics, He makes a point to work out and present in anyway that screams ‘I am not the guy to bring home to your parents’. He has a sharp scar down the left side of his face that impacts his eyelid and lip a bit. He makes a point to wear too much runny black makeup and black lipgloss. He has piercings, and tattoos, and a necklace with teeth and bones, and his clothes are almost always covered in dirt, dust, or motor oil.
He also inexplicably smells almost sickeningly like axe body spray with a hint of cigarettes.

𓄿 Personality Traits 𓄿

Three words to describe Niall.

Rowdy. Edgy. Troublemaker.

Niall has always been a menace, even before he started running errands for mummy dearest. He is hotheaded, stubborn, and will not back down from a fight. Even if he will absolutely get his butt kicked. While he has always been reckless and an instigator, he’s grown more bitter over the years. At one point he enthusiastically acted out his patron’s will. Then he thought he could rebel against her, like he did anything else. He was sorely mistaken.
Now he continues his work begrudgingly, and makes it a goal not to get too close to anyone in particular, as you never know what their fate has in store. And when he does know? It’s never anything good.

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𓄿 Strengths 𓄿

Very little fear. Bravery? Possibly. Stupidity? Definitely, but hey! He isn’t shaken easily and does great in high stress.

Combat knowledge and strategy. Even if it rarely works out one hundred percent for him, his plans are often fairly close to foolproof.
He’s just a really big fool.

Adaptability and improvisation skills. He has become excellent at quick thinking, whether it’s battle related or a quick lie to get himself off the hook.

𓄿 Weaknesses 𓄿

Very, very, little fear. Which equates to very little self preservation.

Blind. Niall is very much blind. Because Cian acts as his sight if she strays too far away or, gods forbid, gets taken from him, he is virtually blind. He may also get disoriented if she looks away from what he is supposed to be focussed on.
Also he can’t see glass.

Awful communication skills. When your best friends are a bird and a demigodess who is so ridiculously charismatic and cheerful you don’t even need to talk, on top of being an edgelord, you do not socialise with people often.
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𓄿 Affiliations 𓄿
The Morrigan - The Irish triple goddess of death, fate, and war. She is something of his biological mother through some form of divine means. He only regards her as his divine patron and source of his few powers.

Amara Fields - His best friend who is the granddaughter of a goddess of love and beauty. They have been friends since they were children since she was his ‘host family’ during the school year and when he wasn’t in Ireland, and are like siblings. She is also the reason Cian wears cutesy bows.

𓄿 Songs 𓄿
Teenage Dirtbag - Wheatus
Mama - My Chemical Romance
Flowers - Eva Noblezada; from Hadestown
Shadow - Livingston

𓄿 Other 𓄿

His crow, Cian, acts as his ‘eyes’ since he is blind. His solid white eyes are actually glass eyes. He wears the solid white rather than a natural look because “It’s wicked”.

Because a mortal child could, understandably, not be raised by gods of olde, Niall was adopted as an infant. He was given three gifts by his mother as he came of age to act as her champion; Cian, to give him sight. A sword, to be his arms. Wings, to form as a shield.

… He got the cool magic wings taken away last time he screwed up.

He owns a motorcycle.

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One job. Find the death defier- and make sure they actually die. No biggie. No problem. Easy peasy. Not. Of course he had to do all the grunt work, and for what? To prove his worth? Why was he the one who had to go on a wild goose chase if his patron was supposedly so godly and all powerful, huh? Like sure, Niall supposed he understood the whole ‘gods can’t interfere in mortal affairs’, but that was dumb. Like sooo dumb. Maybe it was a second chance to get back in her good graces after screwing up, but part of him was certain she wasn’t interested in offering an olive branch. She just wanted someone else to hold accountable if this all blew up. But it wouldn’t, not this time.

Niall weaved throughout the crowds of people, grumbling various creative curses under his breath as he made his way through the streets. It was hot out, stuffy, and overall miserable. Perfect day for a manhunt according to Mother Dearest.

At least he had a good view; Cian had flown high above him, scanning the landscape for anyone with one of those weird not-quite-dead vibes. She was also proving to be very helpful to avoid running into people. Usually, she was off getting distracted and he was at risk of tripping or getting a broken nose. He was snapped out of his thoughts as he heard a commotion. Right- focus.

If he should look anywhere, it would be the commotion. That tended to be how these things started. People on the run from fate could never just settle down quietly, but hey! It made his job that much easier. He brought his fingers up to his lips, making a sharp high pitched whistling noise. Almost instantly his crow dived down, the large black bird miraculously not actually taking his head off in the process of her descent. A few people cast an odd wayward glance, but most people seemed to prefer ignoring the edgy redhead with a large bird perched on him. Seemed they were focussed on whatever was happening, as was he now.