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Jun. 14th, 2037 10:02 pmIC
Name: Eoghan Ó Conghaile. (Pronounced - Owan Oh Connolly)
Canon: original.
Age: unknown, appears in his thirties
Appearance: PB Aidan Turner. Eoghan has a couple of different appearances.
Human Glamour: His human form is of a 30 something year old man. He's a tall, well built man with dark curly hair and golden brown eyes. He is roughly unshaven with perpetual five-o-clock shadow. He has a visible scar at the corner of his left eye. He always wears a scarf or something about his neck to hide the ghastly scar that severed his head from his body.
Dullahan: He's a headless horseman. He wears his black highwayman's clothing. It's very old (circa mid1700s) and kinds of ratty. He's got a cloak and a tricorn hat that sits over where his neck stump is. His head is held by his curly hair and the scar by his eye opens. It drips black blood. His eyes glow gold and his mouth becomes a fearsome grin of too sharp teeth. When he appears as a Dullahan, it's always with a dapple gray mare under him. His body tends to blend into and be one with the horse where it's hard to tell where rider ends and horse begins. He doesn't carry the spine whip like traditional version. Instead, he carries a sword. A calvary saber to be precise.
Abilities: Eoghan is a Dullahan. As a Dullahan, his abilities are that of any Headless Horseman. He can summon his horse at any time.
He is tireless. He doesn't get tired. He doesn't slow down or feel fatigue. His horse is the same. Only dawn or death will stop the chase
All the below only work when he removes his head. All other, non horse summoning powers only work when his head is off.
His head is removable and acts as a grim glowing lantern. Lifting it aloft, he can see for far further than anyone should. It is said that the head of a Dullahan can see into even the houses and past walls.
His body can move separately from his head. It can function without it attached and navigate the world with small difficulties. His body is drawn to his head if separated.
Those who see him on the road will suffer great pain. The one he hunts will suffer death should he catch them.
His horse is not real, but a thing he summons. He can summon her at any time. She is a part of him. Her name is Aghy and he loves her more than anything.
All doors and gates open for him. No lock can hold at his approach.
Weakness:
Gold: Dullahan are not weak to iron as other fae are. Instead, it is gold that they fear. Gold burns Eoghan badly. He cannot touch it. He actually steps away from it.
Bells: Church bells give Eoghan a massive headache. He can't function for the sound of it.
Dawn: traditionally, a horseman's hunt ends at dawn. It is difficult for Eoghan to ride during the day.
When his head is removed, as in lore, he can speak only one word sentences. His head, if taken, will make his body weaker. This is why he keeps it attached with scarves. Stealing his head is the easiest way to control him.
History: Eoghan was once a human man. At least he thinks he was. It's been so long he's forgotten. He was born in a small rural village. His childhood was one of toil. They were impoverished farmers working the land for the gentry in their fine castles. His family raised horses that would be "requisitioned" by soldiers and guards and coachmen with little in return. He grew up hungry and desperate, surrounded by horses. Horses that need fed just like he did. And then famine strikes.
He starts stealing in order to put meager food on the table. He found he was rather good at it. He became a scoundrel. Being raised on and around horses all his life, he was a gifted rider. Before all the family horses had all been slaughtered for meat to feed the wealthy, he stole one and left. He took up living the life of a highwayman. He would ride in the evening to waylay rich carriages for the coin and riches within. Sometimes he'd take everything, sometimes he'd let the carriage go for the price of a kiss. He spent his days in inns and pubs, still barely getting by until the only thing between going hungry and not was the next theft.
Until the night he attacked the wrong carriage.
Eoghan knew the stories the old grandmothers told. Every good boy knows about the black coach. The coiste bodhar, drawn by six black horses. The coach that travels so fast that the friction created by its movement often sets on fire the bushes along the sides of the road. All gates fly open to let rider and coach through, no matter how firmly they are locked, so no one is truly safe from the attentions of the fairy Coachman. The coach that holds all the riches of the fae realm. It's a cursed fortune for the dead.
It's a prize he saw that night. A chance to catch the uncatchable and steal the unstealable. A chance to be rich and never worry about where he'd sleep or what he'd eat again.
He chased the coach, rode harder than he ever had before. The chase went on for miles and miles, from dusk til nearly midnight, he rode, chasing the coach until finally Eoghan came upon a great fog that parted for both the carriage and for his horse.
He should have stopped. Instead, he pressed on pulling his weapons. He caught up, unaware the driver had slowed the team. He came around to force the carriage to a stop. He didn't even notice the fog had closed behind him. In this pocket, the Coachman stood dropping the reins. There was a great black void where a head should be. There was a voice. Hollow as the darkness and soft as the mist.
"You have won, rider. Claim your prize."
These would be the last words Eoghan would hear as a human being. As he hopped off his horse to go to the carriage doors, the figure suddenly loomed behind him with a large sword. It was over fast.
When he woke, his head was resting next to him on seat in the inside of the carriage. The carriage rolled for what might have been hours or days until finally it stopped and faded around him, leaving him in the realm of the Unseelie and the Wild Hunt. That was perhaps centuries ago, or perhaps it was yesterday. Time lost all it's meaning when he lost his head.
While Eoghan hasn't formally joined the Hunt, he still acts as a Dullahan, riding into the mortal realm to claim new treasures, that of souls.
Name: Eoghan Ó Conghaile. (Pronounced - Owan Oh Connolly)
Canon: original.
Age: unknown, appears in his thirties
Appearance: PB Aidan Turner. Eoghan has a couple of different appearances.
Human Glamour: His human form is of a 30 something year old man. He's a tall, well built man with dark curly hair and golden brown eyes. He is roughly unshaven with perpetual five-o-clock shadow. He has a visible scar at the corner of his left eye. He always wears a scarf or something about his neck to hide the ghastly scar that severed his head from his body.
Dullahan: He's a headless horseman. He wears his black highwayman's clothing. It's very old (circa mid1700s) and kinds of ratty. He's got a cloak and a tricorn hat that sits over where his neck stump is. His head is held by his curly hair and the scar by his eye opens. It drips black blood. His eyes glow gold and his mouth becomes a fearsome grin of too sharp teeth. When he appears as a Dullahan, it's always with a dapple gray mare under him. His body tends to blend into and be one with the horse where it's hard to tell where rider ends and horse begins. He doesn't carry the spine whip like traditional version. Instead, he carries a sword. A calvary saber to be precise.
Abilities: Eoghan is a Dullahan. As a Dullahan, his abilities are that of any Headless Horseman. He can summon his horse at any time.
He is tireless. He doesn't get tired. He doesn't slow down or feel fatigue. His horse is the same. Only dawn or death will stop the chase
All the below only work when he removes his head. All other, non horse summoning powers only work when his head is off.
His head is removable and acts as a grim glowing lantern. Lifting it aloft, he can see for far further than anyone should. It is said that the head of a Dullahan can see into even the houses and past walls.
His body can move separately from his head. It can function without it attached and navigate the world with small difficulties. His body is drawn to his head if separated.
Those who see him on the road will suffer great pain. The one he hunts will suffer death should he catch them.
His horse is not real, but a thing he summons. He can summon her at any time. She is a part of him. Her name is Aghy and he loves her more than anything.
All doors and gates open for him. No lock can hold at his approach.
Weakness:
Gold: Dullahan are not weak to iron as other fae are. Instead, it is gold that they fear. Gold burns Eoghan badly. He cannot touch it. He actually steps away from it.
Bells: Church bells give Eoghan a massive headache. He can't function for the sound of it.
Dawn: traditionally, a horseman's hunt ends at dawn. It is difficult for Eoghan to ride during the day.
When his head is removed, as in lore, he can speak only one word sentences. His head, if taken, will make his body weaker. This is why he keeps it attached with scarves. Stealing his head is the easiest way to control him.
History: Eoghan was once a human man. At least he thinks he was. It's been so long he's forgotten. He was born in a small rural village. His childhood was one of toil. They were impoverished farmers working the land for the gentry in their fine castles. His family raised horses that would be "requisitioned" by soldiers and guards and coachmen with little in return. He grew up hungry and desperate, surrounded by horses. Horses that need fed just like he did. And then famine strikes.
He starts stealing in order to put meager food on the table. He found he was rather good at it. He became a scoundrel. Being raised on and around horses all his life, he was a gifted rider. Before all the family horses had all been slaughtered for meat to feed the wealthy, he stole one and left. He took up living the life of a highwayman. He would ride in the evening to waylay rich carriages for the coin and riches within. Sometimes he'd take everything, sometimes he'd let the carriage go for the price of a kiss. He spent his days in inns and pubs, still barely getting by until the only thing between going hungry and not was the next theft.
Until the night he attacked the wrong carriage.
Eoghan knew the stories the old grandmothers told. Every good boy knows about the black coach. The coiste bodhar, drawn by six black horses. The coach that travels so fast that the friction created by its movement often sets on fire the bushes along the sides of the road. All gates fly open to let rider and coach through, no matter how firmly they are locked, so no one is truly safe from the attentions of the fairy Coachman. The coach that holds all the riches of the fae realm. It's a cursed fortune for the dead.
It's a prize he saw that night. A chance to catch the uncatchable and steal the unstealable. A chance to be rich and never worry about where he'd sleep or what he'd eat again.
He chased the coach, rode harder than he ever had before. The chase went on for miles and miles, from dusk til nearly midnight, he rode, chasing the coach until finally Eoghan came upon a great fog that parted for both the carriage and for his horse.
He should have stopped. Instead, he pressed on pulling his weapons. He caught up, unaware the driver had slowed the team. He came around to force the carriage to a stop. He didn't even notice the fog had closed behind him. In this pocket, the Coachman stood dropping the reins. There was a great black void where a head should be. There was a voice. Hollow as the darkness and soft as the mist.
"You have won, rider. Claim your prize."
These would be the last words Eoghan would hear as a human being. As he hopped off his horse to go to the carriage doors, the figure suddenly loomed behind him with a large sword. It was over fast.
When he woke, his head was resting next to him on seat in the inside of the carriage. The carriage rolled for what might have been hours or days until finally it stopped and faded around him, leaving him in the realm of the Unseelie and the Wild Hunt. That was perhaps centuries ago, or perhaps it was yesterday. Time lost all it's meaning when he lost his head.
While Eoghan hasn't formally joined the Hunt, he still acts as a Dullahan, riding into the mortal realm to claim new treasures, that of souls.
