☾ *ﾟ tati gabrielle. twenty-six. demigirl. she/they. polyamorous pansexual aquarius. ➼ the whispering trees say aurora ‘rory’ mackenzie is usually found around rhodes. they’re known to be effervescent & bewitching, but cross their bad side and they can be coldhearted & disdainful. the tattoo artist at thunder bunny feels neutral about the outlaws, and the first thing you should know about them is she carries sugar packets in her bag just in case of a run in with the fae.
height: 5’8”
weight: 140 lbs
hair color: naturally black, bleached platinum blonde since age 19
hair length: down to the tailbone micro braids
eye color: coffee brown
build: tall and slim with a touch of muscular definition
tattoos: full renaissance art inspired sleeve on right arm; scottish highland depiction taking up her full back; a heart tattooed on her right ring finger; lilacs creating a garter on her left thigh; the moon phase cycle along right forearm
piercings: six per lobe; two cartilage on right ear; tragus left ear; right side of lip; septum; left nostril
distinguishable marks: triangle of freckles located on left shoulder
aesthetic: the craggy hills and thick forests of the highlands, shelves of books with titles on folk magic, paint splattered studio floors, dancing barefoot in rain soaked grass, herbs and flowers hung to dry in windows, silver ring clad fingers weaving spells that accompany honeyed vocables, crystal balls and silk scarves over lamps to soften harsh light into a nearly ethereal glow
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ come close and lend an ear
adopted, but still an only child
art has always come as second nature to this spitfire, and her parents have encouraged her creative ventures every step of the way
married once and it was ugly, particularly towards the end, which left a bad taste in rory’s mouth for a long time after
you can imagine being forced into the underbelly of drug dealing would do that, though
but rory only ever used that underbelly as a means out of the area, the financial stepping stone to afford to apprentice as a tattooist and buy a place of her own
grew up hearing tell of the fae, so you won’t be catching aurora in the woods at night
ro’s got no interest in meeting a cryptid face to face
spirits are bad enough, and there were plenty rumored to haunt the highlands and the grounds she grew up on
fluent in english, korean, and bsl
semi fluent in celtic
more often than not has ink stains that decorate her hands just as much as silver jewellry does
has a penchant for folk witchcraft and has honed skills in divination with tarot and palmistry
more plants and herbs growing in pots on the flat surfaces in her home than most people
just as likely to cook a meal for someone as she is to sass them from here to kingdom come and back
soft spot for kids and people alike
if you think aurora has a sword on her wall that is both sharp and real, you’d be correct
it’s a mackenzie family heirloom and makes her feel safe
“if ye don’t stop wigglin’ about while ye talk, i’m never goin’ tae have this stencil done.”
a miffed sounding noise that followed the reprimand, accompanied by a sudden, visceral desire to flick her cousin right on the ear with the sharpie held in her left hand — poised in the air, waiting to add the last details of the tattoo stencil in before putting ink to flesh. cyrek was simultaneously one of rory’s favourite and least favourite clients. that dastardly mix of i love you and i’d punch you in the face for a piece of gum that had marked the majority of their relationship. the blonde would never force atticus to tattoo his punk of a brother, though. it was better for all involved and rory’s own peace. satisfied that her canvas would stay still, she focused back on committing those last few details to the outline before pushing away from her cousin on the wheels of her stool to start setting up inks and needles with quick efficiency. “d’ye want to look at it in the mirror and tell me if ye like the placement?” she was all business when it came to her work and took pride in what she did. standing to wash her hands and glove up with all of her tools out and ready, rory cast her gaze to the tall vocalist with a raised brow; silently asking if everything looked the way he wanted it to.
there was always a touch of fear that a client would want to completely change the location of a stencil once it was on that shot trepidation through aurora every time. though it melted into nothingness when cyrek didn’t immediately ask for her to change anything, which allowed the artist to settle back on her stool to thread the first set of needles into her favourite tattoo machine with a cheshire grin. “ye ever get tired of payin’ me to hurt ye since ye won’t square up instead?”
what's up, lil nuggies? local trash queen supreme, trix, here and excited to plot with you all! i'll have intros up at some point today, but in the meantime i'm stoked to see what we can come up with 💕
