My name is Blaine Michael Daly. That wasn't always my name, however. I have been called many things. My true name is Denarek Jensen O’Maoileoin. I was born March 17, 537 A.D. This later came to be known as St Patrick's Day in this realm. I celebrate with corned beef and cabbage, but I will never understand the green beer.
I was born a fire fae, to two wonderful parents who never made me want for anything. I learned well who I was long before they showed me the portal for the human realm, which coincidentally took me to Ireland. The country that believed in us the most, and back in 650 A.D., they really did worship and fear us. They had different notions about our royalty and such. They thought we had 'Seelie' and 'Unseelie' classes. I gathered over my years that this was their version of our good and evil. They did, however, fear even our good members. I heard tales of Aoibheal, but they were nothing but child's tales. She was one of our great sorceresses, but no queen. I learned a lot of my magic from her, in fact. She also taught me my first lessons of a more carnal nature. It was for the craft, I assure you.
After a few hundred years learning from Aoibheal, I decided to move to the human realm more permanently. I even had my ears surgically altered for appearance's sake. I lived in Dublin for many years, changing my name to simply Jensen O'Malley. I opened one of the first pubs in what is now the Temple Bar District. You may have heard of it. O'Malley's. Simple name, it sticks with you. I also volunteered to guard the portal to Faery in field where I grew the hops and barley for my personal brew.
I thrived during this time. Paganism was the religion of the time, and drinking, dancing and fornicating was the way to celebrate. I rose in the pagan circles quickly, becoming a priest easily. In 1470, the Beltane rite was spectacular, and has always meant far more to me than just a pagan ritual. I may not have been new to the art of physical love, but for all the intensity of that masked union, I might as well have been. She moved in ways only a seductress could have. If I had known her, I would have asked to court her. The rite, however, does not allow the priest and priestess to know one another. This would not be the last masked woman to share my bed. She was certainly the first, and she is forever burned into my memory.
After a long and successful career, I had to move on to avoid the gossip that I was one of the immortal fae.
I moved to Venice, Italy in 1508A.D. I kept a more low profile, helping a few sculptures and painters with their creations. Nothing I would consider noteworthy. Although, I hear that hundreds of humans flock to the Sistine Chapel. I don't know why, though. I may have given Michelangelo some ideas of what the scenes should look like to make them more interesting, but I didn't see anything really special about the whole thing. I lived more in poverty during these years. I was truly at peace. Then, I had some locals start questioning how I never seemed to age, and I knew I had to leave.
I moved back to Europe during the reign of Queen Elizabeth. She was the first Elizabeth. I quickly and easily made my place within her courts and lived quite a leisurely life. I went on royal errands for Her Majesty, and even had the honor of being knighted. Sir Michael Jensen, I had plenty of land before the end of her time. I have to say, Elizabeth was a very good actress. I know from first hand experience that she was not a virgin like she said so often.
There is one night in particular that stuck out in my head. The first being the masked ball in the fall of 1580. There was this woman I still can't get out of my head. Its like I am reminded of her still. We never revealed our true identities yet I would remember that mask anywhere. Those eyes as well. Those gorgeous brown eyes. Like hickory with flecks of fire. I still have a feather that fell from her mask as she left in a hurry. Peacock feather. As enchanting as her eyes...and her body. What I wouldn't give to know her again. I doubt that's a possibility. She is surely long since dead. Which is why I don't get close to mortals.
I moved to Sicily in 1585 and spent many great years on my own private edge of the island, going to civilization only long enough to stock up on supplies and to indulge in women and spirits. Lots of rum. Until one day when I made the mistake of poofing in front of someone. Time to move again.
I moved a lot more over the next few centuries, staying in one place for a few years before moving on. I wanted to try the nomadic life for a while instead of trying to settle down, because we see how well that worked out for me, right?
In the early 1800s, I moved to the United States. This was the new rage with all those unhappy with their countries and lives. The popular belief was that anyone could make anything of themselves in the new world. According to their laws, there was also no religious persecution. This was definitely a huge change from the Inquisition I lived through. Trust me, inquisitors do not play around when they question someone. I know first hand. They believed me to be in league with the devil because, stupid me, I poofed without making sure no one would see me again. Stupid, stupid me.
I moved around the colonies, kept to myself, until I got bored with society types and decided to head west. There wasn't much for civilization once I hit this one river that was huge and muddy. They later named that river the Mississippi River. My curiosity got the best of me, and I just kept moving. I ran into these two men and a native woman who seemed to be guiding the men. I later found out that she was Sacajawea and the men were Louis & Clark. Glad they took that journey and wrote about it instead of me. They still have signs through the midwestern states with their landmarks. Too much notoriety for my tastes. I finally found the desert and I felt at home there. I didn't have much but a horse, a gun and some basic supplies, but I made it work. I lived there for more than 20 years, until people started settling around me.
I felt that I needed to move again. I just kept to my nomadic ways, spending a few years here and there in Faery as well, until I found a town that felt like home to me around 1917. I started a construction job as a cover, which I didn't enjoy one bit. I did, however, seem to get a lot of recognition regarding my speedy work at the top of the skyscrapers. What can I say, when no one was around, I used poofing to my advantage. As the years passed, I started to learn of the vampire population and how it was increasing, and the high price of fae blood. I can imagine how a lot of my people would look at me after finding this out, but I didn't give a fuck. I wanted money, and I found an easy way to get a hold of it.
I made regular visits to a speakeasy in town and made discreet deals behind several sets of doors. They offered me women and drink, but I always turned them down. I was more than suspicious of what they might do if my back was turned or I was inebriated. Vampires are less than trustworthy when around a fae, you know.
One day, I ended up sitting for a while in the front of the place when she walked by. She didn't look my way, but I watched her like a teenaged human watching his first nude woman. She amazed me. She disappeared behind the doors and my spirits dropped. I knew I was nothing to her compared to what these other men could be for her.
I was born a fire fae, to two wonderful parents who never made me want for anything. I learned well who I was long before they showed me the portal for the human realm, which coincidentally took me to Ireland. The country that believed in us the most, and back in 650 A.D., they really did worship and fear us. They had different notions about our royalty and such. They thought we had 'Seelie' and 'Unseelie' classes. I gathered over my years that this was their version of our good and evil. They did, however, fear even our good members. I heard tales of Aoibheal, but they were nothing but child's tales. She was one of our great sorceresses, but no queen. I learned a lot of my magic from her, in fact. She also taught me my first lessons of a more carnal nature. It was for the craft, I assure you.
After a few hundred years learning from Aoibheal, I decided to move to the human realm more permanently. I even had my ears surgically altered for appearance's sake. I lived in Dublin for many years, changing my name to simply Jensen O'Malley. I opened one of the first pubs in what is now the Temple Bar District. You may have heard of it. O'Malley's. Simple name, it sticks with you. I also volunteered to guard the portal to Faery in field where I grew the hops and barley for my personal brew.
I thrived during this time. Paganism was the religion of the time, and drinking, dancing and fornicating was the way to celebrate. I rose in the pagan circles quickly, becoming a priest easily. In 1470, the Beltane rite was spectacular, and has always meant far more to me than just a pagan ritual. I may not have been new to the art of physical love, but for all the intensity of that masked union, I might as well have been. She moved in ways only a seductress could have. If I had known her, I would have asked to court her. The rite, however, does not allow the priest and priestess to know one another. This would not be the last masked woman to share my bed. She was certainly the first, and she is forever burned into my memory.
After a long and successful career, I had to move on to avoid the gossip that I was one of the immortal fae.
I moved to Venice, Italy in 1508A.D. I kept a more low profile, helping a few sculptures and painters with their creations. Nothing I would consider noteworthy. Although, I hear that hundreds of humans flock to the Sistine Chapel. I don't know why, though. I may have given Michelangelo some ideas of what the scenes should look like to make them more interesting, but I didn't see anything really special about the whole thing. I lived more in poverty during these years. I was truly at peace. Then, I had some locals start questioning how I never seemed to age, and I knew I had to leave.
I moved back to Europe during the reign of Queen Elizabeth. She was the first Elizabeth. I quickly and easily made my place within her courts and lived quite a leisurely life. I went on royal errands for Her Majesty, and even had the honor of being knighted. Sir Michael Jensen, I had plenty of land before the end of her time. I have to say, Elizabeth was a very good actress. I know from first hand experience that she was not a virgin like she said so often.
There is one night in particular that stuck out in my head. The first being the masked ball in the fall of 1580. There was this woman I still can't get out of my head. Its like I am reminded of her still. We never revealed our true identities yet I would remember that mask anywhere. Those eyes as well. Those gorgeous brown eyes. Like hickory with flecks of fire. I still have a feather that fell from her mask as she left in a hurry. Peacock feather. As enchanting as her eyes...and her body. What I wouldn't give to know her again. I doubt that's a possibility. She is surely long since dead. Which is why I don't get close to mortals.
I moved to Sicily in 1585 and spent many great years on my own private edge of the island, going to civilization only long enough to stock up on supplies and to indulge in women and spirits. Lots of rum. Until one day when I made the mistake of poofing in front of someone. Time to move again.
I moved a lot more over the next few centuries, staying in one place for a few years before moving on. I wanted to try the nomadic life for a while instead of trying to settle down, because we see how well that worked out for me, right?
In the early 1800s, I moved to the United States. This was the new rage with all those unhappy with their countries and lives. The popular belief was that anyone could make anything of themselves in the new world. According to their laws, there was also no religious persecution. This was definitely a huge change from the Inquisition I lived through. Trust me, inquisitors do not play around when they question someone. I know first hand. They believed me to be in league with the devil because, stupid me, I poofed without making sure no one would see me again. Stupid, stupid me.
I moved around the colonies, kept to myself, until I got bored with society types and decided to head west. There wasn't much for civilization once I hit this one river that was huge and muddy. They later named that river the Mississippi River. My curiosity got the best of me, and I just kept moving. I ran into these two men and a native woman who seemed to be guiding the men. I later found out that she was Sacajawea and the men were Louis & Clark. Glad they took that journey and wrote about it instead of me. They still have signs through the midwestern states with their landmarks. Too much notoriety for my tastes. I finally found the desert and I felt at home there. I didn't have much but a horse, a gun and some basic supplies, but I made it work. I lived there for more than 20 years, until people started settling around me.
I felt that I needed to move again. I just kept to my nomadic ways, spending a few years here and there in Faery as well, until I found a town that felt like home to me around 1917. I started a construction job as a cover, which I didn't enjoy one bit. I did, however, seem to get a lot of recognition regarding my speedy work at the top of the skyscrapers. What can I say, when no one was around, I used poofing to my advantage. As the years passed, I started to learn of the vampire population and how it was increasing, and the high price of fae blood. I can imagine how a lot of my people would look at me after finding this out, but I didn't give a fuck. I wanted money, and I found an easy way to get a hold of it.
I made regular visits to a speakeasy in town and made discreet deals behind several sets of doors. They offered me women and drink, but I always turned them down. I was more than suspicious of what they might do if my back was turned or I was inebriated. Vampires are less than trustworthy when around a fae, you know.
One day, I ended up sitting for a while in the front of the place when she walked by. She didn't look my way, but I watched her like a teenaged human watching his first nude woman. She amazed me. She disappeared behind the doors and my spirits dropped. I knew I was nothing to her compared to what these other men could be for her.