Discord ID: Listru#5570
Previous Characters: From the older shard- Claudio(vampire), Grak’Thull(troll), Aiden Crowe, Mael ( Cu Sidhe pup) and more -grimmwold
Character Name: Tiernán ( I would greatly appreciate you changing the name of Slaton Cahn to this if at all possible)
Character Race/Subrace: Demi- Human
Alternate Graphic:Chaos Demon (792)
Character Description:
Human:
Standing at around 5’10” and weighing roughly 180lbs. Bright copper and blonde hair falls past his shoulders in length gathering in it the longer it gets. Eyes are a bright green with small flecks of gold. Fair skin with a fair face, free of facial hair .His body is covered in lean corded muscle, which is in turn mostly covered with intricate and roaming blue woads. His movements are fluid and graceful, someone who is comfortable in their own skin. Carried with an air of a tightly coiled spring ready to release.
Heavy Irish Gealic accent
Ríastrad Form: When under the effects of battle frenzy or his ríastrad he grows monstrous. His form bulges and contorts growing in size and bulk. He would be eight feet tall if he were to stand upright. Bones under the surface of his muscled frame seem to jut at odd angles. Teeth elongate and become tomany for his mouth to effectively use, and small amounts of steam waft from the surface of his red-tinted skin. Only thing recognizable are the woads which seem to grow and contort with him in this form.
Special Roleplay Ability:Divine spark- as long as he maintains his geas he benefits from a small amount of divine spark from his heritage and the line of Lugh ( increased/ low-mid superhuman physical abilities pertaining to the body, and an indomitable nature. Examples would be his “direct descendant Cú Chulainn”) also open to other ideas if this is too vague?
Geas: Like his ancestor he closely resembles he cannot partake in the meat of canines. And is compelled to accept hospitality. If this is violated he becomes somewhat weakened and vulnerable for an indeterminate set of time
Shard Plot Line Strengths and weakness: (I will settle on a house after some RP- ) Ríastrad falls under strength and weakness similar to a berserkers rage
Strengths- Tactician, warrior of some experience being of the line of Lugh,some agricultural experience.
Weaknesses- He however can be a bit of a hedonist and tends to not to take things serious that he very well should. ( this in addition to the geas)
Original world: Talmhainn ( alternate version of earth in the 10th century)
Story/Intro:
His skin was already slick with perspiration as the sun started its ascent into the sky. The familiar work-smoothed axe haft in his hands and he moved to the next tree in line for hewing.
Thud...thud...thud...the axe bit deeply into the trunk of the tree. A satisfying crack as the tree fell brought a smile to his face. Clearing his brow of both sweat and chips he took the momentary pause to look over at his modest home. He had only been here a few months but the hut and turned into a home by his own two hands. “Too bad it won't be for much longer” he mused. It had always been this way for him, for as long as he could remember. Which in itself was a long road, his life and youth long extended past normal thanks to the blood which flowed in his veins.
He would find something to occupy his mind and hands between his labors.He would build something, a home, find a small plot of land to till, seek a woman to court, or lose himself in drink for long bouts. Then he would get the “call” a distant whisper, an itch, an urge, a pull to go on errand or to battle. He likened it to be the gods' voices guiding him towards the destiny he is the fulfull.
Thinking “Such is the life of the line of Lugh” he grinned, appreciating the moment in its slowness, taking a long pull from his wineskin before pouring a bit on the ground. “It will be soon, but not just yet” the smile fading a little as he thinks and grips the haft again going back to work.
It was only a few days later, just after he finished the new door for his small home. As he ran his hands along the surface of the freshly smoothed lumber he felt as much as heard “it”. It was the call, and it does not wait for any man, especially not himself. With a resigned sigh he gathered up what little he felt he would need for the trip. “Farewell once again home may you serve whomever finds you, well” he said and slung the sparse pack over his shoulder.
It was some time later he awoke? “Was that the right word” he thought. He was no longer in the saddle of the old mare he had taken to journey with. Blinking a few times a face came into view “ greetings hero.. Glad you came”
Previous Characters: From the older shard- Claudio(vampire), Grak’Thull(troll), Aiden Crowe, Mael ( Cu Sidhe pup) and more -grimmwold
Character Name: Tiernán ( I would greatly appreciate you changing the name of Slaton Cahn to this if at all possible)
Character Race/Subrace: Demi- Human
Alternate Graphic:Chaos Demon (792)
Character Description:
Human:
Standing at around 5’10” and weighing roughly 180lbs. Bright copper and blonde hair falls past his shoulders in length gathering in it the longer it gets. Eyes are a bright green with small flecks of gold. Fair skin with a fair face, free of facial hair .His body is covered in lean corded muscle, which is in turn mostly covered with intricate and roaming blue woads. His movements are fluid and graceful, someone who is comfortable in their own skin. Carried with an air of a tightly coiled spring ready to release.
Heavy Irish Gealic accent
Ríastrad Form: When under the effects of battle frenzy or his ríastrad he grows monstrous. His form bulges and contorts growing in size and bulk. He would be eight feet tall if he were to stand upright. Bones under the surface of his muscled frame seem to jut at odd angles. Teeth elongate and become tomany for his mouth to effectively use, and small amounts of steam waft from the surface of his red-tinted skin. Only thing recognizable are the woads which seem to grow and contort with him in this form.
Special Roleplay Ability:Divine spark- as long as he maintains his geas he benefits from a small amount of divine spark from his heritage and the line of Lugh ( increased/ low-mid superhuman physical abilities pertaining to the body, and an indomitable nature. Examples would be his “direct descendant Cú Chulainn”) also open to other ideas if this is too vague?
Geas: Like his ancestor he closely resembles he cannot partake in the meat of canines. And is compelled to accept hospitality. If this is violated he becomes somewhat weakened and vulnerable for an indeterminate set of time
Shard Plot Line Strengths and weakness: (I will settle on a house after some RP- ) Ríastrad falls under strength and weakness similar to a berserkers rage
Strengths- Tactician, warrior of some experience being of the line of Lugh,some agricultural experience.
Weaknesses- He however can be a bit of a hedonist and tends to not to take things serious that he very well should. ( this in addition to the geas)
Original world: Talmhainn ( alternate version of earth in the 10th century)
Story/Intro:
His skin was already slick with perspiration as the sun started its ascent into the sky. The familiar work-smoothed axe haft in his hands and he moved to the next tree in line for hewing.
Thud...thud...thud...the axe bit deeply into the trunk of the tree. A satisfying crack as the tree fell brought a smile to his face. Clearing his brow of both sweat and chips he took the momentary pause to look over at his modest home. He had only been here a few months but the hut and turned into a home by his own two hands. “Too bad it won't be for much longer” he mused. It had always been this way for him, for as long as he could remember. Which in itself was a long road, his life and youth long extended past normal thanks to the blood which flowed in his veins.
He would find something to occupy his mind and hands between his labors.He would build something, a home, find a small plot of land to till, seek a woman to court, or lose himself in drink for long bouts. Then he would get the “call” a distant whisper, an itch, an urge, a pull to go on errand or to battle. He likened it to be the gods' voices guiding him towards the destiny he is the fulfull.
Thinking “Such is the life of the line of Lugh” he grinned, appreciating the moment in its slowness, taking a long pull from his wineskin before pouring a bit on the ground. “It will be soon, but not just yet” the smile fading a little as he thinks and grips the haft again going back to work.
It was only a few days later, just after he finished the new door for his small home. As he ran his hands along the surface of the freshly smoothed lumber he felt as much as heard “it”. It was the call, and it does not wait for any man, especially not himself. With a resigned sigh he gathered up what little he felt he would need for the trip. “Farewell once again home may you serve whomever finds you, well” he said and slung the sparse pack over his shoulder.
It was some time later he awoke? “Was that the right word” he thought. He was no longer in the saddle of the old mare he had taken to journey with. Blinking a few times a face came into view “ greetings hero.. Glad you came”
