Discord ID - Jordman#8929
Previous Characters - Delanius, there were others but I can't remember the names
Character Name - Fionnach
Character Race & Subrace - Human/witch
Character Description - Standing at 180cm tall, he is of an athletic build. sandy brown, shoulder length hair that is often tied into a single plait, clean shaven cheeks and neck with moustache/beard framing his mouth. He has a youthful look to him, if clean shaven he could pass for early twenties/late teens, however his age is coming on thirty. His blue-green eyes are active and attentive.
His body is covered in woad tattoos, spiral patterns weave up his legs, over his torso and down his arms, these are broken up by Ogma rune lines running down his arms, and stylized animal motifs, specifically stags on his calves and a wolf over her heart.
Shard Plotline - It is my hope to eventually start an NPC house out of the kingdom of Emlyn, a highland clan style. he's while not being raised to lead small community, he has the skillset.
His major shortfall would be an inability to engage in skullduggery or deception. He prizes honour above all else. Kind of a Ned stark kinda deal, he is liable to make subjectively bad decision to avoid going against his honour.
Special Roleplay Ability - Soul singing a druidic style of singing into a person to heal them, deep understanding of herbal medicines
Previous World - 14th Century earth, alternate history
Backstory - Fionnach mac Baird is the third son of a Highland chief, his family however are descended from an Irish Warchief who Migrated across and was awarded land by the other chiefs for his work in fighting the english. The mac Baird clan have been marrying and having children with the surrounding clans for long enough that, despite Irish features, they have enough Highland blood to truly call themselves Highlanders.
Being the third son, he was never groomed to lead, so he took an interest in the management of the family estate, watching over crops, managing
finances and the collection taxes and organizing militia when his eldest brother rode off to battle. From a young age Fionnach had a deep interest in plants, often testing plants to find out what happens, this lead to an unintentional druidic initiation through visionary plants and fungi through this he became obsessed with songs and the possibility that you could sing people into health. Throughout his life he kept this a close secret, all anyone knew was that he had an advance adptitude for the healing arts.
On one of his routine camping trips out into the hills Fionnach's life would change forever, while away a conflict arose between the Mac Baird's and a neighbouring clan, as a result of false rumors of collusion with the english. his eldest brother rode out only to fall in combat. The neighbouring clan, in a fury, ravaged the Mac Bran's hold, burning all they found as an example to traitors When he returned, all that awaited him was the ashes of his clan.
Broken with grief he turned wandered for days, in silent mourning. He took no drink, for he had no thirst, nor hunger for food. His body began to waste as his mind ran over a thousand thoughts. Through day and night, he wandered until he came to the cold, stoney northern-western coast. As feet came to the water, he fell to his knees, eyes locked on the setting sun...
And in that moment, his silence broke...
His voice crackled through a dry throat, a broken whisper of sound as he began his dirge. The words mattered not, just that his mind went silent. He sang, his grief pouring into the sounds, his mind growing still. The more he sang, the louder the dirge grew. He entered into a deep trance, bellowing anger and grief, as if his voice could undo all that had passed. In his heart he swore that if he could, he would rebuild his clan, establish his family name once more. He swore no one would call the Mac Baird clan traitors again. As the sun dropped below the horizon his eyes flung back into his head and his body collapsed into the salty waters.
Darkness... Silence...
Then the soft lapping of waves and distant call of gulls. An uncharacteristic heat, as if he were no longer in the north. Awareness came into him once more, and with it, the realisation that he was far from home. He dragged himself to his feet, emotions of grief and pain, soothed by his dirge, replaced with determination. Someone, somewhere had heard the oath of his heart. This he knew and this oath he would fulfill.
Previous Characters - Delanius, there were others but I can't remember the names
Character Name - Fionnach
Character Race & Subrace - Human/witch
Character Description - Standing at 180cm tall, he is of an athletic build. sandy brown, shoulder length hair that is often tied into a single plait, clean shaven cheeks and neck with moustache/beard framing his mouth. He has a youthful look to him, if clean shaven he could pass for early twenties/late teens, however his age is coming on thirty. His blue-green eyes are active and attentive.
His body is covered in woad tattoos, spiral patterns weave up his legs, over his torso and down his arms, these are broken up by Ogma rune lines running down his arms, and stylized animal motifs, specifically stags on his calves and a wolf over her heart.
Shard Plotline - It is my hope to eventually start an NPC house out of the kingdom of Emlyn, a highland clan style. he's while not being raised to lead small community, he has the skillset.
His major shortfall would be an inability to engage in skullduggery or deception. He prizes honour above all else. Kind of a Ned stark kinda deal, he is liable to make subjectively bad decision to avoid going against his honour.
Special Roleplay Ability - Soul singing a druidic style of singing into a person to heal them, deep understanding of herbal medicines
Previous World - 14th Century earth, alternate history
Backstory - Fionnach mac Baird is the third son of a Highland chief, his family however are descended from an Irish Warchief who Migrated across and was awarded land by the other chiefs for his work in fighting the english. The mac Baird clan have been marrying and having children with the surrounding clans for long enough that, despite Irish features, they have enough Highland blood to truly call themselves Highlanders.
Being the third son, he was never groomed to lead, so he took an interest in the management of the family estate, watching over crops, managing
finances and the collection taxes and organizing militia when his eldest brother rode off to battle. From a young age Fionnach had a deep interest in plants, often testing plants to find out what happens, this lead to an unintentional druidic initiation through visionary plants and fungi through this he became obsessed with songs and the possibility that you could sing people into health. Throughout his life he kept this a close secret, all anyone knew was that he had an advance adptitude for the healing arts.
On one of his routine camping trips out into the hills Fionnach's life would change forever, while away a conflict arose between the Mac Baird's and a neighbouring clan, as a result of false rumors of collusion with the english. his eldest brother rode out only to fall in combat. The neighbouring clan, in a fury, ravaged the Mac Bran's hold, burning all they found as an example to traitors When he returned, all that awaited him was the ashes of his clan.
Broken with grief he turned wandered for days, in silent mourning. He took no drink, for he had no thirst, nor hunger for food. His body began to waste as his mind ran over a thousand thoughts. Through day and night, he wandered until he came to the cold, stoney northern-western coast. As feet came to the water, he fell to his knees, eyes locked on the setting sun...
And in that moment, his silence broke...
His voice crackled through a dry throat, a broken whisper of sound as he began his dirge. The words mattered not, just that his mind went silent. He sang, his grief pouring into the sounds, his mind growing still. The more he sang, the louder the dirge grew. He entered into a deep trance, bellowing anger and grief, as if his voice could undo all that had passed. In his heart he swore that if he could, he would rebuild his clan, establish his family name once more. He swore no one would call the Mac Baird clan traitors again. As the sun dropped below the horizon his eyes flung back into his head and his body collapsed into the salty waters.
Darkness... Silence...
Then the soft lapping of waves and distant call of gulls. An uncharacteristic heat, as if he were no longer in the north. Awareness came into him once more, and with it, the realisation that he was far from home. He dragged himself to his feet, emotions of grief and pain, soothed by his dirge, replaced with determination. Someone, somewhere had heard the oath of his heart. This he knew and this oath he would fulfill.
