Faolán Mac an Bháird
Birthdate: 26th of Frostmarch
Birthplace: Athaerun
Birthsign: The Tower
Appearance
Age: Early Twenties.
Height: Above Average.
Weight: Above Average.
Eyes: Mossy Green.
Hair: Black.
Skin: Fair.
Handedness: Left.
Posture: Relaxed, friendly.
Hygiene: Passable.
Scent: Firewood.
Physical Description:
A lifetime of hard labor has made Faolán broad of shoulders and thick of waist. He’s young, though he stopped counting the years. Still, one might approximate him to be in his early twenties. He has a “dark” complexion for an Athaerian, but he still looks properly pale compared to those that spent their lives under less forgiving climes. Large meaty hands are rough and calloused from his work – but, this seems countered by glimmering in his moss green eyes. If the occasion calls for it, Faolán might even braid his dark shoulder length hair. He’s tall, but not towering – handsome but not smolderingly so.
Personality
General Health: Malnourished, dehydrated, and fatigued.
Profession: Forrester.
Faction Affiliation: None.
Languages:Nothryian, Low Decusian
Accent: Maintains a hint of the Highland lilt.
Hobbies:Writing, drawing, and drinking – really anything to distract his mind.
Personality Description:
Faolán is typically warm and welcoming. He will share stories, and listen intently to those around him. It is rare that the Athaerian becomes quiet or guarded. Yet, when he does, he tends to isolate and disassociate as a means of protecting others from his vices.
History:
*Established IG lore, so far:
Bháird hails from the highlands of Athaerun where his family has lived for generations. However, due to the scarcity of work, the young man found himself far from home. As a talented guide and woodsman, Bháird was conscripted into a local auxiliary force tending to the risen dead near Alftwyn Monastery.
When asked why he came to the First Province, his answer has thus far been: “Necessity”.
Strengths: Resiliency in the face of overwhelming odds.
Weaknesses: Prone to fits of melancholy.
Governing Virtue: Sacrifice.
Governing Throne: Murder.