[b]Character name:[/b]

Corraich Fiadhaich though going by North for now.

[b]Gender:[/b]

Male

[B]Age[/b]

29

[b]Appearance[/b]

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Corraich looks every inch the barbarian warlord. He strikes an imposing figure, standing over six foot four with a breadth of shoulder that would make a bull jealous. He is well muscled, with battleworn hands that look liked they could batter down a fortress wall if he put his mind to it. His body is a tapestry of scars, old and new alike. 

Though once considered handsome fifeteen years of swordwork has conspired to give him a menacing look, his once flawless skin a patchwork of scars, his nose a broken mess. His hair is a dark brown, and usually hangs to his shoulders. He tries to keep his beard well trimmed, but its growth can ocassionally be too quick for him to razor. His eyes are a piercing blue, and are a constant window into his emotions. 

[b]Affinity[/b]

Dark

[b]Bio: [/b]

Hard places breed hard men, and the Northern wilds is about as hard a place as they come. This saying has never been more apt than when discussing the infamous raider, warrior, barbarian and battlelord; Corraich Fiadhaich. Born in an unremarkable and unnamed Northern village somewhere in the Highland wilds, his early life was much like his peers. His father was once a warrior and raider of some renown, and as it became apparent that Corraich had inherited his fathers size and strength it was decided he should be trained in the way of the sword in anticipation of him one day joining a raiding group. Corraich took to his training with gusto, and on the day of his thirteenth birthday headed out on his first raid, nothing more than a scavenging run against the north of Talos. 

From then on he joined every raid he could as soon as they would take him, desperate to earn a name for himself. The older men were sure he was destined for a early grave and jokingly called him the Undying. Corraich proved them wrong though, and he soon made his skills as a warrior and a raider apparent. Corraich’s luck improved, his village becoming strong and rich through a combination of good fortune, good leadership and Corraichs raiding. The other clans grew jealous though, and soon he found himself fighting other Northern Clansmen as well as Talos soldiers. 

The short clan war was fierce and brutal, Corraich's outnumbered forces only managing to score a stalemate against their foes. In his desperation Corraich allied himself with a neutral tribe led by a young man named Teovin. Teovin was a strategic genius with aspirations of becoming the 'First King of the North'. He agreed to help Corraich if the Undying would agree to bind himself to his cause after that. Out of options Corraich agreed, and together the two young clansmen won the war.

The following years were bloody indeed. Teovin marched his forces up and down the North, enforcing his will upon the clans. Teovin wanted to bring civilisation to the tribes, desperate for his people to stop being the laughing stock of the modern world. Corraich became his right hand, crushing all those that stood against the would be king. It was during this time that Corraichs legends began to grow. Stories such as his battle against Tursa, the Great Bear Spirit of the Wilds, and his duel with Oleg Hammerborn, the invincible champion of the western tribes, thrilled the Northmen but tales of his burning the town of Eastmarch and slaughtering Chief Rast's family terrified them. It was also now when he met his wife and fathered two strong sons. Eventually Teovins cunning and Corraichs ferocity cowed most of their would be enemies. Though the tribes were still far from united it could only be a matter of time before they all bent the knee to the King of the North.

It was then that events took a strange turn. Some say Corraich tried to take leadership for himself, others that Teovin wanted to steal the Undying's wife, but for whatever reason the King of the North tried to have his Battlelord killed. A group of Teovin's most loyal men led a secret night time raid against Corraichs home. As luck would have it Corraich was out that night. His foes, disgusted at this turn of events, decided to not let the night become a total waste. They had their way with his wife, killed his servants, then set his home ablaze with his family still inside. When Corraich found out he did the only option left to him; he fled, only sparing the time it took to bury the charred remains of his family. He was a man alone, and even he couldn't defeat all the might of King Teovin alone. 

Since then he has travelled the world, selling himself out as a labourer, a fisherman, a Shepard and one memorable stint as an actor. Always he has too move, as Teovin's men still hunt for him, a kings ransom in gold placed as his bounty. Recently he met a small group of Iron Wolves' who invited him to join their brotherhood. Though he isn't eager to return to the fighters path he has come to realise that war is the only skill he really has, and familly or no he still has to eat. Taking a chance he has come to join, using a fake name of course. 

The Northern wilds is a hard place, and he just wasn’t hard enough to survive it.

[b]Skills and talents:[/b]

Corraich is an extremely capable warrior, having fought in some form or an other across several kingdoms for almost 15 years now. He can wield the axe, sword, spear, knife or mace with equal skill, is an excellent fist fighter and has earned his stripes in shield walls across the land. Though he is nothing special with a bow he can still shoot an arrow when it is called for. 

He has learnt several languages from his time travelling the world, understands strategy and tactics, as well as how to hunt, track, cook, ride, make basic potions from herbs and steal. If it can help him stay alive he can do it. 

He was once a famous battlelord, and as such has a keen understanding of tactics, strategy and morale. Though he prefers to think of himself as a warrior rather than a leader he has still led men to victory's in the past. 

When pressed in battle he can be swamped by a berserker like rage. When possessed by the rage he is stronger, quicker and feels no pain. However he is then unable to distinguish friend from foe, making him a danger to all around him. He tries to refrain from entering this state. 

[b]Items:[/b]

He wears a tattered old leather great coat apparently made from the skin of Tursa, the Great Bear. Corraich has several hunting and throwing knifes secreted around his person, ascribing to the belief that one can never have too many blades. His wife made him a small pendant which he wears at all times. Apparently the clan shaman blessed it, and it will protect him from hostile magic’s. Whether this is true or not he doesn’t know. He wears a knapsack full of provisions for long journeys such as food, water and camping supplies. At the start of the Rp he has gotten his hands on a single handed axe, and a long steel dirk. 

Teovin once gave him a bastard sword which was said to be a relic from the age of Gods. Were he got it from he never said, but it's craftmanship was superb. Since his fall from grace Corraich has never wielded it, but the story goes that he still owns it, and will only use it on those that have wronged him.