[hider=Cillian Kindellan] [center] [img]https://i.ibb.co/ypQzsjH/56310b433daf242ea9a1dd5fed9aa8ee-2.jpg[/img] [u][b][h2]Cillian Kindellan[/h2][/b][/u] Human (Caelic Isles) | 37 | Male [/center] [u][b]Appearance[/b][/u] [indent]Cillian does not stand out from the countless travellers on the road. He does not boast the powerful bulk of the warrior, or the lithe silhouette of the rogue, but he still stands at a decent height of around six foot, and beneath his clothing, his frame is one of wiry muscle, marked with dozens of scars and painted with the traditional woad tattoos of his people. His hair is pale, a rare sight among those who hail from the Caelic Isles, and he wears it long and braided, along with a short and unruly beard. His clothing is simple but durable, and he is rarely found without his carefully crafted mail armour, forged by his father's own hand. The spear and shield, often slung across his back, and the dagger on his belt, are also from his father's forge, and along with his armour, they are his last ties to his home, and his family. It is Cillian's eyes that are his most striking feature, a pale but fiercely intense blue that light up with an almost ethereal fire whenever he has a story on his lips, or a foe before him. [/indent] [u][b]Personality[/b][/u] [indent]Cillian has spent years rubbing shoulders with paupers and kings, and this has left him with an easy charm. Coupled with the natural warmth and kinship of those hardy folk that carve out a life the Caelic Isles, Cillian is a friendly figure, although anyone who spends too long in the man's company will realise that there is something a little... unhinged about the wanderer. Perhaps it true that fey blood runs through his veins, or perhaps Cillian has simply spent too long dreaming of mythic creatures and fantastical legends, but despite the welcoming nature of the man, he is clearly not all there. Perhaps it is this that fuels his wandering, and sees him rarely spent too long in place, or with one group. Despite this, he is an earnest companion, an honourable warrior, and a talented entertainer. [/indent] [u][b]Background[/b][/u] [indent][/indent] [indent][list] [*]Wandering Bard [*]Lower Class [*]Son of the Blacksmith and the Storyteller [/list][/indent] [u][b]History[/b][/u] [indent](Will be filled over time)[/indent] [indent]Cillian was born into a simple village, clinging to a windswept rocky island that juts from the stormy waters of the Shrouded Sea. The second son of the village's blacksmith, Cillian had as comfortable a childhood as can be expected from the people that cling to the Caelic Isles, but that is not to say that his upbringing was uneventful. To survive on the islands, people grow up tough, and they grow up fast. Norgardian raids were common, and as soon as Cillian was old enough to stand, he had a spear thrust into his hands, and taught how to use it. It was to Cillian's older brother, Ronan, that the trade of smithing was passed down, and while his brother worked over the forge under his father's watchful eye, Cillian was drawn more to his mother. The women of Cillian's village were as hardy as the men, just as likely to take up a weapon and defend her homestead as the men, and Cillian's mother was no exception. And yet it was in the flickering firelight of the night, as the clan pulled close together in the chieftain's hall, against the darkness and the chill, that Cillian's mother was in her element. It is the druids that tie the Caelic Isles to their gods, but it is the storytellers and bards that tie them to their myths, and their legends, and their history. Cillian's mother was one of those storytellers, and Cillian hung on her every word. All of the village's children enjoyed her stories, gripped by the tales of great beasts and courageous heroes, but for Cillian, it was something different. He had an almost insatiable hunger for these legends, and when he heard them, his eyes lit up, and he felt truly alive, as if he could see these fantastical creatures in the room before him, even as his mother spoke. Whenever other clans visited the village, for trade or to keep relations friendly with their neighbours, Cillian begged them to share their own tales, and when they relented, he drank them in greedily. [/indent] [u][b]Motivation[/b][/u] [indent]Cillian wanders the world, bringing the songs and legends of his people to anyone who has coin to spare, but he has long held ambitions of experiencing a legend of his own, and that ambition has drawn him to the dark depths of the Blackwood...[/indent] [center][h3][b]Capabilities[/b][/h3][/center] [u][b]Attributes[/b][/u] [u][b]Combat[/b][/u] [1/1] [indent][/indent] [indent][list] [*]Polearm with Shield (1) [*]Daggers (1) [*] [/list][/indent] [u][b]Intelligence[/b][/u] [1/1] [indent][/indent] [indent][list] [*]Legendry (1) [*] [*] [/list][/indent] [u][b]Charisma[/b][/u] [1/1] [indent][/indent] [indent][list] [*]Singing (1) [*]Charm (2) [*] [/list][/indent] [u][b]Health[/b][/u] [1/1] [indent][/indent] [indent][list] [*]Toughness (1) [*]Stamina (1) [*]Rejuvenation (1) [/list][/indent] [u][b]Faculties[/b][/u] [1/1] [indent][/indent] [indent][list] [*]Perception (1) [*]Intuition (1) [*]Willpower (1) [*]Woodcraft (1) [/list][/indent] [u][b]Agility[/b][/u] [1/1] [indent][/indent] [indent][list] [*]Balance (1) [*]Swimming (1) [*] [/list][/indent] [u][b]Mysticism[/b][/u] [0/3] [indent][/indent] [indent][list] [*] [*] [*] [/list][/indent] [hr] [u][b]Equipment[/b][/u] [indent][/indent] [indent][list] [*] Spear [*] Shield [*] Dagger [*] Mail Armour [/list][/indent] [u][b]Money[/b][/u] [indent]5 Royals, 12 Lordlings and 28 Commons[/indent] [u][b]Languages[/b][/u] [indent]Caelic, Northern Tongue[/indent] [/hider]