A displaced leipreachan, forced out of his homeland.
Nothing magical - just an old Colt .45 pistol and a celtic sword, strapped across his back under his coat.
Being a fae, Brian has a small affinity for healing magic and the ability to disappear for a short time. Cuts and bruises he can handle, but nothing more.
Brian O'Faolain was a fable of the Emerald isle - a mischievous prankster, people all over the island made sure to set out a small plate of milk or bread to appease him. Brian was exiled from Ireland when a trick led to the deaths of several children. Cursed to never set foot on his homeland's soil until he had atoned for his deeds, Brian has been wandering for several centuries. He has lost his accent, his heritage - everything.
Except his drink.