Description
Full Name: Nuada Tapio Fearghas
Alias/Nicknames: Fiachtna
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Race/Main: Human
Race/Sub: None
Honorifics/Titles/ The Wanderer
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Birthplace: In the grand city of Tuulikki
Date of Birth: November 17th
Marking/Tattoos/Piercings: A jagged horizontal scar going across his stomach, and a small line of a beard stubble growing on his chin and jaw-line, more or less a five o'clock shadow.
Height: A hulking 6'4"
Weight 230 lbs
Physical Condition: Healthy, muscular/robust build.
Eye Color Pale blue
Eye Wear: None
Hair Color: Medium black
Hair Style/Length: Wavy, just a little past shoulder length, is usually worn down but is tied back sometimes.
Hair Wear: Occasionally a hair-tie.
Occupation: Ex Knight turned Nomadic Hunter/Ranger.
Education: Knighthood, survival, fighting, basic reading and math, and religion.
Language(s): English, Hebrew, Latin, and some German.
Now Lives: Within the desolate forests of Taranis.
Lives with: His steed, Ukko.
Relationship Status: Single, Widower
Family/Relatives: His wife and two children; the third along the way, were all killed a long time ago...
Friends: -
Acquaintances: -
Rivals: -
Enemies: -
Accomplices None
Organizations/Tribes/Clans: None
Former Affiliations: King Lugos of Tuulikki
Disabilities: He sometimes gets crippling 'Charlie horses' and has been showing signs of muscle deterioration.
Power: High
Speed Moderately high
Combat High
Intellect High
Technique In between high and normal
Endurance Moderately high
Magic Resistance Normal/Low
Vitality High
Energy Moderately High
Spiritual Normal, low leveled.
Personality
Personality and other Characteristics
A bit standoffish, somewhat of a loner, very respective and chivalrous, noble, but sometimes very cold.
With Friend(s): He's a bit more social, very respective and accepting, and usually the quiet one of the group.
With Lover(s) His only one and true lover has long since been dead...he knows that he'll never be able to accept another in her place.
With Enemies Very cold, noble, and usually temperamental.
General philosophy: Following in the footsteps of death is what comes of you when you've lost everything you once possessed and held dearly...
Most Prized Possession (Material Value): His sword and his helm.
Most Prized Possession (Emotional Value): Ukko
Likes: Riding throughout his woodland domain, practicing his skills and techniques, having a nice mug of ale and a hot meal, watching the younger men with their pride and their journey to knighthood, being outdoors, and wildlife.
Dislikes: Remembering his past, having relations with women in the night and regretting it the next morning, getting too drunk, having pains and spasms, men disrespecting women, and those who pleasure the flesh for money.
Hobbies: Training, hunting, riding Ukko, watching over wildlife.
Interests: Foreign fighting skills, adventure books, magic, mythical creatures, polytheistic and false gods, and elves.
Goals: Unknown.
Life's Ambition: To regain all that he has lost upon his death.
Fears: Falling for another woman, becoming insane, his sometimes reoccurring dreams.
Crippling Fear ( Single Biggest Fear): Reliving his past.
Least Outspoken About: His looks, his past.
Most Outspoken About: his nobility and skill.
Vernacular: Liam NeesonMannerisms: Respective, chivalrous, standoffish, and a bit cold.
Psychological Condition: Stable but slowly drifting towards a more darker stream. He's inflicted with a dark depression that seems to cling at him and eat him alive whenever he tries to be happy or is.
Aptitudes: Those of basic human skill but partially enhanced due to vigorous training.
Superstitions: Ghosts, demons, zombies, and witches.
Morals: Always be chivalrous, respect and honor the weak. The knight's code.
Positive Characteristics: His nobility and attitude, and his peaceful nature.
Negative Characteristics: His depression, his bouts of anger, and how he constantly remembers all that has happened to him thus far.
Relationships: None, he's currently single and probably not looking.
Equipment
Head: Occasionally his helm.
Neck: His wife's necklace that's usually tucked away in his shirt.
Chest: A tunic like shirt.
Shoulders: A cape made of wool and furs.
Biceps: Nothing
Forearms: Nothing
Hands: Nothing, occasionally gloves or gauntlets.
Abdomen: A belt or sash, a men's undergarment.
Waist: His trousers.
Thighs: Nothing.
Calves/Shins: Nothing.
Ankles: Woolen socks.
Feet: Boots made out of a leather material which is very durable.
Weapon(s): His oddly crafted blade which he calls "Thorn" because it looks like one, a finely crafted long bow with a quiver full of arrows, and an antler hilted hunting knife.
History
So begins...
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New to this world, this place, Nuada would slowly enter the establishment known as Gambitās Bar. After closing the door behind him he would turn, facing the sight that welcomed him so. Eyes that were a beautiful cerulean flicked about curiously, narrowed in curiosity as firm lips twitched, falling slightly agape as he stood there just three feet before the door that provided an entrance and an exit for the renowned place. Stray, almost wiry strands of ebony hair fell into his face, swaying just across his brow covering his forehead while the almost invisible tips would get caught in his lashes. Sighing, the man lifted a callused, masculine hand and would rub his face, dragging his hand upward in order to brush the unkempt locks from his line of sight as he wearily blinked so with deep blue eyes that showed a slight tiredness to his robust frame. -c-
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[color=purple]Afterwards, Nuada lowered his hand, his mouth falling shut as he now placed his left hand on his hip and strode forth, booted footsteps thudding gently upon the wooden floorboards as he would simply become one with the patrons who currently occupied the place and seemed to be there long before he had arrived. Unsure of as to where he would seat himself, the man paused just a minute later, his gaze falling to a row of tables that feigned right to his gait, then towards a large section of booths nearest to the active hearth, and then the section of barstools that aligned the bar line, the empty ones just waiting for someoneās rear to occupy them and to warm them, providing comfort while the one seated either loitered there or partook in the custom of ordering an alcohol contented beverage that enabled a nice drunken state after more than one of the drink of choice would be consumed. For a moment more he would linger, debating his choices before eliminating two of the three provided. Choosing to take a seat at the
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New to this world, this place, Nuada would slowly enter the establishment known as Gambitās Bar. After closing the door behind him he would turn, facing the sight that welcomed him so. Eyes that were a beautiful cerulean flicked about curiously, narrowed in curiosity as firm lips twitched, falling slightly agape as he stood there just three feet before the door that provided an entrance and an exit for the renowned place. Stray, almost wiry strands of ebony hair fell into his face, swaying just across his brow covering his forehead while the almost invisible tips would get caught in his lashes. Sighing, the man lifted a callused, masculine hand and would rub his face, dragging his hand upward in order to brush the unkempt locks from his line of sight as he wearily blinked so with deep blue eyes that showed a slight tiredness to his robust frame. -c-
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Afterwards, Nuada lowered his hand, his mouth falling shut as he now placed his left hand on his hip and strode forth, booted footsteps thudding gently upon the wooden floorboards as he would simply become one with the patrons who currently occupied the place and seemed to be there long before he had arrived. Unsure of as to where he would seat himself, the man paused just a minute later, his gaze falling to a row of tables that feigned right to his gait, then towards a large section of booths nearest to the active hearth, and then the section of barstools that aligned the bar line, the empty ones just waiting for someoneās rear to occupy them and to warm them, providing comfort while the one seated either loitered there or partook in the custom of ordering an alcohol contented beverage that enabled a nice drunken state after more than one of the drink of choice would be consumed. For a moment more he would linger, debating his choices before eliminating two of the three provided. -c-
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Choosing to take a seat at the bar alas, Nuada strode forth, his eyes scanning the bar line in search of somewhere convenient and slightly secluded. It wouldnāt take long for the man to seat himself towards the right end of the bar, the ends of his cloak flowing over the back of the stool as he would slouch, crossing his booted ankles while the fur to the collar of his garb nestled gently beneath of his chin while he crossed his arms over his chest and quietly began his wait to be served, unaware of how the service quality of this place was for he was new and would soon find out. -e-
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When the she elf approached him, Nuada would take notice, his eyes widening at the sight he took in. The woman was beautiful, almost heart stopping in appearance as he took in her sight, a small smile curving his lips as he stroked the light stubble of beard that aligned his jaw. Sitting up slightly he lowered his arms, curious as to why one so fair and apparently lethal based on the weapons on her person, would approach a newcomer like his. The smile however would soon fade as she took a seat at his side, addressing him. After she welcomed him to the place, Nuada nodded in acknowledgement, his eyes meeting her own beautiful emerald as he heard her name escape from her lips.
āNuada.ā He replied, grunting his name before cocking a brow in amusement whilst he continued his wait for the current bartender or barmaid to service him as he would be a paying customer. But this would not mean his attention wouldnāt leave that of the she elfās.
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Nuada slowly nodded in thanks to her words, noticing as she would suddenly stand and take action in something else. How rude. Sitting there he watched her, his eyes grazing her form carefully before he coughed into his fist, clearing out his throat. He wasnāt much of a talker. āI hail from some place far from here. Not of this placeā¦ this realm.ā He replied, his voice low, deep as he spoke in a low accent of a voice, which hinted he did indeed not come from this place, but from somewhere else.
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Already the she elf amused him, causing for him to scoff a little as he shook his head. āNo, Iām not.ā He replied, a wry smile easing its way across his lips as he took note of her calling him ābig guyā. Running a hand through his hair, his fingers getting laced through a few knots, Nuada tried to keep an eye on Daedra while she pulled from her pouch a bottle. Unsure of what the contents were, he would wait quietly after freeing his hand from the ebony mop, accepting the glass in the very hand. -c-
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Bringing it to his lips, he parted them, licking them with a moist, saliva coated tongue. Inhaling the beverageās fragrance while taking note of the color, the drifter tried to figure out what the drink was. That is until she asked him of his lineage. āIām human.ā He bluntly replied, shrugging his broad shoulders as his neck tense, a low grunt emitting as he stretched slightly before going to take a drink from the glass she gave him. But before he did he paused yet once more. He forgot something. -c-
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But what could he possibly have forgotten that made him hesitate so? Blinking soon after he had fallen into silence, Nuada thought, his brows furrowing until the invisible light bulb within his mind flickered on. The thought that came into mind made the robust man jump. Catching himself slightly while trying to remain discrete about his actions before the she elfās presence, Nuada set the glass down on the counter, his hand still wrapped around it so he would be prepared to lift it once more. āThank you.ā He quickly stated, nodding to her as within his mind he would be hitting himself for forgetting his manners. Things like that bugged him. -c-
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He didnāt know why, but they did. -e-
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He had been to this place once before. But that was almost a week ago. Like last time he had found the realm portal upon the sacred grounds of the lands he hailed from. This time he didnāt find the portal by accident. In fact, he remembered its location and sought it out once more after a successful hunt of a mountain troll whom decided to terrorize a humble village to the north, nearest to the mountain pass of Faolin Falls. Much like any other man who lived in the wood and was one with the land, Nuada the wanderer was as rugged as they come. -c-
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Well built and quite intimidating in size, he was gruff as he was gentle to those who were around him. Caretaker of the forest, he worked like a shepard, guarding the wildlife and the other beings who presided within it with the nobility of a ranger and the bravery of any forsworn warrior. Nuada was much mistaken for what he was once like in his past. But many years have passed since then. Now thirty two years of age, the barbarian like man sought solace in the terrain he lived within, longing to be alone with only the mountains to guard him and the eagle to accompany him in the heavens whilst he rode his steed; a buckskin stallion with a flowing black mane much like its masterās, Ukko. -c-
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After leaving Ukko at his encampment nearest to the sacred grounds that provided the portal to the land known was Wing City, Nuada found himself within Gambitās Barās presence once more. This time he wouldnāt be nervous upon entering. This time he entered with a sort of pride about his gait. Without his helm, his face was exposed for the entire world to see. Beautiful cerulean optics glanced about with keenness and curiosity as he strode into the establishment. Muscular biceps flexed as his chest heaved in and out once he took a long drawn and deep confident breath. -c-
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At his sides his hands rested, twitching and ready to grasp onto something. Meanwhile, booted footsteps thudded upon the wooden floorboards as he strode inside. Soon after he had done so, the door would slam shut behind him as the breeze outside grasped the wooden entry and drug it shut so the shadows of the dusk outside would not make its presence known to the brightly lit place within. Striding forth, Nuada would glance around curiously, unaware if there would be any patrons he knew that would be presiding here tonight. With a callused left hand he would rub the small stubble of beard that aligned his jaw and grind his teeth within his mouth.
Soon after his observational gaze scanned the establishment, automatically would he then claim a seat down towards the end of the bar line just to the left. -e-
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After claiming a stool at the bar, Nuadaās body relaxed. Travel worn and still ready for combat due to his last fight, which hadnāt lasted long due to the troll he had slain, already weakened from a barrage of arrows that guardsmen had used to ward off the creature. Naturally he felt sorry for having to destroy the amazing but deadly creature. But the deed had to be done, otherwise he wouldnāt have any shillings to get supplies and shoe Ukko. Even as a barbaric nomad, Nuada still had brief traces of civilization running through his strong veins. -c-
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