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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When hearing Isaiahās as to why he had ventured here to Wing City, Nuada would shrug, his broad shoulders rolling to the gesture before he crossed his arms over his chest. āIām not sure.ā He replied to the younger man honestly, casting his glance about the slightly over crowded room before his eyes fell upon that of the barmaid whom now stood to the left of his large gait. āOh!ā He quirked in surprise, scooting back in his seat a little so she had room to lower the tray which held his large mug of ale, his bowl of rabbit stew, and his loaf of freshly baked bread. -c-
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Oh how the smell teased him, made his stomach rumble with hunger as he tried to avoid the blushing woman as she noticed the small smile upon his face when looking over the food. But he couldnāt forget his company, Isaiah. Glancing from down at the food and then at him, Nuada would lick his lips, sighing a solemn breath before lifting the loaf of bread in one hand. āWould you like some of this?ā He asked, knowing it would be rude to eat in front of his guest while being unable to catch the barmaidās attention once more after she had sauntered off to her other duties, wielding the tray that once carried his food and drink. -e-
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He nodded in acknowledgement to his acquaintanceās refusal of his offer, his blue eyes never leaving the younger manās face as he slowly lowered the loaf of bread before breaking it in half. After he had done that he lowered his gaze and placed one of the halves down next to the bowl of stew before breaking a small chunk of the one he held, off and then dipping the warm piece into his stew. Stirring it around a little he would wait a second and then lift the piece immersed in that of the stew. Blowing on it, he tried to cool the piece before plopping it into his mouth, chewing the moist mass silently, swallowing three seconds later. Taking a small gulp of his ale, Nuada couldnāt help but to cock a brow curiously at Isaiah. -c-
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He knew the look in his eyes. That mischievous, anxious gaze that he himself once had before when he was around this manās age. But now Nuada was in his early thirties and felt like that of an old man instead of a still young steer. Sighing, the man lifted his spoon and dipped it into the stew, stirring it around a bit before lifting it to his mouth and consuming what lie within itsā basin. Chewing and swallowing like clockwork, Nuada ate and took yet another drink before picking at his bread, occasionally nibbling on some parts before alas going to speak. āThere seems to be something on your mind.ā Nuada assumed in low, cautious words. -c-
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āCare to share?ā He then asked, licking his lips slowly as he kept his eyes on the younger man who appeared to be like a very tall boy in his eyes, sitting up a little just in case he were to either turn on him or something possibly worse. -e-
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At the inquiry Isaiah had made, Nuada would almost jump, his eyes widening at the question. Had he ever been married before? No, it couldnāt be. He didnāt ask that. He must have heard him wrong. But no matter how hard he would try and deny the question within his mind, her image would show up, along with that of his children. Oh how the memories that came, broke him so. -c-
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But instead of showing such pained emotions, Nuada remained calm, almost stoic as he sat there nonchalantly with his eyes lingering across the table at Isaiah. A moment or two would pass however until Nuada would slowly nod and glance away with eyes darkened with emotion, the lids heavy and flitting as his lips barely quivered to his spoken words. āYesā¦ā He admitted in a low murmur before going to pick up his mug of ale and take a drink. āBut that was a long time ago.ā Nuada then added over the rim, closing his eyes as he took this long drawn and deep guzzle. After he wouldnāt pause as he took another before setting the mug down on the table in a slow, reluctant gesture. -c-
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āAnd you should also mind your father for heās the only one you have, and you wonāt always have him forever.ā He would then suggest to this younger male, his voice still low, seemingly calm as he would rub his chin before dragging a hand through his hair while having that of a tired gaze upon his rugged face. He would appear to be rather tired as of now for the question he had answered had taken whatever essence in his being away, leaving him almost like the empty shell he once was after losing them that fateful night of slaughter and greed. Oh how he missed them. His wife, his two children, soon to be three. -c-
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But here he was now, a rouge, a wanderer, a man with no place else left to go and no destiny to follow. A shell of what he used to be, which was a proud man with something to live for while he was still in the service of his lord, his king. However, over the years since he had lost his family, Nuada had remained somewhat sane, becoming colder and antisocial while at the same time being alive. Yes, he was alive and breathing. He was also waiting. Waiting for that day to come, the day as to which heāll take his last breaths of life and die either peacefully or in vain. By then he will hope to be forgiven for his past sins and journey to the other side and reunite with his family once again. -c-
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Wait, what sins? That was right, he no longer believed in what his fellow humans called God, for God was nothing but a deity made up as a last resort to keep people sane long enough to meet their fates. The night he had lost everything and himself, Nuada knew that he had been living wrong all his life believing in this God, for if God did exist, he would have had his family back. Right? Wrong. They werenāt back. They were dead.
And Nuada felt that he was the only one to blame for just that. -e-
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When this would happen, the nomad would almost jump from his seat. āWhat the-ā he began to say, his words left unfinished as he gazed upon the new form that took Isaiahās place. What was he? What was this boy? No, this man? Was he even human? Automatically Nuada knew the answer to that. -c-
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No. He couldnāt have been. But when this substitute spoke, the ex knight now hunter would find himself in what one would call shock. However, he didnāt wallow in such emotion, but instead would take it on, making himself seem calm even though he was startled, nervous, and suspicious at this point. Quickly he glanced around, his beautiful optics taking in such light that surrounded his gait. What was this? Heaven? -c-
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No, it was still just the bar. Good old Gambitās bar. Trying to remain in his seat, Nuada found himself glancing down at his untouched stew, noting as to how he had let it sit for quite some time now, along with that of his bread. But he was only distracting himself from meeting the now changed Isaiahās eyes that seemed to emit some hue to them that made them look as if they were glowing. What was this? Was this even real? Yes, unfortunately it was for Nuada would soon find himself almost toppling over as the floor quaked so and loud crashing sounds emitted from somewhere as to where he couldnāt see due to the blinding light.
Had something huge and monstrous just enter the bar and now sought to wreak havoc upon those who presided within it? -e-
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Nuada bursts into the bar and shouts "SPARTA!!!" before kicking Karen off her chair and then leaving silently.
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The afternoon sun would beat down from the heavens upon Nuadaās back as he lead his steed forth down the paved street towards that of Gambitās bar. Even though he wasnāt from this realm he had heard that the renowned bar had been rebuilt just months ago after a big accident that turned the building into a pile of rubble. Even though he was not a man to admit such things, but he was eager to go and inspect for himself if the place still lived up to its standards while also trying a nice pint of their ale and possible a mug or two of some freshly brewed apple cider. The thought of the warm beverage going down his throat and the taste would make the ex knight lick his lips while using his freehand to push his dark lengths of partially unkempt hair behind his ear as his right had a firm grasp on the reins of his horse. Obediently the buckskinned colored animal followed his masterās lead, his black mane bobbing atop of his head and neck whilst his tail flicked behind his buttocks. -c-
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The sound of the hooves clacking against the pavement and crunching the gravel would fill Nuadaās ears as he made way towards the bar and inn. āWell Ukko my old friend.ā He mused back to the stallion in a gruff voice, speaking to the beautiful creature as if it were actually a friend. āThis is your first time in Wing City. I know you havenāt seen such sights before, but I promise you the stables here are quite nice.ā He then said, pausing in midstride to turn to the creature as he bobbed his head up and down before sniggering as his ears twitched from side to side, his dark eyes glancing back and forth as they took in the sights that now surrounded him and his master as he spoke. Ukko; or so he was called, seemed to understand Nuadaās words and even nuzzled his hand as he went to pet him on the snout and on the bridge of his face. -c-
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After that, the large man would nod towards the bar as he took in the almost skyscraper view of it with a smile. āSo they have redone this placeā¦interesting.ā He thought to himself, his footsteps quickening as he made his way towards the left side of the large building. There he would pay the stable hands on duty six or so shillings to lodge his steed, on which they would do without question, thankful they got paid at least once today. With thoughts now plaguing his mind as he whistled a small tune to himself as he made his way towards the front of the bar, the ex knight would pause as his pale blue eyes landed upon the bloodied corpses of wolves. -c-
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āNow who couldāve done something like thatā¦poor creatures.ā He wondered aloud, tilting his head back to gaze up at the heavens as a hawk would call out from above before taking flight from a tree. He watched with a hand over his eyes as the red-tail flew in circles above his head before soaring off to ride the thermals. Nuada shrugged as a gruff grin claimed his features. Naturally his cloak made of furs would bounce upon his broad shoulders as he did that, but since it was summer he had left the thing back in his encampment, along with his helm as well. However, his sword would still be sheathed at his hip and his bow would be tied to Ukkoās saddle. Hopefully the stable hands wouldnāt pull any tricks and steal the piece or go through his bags. -c-
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Now there would be some trouble if they did, and luckily for them Nuada was a nice guy. A chuckle rumbled within Nuadaās chest now at the thought of himself getting angry over petty thievery as he strode forth into the bar. He was now in quite a good mood thanks to the nice walk and getting out from his home realm for a bit, and he was also thirsty for both ale and cider. How nice. Sighing as he took in the sight of the patrons of the bar as he managed to tower over some as he strode forth, Nuada would soon polietely close the door behind his robust gait and make his way towards the hearth, which would not be active today for it was rather hot outside and this place was air conditioned quite nicely. -c-
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Once where he needed to be however, the proclaimed nomad would seat himself at a table nearest to the hearth so he could overlook the slightly crowded room as well as get a nice view of the outdoors, which was and always will be his home. -e-
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