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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As he sat in wait for a barmaid to come to his table and take his order, Nuada glanced around for a moment whilst he tapped his fingers on the table before him in boredom. At least it kept him occupied for the time being. Soon his eyes fell on Harsk Gulrin, observing him for a moment as he drank his ale. Based on what he seen so far and how the man had about needed to sit on a box in order to be level with the table in the booth he sat on, Nuada could tell he was a dwarf. He nodded his head to the bearded fellow, acknowledging his offer to sit with him and would soon stand. -c-
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Running a hand through his slightly wavy lengths of black hair, he would begin heading across the room towards the booth in order to show that he accepted the dwarf’s offer and was willing to accompany him this fine day. “Greetings.” He mused down at Hursk Gulrin once he claimed a seat across from him after making it across the room pretty quickly with some time to spare. No sooner than he had seated himself, the muscles in his biceps would flex as he nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders and rested his arms on the table top with them folded overtop one another. Trying not to stare down at dwarf, Nuada’s pale blue optics flicked about for a moment before he waved a bar wench. -c-
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As she came, he would give her a courteous smile before murmuring his order of a pint of ale. This alone showed the man’s powerful thirst as he lifted at least shillings from his purse and handed them to her. “For your troubles.” He mused in a gentle tone, only to shake his head once the young lass giggled and went about her way to take other orders first before serving to him his beverage. -e-
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Nuada chuckled at Harsk’s behavior and watched with a small grin as the wench brought over their orders. “I’m called Nuada.” He mused over the rim of his mug before taking a hearty sip of his ale. “And I wouldn’t worry about your thirst there, Harsk.” He murmured, his voice low and gruff as he extended his hand over the tabletop and accepted that of the dwarf’s. -c-
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For a moment he would grin before lightly shaking the limb before releasing it and withdrawing his own. “Pleasure is mine.” He mused politely, taking another gulp of his ale before shaking his head. For a minute he would pause, his eyes widening a bit. Did he say wolves? For a second he flinched, cocking his head to the side slightly. “So were you the one who killed those wolves out there?” He asked almost in disbelief as the image of their mutilated corpses popped up in his thirty two year old mind. -e-
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The man shook his head slowly as Harsk tried to explain himself the best he could. He took another gulp of ale before setting the large mug down with a sigh. “You did what you had to do. I was just surprised no one cleaned up the bodies outside, they’re starting to stink and bring vultures.” Nuada commented as he scratched the light stubble of facial hair on his chin for a moment while shuffling his feet on the wooden floor with a tired sigh.
Even though the day had just barely begun in his eyes, he could’ve sworn that he was already having a long day already, which as surprising for he usually had tons of energy to spend for hours at a time.
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“I haven’t battled a giant yet, but I heard they’re very tough. I came close to a couple trolls back in my prime when things were good. Now I’m just a nomadic wanderer.” Nuada admitted as his eyes traveled up to the ceiling. The way he spoke would seem like he was hiding something that he preferred to not bring up just yet, or never. But he proved Harsk’s assumption correct as he ran his fingertips over the small hairs that flecked his chin and jawline. That was what happened when he forgot to shave, and he absolutely refused to grow out a beard and become a Grizzly Adams. -c-
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After all his wife really liked him clean shaven, and his kids picked on him if he tried to grow a small beard. Even his daughter, who was blind, knew when he had facial hair for she was that gifted. While his son just simply begged him to shave for he wanted to grow a beard too, but was only of eight years old. The thought of them made Nuada’s eyes narrow, the lids growing heavy as he would try and mask the pain in his heart by taking a long drink of his ale. Now they were gone, they had been for four years…forever taken from him, his wife, his daughter, his son, and the babe he had coming along the way.
He was nothing now without them and had long grown to accept that by becoming an outcast about a month after he had to forget about them with no graves to dig for their bodies were no more than a pile of ash by the time they had died. -e-
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Nuada sighed as he accepted Harsk’s offer and set down his mug after one last gulp of the brewed contents, on which he would savor as he slowly went to stand. Being careful to not knock the dwarf off of his feet as he moved, Nuada dug some shillings from his purse and tossed the coins onto the table. “I’ll pay for us both.” He commented, running his hand through his hair as he went to follow the shorter fellow but instead ended up walking before him. “I hope you don’t mind the delay, but I have to get my horse before we go. I can’t leave him here.” The man commented, glancing back at Harsk as a smile claimed his features while a cocked in amusement.
Even though this was a life risking fight and possibly mindless slaughter, Nuada the wanderer was sure up for the challenge and a fight.
Nuada glanced over at Harsk as he held the door open for him so he could exit first before he did. Upon stepping outside the wind would greet his face and whip about his hair as he strode down the staircase alongside of his dwarfish friend. “I’ll be sure to meet you there, but don’t assume I won’t catch up to you. Ukko’s a fast horse of a strong breed.” Commented the wanderer as he began to go around the left corner of the bar as to where the stables would be located. There he would leave Harsk behind in order to retrieve his buckskin colored steed with a black mane and a strong built made for fast running and tough environment. After the stable hand he had paid earlier, would lead the stallion out from the stable he had placed him in, Nuada would thank the slightly older fellow while climbing onto the homemade saddle. -c-
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Upon taking the reins he directed the horse and edged him forth with a light kick to the sides and a jerk of the reins. Immediately the beast of burden trotted forth, burring lightly as it seemed to be happy to have Nuada riding upon his back. It wouldn’t take long until the ex knight’s form disappeared down a dirt road as to where he would go to meet his new acquaintance and slay some hill giants with him. -e-
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Before he had followed Harsk into the dark depths of the dungeon, Nuada had let Ukko loose outside for he knew the animal was too loyal to leave but prone to wandering off somewhere to eat crab apples or find some moist grass to chew. Slinging his longbow over his right shoulder and the quiver over his left, Nuada made sure to grab a dagger or two from his saddlebags and sheath them to his sword belt, along with a dirk. He was smart enough to grab one of the lit torches at the entrance of the abandoned place before striding in behind his smaller companion. “Goblins you say?” He would ask rhetorically as he glanced from side to side through the dark with the torch in his left hand.
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The pungent scent that soon filled his nostrils made the grown man spit in disgust before rushing ahead in order to catch up with Harsk’s swift strides. He had to admit that for a dwarf, Harsk was pretty fast and seemed to be able to carry his axe with no problems at all. Nuada knew better than to display ignorance and ask the little man how he did it, but would instead come to walk by his side. A sigh escaped from parted lips as coolness greeted his masculine bulk and a couple water droplets that had gathered on the cracked ceiling, would drop upon his head. “We must be getting close to the main corridor, Harsk. Either that or there’s a water source somewhere above this god forsaken place.” Commented the man to the dwarf after he watched the oiled flames on the torch he carried, flicker a little as a couple water droplets hit them.
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After that comment he would fall silent and soon come to a halt in his steps. He heard something. Voices. No it was like a calling of some sort, a growl perhaps or a groan. Blinking, Nuada lowered his hand to the hilt of his blade and glanced down at Harsk. “I think you’re right about the goblins.” He murmured seconds later.
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A sigh escaped from the battle worn and heavily troubled man whilst he sat alone at the counter within Gambit’s Bar. His oddly beautiful blue eyes were narrowed, glazed just a little bit, and his hands shook every time he lifted the mug of ale he had in his possession, up to his lips for a deep gulp. The nomadic man had been in the bar for a little bit now and still had yet to make his hulking presence known to any of the other patrons who occupied this crowded, public place. Slightly curved strands of wavy hair occasionally fell into his rugged face when he would lean forth after he rested his callused elbows on the polished wooden counter. Licking his lips as he set his mug down, he would lift a hand and scratch the stubble of facial hair that aligned his chin and jaw before pushing his dark hair behind his ears. -c-
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It had been a day or two since he last shaved off the beard, and there was no way he was going to let it grow. So, that would be on his mind now as he sat there in a nonchalant manner, drinking lukewarm ale with nothing to do or say except for to glance around like some wallflower. He didn’t care, tonight was just one of those nights where everything was mellow and excitement lacked in the forecast. With a deep grunt, the ex knight slouched in his seat and gently cracked his knuckles. The sound of popping bone made him relax, his booted ankles crossing by the legs of the barstool he sat upon, which supported his large frame and weight. -c-
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After he had done whatever he could to make himself comfortable for a bit longer, he would soon hear the door of the bar open and hear the noises of the outside as someone walked in. Sitting up a little he glanced over his shoulder, only to find himself captivated by a rare and beautiful sight of Nemo. It had been a while since he laid eyes on an elf as pretty as that, in fact it induced a shudder within his body as if a wintry breeze caressed his nude biceps and planted kissed on his masculine face. Shifting a little in his seat as he observed the woman whilst squinting a little at her radiant frame, he could almost tell she did something for a living that definitely was rare and life risking. -c-
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But not wanting to have his gaze caught lingering upon her beautiful frame, the outcast quickly drummed his callused fingers on the counter before looking the other way once he picked up his mug of ale and took a quick gulp, which sent driblets of ale sailing down his chin and jugular like perspiration. -e-
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Nuada -Runs at Dark_Star before going to paddle her like from this movie she seen.-
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He couldn’t help but to observe Nemo from the corner of his eyes as she made her way to the counter. Instead of sitting near him, she sat to his right, just down the line from where he sat towards the end of the left. With every breath he took, his chest slowly rose and fell as he became rather bored and tired by the second. Unoccupied by anything except for finishing his ale and quickly ordering another, the once noble man had nothing else better to do than to look at an attractive woman who looked to be the type to not take anything from anybody. Once he had seen her go to flick the waiter’s forehead like a mother scolding a child or two friends bickering for fun, he would glance the other way as the bartender sat down a mug of ale before his slouched gait. -c-
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