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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But her shout in protest automatically attracted his attention and made him sit upright in alert. It angered him so much when a man dare lay his hands on a woman like that, any woman in fact, young or old. Slowly he placed his right hand on the hilt of his blade subconsciously as he rose from his seat, but would soon release his grasp of the weapon as he made his way towards the not so polite and courteous waiter and the beautiful, Nemo. Upon swift strides he would be behind the smaller and thinner male and would quickly place a hand on his right shoulder and grasp the area pretty tight in order to give an example of his powerful strength that still remained within the borderline of human limits and were not in any way, extreme. -c-
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“Release the woman and put away your lust...do your job properly before I make sure you never work this place again.” He murmured in a low whisper into the waiter’s ear as he slowly leaned forth, anger hinting his gruffly toned voice as she glanced from the smaller man’s face to the elf. He tried to offer her a smile of reassurance, but that would all change as he tightened his grasp on the waiter’s shoulder and went to slowly and politely yank him back a little. -e-
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As the waiter retreated without even apologizing to Nemo, he would barely pay attention to what she had to say until she started over by thanking him. With a smile he slowly shook his head and lifted a hand. “There’s no need to thank me, miss. I just dislike it when a man mistreats a lady like that, just because she’s very beautiful.” He replied, nodding slowly to her as she ordered him a drink.
“Oh there’s no need to get me anything…but thanks anyways though, I appreciate it.” He protested a little while still thanking her. However, he would not take a seat at her table for he knew it was not right to seat himself unless asked for that was a rather impolite thing to do.
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“I can imagine the game would be very fun. Dwarves are renowned for being able to hold their alcohol for a long time, which makes the game sort of unfair but fun none the less. And I assure you I’m not as shy as I seem.” The nomadic one replied with a wry grin as he slowly took a seat at where she indicated for him to sit. Slowly he lifted his mug of ale that was what he guessed his reward for saving her neck during a time of need. “I’ve played the game once or twice. But it was a long time ago when my wife used to scold me for coming home drunk and waking up the kids in the middle of the night with my laughter and merry making.” Would be the last thing he murmured, before tilting his mug to the side a little in order to somewhat toast her before taking a gulp of the fresh liquids.
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Nuada chuckled a little as Nemo made the comparison between the two races. “Well, I’m a human so I wouldn’t know. I can either get drunk slowly or quickly depending on what mood I’m in and how much food I ate that day before I began drinking.” He commented in low words, taking another gulp of his ale before setting down the mug with a sigh. Shaking his head as she spoke of having a lover herself but of the same gender, he would glance away momentarily as a saddened expression claimed his face. -c-
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“Me and you have that in common. Well, my wife could drink a lot before she had our first two children.” He commented, his smile returning once the subject was changed. Now he couldn’t help but to laugh as Nemo slammed her glass down on the table and began to speak like she was drunk already. “Well you know what they say about those trolls. Those things are nasty fuckers, especially the ones with a bit of beauty on them.” The nomad commented, grinning a little as he remembered his own run in with a troll. -c-
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Oh how fun that was to bring down that mighty beast. Quickly he went to take another drink before pausing. Did he just swear in front of her? Jumping, he about gasped like he had seen a ghost and would slam his mug down. Cursing himself he tried to apologize but mumbled the words out like a shy little boy in front of his first love. Hopefully she could understand his words for he didn’t feel like repeating himself over all of this noise. -e-
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Upon entering the renowned bar room, Nuada Fearghas slowly removed his spiked helm. Glancing around the room with a slow, tired gaze, he proceeded towards the bar with his helm held at his right hip. Behind him, his woolen cape waved whilst his furred boots thudded on the floor. In his early thirties, Nuada still seemed to keep his younger looks that he possessed in his twenties without the fear to age gracefully. Finding a seat at the overly large counter wouldn't prove to be hard for the ex knight as he simply chose a stool and sat.
Placing his helm on the counter top, Nuada sighed and ran a calloused hand through his dark, wiry locks of hair before scratching at the stubble of beard that began to form at his jaw-line. Normally he shaved every day, but come of late he started to slack off, and planne to shave soon so he wouldn't take on the appearance of a mountain man or an overly stereotypical wizard. "Barkeep, I'll have an ale along with some of your freshly baked bread from the kitchen." The imtimidating looking but kind hearted man beamed, a smile etching across his firm lips once the older man had approach, asking for what he'd like to start his evening at the bar. Nodding, the bartender jotted this down on his little notepad and went to go do just that.
Meanwhile, Nuada pulled out a medium sized purse from his pocket and dispersed five gold pieces of gold onto the counter top beside his helm. "That should be enough for the eve'." Nuada mused, pushing out the pieces for the barkeep to swipe once he had placed a hearty sized mug of ale before him. Nodding, Nuada lifted the mug to his lips and took a long, drawn drink. It was just as simple as that.
Until his bread came, Nuada sat with his back to the room. He seemed to be in deep thought for he chuckled at something and slowly shook his head before going to take a long drink of his brew. "Thank you." Mused the man in an [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2VGoc8Wq5Zk]accented[/url] tone once the barkeep had came out from the kitchens, delivering a few slices of bread with a small bowl of butter and a knife. Once thanked, the barkeep only nodded and cleaned off his hands on a towel, continuing onto his other customers.
Licking his lips, Nuada eyed up the pieces of homemade bread, slowly lifting one into his left hand whilst his right hand weilded the knife and dipped the blade into the butter. Spreading the butter onto the piece, he placed the knife down and took a bite. The bread was delicious. Marveling at such taste, he took another, pausing only to take a drink of his ale. It would seem to those who might be watching him, that it had been a while since he had dined upon some freshly baked bread.
When approached by this oddly decorated woman, a brow cocked upon Nuada's features. "Greetings." He muttered to her, watching as she took a seat by his side. Taking a sip of his ale, he quickly nodded towards the bread. "Help yourself." The man of once noble stature told her, smiling a little as he seemed to reject her offer. "And you don't need to pay me back or share what you have, I already paid for myself and there's enough for me to share."
With a hand outstretched, Nuada carelessly pushed open the door to the bar. Barely making two steps in, he closed the door behind him and removed his cape. Slinging the garb over his left shoulder, the robust man scratched at the stubble of facial hair he was growing on his jaw line and sighed. Advancing forth he used that same hand to run up through his wiry black strands of hair and shrugged his shoulders. He appeared to be in a somewhat better mood than last as he made his way towards the counter.
Halfway there he paused, his pale eyes slowly glancing from side to side, unblinking as he decided to turn to his left and head towards a desolate table nearest to the fake hearth. Upon reaching one he seemed to like, the man pulled out a chair so that his backside could be facing the room before he slowly sat down without a second's notice. That was all he seemed to do upon entering, that is if a barmaid or waiter showed up and took his order for this eve. Like he usually would, Nuada knew he'd order himself a pint of ale and something to eat along with a side of freshly baked bread. However, he knew he'd save a large half of the loaf for his steed Ukko; a buck skin colored stallion, during his stay in the stables out back for a man was only as good as his horse, and due to their bonding, both of them were fantastic despite growing older and older as the years went by.
