( Also a form from TheLastRenergade's RP: the School of Dragon Riders )

NAME: Finnegan "Ruadh" Gallagher
(Ruadh means "red" in ancient Celtic)

AGE: thousands of years old, though appears physically to be roughly 39

GENDER: male

SPECIES: elf (specifically Ljósálfar; Light Elf)

PERSONALITY: Though he appears gruff, introverted, and sometimes gets irked easily, truthfully he has a caring disposition and would hate to see anyone undeserving get harmed. He can be very stubborn in his ways but if he can be proven wrong (or if you're a close friend or of higher authority) then he is willing to step aside. Finnegan often appears ornery and if in the right mood even nostalgic, though the latter is rare. However, he will always be there if he is needed.

APPEARANCE: Finnegan has long waist-length dark red hair that he keeps combed back and in a low ponytail as to keep it out of his face. He stands at about six feet tall with broad shoulders and a fair complexion that's usually dusted with smears of ash. His light old-wood colored eyes are ever observant and he hardly ever smiles, though he doesn't have a perpetual scowl either. His wardrobe is anything but flashy and consists of an old low-cut smoke-stained tan shirt tied loosely by strings at the collar with the sleeves torn in places and stained near black. Worn out and patched brown leather pants and thick leather reinforced dark brown boots are his go to attire. While working he also wears a long and thick charcoal colored leather apron as well as thick gloves and black goggles for more heavy-duty jobs.

STRENGTHS: decent tolerance of heat (both born with and built up), knows how to wield a sword if needed, has an eye for detail, particularly good at cooking over an open fire.

WEAKNESSES: his eyesight and hearing have weakened over time due to his craft, his gruffness can sometimes lead to misunderstandings, he's also not very good at swimming.

BACKSTORY: (shall be brief). Finnegan grew up on an island off the coast and lived near his whole life in the Blacksmith trade, taught by his grandfather. He eventually made it his own craft as well. Some time later, around his early three-thousands, he moved to a small Elven Village and has stayed there ever since. He continues to serve as the village's Blacksmith and is willing to offer his services, of any he is able, to others wherever and whenever he can.

OTHER: Finnegan is strongly fond of pickled foods for some reason and dislikes sweets. He has a familiar named Drust who is an old dusted-grey male Hippogriff. He absolutely does not tolerate any form of horseplay or tomfoolery inside or even near his forge, any who do such will be promptly removed from the premises.

(Drust is an ancient Celtic name meaning "riot")