2p Pictland
Name: Earnan ("iron"; "one of knowledge")
Physical Age: roughly 45
Appearance:
(he basically looks like the picture above build-wise but has slate-grey-silver eyes, wears more modern attire, his hair goes down to just past his waist at his hips, and he has a birthmark somewhat in the shape of a heart (which he swears more resembles an elk hoof print....). )
Apparel: wears a midnight purple and ash grey tartan kilt, leather boots, a thick dark brown belt loosely at his waist, old worn out black T-shirt, and has a few beads and bangles hanging off of the ends of various braids in his hair.
Personality: he used to be very rambunctious and enthusiastic about life in his youth, then mellowed out with age. In his late teens and beyond he became a more respectable man though still retained his enthusiasm and optimism, as well as was a bit more playful than serious (though knew when to toughen up and be serious if need be). Then, just before Ireland was born he started becoming more somber and quiet. Right after Northern Ireland and Mann were born he seemed to have lost his passion for life altogether and became a very angry man. Always out drinking heavily and separating himself both physically and emotionally from his family until one day he left altogether.
Though this was all a painful fraud. Truly he is still a carefree and joyous soul, though that has since been tampered with and he is now a nostalgic wonderer who has become less optimistic of the world and thinks more now that happiness is something earned, not given or happenstance. And he sits by himself and wonders what he ever did to earn such sadness and scorn....
Other:
- has quite a bit of magic that he doesn't hardly use
- is an excellent and masterful sword fighter
- loves painting and his colorful canvases are able to capture a realistic yet somewhat blurred effect of nature or whatever else he decides to paint
- is so pale he burns rather than tans... every single time...
- good at art. Not at calligraphy...
- awaits the day of his revenge in the fae
- hates cherry flavored anything and likes various flavors of oatmeal (with fruit chunks)
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