Aidan Faolán
Basic Info
| Image | Player Name | Character Name | Race | Class |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| N/A | Tiruin | Aidan Faolán | Sylvan Elf | Bard//Warrior Poet |
Attribute Info
| Abilities | Health Part | Magick Part | Aggression | Fortitude | Nimble | Brilliance | Spirit | Awareness | Companionship | Allure |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Scouting, Survival, Performing, Instrumentally-Adept (Especially with the flute), Cartography, Diplomacy, Persuasion, Cooking. | 2 | 2 | 2 | 3 | 6 | 5 | 6 | 5 | 5 | 4 |
Race info (Sylvan Elf)
A race said to be an ancient scion of elder humans since the dawn of time, the only difference noted in this particular race is oft seen - and usually depicted - by their ears, pointed and shaped like a leaf. This characteristic is only one of several others that define an Elf, the rest being humanoid in appearance, with sharp features. They are generally of the same height as most humans off the equatorial plane - averaging at about ~5 and a half feet, with lean bodies built for traversing forested and arable land easily.
The Sylvan races have always been known to be creative in their works, able to exist in a mutual relationship with their living environment, in harnessing it's power to aid both sentient and immobile life, depending on what most basically term as 'magic' in doing so.
Basic/Note Data
Aidan is a male of average frame - standing at the height of 5'7" and weighing at 144 pounds. His hair is dark brown, easily mistaken as black due to his light complexion. His eyes are a deep shade of amber along with a clean shaven moustache and beard. His face is angled like a wide V.
On his right forearm are the letters: 
, a symbolism from his people and a sign of honor.
He prefers wearing loose garments - lightly colored traveling garb along with a grey cloak and hood.
Bio
Aidan is an idealist, a man who looks upon the world not as an entity, but as an adventure. He believes in the strength of a united people, and in the power of a group when faced with troubles and adversity.
He was never comfortable with a sedentary life - staying in the groves inspecting the realm, but chose to begin his adventures with his most trusted companion - himself, mostly. While danger was ever-present, learning by hand and by eye was the best way he found to achieve succor in his desires. In time, he was recognized by the local authorities and law-leaders, and was given a profession in the guardian-forces, the military.
His life was mostly a benevolent one, excluding the hardships that were overcome and the sadness of war and death, wisdom was his key and his guide in the coming days. Trying to aid and soothe as a soldier of symphony.
Changing Scenery
It was in the War of the Isles that everything changed. A constant sea battle between the continents that only ended in pyrrhic victories for both sides, and the expenditure of the magic-lines that held up the foundations of the world he lived in. As a morale officer, and a banneret of his King, Aidan was on the frontlines along with most of the wounded and dying when a sudden maelstrom occurred along with a strange vortex of air appearing right above it's center.
He was sucked in it - not with the ship, as he fell off due to a stray arrow lodging itself for free in the arm. Strangely, the last thing he noticed was that it was a very sunny day.