Ciaran Caitriona

Ciaran Caitriona

Biographical information
Eretejva Tundra, Withereach 17 Alliria, The Shallows
Physical description
Nordenfiir Female 5'9 165 lbs Sandy Blonde Deep Royal Blue Ivory White
Political information
Beggar/Lumberer
Out-of-character information
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"Look, Little Stone. Look and see what the snowbanks hide, what hidden treasures lie beneath the blanket of powder. They are yours - if you are willing to brave the cold." - Niamh Caitriona

Appearance

At a glance, Ciaran is wiry for a Nordenfiir but is in fact incredibly toned and muscular. She has incredibly long, sandy blonde hair which she keeps in a decorative braid and adorned with a copper-like ring. Her clothes are ratty and timeworn, her usual ensemble consisting of a yellow tunic and pin-stripe pants that puff out at the knees down. A belt with a single, large leather pouch finished her outfit and an old, rusty dagger finds home tucked beneath her waistband.

She commonly walks around barefoot as she doesn't feel encumbered by the sensation of dirt or mud on her skin. Her face is angular and sharp, her brows come to a point and cast an inexorable expression of mischief and smugness across her face. Her lips are full and contrast a deep pink against her ivory white skin; a holdover from her northern heritage. Her hands are long and hard and consistently covered in whatever she's gotten into that day. She's beautiful, but in unconventional ways. Her eyes, a deep royal blue, are wide with wonder and excitement at all times and her movements are graceful - a stark disparity from her brash words and attitude.

Skills and Abilities

Bareknuckle brawling, decent knifeplay, keen senses. Has yet to unlock her Svalen form.

Personality

Ciaran is loud and braggadocious, rarely sharing the spotlight with others and proclaiming her many, questionable victories. If you didn't know her you'd think she was an obnoxious child who doesn't know how to lower her volume. Once she warms up, as difficult of a task as that is, her boisterous demeanor and its sullen origins become clearer. A sadness and hesitance hang over Ciaran. It grabs at her words and chokes them at the back of her throat from time to time. She's quick to brush these emotions away, however - burying her thoughts with the proposition of a sparring session or another round of drinks or taking a new partner to a new bed.

Biography & Lore


The Story So Far ; WIP

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