Fingal Eadgils
Appears Human
A dullahan? Hrrm. Which kind?
Ah.
That kind. Born of blood an spirit. Of bodies tossed together in a grave for the dead and dying. Upon the ley lines with a single burning desire, crying out to every god and powerful being in a desperate plea. For a single wish that outshines even the stars with the final thoughts of some repsite from their woe.
A miserable existence that one.
That kind can never know peace. They have no true place in the world, and none would have them in any true way. For their kind are a blasphemous concoction of fae magick and twisted mortal spirit. Be it greed, loathing, or indulgence. Doesn't matter in the end.
Best you mind yourself walking in its presence. Only death dares to stand with them as equals.
Appearance
Bearing sharply pointed features as if cut from stone, the only softness present hides inside of his narrow eyes. With a brow typically found to be knit together in some continuing sense of perturbation. A clear contradiction of the sly grin that perpetually paints his face when greeting or speaking.
Clear cut lines of humor flank his grin, guiding the eye down to an equally sharp chin always decorated with long stubble as though the skin has never truly known a proper blade.
A spry and lean build as if made for something more than simple craft, the woodsman is easily recognizable from most by his towering height alone. Broad shoulders exaggerated with every swing of a felling axe, which rests easily inside the man's hands, capable of holding even the largest tankard without use of the handle.
Labor comes easily to the being known as Fingal.
Always in search of a place to ply his trade for a time, he brings with him a jovial aura, donning a smile as one might wear a piece of clothing. His hair is usually seen untied, but never unkempt. Allowed to both frame and hide his face as needed. The most notable feature is the permanent scar that is across his left eye, a thing always played off as a horrible accident rather than the strike of a nobleman's ring in a failed hunt.
Clear cut lines of humor flank his grin, guiding the eye down to an equally sharp chin always decorated with long stubble as though the skin has never truly known a proper blade.
A spry and lean build as if made for something more than simple craft, the woodsman is easily recognizable from most by his towering height alone. Broad shoulders exaggerated with every swing of a felling axe, which rests easily inside the man's hands, capable of holding even the largest tankard without use of the handle.
Labor comes easily to the being known as Fingal.
Always in search of a place to ply his trade for a time, he brings with him a jovial aura, donning a smile as one might wear a piece of clothing. His hair is usually seen untied, but never unkempt. Allowed to both frame and hide his face as needed. The most notable feature is the permanent scar that is across his left eye, a thing always played off as a horrible accident rather than the strike of a nobleman's ring in a failed hunt.
Skills and Abilities
Witching Hour - Fin's power is most potent in the darkest hours of the night. Coming into life beneath the full moon that commonly holds sway over the world rather than the celestial body responsible for blotting out the sun every four years.
Dark Hunger - Fingal can eat and drink just like any being, but it does not satisfy his sensation of hunger. Just as he was born of the flesh of mortals, the blood of the living is what sustains him. Unlike vampires however, it isn't simply restricted to the blood, as the entirety of a living being is a viable option.
Unlife - A curiosity of the ley lines and the unyielding spirit of mortals. Fin walks the fine line between undead and fae. Being both and neither simultaneously.
Tis but a Flesh Wound - Most Dullahan are known for their headless physique. Fin however retains his entire body, and while uncomfortable, does not perish from simply removing his head or limbs. All of which can be reattached via magick or regrown with both time and magick.
Similar but Other - Being born of both fae magick and mortal will, Fin bears a weakness that threatens his existence similar to fae. Remade from the flesh and blood of man however has changed his weaknesses from Iron to the ultimate undoing of mortals, Gold. As greed is their ultimate weakness, it is exaggerated by his fae magick connection to the world.
Wood Carving - A favored pastime when the work gets slow. A whittling knife present in the times when he is at rest or sitting silently. Often found working on intricate and often times delicate pieces in the depiction of different wildlife.
Dark Hunger - Fingal can eat and drink just like any being, but it does not satisfy his sensation of hunger. Just as he was born of the flesh of mortals, the blood of the living is what sustains him. Unlike vampires however, it isn't simply restricted to the blood, as the entirety of a living being is a viable option.
Unlife - A curiosity of the ley lines and the unyielding spirit of mortals. Fin walks the fine line between undead and fae. Being both and neither simultaneously.
Tis but a Flesh Wound - Most Dullahan are known for their headless physique. Fin however retains his entire body, and while uncomfortable, does not perish from simply removing his head or limbs. All of which can be reattached via magick or regrown with both time and magick.
Similar but Other - Being born of both fae magick and mortal will, Fin bears a weakness that threatens his existence similar to fae. Remade from the flesh and blood of man however has changed his weaknesses from Iron to the ultimate undoing of mortals, Gold. As greed is their ultimate weakness, it is exaggerated by his fae magick connection to the world.
Wood Carving - A favored pastime when the work gets slow. A whittling knife present in the times when he is at rest or sitting silently. Often found working on intricate and often times delicate pieces in the depiction of different wildlife.
Personality
Seldom few are able to delve beyond what Fin considers a surface level veneer.
Jovial and easy going, there is effort put into appearing as though he is an ambitionless buffoon. Nothing seems to truly trouble the man beyond a simple grunt of short lived irritation. Adapting to his surroundings with astonishing ease at times, even when thrown to the metaphorical wolves.
Aside from verbal jabs, there is seldom any mention of anyone seeing Fin going beyond that strange calm that seems to take hold of him when presented with a volatile situation. A quirk perhaps of an early life lesson in his staggering height and power. Whatever the reason, he never allows anyone to tread beyond the topical troubles of the day.
Beneath the façade exists a troubled being.
At odds with wanting a simpler life, and to enjoy the company of others. To make friends that go beyond the need to satiate a hunger that he cannot control if ignored. The threat of his existence to those around him leads to self-isolating behaviors and wariness around those who would linger in his presence. The fear of death however is a stronger thing than the want of peace, and continues to drive him further into isolating behaviors.
Jovial and easy going, there is effort put into appearing as though he is an ambitionless buffoon. Nothing seems to truly trouble the man beyond a simple grunt of short lived irritation. Adapting to his surroundings with astonishing ease at times, even when thrown to the metaphorical wolves.
Aside from verbal jabs, there is seldom any mention of anyone seeing Fin going beyond that strange calm that seems to take hold of him when presented with a volatile situation. A quirk perhaps of an early life lesson in his staggering height and power. Whatever the reason, he never allows anyone to tread beyond the topical troubles of the day.
Beneath the façade exists a troubled being.
At odds with wanting a simpler life, and to enjoy the company of others. To make friends that go beyond the need to satiate a hunger that he cannot control if ignored. The threat of his existence to those around him leads to self-isolating behaviors and wariness around those who would linger in his presence. The fear of death however is a stronger thing than the want of peace, and continues to drive him further into isolating behaviors.
