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Prince Fiachra Valardin

I can only wish that polite society followed rules as sensible as those of the natural world.

Social Rank: 3
Concept: Observant Woodsman
Fealty: Valardin
Family: Valardin
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Religion: Shamanism/Pantheon
Vocation: Huntsman
Height: 6'2"
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Moss Green
Skintone: Bronzed

Titles: Warden of the West

Description: Rugged features and a tousled silhouette make it readily apparent, even upon first glance, that Fiachra isn't the typical immaculate type of noble. His crowning glory is the black hair usually left falling heavily past his shoulders in loose waves which, along with the ever-present shadow of a beard, only manage to slightly soften the sharper angles of his cheeks, aquiline nose, and jawline. Said sharp features tend to draw attention to the moss green eyes standing out in bright contrast to his bronzed skin. His tall, athletic frame and the way he moves is often reminiscent of a prowling forest cat. When he smiles, though, it does a great deal to lessen the predatory mien into something approaching a more expected civility. Occasionally, a glimpse of the swirling, dark blue tattoos common among the Abandoned tribes can be seen above the neckline of his shirt, evidence of his cultural roots.

Personality: While there's usually a slightly feline edge to the man, Fiachra is someone who comes across as being entirely comfortable within his own skin and his place in the world. Generally at ease, his temper seems to be slow to kindle, and his sense of humour runs to a decided sharpness of wit. He notably prefers to be outdoors when possible, regardless of the weather.

Background: With a father crippled in battle prior to his birth, and a mother who fell to illness when he was but five, Fiachra grew up with the kind of fierce independence expected from those who had self-responsibility thrust upon them from youth. He always had a strong affinity for the Greenwood, and came to know its paths and all the variety of flora and fauna that called it home. Over time, he became a skilled woodsman and aided in the defence of the lands that his clan had held for centuries against all threats.

Honestly, he probably would have been content living out his days there, but change is inevitable, especially as a nephew of the Greenmarch chief, Marcel. When the Greenmarch Abandoned bent their knee and became members of the Compact, the ability to be flexible in one's worldview became a trait necessary for survival. In truth, of all his immediate family members, it's probably his younger sister that most embodies that particular quality. She's headed now to Arx to embrace this new world of opportunity that has opened up to them, and their father has tasked Fiachra with accompanying Eirlys to keep watch over her.

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