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Name Ciaran Black (Keer-awn or Ki-ar-an)
Age 26
Gender Male
Species  Human
Ethnicity Connlaothian - Mostly.
Height 5'11"
Occupation Blacksmith
Residence  Aspenward, Duchy of Ahjfeld, Connlaoth


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Physical Description
Ciaran is a handsome man and he looks far older than he actually is - what spending a life in front of a kiln will do to you. There's a long scar on his face, running from across his nose and up into his hair, an accident years ago that he's lucky to be alive from. Since this incident the hair on his temple has grown back white - perhaps from trauma to the flesh. Taller than some Connlaoth men he's also - amazingly- broading.

Ciaran is a muscle house and he's all shoulders with a small waist and he does his best to keep himself from having stick legs. Probably more fit than half the soldiers, he's also probably more scarred. A good number of burns litter his body and his hands are practically numb to pain with the amount of times he's burnt himself and hit his fingers. Large rough hands, he's a 'man's man' and looks the part.

His hair is long to keep it from his face, usually tied back in a braid when he's working to keep any wayward hair from his face and his eyes are a lovely green. He keeps himself clean shaven, again, to ward off any sparks from landing in, and catching fire to, a beard.

Personality
Ciaran used to be a sweet little boy that wanted to be like his dad. Then he got the chance to be like his dad. A blacksmith for the army. It was hard work and having to work in front of a forge all day helped mold who he was. Slightly obsessive about quality of work done and a drive to do better. If it isn't good enough he starts over. If he hears a blade has broken, he gets appropriately angry with himself for turning in shoddy work.

Also, needless to say, having lived with the army for twelve years in various locations he's become quite rough and tumble. He drinks when he can get away with it, he screws when he can get away with it and he sleeps when he can get away with it. Ciaran's super power would probably be 'sleeping with his eyes open'. Man can fall asleep at the drop of a hat and pretend to listen the whole time.

Magic/Abilities
Ciaran is a skilled blacksmith, having worked with a forge since before he could really walk, as his father did before him and his father did before him. There might be some sort of magic in there, but no. Ciaran is just a very skilled man at what he does and he takes pride in it when he can.

(also, he's made a little piece of jewelry a few years ago that he keeps in his pocket for his childhood sweetheart and continues to occasionally make little trinkets for fine and to practice his fine motor skills)

Relationships
Hay-Gee - Or as he called her, Gigi. Occasionally Hailey. Ciaran thought she was an odd girl and he knew on some level that she liked him and when he was gone he missed three things. The family dog, his dad and Hay-Gee. Then, a few years went by and there was no contact and he thought of her less and less and one day, he remembered her and he'd never confess how much his heart ached. Was she doing okay? Did she get married (She'd be at least 18 then) any children? Ciaran made a pendant (Or tried to) and when he deemed it successful he tucked it away with plans of giving it to her. Someday. Maybe someday.

History

Ciaran doesn't remember much of his childhood, just that his mother is dead, his father taught him everything he knew and he likes fire.

Also the little girl he made friends with. The one who was bright and happy and made him smile. When Ciaran closes his eyes he still thinks of her as a bright happy little girl. At the age of fourteen, he was chosen to smith the weapons for the army and for the most part, remained in one location, though traveled around a fair bit. As he grew bigger and taller and his weapons grew in quality and he was taken to bars and brothels to experience life.

Not much has happened to him besides being a blacksmith. Except for an injury during one of his first few years. Too hard of a hammer fall on too brittle a piece of metal sent it flying to his face - he's lucky to still have it. Lucky to have survived.

There was a girl, for a while, a nice girl that stayed longer than she had to than for the payment she received but it was puppylove and when they moved locations and he asked her to go with him, she laughed, pat him on the shoulder and told him it'd been fun. Ciaran didn't fall in Puppylove with whores after that. The best lessons are always the most painful anyway.

So, more years of working tirelessly and Cairan is being sent home for a while. A show of their appreciation for all his hard work over the years. That and he hurt his wrist and while he was still using it, the quality of work went down and he finally appealed that he needed to take a break - for his hand.

Still on his way home, the idea of being back there makes his heart race faster than anything else and he keeps the pendant tucked safely in his pocket. Trying to imagine Hay-Gee. Wondering if she's still there. Wondering why he was so curious anyway.

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