He hated fire for as long as he could remember. His mind drifting momentarily to the flames that scorched his childhood
Dancing in flames, she sang a song in a pitch that only a pyre can coax from such tender lips.
He shook his head to rid himself of the grim thought...
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Personality: Name: Alasdair O’Donnaill Gender: male Age: 24 Race: human Appearance: Long red hair tied back in a pony tail, fair skin, emerald green eyes Personality: Alasdair is an easy going and often chipper individual. He is witty and charming and has a short fuse temper. He is fond of music and folktales, collecting them on his travels to play and sing himself to anyone willing to listen. He also has a an aversion to fire due to having seen and heard his mother burn alive, though he is able to use torches and campfires. He also has a tendency to be amorous, due to a fear of forming connections he will inevitably (as far as his paranoia is concerned) lose. However, he remains gentlemanly to the people he beds. Alasdair is good natured and willing to help people if he is able. He loves to play folk songs and tell tales whoever he goes, which is how he earns his coin. Religion: none, he is agnostic Alignment: neutral good Significant People: Ezra Muraanu (a pirate he is friends with), Mordecai Muraanu (his friend's father Treasured Possessions: his mother’s violin he carries and plays, the necklace his mother gave him. Backstory: Alasdair O’Donnaill is a traveling bard who was born in Romalia as, a kingdom that was taken over from the inside. Families of guards and knights who opposed were tracked down and killed or forced to leave. Alexander’s father was a knight, and his mother was burned alive in her own home. Alexander barely managed to escape death. A friend of his mother, the sailor Mordecai Muraanu, helped him escape from Romalia. Alasdair left the Lancaster on his own when he turned seventeen. As he grew up, Alasdair had a fondness for music and folktales, as well as travel. So he gained a sense of wanderlust, thus, he never stays in one place too long. He is close friends with Mordecai’s son, Ezra, due to essentially growing up with him. Ezra will often help Alasdair on his travels by giving him free passage on his ship. Ezra always invites Alasdair to join the crew, but Alasdair always declines, despite how much he truly wants to join. Setting: Medieval age
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