Ciaran, Bard Of Hightower

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

Character Name: Ciaran Hightower
Nicknames: Ci, Ciri
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Half Dark Elf, Half Salvian Human
Status: Alive and Breathing.

Description
Height: Around 6'2ft.
Weight: 175 pounds.
Body Type: Big, broad shouldered, tall and fairly well muscled.
Eyes: Pale blue
Hair: Straw-like Blonde.
Skin: Light, with a slight grey-ish hue.
Markings/Tattoos: None.
Health: Currently perfectly healthy.
Personality: Ciaran is very cheerful, he tends to be talkative and was something of ladies man, though now engaged. He has an ever lasting sense of humour, and almost always has a wisecrack or snide remark to make at any given time to lighten the mood, making him a comic relief.
Inventory: His treasured lute, given to him by his sister Kaila on his 6th birthday. The lute is iron plated to protect it from harm.
Further Details: Ciaran is an extremely talented musician and uses his skills to make his livelihood.

Life Style
Alignment*: Neutral Good.
Deity*: The Creator
Religion: The Church of Oren's faith
Alliance/Nation/Home: Currently, none. He wanders around Malinor  and Abresi playing music.
Job/Class: A talented bard and a traveller.
Title(s): Son of King Garth Hightower, the Travelling Bard
 

Professions: Proficient in Swordplay for self defense, and of course an excellent musician.
Special Skill(s): MUSIC AND STUFF. GAWD.
Flaw(s): Ciaran doesn't know when to shut up for his own good. As mentioned earlier he always as a wisecrack or smart remark planned, and this tends to piss people off, sometimes powerful people.

Weaponry
Fighting Style: A very direct form of formal sparring. When Ciaran is forced to fight he uses swordplay as a duelist or a fencer, focusing on quick stabs and jabs.
Trained Weapon: The Short Sword, Iron plated lute bashing.
Favored Weapon: The short sword.
Archery: Somewhat decent.

Biography
Parents: Garth Hightower, Laila Darkspire.
Siblings: Kaila Hightower
Children: A three month old miscarriage with his fiance, Mirai Snow.
Extended Family: The Snows. Mirai, Junsu, Minwoo, and so on.
Pet(s): None as of now.

History

Ciaran was born in the elven town of Darkhaven, deep in the forests of Malinor. In his infancy he was raised by his mother, Laila Darkspire. Ciaran was born with the curse of never quite fitting in, being a half human child in a town full of Mali'ker was jarring at best for a very young child.

 

At the age of five, Ciaran was sent by his mother to Kingston, Salvus, to live with his older sister, Kaila. Life for Kaila was hard, and it soon became equally hard for Ciaran, as they were both bastard children, both half elven, and both Hightowers. None of those traits very popular amongst the powerful knightly orders that ran Oren at the time. As a result he had been beaten, bullied and abused.

 

At the age of six, Ciaran discovered music. He begged Kaila to buy him a lute, and was overjoyed when she gave him one for his birthday. He seemed to have a natural gift for music, and quickly taught himself to play.

 

At the young age of 12, Ciaran packed up and left his home to wander. He had still never met his father, the king, nor did he wish to suddenly become close to a father who had always been so distant. He travelled around the north of Anthos, playing music with elves, druids and other friendly factions.

 

At 18, Ciaran had all but mastered the art of the lute, playing for money, travelling around at his own whim and having the occasional one night stand with bar dwelling young women. It was in the imposing ruin of Ac'talarah that he met his future wife to be.

 

Mirai Snow was an easterner from a distant land, a member of a family of white haired humans famous for their business in dealing cactus green and delving with delvers. She was crying when Ciaran first met her, lamenting her woes of past lovers. Ciaran consoled her like a close friend, as opposed to someone he had only met moments before. And that was it.

 

The two became close and spent more time together. For the first time in his life Ciaran almost felt compelled to settle down. This desire was only strengthened when they found out Mirai was with child.

 

Ciaran was scared, he'd never even considered himself ever being a parent, but in the end the two lovers decided to keep the child, feeling they owed it a life. However, it wouldn't matter. Three months into the pregnancy and tragedy struck, leaving Mirai with a miscarriage. They were both devastated.

 

Ciaran resolved to move on, refusing to let this tragedy ruin his relationship with Mirai, or dampen his life. He eventually proposed to her, and with her father's blessing, and his own father nowhere to be found, they were on their way to married life.

 

 

Artwork

disclaimer, ciaran is not edward kenway.

[hoodmaster906 32]

*Roland thinks to himself 'Hmmmm, maybe I could use this man, a warrior may haps?'

[Agnub 605]

Do good; don't be edgy.

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

Do good; don't be edgy.

Of course, the bunga will never die.

[aron. 425]

Aron approves.