Whew. Finally finished.
Kier Bodhar (formerly mac Alasdair)
Ethnicity: Scottish
Allegiance: The Holy-Emperor Charlemagne
Profession: Varlet
Age: 24
Height: 6’
Weight: 178lbs
Appearance: Though built thickly, Kier has little muscle to speak of and a soft, rounded face. His skin is darker than that of most of his family, but easily freckled all the same. That is, except where it’s covered by patches of albino skin. One of these spots is on the right side of his face, including his entire eye and following down along his jaw. The eye on this side is a pale gray-ish pink, while the left is teal. Other spots are along the right side of his ribs, the back of his left hand, from his left heel halfway up the back of his shin, most of his skull down along the length of his spine, and one other that goes unseen and unmentioned. Wherever these spots are, his hair is white-blond. Everywhere else, it’s a bright red.
Skill-at-Arms: 2 – While he’s never looked for fights, he’s had to defend himself in the past. Amélie has helped teach him basic techniques, but most he can’t get the hang of.
Wisdom: 4 – Much of his free time growing up was spent learning skills from those around him. Instead of a formal education or writings to learn from, he had ample time, hands ready to be used, and adults kind enough to let him watch or assist with their work. He’d never master how to bake the perfect pie, flawlessly repair clothing, or carve a bowl that wasn’t lopsided, but he could always make the most of what he had.
Magic: 4 – In exchange for half of his sight, he was given control of the water element, limited only by his imagination and the practice he puts into it. He has plenty of the former, but the latter he has neglected severely, only making use of a couple practical skills.
Vitality: 4 – Besides the tendency for his lighter patches of skin to burn in the sun, Kier has never had any particularly serious illnesses or injuries.
Wealth: 2 – After his own supplies and any that Amélie neglects, anything he has left is saved for whatever toy or trinket happens to catch his eye.
Other Notable Attributes: Speaks Gaelic, English, and French. Can read and write basic Gaelic, a bit of French, and even less Latin.
Possessions: Travel and campaign gear and provisions
Relationships: Alasdar mac Neill (father), Maire inghean Einri (mother), Caitilin inghean Alasdair (sister), Dame Amélie Sans-Dieu de la Roche-Blanche (varlet to), Bo (best friend)
Social Rank: Commoner, Landless
Honor: Kier considers himself a Christian, but he’s never been devout. He seeks to do as much good as he can, and isn’t prone to either anger or violence, despite his efforts to help in the war. Above all, he thinks that people should try to find their own answers instead of following blindly and make the most of their lives.
Biography: Kier was the second child to Alasdar and Maire, and their last. From the very first moments of his life, it was obvious that there was something wrong with him. In less than an hour of time outside, the spots on his skin would burn horribly, and even looking out when the sun was bright would hurt his eyes. While his mother embraced it all as a sign that the boy was closer to God, his father, and the rest of his family, thought otherwise. Alasdar remained as close to Caitilin as he ever was, but never bonded with his son, and grew distant from the woman that had birthed such a sin. With a temper and impulsive nature all her own, once she’d had enough neglect, Maire took her children, supplies, and their savings and left their home in the Scottish Highlands. The three stopped in several villages between there and Lowlands, Maire taking what temporary work she could to make sure they could get by, but often needing to barter with what few trinkets they had. This left the children to either run around on their own, with Caitilin looking after Kier, or under the care of whichever villagers their mother happened to make friends with.
Eventually, Caitilin was old enough to help the small family earn their wages, allowing their mother to take them farther from their home. They went from Scotland to England, then from there across the waters to France just before the death of Arthur, never truly settling until Kier was well into his teens. Late one summer, while exploring just outside of the town, Kier stumbled upon a faery. Though he’d often dreamt of what he would do if the chance arrived, once it had, he didn’t have a clue what he could ask for. The faery sent him on his way, uninterested in its time being wasted, but invited the odd young man to return the next year. The months passed, and Kier heard more and more stories of the war. He grew a desire to help defend the lands, like the great knights were fighting so hard to do, despite being so obviously unfit for battle. He began preparations to head to a castle and find someone that would train him. For weeks, he would head out before dusk to search for the faery, certain now of what his purpose in life must be, and what he would ask of it. It was a cool afternoon, just a few days before his planned departure from the town, that he met the faery again. The two talked for hours until it was decided that in exchange for all sight in his right eye, he would be given control over part of nature. Just what this meant, the faery refused to say without Kier paying a higher price, but he accepted the deal all the same. After all, any magic was bound to help him reach his goal.
In the years that followed, Kier made his way South to Avignon. He never had a chance of being the warrior he’d wanted to be, but was granted work under a knight.
Personality: Always having to keep his limits in mind since childhood, he tries to hold himself back and keep his head low, but his impulsive nature gets the better of him. He’ll get attached to people easily and do what he can to make them happy and at ease, or at least what he assumes will do the trick, rarely asking if his assumptions are correct beforehand. He can be stubborn even over minor things, and rebel just for the sake of rebelling. While optimistic by nature, Kier is prone to mood swings and will either pretend to keep his hopes up, or wallow in his misery until something (usually insignificant) snaps him out of it. Above all, he wants to do something worthwhile with his life, even if people never think he is worth anything. He struggles to accept himself and is quick to react when he believes rejection is imminent.