Name: Eoghan
Age: Old enough to not remember.
Gender: male
Species: Sidhe
Hand: Havoc
Mantel: Yukon-Alaskan Moose
Appearance: Eoghan is an entity of the earth which is evident when you look upon him. His hair is the color of the trees iridescent green and brown with the seemingly printed shape of leaves in his locks. His flesh is darker than most sidhe but is by no means sun-kissed, he is an earthy tan; flesh that glows with a dim brown. He stands at six foot two but is by no means large. The lean muscle mass that regards his frame can be described as willowy possibly wiry. Though his body does not seem to be built for brawn he is strong and the speed his shape allows only contributes to his skill. The shape of a large willow tree leaf is outlined upon his left breast with a much darker flesh, the mark being regarded as a fashionable birthmark. The skin on the mark is as smooth as the rest of his body and the only consistency that it is different is the darker color. His eyes match his hair in a way that is not humanly possible; green brown, and the colors of the earth. His pupils are home to forest scenes that constantly shift, as if they are a different world in his eyes. These orbs scream of power and are the first asset usually noticed when Eoghan enters a room.
Personality: He’s old, almost sage like upon introduction though deeper conversation reveals of Sidhe arrogance that is never far behind in most elders. He appears to be only twenty-five but his knowledge and prejudice date farther back than that and when he speaks one cannot decipher what is fact or merely Eoghan’s opinion. He often blends the two together for they are one in the same to him. Eoghan thinks highly of himself and defends his honor the same way he has for the last thousand years; with a blade. He’s quick to anger, quick to draw, and even quicker to kill another if he is insulted.
When it is said he holds himself in high esteem it may be an understatement. He can often be scene wearing a neutral face with his nose in the air as he peruses through the court. When one seeks his advice he will give exactly that, his advice; advice that would suit him and his goals. Though he’s arrogant he is loyal and often obeys the royalty of the court. If he respects you he is bearable but if not he can be as catty as a southern belle.
History: When the sidhe were deities and the fey were worshipped he was a god of the forest. He was the earth, the soil, the trees, the plants, and the animals. He was envied by all sorts of beings and sought out by humans and animals alike. When the sidhe power was stripped he became less, far less than he was. He reminisces of the old times and thinks of only returning himself to his former glory when he was the God of the Forest. His history is one of glory, fame, and respect but in Alanor his history does not matter. He is just another sidhe.