Somhairle Crovane
| Somhairle Crovane | |
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| Social Rank | 3 |
| Fealty | Redrain |
| House | Crovane |
| Gender | Male |
| Age | 23 |
| Religion | Shamanism |
| Vocation | Warlord |
| Height | 6'3" |
| Hair Color | Red |
| Eye Color | Green |
| Skintone | White |
| Family | |
| Parents | Artair Crovane |
| Siblings | Morin Corvane, Asger Crovane |
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Description
He's a willow crowned by sunrise-- all slender limbs and knots of muscle, tall and firm, with a lion's mane that cascades down his neck in autumnal ringlets. He's a fair-skinned canvas for complementary colors, that fierce reddish-orange hair paired with leaf-blade eyes of vivid green. A long narrow nose, thick brows, and thin lips define his face, all wrapped in a well-groomed full beard of darker red, the mustache particularly thick and curling at the tips. But suiting so fiery a scheme, he smolders in his expressions and moods-- he's often looking past people, seeming lost in thought, and has few idle physical motions, depressive in the brooding stillness of his form. For all his handsomeness, rarely does he look pleased.
Personality
Wild ambition and lifelong melancholy define him. He has always believed he was meant for great things, and the world around him has never brought him real pleasure; socially fierce and oppressive, he has a powerful and creative mind that soaks in all the knowledge of the world it can, and has no hesitation when it comes to exercising that clever will. His social grace favors a strict hierarchy with him the summit, and he can be mercurial and frenzied when his passions meet opposition.
Background
The eldest son of the far north Crovanes, Somhairle -- Sorley -- was born destined for greatness. His parents would have described him as restless, with a deep, inherent unhappiness even in his youth that drove him to fits of grand imagination and an almost desperate curiosity, as if seeking to find the answer to what he felt in the histories and stories of the world. That distant, superior nature of his saw him rendered naturally fearless, always willing to debate and impose. He embraced his birthright without a word of disagreement, proving himself the family's scholar and future, and showed an immense aptitude for the wraths of war and rule in his early adolescence. He proved himself formidable in the constant skirmishes against the local Abandoned war-chiefs and hunting beasts of the mountains, first following his father and then leading his own conquests. He only recently came into his full inheritance, his sire dying in his sleep an old man, with his eyes set on reform of Crovane territories.
