Duncan O' Clan Hannard

Duncan O' Clan 'annard

**Description**
Race: Half Fae of the Tuatha De Hannard
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 186 lb.
Known Age: 21
Suspected Age: 1,944
Sex: Male

Black bottomless pools for eyes framed by pale skin. Pure white hair falls in a silken curtain about him to brush against the ground. A bronze torc embraces the pale column of his throat, above broad shoulders concealed by dark brown leather jerkin. Long well formed muscular legs are encased in beige leather pants,that tuck into dark rust colored moccasin boots, each holding a throwing dagger. Over his plain garb is a gray, red and tan Tartan, the shoulder drape is pinned to his jerkin by a copper dragon head brooch,.. A brown belt wraps around his waist,.. supporting an Ivory Hilted shortsword and a gold and emerald encrusted longsword,.. His dual colored hands rest near each of the hilts; one pale, the other silver.

History
Born in the year of 55AD, in a small Village of Cestinous, Albu (Britain), to a Mortal Woman and a man of Tuatha De Danann. In the year of 43AD, The Romans invaded southern Albu(Britian) by the year of 62AD Duncan's village was sacked, and all that remained alive were taken as slaves to work in the Iron mines. Half starved and laboring under the collar of slavery, Duncan grew to a man,. Far to serious to be one of the Seeley, His heart to kind for the UnSeeley,.. which left him stranded in the middle, acting as Arbiter and Messenger between the two Courts plus Escort for visitors of the Courts. But even now he travels to the mortal realms. To escape the timelessness of the fae realm, or perhaps to even relive his mortally. For whatever reasons that push him, Duncan is often seen wandering about the realms.

Taking his first chance with the well wishes of his remaining clan. Duncan and his kin's woman Branwen fled. With the aid of an old Druid, they slipped away from the Roman's grasp. Only to find themselves placed in another realm.. After three years of traveling and doing odd quests of many natures which Duncan will nae speak of... Although it is known that during that time he lost his kinswoman, leaving himself as the last of his Clan. One day he happen to be in the right place at the right time and joined up with a lass named Seara. Aiding her upon her quest to save some Lord. But as luck would have it,.. Duncan learned of The Lady of Ravens desires for this lass, and he desired to protect her from them, which he did... but Mortals luck tends to run out and Duncan lost,... Seara perished in a battle that Duncan barely survived. For three years visions of Seara's death plagued him,

Duncan finally found his way across the Veil.. Into the fairylands. The land of his father, but yet his questions remain unanswered, His father still unknown to him. Leaving him to seek these answers while working for the Courts. Yet after so many years of living in the mortal world,.. Duncan's thoughts on good and evil have blurred into a gray haze. made only worse by Mistress of Battles attentions, Duncan took more to the mortal realms, leaving the immortal fae's behind. Until Danu's blessings touched Duncan once more and a renewed Seara, lost and confused. Found him upon a stormy night within the Raven Wing Inn....
Once more united with his Lass...

**History**
Born in the year of 55AD, in a small Village of Cestinous, Albu (Britain), to a Mortal Woman and a man of Tuatha De Danann. In the year of 43AD, The Romans invaded southern Albu(Britian) by the year of 62AD Duncan's village was sacked, and all that remained alive were taken as slaves to work in the Iron mines. Half starved and laboring under the collar of slavery, Duncan grew to a man,.	Far to serious to be one of the Seeley, His heart to kind for the UnSeeley,.. which left him stranded in the middle, acting as Arbiter and Messenger between the two Courts plus Escort for visitors of the Courts. But even now he travels to the mortal realms. To escape the timelessness of the fae realm, or perhaps to even relive his mortally. For whatever reasons that push him, Duncan is often seen wandering about the realms.
Taking his first chance with the well wishes of his remaining clan. Duncan and his kin's woman Branwen fled. With the aid of an old Druid, they slipped away from the Roman's grasp. Only to find themselves placed in another realm.. After three years of traveling and doing odd quests of many natures which Duncan will nae speak of... Although it is known that during that time he lost his kinswoman, leaving himself as the last of his Clan.	One day he happen to be in the right place at the right time and joined up with a lass named Seara. Aiding her upon her quest to save some Lord. But as luck would have it,.. Duncan learned of The Lady of Ravens desires for this lass, and he desired to protect her from them, which he did... but Mortals luck tends to run out and Duncan lost,... Seara perished in a battle that Duncan barely survived. For three years visions of Seara's death plagued him,
Duncan finally found his way across the Veil.. Into the fairylands. The land of his father, but yet his questions remain unanswered, His father still unknown to him. Leaving him to seek these answers while working for the Courts. Yet after so many years of living in the mortal world,.. Duncan's thoughts on good and evil have blurred into a gray haze.	made only worse by Mistress of Battles attentions, Duncan took more to the mortal realms, leaving the immortal fae's behind. Until Danu's blessings touched Duncan once more and a renewed Seara, lost and confused. Found him upon a stormy night within the Raven Wing Inn.... Once more united with his Lass...

Items of Interest

The longsword resting at his hip, Emerald Star , Gold emerald encrusted hilt, silver wrapped grip, golden pommel encrusted with with platinum and emeralds, Elven mythiril silver blade, engraved with dwarven runes, held within a rosewood scabbard. If the enchantments placed upon this blade are awaken, any wound it deals will continue to bleed unable to be healed by magical means, and at the end of combat the wielders wounds will be healed.

Fairy Blade, The ivory hilted shortsword, with mythiril keyons and pommel, has been foraged and enchanted to never break.

Shadow o' thee Oak, One of the daggers resting in his boot, Symbol of an oak tree casting it's shadow adorns the darken blade,.. A simple weapon used in shadows more than daylight,. a Venom blade, Magical poison of death, rests within it's hilt that replenishes it's self once a month. A simple twist of the pommel injects the deadly poison held within it. A gift from an unnamed lady, sadly she rests within the halls of the dead.

Stien of Ever Guinness, A lovly crafted Stien of silver. Which is everfull of Guinness, a wonderful item for any true kelt.

Assassin's bite. Two matching daggers, Made and weighted for throwing and enchanted to strike truly. They are rather plain to gaze upon, except for the blades which have been blacken to cut down upon shining in the dark. They rest hidden in wrist sheaths stashed away under his tunic sleeves. These daggers where gifts, given to Duncan by a Lady Ash.	Silver Arm,. a gift from Lugh when Duncan's own arm was lost in a battle with Crystal Spiders.. "Another story that one must ask Duncan about" The Silvery arm functions normally but grants him special gifts... First the ability to use any weapon with skill,.. and Second, his abilities with the Longsword and Spear equal out to those of mastery levels.
Battle Armor, Silvery scales of an unknown sea serpent fashioned into armor plating. Duncan disdains the use of armor, but keeps this set around for use in truly large battles. At this time, the gleaming suit has never been worn. This suit was a gift from a rather besotted Nixie woman.	Scouts Garb, This body suit is pattern to naturally fade from sight, The magical enchantments keep it from being detected by magical means, plus it has the ability to turn the wearer completely invisible. Worn on those occasions that demand a subtle touch.

Powers

Duncan's Fae powers have been late in surfacing,.. It wasn't until he crossed the veil that he even knew that he had enough Fae in him to have such gifts.. Well, it turns out that our Way ward Fae is a Direct Descended of the First Children of the Tuatha De Danann. The powers described below are the ones that have bloomed in him so far,.. Who knows what the future may hold.....

Mists of Avalon, the ability travel between realms. In some realms depending upon the magic of the world, he needs the aid of Fairy Rings.	Sense of Fae, allows one to sense Fae and Fae magic's within a mile of him.
Elemental manipulation, He has the ability to manipulate the four elements of the world. Air and Fire are easily called upon by him, but those of Water and Earth take twice as much energy for him to call upon.	Shadow and Light, to a small extent Duncan can weave Shadows and Light, mostly simple and small doings. This is the magic he uses in the creation of Illusions, unfortunately the glimmers can be seen through if touched or by young children.
Language, As the Messenger of the Courts, he was gifted with the ability to understand all languages. From the complex tongue's of mankind to the simplest of animals.	Rune Stones, He knows this form of Divination, but rarely uses it. The strength of such rune tossing depends upon the person asking and the magic of the land around him. (This ability has been known to have drastic side effects at the time of tossing.)

**A dream... a whisper… or a forgotten memory**
A book opened to him, something that his people never had. The written word spilling out before his gaze like an ocean of knowledge. Memories? distant,.. Forgotten. NO. No.. He was safe in his mother’s arms, tiny hands curled beneath his chin as a fire blazed in the center of their lodge amidst the huts of the Hannard Oppidia. The Father he knew lay long dead, killed for a cause he couldn’t understand, but someone else was here... There with them both. Mother and child... The Book came forward once again, as foreign words whispered about his head. One voice belonged to his mother, her sweet tone gentle and comforting. The strange man’s voice carried like a wave on the bitter sea, it was not cold... yet it held not the warmth of life... Oh how he wish he could understand. But nothing made sense... The book, the book again. It came to him in rolling waves... a tiny infant set into a sea of wolves with the promise of something more... So much pain filled that place... so much pain mingled with the warmth of love. Had his known father given his life for him? Duncan’s mind slipped to the fire, even then, his mother couldn’t see them, but his eye could. He always saw them. Tiny beings in the flames danced and wove in pretty colors. Then suddenly sound came through, and with it understanding. "You were not meant for here my love.” The male voice danced with silvery hints in the darkness. "My father can not understand, He forbids me to see you, in truth. He forbids me anything. No one is to know of my existence. I have displeased Lord Lier... He casts me to the sea." "no," Duncan’s mother’s voice trembled on a whisper. "No,.. You can’t leave me, You have already died once... and it is the grace of the goddess that you have returned to me, I will not let you go."	The man’s voice seemed wrought with agony at the words... Duncan almost though he could sense his thoughts at that tender age. ~ I am only the mirror of her husband, did she ever see me? Did she ever love me for me as I had done her? why can’t she see that we were shattered in the birth of time... a twin has replaced her..... A twin.~ "I must leave you my darling.” came his verbal tone, that silvery softness filled with sadness beyond the moment. ~ My son! My son can be left to her. By Danu I shall not leave her alone... My soul... my match. ~ "Our son will grow to be great, his gift is more than from me to you. His light can be bent, but will never falter." The sadness of reality struck Duncan then... He knew in his tiny mind that there would be no light, the legions would roll over them like grass, and he would descend into darkness. Pain, fear, Black nothing and the endless chime of iron to stone.... The mines...! The book came forward again, a page lifting up from the next, a picture shown to him. A bird in death, a woman in life... A swan! A raven. A still silence held before that book, all it’s mysteries holding time to a single call. Yet only fragments were given to him... "My son shall never be known to you", came another voice. The time had changed; Duncan lay asleep on the sheep skin pelt that warmed near the fire... He was only three summers into life then... His mother’s soft snores could be heard from the cot near the door. The voice was oddly kind and cruel in the same breath... He knew him as grandfather... "Not if my breath holds meaning... It is best....", sorrow tinged the powerful beings tone. "That you forget... forget..." Forgotten... the words shattered into an echo of one another... building over time into his mind..."I am forgotten", a small voice said, he found that it was his own, at five he gazed up to the Ri of Tuatha da Hannard and said those words. The words fell away back into the realm of dream. A warm voice spoke to him... it was male... the unknown tone that had spoke to his mother. "You will be great my son. I wish I could see you when you come of age, wish I could call you to me...." Something warm smelling of spring early and alive touched his shoulder, a tear? "Please don’t forget me... everyone else will... please. My light, the only thing of me that remains in this world or the next, and protect your mother." Shadows swallowed the tender exchange, just as his tiny voice struggled to say that he would. Duncan was swallowed by darkness. ~ Light and shadow need one another to survive... I damn you to a life of darkness. Your first death will see you to the mark of a simple messenger... Your grandfather can not hold you, your father in turn damned by his own kin... Danu may see you as a light, but you will forever be a shadow, your presence shall mark endings.... You will always be the end... nothing more...~

Duncan's home away from home, one could say. This is his small round house held on the other side of the veil. He is almost never found here now, since Seara is unable to spend time there. But the home is kept up, done as a favor to him by the Nymphs that live in the ponds near by.

If one happens to reach this small home, they may find more than one surprise. The forest around it, is held at perpetual dawn. The clearing is timeless and never changing, a small circle of fairy stones lays just beside the path by the door. Within the dwelling a fire is always burning, even though it's not needed in the warmth of the morn. The home carries a welcoming feeling to it, furs spread over the dirt floor circling the central fire-pit. A bubbling pot of stew always awaiting someone to partake of it. Blue circle drawings cover the white washed walls in between the carved stone shelves, which holds cooking and dinning supplies. There is no furniture cluttering up small area, only one wooden chest, locked tight against intrusion. As for personal items, it seems that Duncan carries everything with him, for nothing of value is held within the circled walls.

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