20 years old standing 6'4"
Dark hair and eyess
He is the Druid historian
warrior of the Clan MacKay
From the mists of
time came the story of Clan MacKay. In Ireland from ancient times
several tribes lived in the northern tier, which was once part of
one of the ancient Scottish kingdoms known as Dal Riata. While most
of the clan followed two brothers who were deported to Scotland
after a battle lost for kingship, their Clan remained. A young
man of the Clan fell in love with a girl of the Tuatha Dé Danann
and took her as his wife. Tuatha Dé Danann means 'the race of the
gods of Danu', Danu was the mother of all the ancient gods of
Ireland. They were the powers of light, life and warmth. The
children of the couple were strong in the energies of nature
and followed the ancient gods.
In time, another son
married a woman who was also descended of the Tuatha Dé Danann.
This only strengthened their bond with the gods of old. The family
drew the wrath of the Fomhóire, which means 'from the sea' and
is the name given to the divine powers, or gods of night, death and
cold. They were served by the Fir Bholg, or Men of the Builg. They
are human but with one difference - their eyes glow with a strange
reddish light during battle.
The descendants of
the Fir Bholg began to attack the Clan members whenever they could.
In particular, one clan, MacEirc, seemed to hold a deep hatred of
the MacKays, often employing members of other clans to attack the
MacKays, making it seem as if there were many against them. Finally,
in desperation, the head of the clan, Afton MacKay, sent his
children away from Ireland in different directions. He hoped they
would all find one another in the land of Heathfield where a cousin
matriarch was known to be by the name of Hazel MacKay. Their mother
died long ago, not long after the birth of Kynan. So far, Ruarc,
Aedan, Mikhail, Kaylea, and Adara Giles, Ruarc's fiancee,
have made it to Heathfield. Eimear as well the two younger brothers,
Trevet and, Kynan have yet to arrive. They have also received
word that Afton has not survived the latest attack and are worried
their sister and brothers are captives of the MacEirc.
Trevet was sent by
their father, Afton, before his death to discover as much as he
could about all the lore connected with the Fomhóire. More
than that which could be found in books written. The information
they needed would have to come from the heart of Eire herself.
Ancient lore and the best source would be the hermit Druids that hid
in the hollow hills throughout the Emerald Isle. Ones who saw
the lore passed down for thousands of years from the very Source by
word of mouth and teachings. They could only hope there were some
still alive who knew what they now needed to find out to survive.
It was not easy to
find the Hollow Hills for they were hidden from human sight by
veils. Mist rose around him as he found a certain field that held
rumors of those walking through it and disappearing forever. It was
not an ordinary mist for the dew shimmered as separate particles,
coating over hair, skin and clothing. He held no fear as he
continued forward walking carefully. Voices in song ran like a
siren's call as they rose up for him to follow. The mist clearing as
the voices faded, finding himself at the foot of the Hill of Usnach
near Tara. What seemed to be a stony cropping moved aside enough to
for him to make his way in. Here he was welcome inside by those who
served Nuada as if they had been waiting for him a long time. Time
stood still in the Hill of Usnach as he met Marka, one of the few
remaining ancient Druids who took him under his wing. Normally the
Outside world was not interfered with but when it came to the Fomhóire
they made an exception. Afton had been known to them a one of the
good humans that ruled his clan well before set upon by the mutual
enemy. What he learned here would stay with him until he was
reunited with his family.
The mists rose once
more as he found himself standing in the same field, rolling away as
the sun broke through the clouds. He could hear the thunder of
hooves, ones he was well attune to for they marked the arrival of
the MacEirc. He quickly took cover in a nearby cropping of trees and
waited until they had passed before taking the direction they had
come from. There was a hunting cabin well secluded in the woods on
the other side of the valley. It was there he headed to meet up with
any of his family. He met a man he knew along the way driving his
sheep to market. It was through him he learned of the near year he'd
been gone as hopes became dashed that any of them could remain that
long. More on Ruarc and Aedan for they would be hunted down and
without the information he'd gained they would probably be cut down.
He hoped they had escaped and now he would need to do the same,
hoping the MacEirc figured they were all gone at this point to a