: Eógan MacNeill
(Yup I totally went there)
: Eógan was born on the island of Barra that sits along the Scots coast. He is a close relative to the chief of Clan MacNeill, the ancient Lairds to the island, and was named after the clan's second chief who founded the kingdom of Tír Eoghain in the 5th century. He grew up on the island, isolated from true civilisation amongst the heather and gorse of that windswept place. He was taught in music from a young age, following his parents to pubs and playing hide drums while his dad sang in Gaelic and his mother blew the flute. He was brought up with his ancestry close in his mind, taught to speak Gaelic and practice clan honour and traditions which he kept with him even into adulthood. He decided young that he wanted to be a musician and only a little while after that he chose the drums as his instrument of choice. His parents were very supportive and only slightly pushy, finding teachers for him and taking him to concerts and later on searching for bands who needed a Drummer to back them. They tried to keep it near Scotland but gradually the family realised there were just not the kind of opportunities Eógan needed in Scotland. So, bitterly and with great regret, they found digs for him in london, a shared flat with a man named Jason Black, and sent him off on the earliest train. Now he's set himself up in the bustling city, although the cramped spaces and huge excess of people still make him feel uncomfortable at times, and he is ready to start his Journey as a Musician with the MacNeill Clan's motto foremost in his mind.
"Buaidh no bas"
, Conquer or Die
Eógan is an odd person. He is the gentlest soul you could meet, always taking the weight of his friends troubles upon himself, never doing anything spiteful or rash. And yet he's punched and been punched by more people than he can remember. Its not that he's a violent drunk, although when he does get drunk he can become pretty unruly, its more that he has a far too active sense of honour which forces him to act rashly and interfere in other peoples disputes. More often than not he's hit by the person he comes to defend. Its gotten much worse now that he's in london, injustice seems to be everywhere he looks and everytime he leaves the house he gets irritable and strained. Having said that, he likes rooms of packed people and loud noises just as much as he likes peaceful silence of outside spaces, needing both from time to time.
He has a cat named Fionn whom he treats as more a visiting friend than a pet. She runs about the city freely, returning sometimes every few days, sometimes not for weeks.
He is always seen with a scarf tied around is neck or his waist made with his family's tartan.
He can also play the flute and the fiddle with some skill and enjoys singing to himself.