####**Name:** Flynn Muiredach ####**Age:** 17 ####**Village:** Kambr (a village in the North, mainly centred around mining and metalworking) ####**Appearance:** Short, stocky and hippy, Flynn stands at 5’4” and weighs 135lbs. She’s quite well-muscled, specifically her arms and upper body. She’s fair-skinned with a patchwork of assorted scars, mostly accumulating on her arms. She has large, vivid green eyes and a charming, nearly ever-present grin. Her hair is quite the thing, being a large curly mess of blonde and light red. She holds herself confidently and proudly, and her voice, stance, and actions all reflect this. ####**Bio:** Flynn’s mother died in childbirth, a common occurrence, leaving her to be raised by her father and her older brothers, all metalworkers. Their relationships were close, and she was taught the trade from the time she was strong enough to lift a hammer. Born deaf, it was her father who taught her how to communicate in sign language and even to speak, and her brothers learned sign language to communicate with her. ####**Personality:** Flynn is nothing if not upbeat. Confident and optimistic, she’s always ready with a crude joke or a new, brighter outlook in an attempt to lighten the mood. She greatly values her independence and freedom, and preserving the independence and freedom of others. This said, she’s also ready to help people, as long as they sincerely need it. She won’t jump to the rescue of someone who can help themselves. She also won’t tolerate pity: she got quite her fill of that as a child, and these days refuses even to acknowledge her deafness as any kind of handicap. Fiercely loyal, she values trust and family above all else, and will do her best to make some kind of relationship with everyone around her, whether it be positive or not. She’s raucous and loud, and at times insubordinate, a trait that will likely be corrected with a bit of time in the wolfheall. She's not sensitive by any stretch of the imagination, but she is quick and fierce to anger. Flynn has trouble communicating deep thoughts or feelings, and gets very uncomfortable around sad people, having no idea how to handle it. She has a tendency to hide her problems, be it a twisted ankle or a broken heart. Nothing if not tough, she’ll try to maintain that image no matter what, not wanting to appear weak. ####**Other:** Flynn has two large, notable scars, one being a large burn scar spanning across the palm and fingers of her right hand (limiting the sensitivity of feeling in that hand) and a larger burn scar on the outer side of her left forearm, spanning from the back of her hand to her elbow. Flynn was born deaf. She can read lips to an extent, understands sign language best, and can speak. Her speech sounds very strange, being somewhat slurred, with words said oddly (pronounced a bit differently, emphasized in a different place, etc.). (You can google ‘deaf accent’ for an example of what her voice would sound like at first. However throughout the RP her speech will gradually improve due to hearing through her wolf) ####This will probably be edited a bit in the time coming, so if any major changes occur I'll let people know.

Accepted! Flynn sounds so unique and interesting c:

####**Name:** Fionn Macgorm ####**Age:** 16 ####**Village:** Oberur (A village famous for its alcohol and distilled goods, it is located in a more southern location) ####**Appearance:** Fionn is a tall but skinny man. He stands at 6'2 with long limbs and a strong bone structure. His skin is a sort of light olive that tans in the summer. His hair is chin length with a dark auburn colour to it. Despite his somewhat lanky appearance his strength is quite considerable, being one of his merits. He has an old battered woollen coat which he is seen wearing the majority of the time, it being one of the few things left over after his parents death. ####**Bio:** Fionn's parents were murdered by bandits whilst they were travelling with him by carriage to do trade in Oberur. They had been travelling merchants their whole lives and had intended for Fionn to be raised into the trade as well, little did they know fate had much different plans for the boy. After being found in the back of the cart by the bandits they discussed what his fate should be, spending nearly an hour arguing amongst themselves before coming to a decision. The boy would be useful as extra help with labour, and maybe someday as a bandit himself. This was his life for a few years as he stayed with the outlaws in their hideout just outside of the town he was born in. As he grew older his responsibilities grew too. Now helping the bandits to collect their rightfully earned "protection money" from the oh so greedy shopkeepers in town. ####**Personality:** Fionn is comedy relief personified, always willing to crack a joke even if at the expense of others. He is good at working with others but only when necessary, preferring to be his own leader rather than to be lead. He is quite intelligent despite his upbringing, being able to come up with plans and strategies on his feet. However due to his upbringing he is not the most academically smart, having very little knowledge of things beyond his bubble at grasp. In a tense situation Fionn can be brash and bold at the worst, or calm and calculating at the best. He feels compassion for others but just doesn't know what is and isn't socially acceptable. This, naturally, brings about awkward situations. He often feels guilt for his actions but is very bad at articulating the way he truly feels about things, feeling it easier to simply laugh his problems away even if they eat away at him. You could describe his personality as "Annoying but charming". ####**Other:** Fionn is missing his left ear, it was lobbed off sloppily in a fight. He is also somewhat of an Alcoholic, willing to down anything fermented on contact.

Everything checks out with Fionn- but before I can accept him- how are you going to have him fit in to the hold? If he's a bandit and thus constantky on the road, unaffiliated to a village, how will the wolfcarls find him? They mainly go straight to villages. I mean- we could work something out actually, they could just cross paths and the wolfcarl'll be like: wow life as a bandit seems pretty dull/ you look like you could pull your weight back at the hold- come kill trolls with us! Or something. How does that sound?

Yeah I was thinking something similar to that, maybe they run in while he's in town wreaking havoc with his buddies? Though the "meeting on the road idea" is pretty cool as well.

Either idea sounds good- so whichever you prefer- Accepted.

^_^ Thanks man!