Character name:Corraich Fiadhaich
AppearanceClass: Warrior
Skills and talents:Corraich is an extremely capable warrior, having fought in some form or an other across several kingdoms for almost 15 years now. He can wield the axe, sword , knife or mace with equal skill, is an excellent fist fighter and has earned his stripes in shield walls across the land. Though he is nothing special with a bow he can still shoot an arrow when it is called for.
He has learnt several languages from his time travelling the world, understands strategy and tactics, as well as how to hunt, track, cook, ride, make basic potions from herbs and steal. If it can help him stay alive he can do it.
The Chasind are famed as hunters and trackers, and can rival elves in their stealth skills. Corraich is no exception, being extremely nimble and quiet when it is called for, even for such a large man.
When pressed in battle he can be swamped by a berserker like rage. When possessed by the rage he is stronger, quicker and feels no pain. However he is then unable to distinguish friend from foe, making him a danger to all around him. He tries to refrain from entering this state.
Items: His prized possession is his Chasind flat blade, a deceptively simple looking weapon that has been handed down from father to son in his family for decades. He wears a tattered old great coat made from the skin of Tursa, the Great Bear. Corraich has several hunting and throwing knifes secreted around his person, ascribing to the belief that one can never have too many blades. His wife made him a small pendant which he wears at all times. Apparently the clan shaman blessed it, and it will protect him from hostile magic’s. Whether this is true or not he doesn’t know. At the start of the Rp he has gotten his hands on a good, two handed steel battleaxe.
Bio: Hard places breed hard men, and the Korcari wilds is about as hard a place as they come. This saying has never been more apt than when discussing the infamous raider, warrior and barbarian; Corraich Fiadhaich. Born in an unremarkable and unnamed Chasind village somewhere in the Korcari wilds, his early life was much like his peers, save that Corraich’s father was the leader of his small community. His father was once a warrior and raider of some renown, and as it became apparent that Corraich had inherited his fathers size and strength it was decided he should be trained in the way of the sword in anticipation of him one day joining a stalker group. Corraich took to his training with gusto, and on the day of his thirteenth birthday headed out on his first raid, nothing more than a scavenging run against southern Ferelden.
From then on he joined every raid he could as soon as they would take him, desperate to earn a name for himself. The older men were sure he was destined for a early grave. Corraich proved them wrong though, and he soon made his skills as a warrior and a raider apparent. Corraich’s luck improved, receiving his own Mabarri hound, a strong and fierce beast that became his constant companion, and getting married to a beautiful young maiden who bore him two strong sons. His village became strong and rich through a combination of good fortune, good leadership and Corraichs raiding. The other clans grew jealous though, and soon he found himself fighting other Chasind as well as Ferelden knights.
The short clan war was fierce and brutal, but Corraich managed to led his outnumbered forces to a stalemate against their enemy. A truce was begrudgingly called, with all parties agreeing to an end to the blood letting. Some disagreed though, feeling that Corraich should suffer for his hand in killing their friends and allies, and so a group of his enemies led a secret nigh time raid against his home. As luck would have it Corraich was out that night. His foes, disgusted at this turn of events, decided to not let the night become a total waste. They had their way with his wife, killed his hound, then set his home ablaze with his family still inside. The crime was well done though, leaving not a trace of who had committed the act. When Corraich found out what had happened a grim and terrible rage took him. Without any proof he fell upon the closest enemy he could find, breaking every rule of the strict ceasefire. Many men fell to his blade that day, both friend and foe, and when he came back to his senses he realised that even his father couldn’t save him from his crimes. Only sparing the time it took to bury the charred remains of his family he fled the wilds, escaping out into the world at large.
Since then he has travelled the world, selling himself out as a mercenary, bodyguard, a bouncer and one memorable stint as an actor. His new found wanderlust is matched only by his desire to return home and look upon his old homeland, but he knows that to go back would invite only death and disaster.
The Korcari wilds is a hard place, and he just wasn’t hard enough to survive it.