Entropsy

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Eamon nearly chokes.

"Whar--really? I mean, aye, that's why I'm 'ere." He grins and heart palpitates a little with a bout of relief, but the grin fades at the other's expression of pain. He walks over to the white-haired boy and cocks his head to look at him better. "You alright, sham?"

He hesitantly puts a hand on the other's shoulder. "Bad knees? You need a stick or something?"

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"Ah...how close?" Eamon shouts from across the trampled village path and raises an eyebrow at the tail--what strange magic is this? "An' what day is it, do ye know, lad?"

He rolls his shoulders from inside his jacket. Close? To Redmont? The coach he'd just ridden on had boarded near the fief near Norgate--hell, he'd been all over Araluen, trying to hitch rides to the god forsaken place. And if he was in a nearby village, he could walk there. No more sleepless nights for Eamon-Ail, no sir! He'd be that much closer to going home.

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Eamon-Ail tightens his fingers around the old, rotting boards of the noble's coach, and sneezes.

Stealing rides on the underside of a carriage is cheap and effective, but the dust stirred by the prance of the noble's steeds and the wheels of the damned contraption whirls around an individual's face and into their mouth and nose. Not really that pleasant, especially when said individual owns one pair of sweaty palms that cause them to feel as if they were going to fall from the coach at any moment and crack their head on the rocks below. Especially when they have no idea if they're going where they need to go.

So when the coach stops, Eamon drops, "Bualadh craicinn....cac!"

And because it wasn't wise to curse so loudly, Eamon scurries out from under the coach and looks around. And He has absolutely no idea where he is. And it might be time to ask for some directions and get away from the scene of the crime.

And, ay, there's a few people over yonder that he could ask--a woman and a white-haired boy? Convenient!

"'LO?" He redoubles his efforts to conceal his accent and his high-pitched voice. "Ye know--by any chance--what land I've dropped into? Am I near the City Redmont?"

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Hey, do you mind trans characters? ^^'

Eamon-Ail

Name -- Eamon-Ail

Age -- 19

Gender -- Male


>> A hazel-eyed young man. Occasionally the shoulders of his bulky elk-skin hide coat will slip to reveal what looks like...bindings?

Personality -- For the most part, Eamon is a pretty easy-going guy. Life's about laughs and making lasting friendships, right?
Until it isn't.
Eamon isn't accustomed to taking life so seriously, but life is knocking on his door with quite a few responsibilities. Caught between a rock and a hard place, the lackadaisical foreigner is struggling with his passive philosophy and the money he needs to make.

History -- He seems pretty open when you first meet him, but he's surprisingly quiet about this. You can tell from his lilting accent, however, that he's not from around here. A traveling peasant?

Other -- He doesn't really know (or care) what field he should to study in, he just needs a "get rich quick" kind of solution to his problems.

Alice In Wonderland

This sounds cool as heck.

Camp Half-blood interests

Say, you open to canon characters? Interested, either way.