Eironn

“Eironn once roamed the world, seeking audiences with the sword saints of various tribes. In the end, he grasped the essence that was uniquely his own. ‘Upon the sword’s summit, resolute in hearts.’ With these feats, he emerged as the recognized herald of destiny among the Wilders in the enshrouded Dark Forest. His kindred held steadfast in the belief that his resolute spirit, virtuous essence, and dual blades would assuredly unfurl a fresh saga within the woods.”

Appearance: A stag-based beautiful, 25 year-old handsome swordsman of the Wilder faction standing at a tall height of 210 cm (6'10), known for having formal and courteous demeanor. Eironn has flax-blond long straight hair, two streaks braided and tied up at the back with two streaks flowing down his shoulders, brown stag antlers with leaf-green tint at the tips of the prongs making them look like thorns. His ears are elf-like, his eyes the color of verdigris-- A hue of blue close to turquoise or cyan. Eironn is often known under the title of Stormsword, though his fellow Wilders call him 'The Scyphon of the Lucent tree' in reverence, believing him to be blessed by their goddess Missarte-- The sacred deer spirit, embodiment and personification of nature and forest itself. He has slim but still muscular, lean athletic build, triangular face, small nose and thin lips. He wears a timberwolf-white short sleeve turtleneck tunic that splits into two 'tails' at the front which have have celadon-green contour line at the rim with lighter-hued zigg-zagg seams atop that blends into moss-green at the back of the tunic, a pine-green layer of fabric that goes from his the collar down to the chest with the Wilders' faction emblem, a belt wound around his waist atop the tunic, bistre-brown colored pants that hug his legs tightly and tall gunmetal-blue colored boots with wooden knee-armor piece atop covering his knees and shins. Large wooden pauldrons sit on his shoulders, a belt wound around his waist. He has arm bracers the color of gunmetal- blue with gold around the edge.

Personality: Eironn has self-blame issues, quiet gentlemanly demeanor that often comes across as aloof and cold or detached. He's a humble, modest, resolute, kind-hearted and soft-spoken gentle soul who holds himself with elegance and grace that appears nearly aristocratic, regal. Calm, level-headed, intelligent, agile and tenacious, he won't shy to raise his swords to protect him home if/when need be-- The Dark Forest and its inhabitants from those who dare pose a threat to them. His manner of speech is formal and he does not swear. Eironn rarely shows his emotions outwardly, openly, keeping his face a neutral mask most of the time. He struggles with self-doubt and takes his duty as protector of the forest seriously, slightly socially awkward. He seeks to constantly improve himself and hone his swordsmanship. Bit of a loner, who doesn't quite know how to rely on anyone others due to having relied solely on himself during his years of travel in his pursuit of perfecting his swordsmanship. Has troubles falling asleep.

He is careful and tender with his partner during sex, provides good aftercare. With him, sex feels more intimate, like making or being made love to rather than engaging in a purely carnal act of pleasure or desire. (He might have a slight praise kink. May or may not have a bit of a breed kink as well.) His antlers are sensitive. Has the subtle mannerisms of a stag that he might not realize he's displaying such as when attempting to court his romantic interest---In an attempt at impressing them, he'd decorate his antlers with greenery like moss, vines and flowers. Another courting mannerism he may display, subconsciously and involuntarily, when trying to attract his romantic interest is flaunting his impressive, majestic antlers, puffing out his chest and posturing to highlight his physical prowess. Though he might get embarrassed when he realizes he's exhibiting those behaviors and/or it gets pointed out to him he's doing it and will apologize for it.

Due to how very focused, tunnel-visioned, Eironn is on perfecting his swordplay and upholding his duty diligently, he hardly has much experience in the world of romance and the thought of having sex-- being intimate with someone-- doesn't cross his mind. It may take some coaxing or nudging to get him to engage in such acts. (Unless he falls under the influence of potent lust-inducing substances like the pollen of certain monster-plants or aphrodisiac that lower his reservations in that regard.) He is sexually, and romantically inexperienced, a little uptight. He struggles with forming new connections and can be a little stiff, awkward around old friends due to having been away from them for many years in his tireless pursuit of perfecting his mastery of the sword, or in general. He tends to internalize his emotions. While capable of telling convincing lies, Eironn doesn't like deceit and deceiving others, even if he will do so in dire need. It causes him to feel guilty for being dishonest with them. He is poor at acting. May have a degree of abandonment issues, even if he consciously doesn't realize it/isn't aware of it and hides it well. Has a strong moral compass and sense of justice, protecting the weak and innocent. Prefers to not use violence unless absolutely necessary. Eironn is not good at giving compliments, other than that he's a good orator and listener.

Weapons: Eironn has two twin swords, one of jade-green color imbued with wind and the other of purplish-blue infused with frost. Elegant weapons and elemental conduits. Can project and direct wind. His swordsmanship is second to none in the world of Esperia.

Background: Eironn was abandoned by his parents as an infant. Many believe him to be the avatar of their sacred tree-- The Lucent tree, and thus chosen by the goddess.

Many among the Wilders would wonder at Eironn’s almost preternatural affinity for the sword. They thought that it must be a divine gift, or perhaps even a curse. To see him train, going through the different stances and thrusts and parries like a ballet of flowing water, was to witness something very close to perfection. It was difficult sometimes to tell where his arms ended and the blades began. Indeed, there were times when it would appear the weapons were controlling the movement, simply pulling the body they were attached to along with them. His noble bearing and aristocratic air, however, combined with his obsessive pursuit of perfection made him increasingly aloof. He had no real friends and few acquaintances. They would mean distractions- one thing he could not afford. Thus, far away from the curious gazes of the other Wilders, he practiced his art. In hushed clearings and sun-dappled glades, he went through the motions countless times with countless minuscule variations, often spending days at a time without returning home. The Wilders who say he has a divine gift haven’t seen the unending practice drills or the sheer effort and dedication that go into Eironn’s art. They simply see a lucky individual, aloof and not relatable.

After finding and besting every other swordsman in the forest, he went out to search for new knowledge he could absorb to become constantly better. He sought out the Lightbearer Thane in the kingdom of men. He stayed many weeks as a guest at Castle Rayne, sparring with the grizzled veteran and fellow prodigy, teaching and learning with each ringing call of steel on steel. Here he learned how to read your opponent with unerring accuracy. He left the high walls and orderly training yards to venture into the Scorched Expanse and tracked down the mighty Mauler chieftain, Brutus. In dusty canyons and on windy mesas, Brutus showed Eironn how to utilize his strength against a weaker opponent, and how to negate the strength of a stronger one. The sun beat down on the pair, day after day, as Eironn learned to emulate not just the flowing stream or the falling leaf, but the waterfall, the storm, the avalanche.

Eironn returned home a changed individual. He no longer possessed the obsessive drive for perfection. He knew he was as close as any mortal had ever come, if not there already. He could seamlessly weave graceful fluidity with furious deluges of attacks, lightning-fast reflexes with insurmountable defense, and cold precision with surprising strength. He would be tracked down, time and time again by serious swordsmen and curious adventurers wishing for a match with the already legendary Eironn. Most of the time, he would simply disarm them without deigning to draw his own weapon and send them on their way with a new story to tell.

It was not in Eironn’s nature, however, to be at rest for too long. It was his innate desire to press ever onward that had led him to become the best, and that desire hadn’t just vanished overnight. Feeling without purpose, he wandered alone toward the heart of the wood to think and to decide his next move. As he went on, unseen eyes followed his progress. Forking trails and paths beyond the traveler’s line of sight became suddenly blocked by tangling vines, while others grown over suddenly opened up with the retreat of limbs and leaves. Eironn followed the path, its strange nature unbeknownst to him.

After days, he reached a clearing. In the center of the clearing was a strange monolith, the like of which he had heard described but had never seen himself. Before the stone stood Arden, a figure every Wilder recognized no matter how aloof they may be. “There’s still more to learn, young one,” He said by way of greeting, motioning for him to sit. Here, in the shadow of this ancient rock, Eironn felt the ebb and flow of the elemental energies. This was a different kind of training. Before he had used his arms, his legs, his eyes, and hands. This was no longer an option. Invisible forces buffeted against his consciousness. Now he was using his heart, his mind, his spirit. Staying seated before the monolith for many days, he didn’t sleep, eat, or even drink. It was as if his body was in stasis while his senses became acquainted with and mapped out something new to him.

Eventually, Arden returned to the monolith to find the swordsman rising to his feet. Though the person himself appeared largely the same, his swords seemed imbued with great energies. One appeared to gently sway and bob with a life of its own. the grass and fabric near it bending and rippling with the wind that seemed to rapidly spiral up the blade. The other dripped cold vapor from lace-like patterns of frost. Eironn hadn’t chosen the elements, they had chosen him. Yet again, he was one step closer to perfection.

“Embrace the elements. Embrace Perfection.”

Other: One of Eironn’s twin blades was forged in the Dark Forest, and he only learned to wield its power throughout the course of his travels. In the fields of precious herbs surrounding Lunadorf, there is a small patch that grows shorter than any of those around it. Granny Dahnie says that it was accidentally cut short by Eironn in his youth.

Eironn has a special ability to communicate with birds.

Eironn would bring dying animals before the Lucent Tree, where their wounds would miraculously begin to heal. The Dark Forest maintains very little contact with the outside world. At the start of his journey, Eironn once tried to pay for his travel expenses with leaves.

To this day, there is a well-known anecdote in the eateries of Holistone. It is the story of a handsome yet penniless Wilder and how a certain proprietress offered him a free meal simply because of his good looks.

One of Eironn's twin blades lacks a physical form and is actually composed of concentrated magical energy that can freely change its shape. The blade that Eironn has kept at his side since childhood is not actually sharpened, making it useless in anyone else's hands. In his hands, however, Eironn becomes unstoppable.

Eironn strives to keep his clothing free of wrinkles at all times. However, he refuses to shake off any birds that perch on his shoulders. During his travels, even the citizens of the Lightbearer capital were taken aback by Eironn's courteous demeanor. His unique Wilder appearance also started a trend of wearing antlers among the city's youthful elite.

In the eyes of the Dark Forest's denizens, there is nothing that Eironn cannot do. Only Lyca is aware of his greatest shortcoming: His inability to handle daily chores.

Much like deer, Eironn has exceptionally keen eyesight, sense of hearing and smell. He has an impressively high running speed.

Eironn's childhood friends are Lyca, Lorsan (Two rabbit/hare sister and brother) and Bryon.

Eironn's teacher, mentor, is Grandpa Arden- One of the sages of his faction (the Wilders).