Name: Murchad of Ollpheistaigh
Nickname: Mur

Aliases:
The Oncoming Storm- from his time as a reaver.

Brightblade- nom de guerre from a group of villagers Murchad and his companions, six other warriors who with him made up the creatively named "The Seven" defended from the half-daemon sorceror-lord Amon-tsotha and his band of brigands and beasts who had been exploiting them. The Seven did great slaughter, but one by one they fell, leaving Murchad to hew the neck of Amon-tsotha. The flash of the setting sunlight on his blade as it tore through the fell sorceror earned him the name.


Alignment: chaotic neutral

Personality: Murchad is a man of gigantic melancholies and gigantic mirth. A barbarian to the standards of most Valucrean nations, he takes his pleasure in bawdy song, strong drink, eager women, and red battle. He has his own code to which he holds himself, and is often puzzled by the peculiarities of "civilized" peoples.

Languages: Common, Riada

Biography: Murchad was born on the island of Ollpheistaigh. Ollpheistaigh is in the northwest of Valucre, part of an archipelago largely unknown to most of the world. His people, the Riada, are a seafaring and warlike folk, for whom seamanship and swordsmanship are the greatest virtues a man can possess. The Riada are most often red and auburn haired, and superstition states that a Riada born with black hair, such as Murchad, will have a great destiny and great doom upon them. When he was fourteen, he set sail with his father on one of the great winged dragon ships of his people with a mind for reaving. The gods were not on their side, and a storm of incredible ferocity blew up. The brave Riada crew tried to ride out the storm, fighting nature itself to keep their lives but ultimately they failed and the great ship sank.

All aboard were killed, save the young Murchad, who was able to cling to a mast and was rescued two days later by a passing merchant ship. The merchant seemed kindly, but he found himself sold in the secret slave market of Genesaris. The proud young warrior did not find slavery to his liking, and as he was being transported to his new master's manse, broke free of his ropes, killed a guard and stole a horse, riding off into the southern wastes. So began his adventures in earnest.

He did many things in bits and pieces. He fought as a mercenary, survived as a thief, sailed the sapphire seas as a reaver, murdered as an assassin, and adventured for treasure. As a Riada, sailing and fighting came naturally to him. In all these endeavors, he was well served by the harshness of life on Ollpheistaigh and his natural physical prowess.



Appearance

True age: 24
Apparent age: 30
Race: Riada- but most think he is human
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 210
Skin Color: pale
Build: lean but broad shouldered
Disabilities: None yet
Hair Color: black
Hair Style: Square cut with a pair of braids from the temples.
Eye Color: green
Dominant hand: right
Scars: many, in particular an oddly shaped one on his cheek from burning oil poured onto his face and a long jagged scar across his chest and down his abdomen.

Facial Features: High cheekbones and sort of almond shaped eyes, giving him an exotic and not entirely normal appearance. Slightly elongated canines and an almost perpetual smirk.

Equipment:

Upper body: If expecting a fight, Murchad will wear armor of scale, leather, and ring-mail, otherwise he will wear whatever suits the situation or pleases him.

Lower Body: depends on the environment and situation

Jewelry: Twisted gold torc with dragon-heads around his neck

Weapon:
Sword, shield, and a pair of curved daggers.