Guinnein Mac Conmara, The Spirit Hunter

Character Name— Guinnein Mac Conmara
Appearance— Gabriel Bryne with a couple well placed scars.
Concept— Father of Aislin, thought to be dead patron of the Mac Conmara Clan. While out on a mission, Guinnein was attacked by Liam and his men. After being taken prisoner, Guinnein was had suffered a harsh beating and was made mute by Liam. He was told by Liam that his daughter thinks that he is dead and that she has left Irtland. At that time, Guinnein wanted to take his revenge on Liam, but was too weak to do so. Guinnein was then beaten unconscious, he woke up hours later on the side of the road, a few mile from a village. Unable to speak made everything a challenge almost to the point of maddening. So he travels quietly and loathsomely in the night, first he will find Aislin, then together they will be able to assemble the Rovers and then kill Liam once and for all.

Bio —The streets fell silent that evening as the moon rose in the night sky. A man walks alone; his face bears many scars, each a triumph and a mistake. His cloak is old and mangled much like him. His life has been long and full of regret, no matter how many he has helped, he couldn’t save the one that meant the most, Aoife. The only person who gave a damn about him, but she was long gone, now all he has left of her is Aislin. Guinnein couldn’t help to think the Mac Conmara Clan was cursed from the very beginning. Most of his life has been nothing but pain and suffering, the few moments of happiness were simply ripped away. Now the one thing he has left to fight for is in peril. Even though he couldn’t speak, he couldn't stop thinking about the guilt and despair of it all. If only he could yell out loud, all his frustration and rage would be released and for once, he would have a moment of peace and quiet.

These thought haunted him as he continued to walk. After a while he felt as if he were being watched. He didn't look behind him, that would give away his awareness of being follow. He came across the local pub and stepped in side for a much needed drink. He sat at an empty table far from the rest of the drunkards and a view of the entrance. Not long after getting seated, a bar maid came up to his table. “Would you like to try our house ale, sir?” Her soft voice reminded him of Aoife, he thought. Fond memories flooded his mind, a slight smile appeared briefly, then was followed a sorrow filled frown. “Sir?” Her voice pulled him back to the present; he looked up at her with an utterly confused expression. “Would you like to try our house ale?” This time she asked slightly annoyed. He quickly nodded, feeling a little embarrassed. He snapped back to the task at hand. He made sure to keep an eye on the door, sure enough, two men entered the pub separately at different times and either sat at different tables. They didn’t quite stand out, but their clothes were much nicer, unlike the rest in the pub. The bar maid came back with his mug; he handed her a silver piece and sent on her way. He drank slowly and contemplated his plan of losing Liam’s men. If he was going to find Aislin, he needed to do it without being followed. “Well, only one way to ensure I’ll be alone”, he thought as he tapped his fingers on the hilt of his sheathed blade. Soon he came to a decision on what course of action to take; he finished his pint and headed for the front door. Once out the door, he walk slow enough to get an idea of how many would follow him out. So far only one, he walked a bit more to see if the other was coming. No other emerged. “Good, one will be easy”, he thought. He sharply turned into an ally, a put his back to the wall, readied the pommel of his blade and waited. It wasn’t long before the young man turned the corner. Crack! After a sickening wet crunch sound, the young man was bent over moaning in pain, grasping at his face. There was quite a bit of blood that poured from the mass of flesh and cartilage in place of his nose. While the young man was bent down, Guinnein struck him in the back of his head, knocking him out cold. Sheathing his blade, he walked out of the alley calmly and cool headed. “Now for the other one…” The very thought made him grin with amusement. The wind whipped his ragged cloak from side to side, much like a cat’s tail when it is waiting to pounce. Guinnein walked onward into the dark, cold night.

Lifepaths— Born Peasant, Apt Pupil, Speaker of Names, Hunter, Hunter, Lead to Outcast, Strider, Lead to Peasant, Elder
Age— 51


Wi Pe Ag Sp Po Fo
B5 B6 B5 B3 B5 B4


Hea Ref MW Ste Hes Res Cir Multi.
B4 B4 B10 B5 5 B3 B2 x3.5
PTGS Su: B3 Li: B5 Mi: B7 Se: B8 Tr: B9 Mo: B10

Skills— Astrology B6, Circination B5, Demonology B6, Empyrealia B6, Forest-Wise B3, Hunting B5, Intimidation B4, Obscure History B5, Observation B3, Orienteering B3, Paths-wise B3, Reading B3, Riding B2, Spirit Binding B6, Spirit-wise B6, Sword B6, Tracking B4, Ugly Truth B3, Writing B3.


#1Belief 1
#2Belief 2
#3Belief 3


#1Instinct 1
#2Instinct 2
#3Instinct 3
Gear— Arms
Affiliations— 2D Rovers of the Night (Former Leader, Supernatural Hunting Guild in Irtland)
Reputations— 2D The Spirit Hunter
Relationships— Liam Ó Faoláin, (Wants to kill!) (Significant, hateful/rival)
Spells or Rituals
Traits— [Dt] Believer, [Dt] Well Travelled, [Char] Loner, [Char] Mute, [Char] Faded, [Dt] Eye of the Hunter, [Char] Intense Hatred, [Dt] Mark of the Clan, The Triskeli

Weapon Type I M S Add VA WS Strike Dist
Bare Fisted 3 5 7 2 0 Fast Shortest
Sword 4 8 12 2 0 Slow Shortest

Weapon Notes
1 Two-handed, may not be used with a shield2 May Great Strike

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