Sir Captain Liam Ó Faoláin
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Character Name— Sir Captain Liam Ó Faoláin
Concept— A seemly trusted vessel of the ó Raghallaigh Royal Court of Irtland with a dark, twisted fetish for collecting all sorts of specimens, mostly unique individuals. An investor in slave trade and closely involved behind closed doors.

Bio: In a dimly lit room in an unknown location sat a tired and broken man tied to a wobbling, old wooden chair. He stared at the dirt that lightly danced around his bonded feet. The predicament that he was in made wish that he wish for better days. For in this room, there was another who stood in front of the tired and broken man; a younger man… a determined man.

“Mr. Mac Conmara or would ye prefer Guinnein?” Liam asked with in chilled tone. The beaten man said nothing; he just kept staring at his feet. This made Liam a little frustrated, but he wasn’t going to let that end his fun. Liam bent down and pulled Guinnein’s face level with his own. “This is all that’s left of the infamous Mac Conmara Clan?” This time he had raised his voice which was fueled by a fiery spirit. Guinnein looked up with a blood filled grin and spat into Liam’s face. Liam simply smiled and let Guinnein’s head drop back down. He straightened back up and produced a napkin from his vest pocket. “But yer not the only one left, are ye?” he said this calmly as he wiped the blood from his face. Guinnein felt his heart sink farther into his chest. Liam saw Guinnein’s head lower in despair. This made Liam overjoyed, now the man's spirit was breaking. “Yes, ye have a wee lass, don’t ye? What was her name again?” Liam rubbed his chin for a moment as to remember. “Oh right, Aislin.” Guinnein let out a hoarsened sigh which caused him to start coughing. “She’s one special lass, won’t ye say?” Guinnein could feel his face burn with anger. “Well, not only am I getting the last Mac Conmara, but one with the Sight as well!” Liam knelt down by Guinnein’s side. “Well, she thinks your dead and that’s a start!” giving Guinnein a hard slap on the back while saying so. Guinnein felt his whole body lit a flame with blind fury. He wrestled with his restraints, but he was too weak to break free and yelled in frustration. Liam stood up smiling and walked towards the only table in the room. He was so pleased with himself and excited to expand his collection. Liam inspected the knives on the table until he found one that suited his needs. Liam walked back to Guinnein with a curved knife in his hand. “Any last words before I cut yer tongue out?” Guinnein looked straight at him with pure bile in his gaze. His chest started to heave with every spite filled breath. “There aren’t enough pardons in this world to save your twisted, vile soul from the Hounds! Go hIfreann leat!” Liam made nodding gesture toward the door. Two armed guards came into the room, each at either side Guinnein, holding his mouth open. Liam lightly runs his finger over the blade, his eyes fixated on the way it flickered with brilliance. He seemed slightly mesmerized with a half demented grin. “Speaking the old tongue, I see. How archaic, no one speaks that knacker rubbish anymore. That's all ye culchies know, isn't it? Well, it's good to know there will be one less bogger talking!”

Lifepaths— Born Noble, Page, Squire, Knight, Lead to Professional Soldier, Captain
Age— 35

Stats

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

Attributes

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

Skills— Armor Training, Brawling B6, Command B5, Conspicuous B2, Etiquette B3, Field Dressing B3, Intimidation B5, Mounted Combat Training, Read B3, Riding B5, Shield Training, Strategy B4, Sword B6, Write B3

Beliefs

#1-I will use my title and power to get what I want, no matter how!
#2-I collect the finer things in life. Aislin is a rare gem worthy of my personal collection.
#3-People are truly priceless, especially when their will is broken.

Instincts

#1-When someone lies to me, I beat the truth out of them.
#2-When someone challenges my authority, I draw my sword.
#3-Attack when threatened by armed persons.
Gear— Superior Arms
Property
Affiliations— 3D Trusted Vessel to the Royal Court of Irtland
Reputations
Relationships— Pól Mac Murchú: Undisclosed slave trade business associate. (Significant)
— Eoghan Ó Raghallaigh: Financial ringleader in slave trade in Northern Irtland (Significant)
Spells or Rituals
Traits— [Dt] Mark of Privilege, [Dt] Sworn Homage, [C-O] Savvy, [Char] Sadistic, [Char] Handsome, [Char] Shows No Fear, [Char] Self Confident, [Dt] Hunter of Man

Weapon Type I M S Add VA WS Strike Dist
Bare Fisted 3 5 7 2 0 Fast Shortest
Superior Sword 3 6 9 2 0 Slow Short

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

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