Kelth McEwan

[*Mausman]

There is a breeze out here

That filters through the shrub
Over hills and down through long winding riverbeds
Across the Rashemen hills
It cools the skin and brings the most subtle song in the world
To the ears of those who listen


(( A visit, walking on the Rashemen hills))

[*Mausman]

Let me beat in your heart


Be your drum of war and love
Let me hide in your arms
Be my cage, my key, my lock

Let our bones collide
Until the light falls like anvils from our eyes
When our dreams ignite
Disappear in their fire

Be my deathless song
Fill my aching lungs

Breathe your life into me
Because I drown in your shadow
Like salt in the rain
If my fear is tomorrow
Your memoryÂ’s the fight in my veins

Let me beat in your heart
Be your drum of war and love
Let me hide in your arms
Be my cage, my key, my lock

Let our bones collide
Until the light falls like anvils from our eyes
When our dreams ignite
Disappear in their fire

Be my open sky
Fill these wild eyes

Breathe your life into me
Because I drown in your shadow
Like salt in the rain
If my fear is tomorrow
Then your memoryÂ’s the fight in my veins

(( A strong, beating heart.))

[*Mausman]

On a bloodied field, Khaasta and human alike dead, or dying, wandered a tall individual. Hooded, striding with slow steps, pipes were played by him. The playing came to and end as he sat down on a rock, next to a dying, female warrior. The man offered her a proud smile and singular nod.

"Ye fought well, lass. Here...allow me"

The man gathered some cloth from his pack and bundled it into a form of cushion underneath her head.

"Don't be afraid. Keep yer eyes open. Face et without fear"

The dying, female warrior, looked at the man, slightly puzzled. With a soft voice, she asked his name, on which the warrior, now sitting next to her on rock, replied:

"I am Kelth McEwan, and I shall be yer final battle-brother and companion, who'll stay with ye until ye depart on yer final journeh"

Saor -Guardians -(( Best played during read for ambiance ;) ))

[*Mausman]

Basic Information

Name: Kelth McEwan
Aliases: "Professional ***" "The Final Companion"
Gender: Male
Race: Human/ ?
Age: 36
Profession: Ferryman of The Morrigan, keeping dying warriors company until they pass over. Sword for hire.


Faction: Kelth is a runaway Sensate, namer.

Accent: Kelth has a thick accent going, most likely his trademark as well.

Physical Information

Height: 2,12m
Weight: 100 Kilograms
Body build: Rather muscular, tall
Skin type: Rough
Hair style: Long. Black. Braids here and there. Tiny bells being knotted in strands.
Eyes: His eyes are glowing-orange/yellow ish coloured with slitted irises in appearance.
Skin: Caucasian.
Tattoos: Clan symbols, Wolf teeth and a snarling Wolf on his left calf.

Features:

Unlike previous years, Kelth sports a leather doublet with his plaid tartan kilt worn over it. Various curio can be seen, most of them being bones of Crows. Around his torso, diagonally, runs a black, leather bandolier, that holds the two dull looking, leathered sheathes of the Claymore "Beast" and "An Cáth" on his back. It also sports his Sensate badge and the image of a Snarling Wolf.

Kelth appears sarcastic and colder than he was in previous years. Perhaps more focused as well. Something has changed, but what?

Other than that, Kelth is still the towering man he always has been.



Mental Information

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral


Behaviour

Calmer than he was before, the warrior appears dedicated to carry out the will of his Goddess and offer a final moment of company to warriors who are dying and about to pass on.

Other than that, the man has a foul mouth, ill manners at times and appears to have a general disdain for Sigil as a city. However, one who has lived for years in this place, never fits quite back into the place they once came from...


The Reforged Blades / Taigh de Cáth

Kelth once attempted to bring people under a banner as a group in the Hive, not as guild, but co-operation to work along with Dace Andor to fend off threats. The group has disbanded mostly due to various developments. It's hall, Taigh de Cáth, still stands. Rumor has it the large warrior has begun to clean it out.


Known facts

- Criminal record tied to the destruction of the Smoking Hammer
- Criminal record of vigilantism against various criminal gangs
- Participant in the Battle on the plane of Salt
- Friend of Dace Andor, the renowned mercykiller
- Friend of Amir, renowned Bleaker

Rumors
- Rumored Anarchist, yet no proof

[*Mausman]

*Bump!* Proper Bio pic!