Name: Eoghan
Nickname: Vintersong, Braids
Age: Early twenties
Hair: Long, blond, with some warrior braids hanging from his neck.
Beard: Light blond beard
Eyes: Light green

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OOC: I have to ask you to forgive me before anything! I'm not a native speaker, so I'll maybe commit some mistakes. I hope those aren't too critical, but expect to see some kicks to the grammar. Constructive critics welcome!

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When stories are true, some people begins to believe. When stories became a fact, people take fear of them.

That's what happened when Eoghan was at his homeland. His order was respected, although they were called the proud knights of the frozen blade. Wandering warriors along the land at the service of their king. But suddendly, their story became a nightmare.

But, that's a story too long for being told here. When you see this man standing at 6'2 ft. heigh, the first thing a person can see, is a cloak. A heavy winter cloak, maybe made with the pelt of a worg, and under that heavy winter cloak, with no crest on it, there's an armor protecting it's owner.

The man who's into that armor is young. He has the facial features of a northman: strong face and jaw, with also a thick beard covering some of his face. His blond hair is long enough to reach the middle of his back. His skin is quite pale, but also is hardened due to the hours he passes training and traveling along the country.

The next thing is remarkable about him, are his eyes. Those are green, and his looking is the looking of proud and bravery. With his smile and his looking, he seems the living image of honor.

His body is in a mostly perfect fit. His muscles are quite bigger than the average fighter, but he's not a bunch of muscles unable to move by itself: he's in the balance between agility and strenght, but the greatsword he carries at his back requires a large amount of muscle to move it, or maybe is it lighter than it seems to be? Anyway, this sword is his best fellow.

He's always smiling and he likes the adventures, challenges, good fightings, honour, sharing a good moment with his friends near a bonfire outside, or just, adventuring outdoors, he doesn't care where.

At his neck is possible to see a pendant with the symbol of the Crusaders of the Darkwood, identifying him as one of their squires.

His voice is deep and steady, talking from his chest to his mouth with strong words and sounds. His voice is perfect for singing hymns or howlings, but he's not an artist. He knows he has a good voice, so he has educated it in consequence, and so he's able to roar in the middle of the battle making a intimidating figure between the fight that, joined to his strenght, is a remarkable threat.


-BLUE ARMOR:

If you see him with a blue and golden armor, you can see the true image of the uniform he used to wear in his homeland. This heavy plate armor is forged in darksteel and dyed in a slight dark blue with some gold in its ornaments. He has no crests, he has no symbols of which order he used to serve, but he seems to be a high ranked knight of it.

With this armor, his cloak is black, made with the hide of a warg and enchanted with the blood of snowtrolls, so it can protect him from cold and also regenerate his wounds.

His greatsword hangs from his back like a fellow waiting for the aid of his friend. The great claymore's hilt is made on mithril, meanwhile the blade has been forged in coldiron with several magic enchantments and other ingredients like drake's blood and even the essence of some evil creatures. When he wields it, the sword burns into a blue cold flame, and it makes a light howling roar, like the wind whispering between the northern mountains, the same roar as he does when he fights: The Winter's Song.


-RED ARMOR:

When you see him with a red armor, he seems to be more a templar than a common knight. There are no crests on it for now, but one thing is easy to be sure about: With the red armor, he has changed his combat style, and even the weapons he wields and his cloak is dyed with a crimson red, made with the hide of a manticore.

When he wears the crimson red armor, is possible to see at his belt a heavy blacksmith's hammer, and at his back, nearby his loyal greatsword, a great halberd. The armor is made on adamantine, with his natural enchantment, with the metal dyed in crimson red respecting the golden ornaments he wears in the other armor.

  DISCLAIMER: -In both cases, he's the same guy. The fact of changing the armor doesn't change anything, just aesthethic and his weapon style combat. He's still being friendly, warm and a honourable man, so no, my friends, he hasn't got any evil alter ego.
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                 ~Light time!~

Whites (always up for this!): IC adventures, friendships,travels to distant lands loyalty... Y'know, good RP stuff!

Greens (Hey, I can't refuse!): Womans (100% female), one night stands, groupsex with females, relationships (long-term RP), romance (long-term RP too), funny situations.

Yellow (Well... Maybe yes, maybe not): Meh, I don't know. This depends of my mood and the mood of the character.

Red (NO-WAY. NEVER.): Mens, herms, shemales... (in ERP, I don't have any problem with them in RP in general), rape, extreme violence, perma-anything, toiletplay (ugh, please, bathroom stuff no)...

I'm tell friendly and I like to meet new people, so don't hesitate on sending me a whisp, friends, I promise I won't bite too much! If I don't answer you, don't be afraid, I'm not ignoring you! I might be busy rping with a huge group of people or AFK :D!