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[Aidan Furey]

Real name: Blake Heckler

Character name: Furey [Full name: Aiden Marcus Aiken]

Race: Human

Country/Shire/land of origin: Aberdeen, Scotland

Family history (siblings? parents?): Furey's father was 1st Cousin to the king of Aethenu. His father Died in a large Battle, and his two older brothers did as well, Rusvul and Martin. Furey never knew his mother in person, only in his dreams, she had passed on when he was born.

Tribal/Clan/Religious affiliations, if any: Clan Gordon of Aberdeen and He Serves the One True God of Jacob.

Class, if any (healer, berserker, ranger, etc.: Reaver(Knight/Samurai)

Any super-interesting/traumatic events along the way.: The man Known as Furey, went through many trying times. Denied the throne of Aethenu after his father and two older brothers died in battle. As a child he was taken away from Aethenu for a long while, leaning on nobody but his countrymen that had fled the country that was in turmoil. Furey made a living as a Calton Reaver and a corsair. Adept with a blade, Furey perfected his skills in battle and as a general with some of the worlds best warriors and warchiefs. When he was of age, he was called back by an Invoice and he answered the call. Coming back to his country, that was shattered by war, Furey knew that he had to do something.
Bringing in an unlikely crew of warriors and outcasts, Furey assembled an order of warriors to keep Aethenu safe and prosperous.

Favorite weapon combo, or fighting specialty: Long Bow, Short sword, Pole Arms. hanging guard into a downward swing into an upward Rend.

Favorite Unit Tactic (Maneuver): A Wedged Charge into a Flank

Training of Any Kind: Aye, 1 year under Gray beard along with an assortment of many other arts of war from the Blood Elf Durogan.

Past Units: 1st Legion, Furey's Hussars

Recent History of Your Character: The Name Furey was givin' to Aidan by his tutor in a Gaelic Citdal. The name was handed down by generations of the first warriors to arise in the history of time. Furey from a blood line of Royalty in a Province held in the lands of the sleepy midwest called Anaidi. He was the only remaining direct descendant of the crown, before all of this, Furey was put on a ship and sailed off away from Aethenu when he was young, to escape the clutches of an orcish horde. Being sent to an Elven Metropolis in the middle of the great sea, Furey learned the ways of many warriors, studying every aspect of war. Furey later began a Corsair's career, and mainly recruited men of the Macgregor clan and Scottish Pirates. Further down the road, he had been fighting a group called the "Houkaten" Knights, whilst he was doing this he met and adversary by the name of Varian Frost, both men had never met his match in battle, both men nearly killed one on another. And thus a blood pact of brother-hood was made between Frost and Furey. When Furey was called to Aethenu, he finally realized his responsibilities, and asked his Cut-throat crew to help him govern a kingdom in turmoil.... These are the Men and women of the order.

Character Appearance:



Hair: Black. It is in a devil lock.
Color of Eyes: Grey, they turn to blue or green depending on mood.
Attire: Kilt, sash, Green Cloak, tan undershirt, studded Warboots.
Skin: a little color to his skin, lightly sunkissed
Armor: Corinthian helm, Mail, shirt with Plate bracers and Shoulders. the torso is in the form of an old Roman style armor piece. Metal plates upon the shins of the boots.
Weapon(s): three light throwing axes on belt, Scottish Saber w/ a shield at his side, And a Large Warbow with a quiver On Mount.

height: 6'3

Mount (if you have one): red Haired Warhorse (Clydes Dale)

[Aidan Furey]

[glow=red,2,300] On the Road[/glow]
Over the Bridge.

The wind was cool and the sun bore mildly on the landscape as a lone horse in a field with a single stood grazing, while the sweet, plucky sound of a Tin-Whistle danced in the wind.
Quietly a lone figure sits under the shade of the Ironwood treet, piping away fruiously at the Tin-whistle as his foot keeps a steady thump as he plays. His hair touches the breezes and it blows by, as he gazes out into the sunny landscape.
Over looking the land, a few hovels and wheatfields stand waving in the sunlight, and blotches of cattle herded together grazing stand silently listening to the sweet music produced from under the tree. A hawk screams in the distance as the figure plays, he slowly rises revealing the print of his Tartan is none other than the Infamous Khan. Aidan Furey of Aethenu. As he quickens his tempo, a hawk screams closer. Before another moment passes, a clatter in the tree above arises and the bird is silent.
As Aidan finishes his reel, he heres the thrum of a snare and the tedious stomp of many feet. Aidan arose his left brow to the noise, and thought to himself, as he stood from behind the tree to see his stede grazing, he noticed the banners first arizing from the horizon. He walked out to the field to the side of his companion, he whistled in a high pitch, raising his right arm, the Hawk Skarlath latched himself onto Aidan's arm.
Aidan coo-ed the hawk into silence, making him comfortable, he pulled a piece of dried meat from his front pouch and gave it to the great bird. Slowly the a host of Aethenric arose from the Horizon, moving at a slowed more relaxed pace. As the Troupe made it's way down the dirt path, the lead horsemen caught eye of Aidan, and swung back to his superiors and shouted,
"Fianoruch! Hooolm! Khan. Aidan Furey!"
At the shout, from the back of the troup the slow whine, and drone of bagpipes began. Aidan bowed to the passing patrol of Aethrenic and saluted them. He waved to Raphsis Doon and Nab Gillesciod who accompanied the troupe.
Aidam patted the hawk and stroked him gently but, with a firmness a father would have with his son. Aidan smiled to the hawk as it stared into him. Aidan lifted his eyes to the sky, and lurched the bird into the sky. He flew with a great wing span following the troupe over head. Aidan slowly mounted his horse, with a whine the horse allowed Aidan, and he patted the side of the large animals neck.
"C'mon Aodh, let's foind us a better sput... One less'populated and a little more tae'ourselves."
Aidan and Aodh made their way down the dirt path. Slowly walking with the creak of the saddle to accompany them. Aidan took in his prosporous homeland with keen eyes. He knew, not all times would be shed with peace. As he made his way over a stone-built bridge, the clop of his enormous horses hooves echoed into the river. He paused and brough Aodh to a halt. He looked over the side of the bridge to the river.
And watched as the cool blue river flowed lazily, with a slight trickle along the rocks on the either of it.

[Aidan Furey]

Safe and sound at home again, let the waters roar, Jack.
Safe and sound at home again, let the waters roar, Jack.

Chorus
Long we've tossed on the rolling main, now we're safe ashore, Jack.
Don't forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe!

Since we sailed from Plymouth Sound, four years gone, or nigh, Jack.
Was there ever chummies, now, such as you and I, Jack?
Long we've tossed on the rolling main, now we're safe ashore, Jack.
Don't forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe!
We have worked the self-same gun, quarterdeck division.
Sponger I and loader you, through the whole commission.
Long we've tossed on the rolling main, now we're safe ashore, Jack.
Don't forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe!
Oftentimes have we laid out, toil nor danger fearing,
Tugging out the flapping sail to the weather earring.
Long we've tossed on the rolling main, now we're safe ashore, Jack.
Don't forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe!
When the middle watch was on and the time went slow, boy,
Who could choose a rousing stave, who like Jack or Joe, boy?
Long we've tossed on the rolling main, now we're safe ashore, Jack.
Don't forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe!
There she swings, an empty hulk, not a soul below now.
Number seven starboard mess misses Jack and Joe now.
Long we've tossed on the rolling main, now we're safe ashore, Jack.
Don't forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe!
But the best of friends must part, fair or foul the weather.
Hand yer flipper for a shake, now a drink together.
Long we've tossed on the rolling main, now we're safe ashore, Jack.
Don't forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe!

[kamrya]

kudos...nice job furey!

[Sir Nichtmar]

Nice story, Furey.

[kiyoko sasaki]

beautiful...

[Aidan Furey]

[glow=red,2,300]Early Travels:[/glow]
Music for this Thread
(The music above on that site goes with the RP, so listen to it ;D)

As most of you Know, before Furey claimed the rightful place
in the kingdom of Aethenu. He had lived a life of near poverty
in many coastal cities after leaving his childhood behind him.
Becoming a prince of thieves, cuthroats, and pirates or so
to speak. Much rather dashing and footloose and fancy free,
not much for a lord to show but, regardless his adventureous
side sticks out none the less.

::Coastal Port City of Dalaran::

It was bright out, the guls glid accross the horizon expertly snatching fish from the waters as the waves lapped the docks. The air was as salty as the sea, a fine mist sprayed as Aidan Aiken ran on the planks below the dock, as a troop of Dalaran watchmen ran accross the dock's surface.
"Ho Ho! I really... I mean I Re-ally'ave done it this time."
Slowly behind Aidan crept up Herger, his loyal side kick.
"Now ya'gone and done it Aidan.... They told ya'not to come back after that poultry incident in the market." exclaimed Herger.
"Now Lissen'ere, those Soldiers from Murthia tweren't exactly kindly to the folk, so I just decided to give'em a little vinegar and cattle dung tae'win'em over, aye?!" Retorted Aidan.
As the two went on under the docks Aidan heard a thrum and a thwack! Looking to his right from the dock next to them, the Town guard was lobbing arrows at them. (Music Que) Pretty soon tiny crossbow bolts thwacked all about them as the men on the other dock shot to kill the two.
" HO HO HO! We REALLY Done'it This time, Let's Get a move on!"
Shouted Aidan with Exhilaration.
"I Knew IT! I'm going to get shot aren't I ?! Every time COnfound it AIDAN! EVERY TI-"
Just as Herger spoke he slipped of the plank he was so concentrating on that he ruck'himself hard ontop of the plank like a horse to a saddle.
Aidan stopped quickly to help his friend up as the bolts whized all about them.
"RUN!"
Herger shouted as the Two sped up movement. Just then, a spear tip split right from above. Aidan stopped quickly grabbing the spear end and hoisting it down towards the water. He then pushed it up again knocking the user back into the water. Quickly he heaved himself onto the dock followed by Herger.
"They Are Clearly Over Reactin', I mean who's tae'say that throwin' chickens was illegal let alone, slinging cow manor, and Having a bit of a go at the lads... Perfect Highland manners Mate!"
Shouted Aidan as he sprinted accross the deck , leaping onto the rigging of a ship in the dock.
"Oi! Lissen hear Aidan.. This innit the Highlands, NOR IS it your homeland. So you can't go runnin' around scoffin' any evil-doer yah'see or Claiming sancutaury in a paganistic temple, when the Diety hates yoU!" Herger replied as he jumped into the same rigging Aidan had.
The Clanking of his sword, bullhorn, and Sgian Dhu was enough of a becon for Herger to follow Aidan. Not looking up in the impression that he would find nothing but an up-kilt shot of Aidan at his Finest. As they moved up the rigging with the town guard chasing after them, Aidan swung from a rigging line to another, and then to another ships rigging, with Herger Shouting curse after curse behind him.
"WHY CAN't WE Stay on the GROU ---- Nnd!" Herger had taken the big swing to the other Ship at an unexpectedly fast speed.
As Herger started to Catch up with Aidan, he lost him again, falling off of the Rigging rope from the second ship onto dry land as Aidan ran down an alley.
"Why Am I always the last to cause trouble and the first to be shot at!"
Herger ran swiftly to catch up with Aidan, neck and neck they ran down the back alleys of Dalaran, till' finally they ran into the "Cutlass" a low-key tavern/brothel for wanders, and pirates alike.

To be continued:

Many times over, Aidan would scour the Port city of Dalaran to find him suitable comrads. Not only to find fame and fortune but, also to find strength in numbers. Aidan no longer a little boy knew of the world outside, and the creatures that lurk in the dark fathoms. Therefore Furey made it his duty to find the weakest, and make them the mightiest of men.

::Cutlass in Dalaran::

Walking into the smoke filled tavern, Aidan noticed the section to his right of weary travels. Grief stricken they seemed, he picked out many faces, noting them quickly as he rifled through the door way and to the tavern mainhall, where a fire did blaze. Small talk around ale, and a pipe is heard all around as Herger follows in behind Aidan.
Whispering quietly Aidan asks the Barkeeper who the people were and what they were doing there. Quite abrupt and gruffly the Bar Keeper Griped about the homeless elves from the eastern lands and the wars going on with Narul and the rest of the Liche Kings.

"I spect, the Little blighters will be Er for quite some toime before the next season." The barkeeper remarked as Aidan moved around the tavern seeing to the patrons. Out of the corner of his I Aidan noticed a Lone, shadowy looking figure in the corner of the mainhall, wreathed in shadow, the glow of the pipe was all that could be seen.
At that very moment, Aidan felt his spirit cling to the figure in the shadows. At this moment the creature in the corner sat up as if it had felt it too. The cloaked figure finally stood up into the light, and met Aidan's gaze. Cool, calm and collected the man, took a long brisk drag from his pipe, and communicated with his eyes to Aidan.
"Have you a quarrel?" Inquired the man.
"Ny, I may inquire as to whom you are." Said Aidan politely.
"I am Varian Frost, my Business is my own." The man replied sternly.
"Twell'Laddie Freakin' Dah! So Oi'spect you'd be with a bit'O manners aye?" Retorted Aidan with a quick scent of Highland anger.
The man shifted his weight from one leg to the other uncomfrotably he noted the fire in Aidan's eyes and acknowledged it head on.
"If'n its a fight Yo-"
"It's a Fight I'll get" Interrupted Aidan, knowing the queer-ness to this man, Aidan didn't know whether it was for the good or the worse, either or; he hadn't a clue what he was about to do, other than fight this phantom.

(Cue to Play the Horn-Pipes)(Stringed band plays in the background of the tavern, Pluckily)

"I am a noble from the land of Phoenix, and I expect you need to mind your own business"
Cooly Varian Frost exclaimmed.
"And it'tis moi Business tae'be knowin' everybodies business bout these here ports."
Taking a low bow, mockingly Aidan took a pint of ale off of a servants plate, and poored it ontop of Frost's feet.
"Somethin' tells me the drinks on you mate."
With a largely-grin on his face Aidan stood up. Looking not at all amused, Frost tapped his pipe-clean upon his bracer and putting it away in the hunches that were his cloak, he bowed to Furey exagerating the curtesy that of Aidan's and saying.
"By your leave, Oh King of the Rats Nest and all that is unclean and dishonorable to anything worth a gold coin to a sheckle. I leave you to your pig-stye"
Flustering red as Frost finished his bow, Aidan bit his thumb towards Frost, abruptly Aidan turned as if to leave, with a right hook; returned into the side of Frost's face knocking him into a table full of half-lings and dwarves. Then the war did soon-enraged, as Frost returned with a cast-iron gridle to the right shoulder of Aidan as both men battled like vicious tabby-cats.
"Ho, Aidan! This is the SECOND TOIME Teh-day!"
Herger exclaimmed as he chased around the two. Within a few seconds the entire tavern was turned upside, as a man tried to attack both men, Herger covered them both... Taking a decor-Shield off of the wall and smashing it atop of the head of the unsuspecting victim.
"Do be thinkin' I'm rootin' fer either of ye'two.. If I had it moi'way ye'd both be thrown to the stocks fer bad behav-"
Amid sentence, Herger was tossed from behind into a drunken brawl as the music did surround the scene, sending a whirl-wind of musical notes and hay-makers alike. At Eachothers throats, Frost and Aidan landed over tables onto chairs, breaking everything in their path upon eachother. Staggering upright, Aidan was kicked in the marbles, sending him cross-eyed, Frost grabbed him by the collar and threw him into the fireplace mantel. With slight of hand, Aidan grappled tightly, the moose head above the fireplace.. As Frost bore upon him, a quick drop and turn and Frost quite Literally racked himself upon the Mooses antlers.
"HAH! Yarbles Oi'Say tae'Ye, And i'll wager yer'Yarbles is by your tonciles roight now"
In a laughter Aidan continued his onslaught upon Frost. Quickly the two exchanged blows left, right, to right and left. Both battered and bloodied as they turned their dignified-selves into mad-beasts only bending to destroy eachother.
"Ye can give up any-toime ye'd like mate, Coz'I tain't stoppin' fer no man"
Just as Aidan shouted towards his adversary, the doors of the tavern busted in and the Dalaran Sherriffs came in with billy clubs All-Arage. As the Sherriffs of the law did attack the rowdy trove of miscreants, everyone turned from eachother onto the law. Classes shattered, Steins pent, hooting and yelling did fill the ears of the unsuspectin' traveller who walked into the doors, and just as soon as came in and whistled, left.
During this time both men, drew swords upon eachother and began attacking eachother. Parrying and thrusting to meet the end of this dispute. The two fought off the sherriffs and found themselves knocked to a blood pulp and thrown out of the tavern. Following them shortly, Herger was throw indignantly out of the window that was already broken.
"How En'considerate of'em tae'be throwin' a body out of a bloomin' Winder!"
Brushing himself off indignantly, Herger stood up to look at Aidan and Frost both, clasping their swords in a giant heap, both beaten bloody and struggling to continue their epic battle. With that Herger kicked both men in the head, knocking them out cold. He looked to the nearest cart, loaded them upon it, and carted them out without being seen by the Law of Dalaran.

So ends the first meeting of Frost and Furey.

[Aidan Furey]

[Aidan Furey]

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