A first person account of my current character, Cináed mac Aodhagán.
My name is Cináed mac Aodhagán. I hail from the lands north of Hadrian's Wall, where some say civilization ends and outside the walls begin a whole new, mysterious land. I am a Pict, or at least that is what they call me. I call myself Cináed, son of Aodhagán. My father, Aodhagán, was a farmer, a simple man. I spent my early childhood helping him in the field, grazing the livestock and tending to my younger siblings. Only at a much older age, when the hairs on my face had begun to show, was I sent to become a blacksmith's apprentice in the port city of Dun Foither. There, I was to make a living, hammering steel into blades and axes to be fought with in great battles and wars. For some years I lived in Duin Foither, away from my home, growing in age and in strength from the work of a blacksmith. As time passed, I received word that bandits had ravaged the countryside, plundering and razing villages to the ground wherever they passed. Fearful for my family's safety, I rode out to my home village, only to be met with ash and dust. Lives laid scattered on the earth, lifeless, their eyes frozen in fear. Some were spared, weeping in corners blackened by flame and smoke. I found my father and mother laying outside my father's house, swords slashed against their faces and holes pierced their chests. My sister and younger brother were missing. From then on fate had guided me away from the life of a blacksmith, and placed the sword in my hand and a shield in the other. Gathering those able to fight we swore to have our vengeance and to find my sister and brother. To this day I search for the villains who slaughtered my family, so that I may return the favor.