MacLasiar O'Fearghail
| MacLasiar | |||||||
| Male Human | |||||||
| Player: Mac Forgeman | |||||||
[[Image: |300x600px|]]
|
| General Information | ||||||||||
| Full Name: | MacLasiar 'Steelarm' O'Fearghail of Soot Hall | |||||||||
| Nicknames: | Mac, Big Mac, Laddeh, Mortal | |||||||||
| Age: | 28 | |||||||||
| Deity: | Moradin, the Soul Forger | |||||||||
| Alignment: |
| |||||||||
| Occupation: | Paladin, Divine Agent, Craftsman | |||||||||
| Faction/Rank: | Planes-Militant | |||||||||
| Place of Birth: | Tir na Og | |||||||||
| Physical Attributes | ||||||||||
| Height: | 6'1" | |||||||||
| Weight: | 240 pounds | |||||||||
| Eyes: | Verdantly green | |||||||||
| Hair: | Silver-blue Mithril | |||||||||
| Complexion: | Bronzed face, pale ass | |||||||||
| Physical Build: | The Working Packmule, 'Brick Outhouse', thick and stocky | |||||||||
| Physical Features: | A thick head of shorter hair and a light amount of stubble | |||||||||
| Skills | ||||||||||
| Advanced engineering, crafting, combat, religious topics, some spell-jabbering | ||||||||||
| Equipment and Items | ||||||||||
| "Positive Impact", Mercurial Exarch Plate | ||||||||||
The Simple Stuff
A man of good heart and good intentions. A craftsman that few can match in dedication and spirit. An Agent of Moradin without a beard, much to his shame. MacLasiar is a relatively easy going and dry fellow. Fond of humor, wit, and alcohol, the Divine Agent sees little reason to not indulge in the spirit of life where it can be helped, though he is stubborn and obstinate in his opposition, the same statement stands for his support of folk who require his aid. Born of obvious celtic decent, the man is built like a work oxen, constantly carrying around hundreds of pounds in equipment and bearing his plate wherever he himself is. He bears no particular title or namesake, other than being known as "Mac" or "Big Mac" where he Planeswalks, like some miniature Telkandir Strongthew.
The History of This Oversized Rockhead, Brief
Once one of many children part of a simple trading caravan that ran from Tir na Og to the Dwarven Mountains for Glorium, MacLasiar's family was, as most tragic backstories start, utterly incinerated in an orcish raid via Call Lightning. Spared only by either divine grace- or the metal pole he'd been stood next to- the young child was hauled off to be used as live human sacrifice for a blood ritual. Far be it from him to go down kicking and screaming, he got his hands on a ritual knife and reamed one of their shamans in the gonads. Being enough of a general nuisance and weaselly in build to slide with their brute blows, Mac held out until the orcish raiding party made the fatal mistake of travelling too close to dwarvish holds. As was accustomed, the dwarves summarily butchered the butcherers, and were left with a young boy who'd hit a wiggler in the vocal cords during the fight.
He had enough spirit to survive, and so he was given over to the clergy. Within the clergy, he had enough spirit to learn and understand their customs, adapting quickly and learning their ways with aptitude. Eventually, he moved from scribe to smith, and from smith to warrior, and from warrior to one the pinnacle of his class, surmounting his obstacles to ensure that none would suffer what he did that day.
What happened between then, his exodus into the Outlands, and his current stint in Sigil though, is any sod's gander. Find and ask him yourself, cutter. Look for the big glowing one in a bear skin.
Relationships
Allies
Skeggi and Vonkara Cindermaul
Your typical dwarvish husband and wife, only one is a high member of Moradin's clergy, and the other a devout and astute paladin who upholds the values of the dwarvish race. The wife holds the hammer in their relationship. Mac holds these two in high esteem, often coming to them in times of trouble where he requires advice, aid, or even friendly faces to poke fun with in the aftermath of Planar havoc.
Hyeronimus Barxire
As if made to be, the classical pairing of a high-tier caster and a masterful martialist often kicks the best of ass. The two of them confide their troubles in one another, often over the contents of esoteric knowledge and alcohol. The Theurge of Mystra is a good friend, one worth losing an arm for- because he'll bring it back.
Fadra Eventide, Lock of Lady Firehair
The only other person who understands his plights in direct service to a Power, Fadra Eventide is a drow priestess from Toril whom Mac grew familiar with while in the process of removing demonic grafts from her person, and reforging her a celestial blade of legendary quality. As of recently the two are often seen conspiring together, or stuck up in some corner chatting about their relatable issues about the will of the gods. Who knows what those eblis of a feather do together?
Tasha
Part time Sensate Factotum, full time flirt, MacLasiar is rarely able to catch a break from the taunting clutches of this enchantress. He cannot make a left or right turn in her presence without being teased for the motions, and despite his grumbling that's part of her charm. Far from the closest of friends, the paladin still considers this sorceress to still be a trustworthy ally, if not an amicable friend.
Enemies
WIP
Accomplishments
He has personally punched a simulacrum of Acererak in the face, multiple times, and lived to tell the tale with the memory intact. Ergo, he has survived the entire Tomb of Horrors.
Somehow earned the favor of the Dwarvish Greater Power Moradin, despite being a human man, and having kept it for an extended period of time.
Reforged a corrupted celestial blade into what would become Kyorlen, The Faith Keeper, the weapon borne by the cleric Fadra Eventide.
Saved Slaadmas with flintlock pistols, alcoholism and rampant paladin fury against the threat of Anarchists wanting to blow up the Civic Festhall.
Ventured unwelcomed into the realm of Gzemnid, and left alive while in the company of Barxire, Skeggi and Vonkara