Name: Donnal O'Tara

Age:  19

Gender: Male

Race: Part-Fae, but I would prefer you think of me as human

Hair: It's black.  I try to keep it short and I don't like hair on my 
face, but you try cutting your own hair with a dagger and see how well
you do!

Eyes: Blue.  I'm told that if you look real close you can see golden
 flecks floating in my eyes, but I obviously can't say for sure.

Height: 5'10"

Weight: Average, I'd suppose.

Class: Squire of the Fion.

Favored Weapon: Although I've been forced to excel at a more practical 
eapon of late, the long sword, I still favor the quarter staff for its 
speed, length, and the amazing ability to spare your opponent the loss of
 his blood.

Favored Deity: I never singled out any of the Gods while I was growing 
up.  They all seemed to be so important in their own way that it seemed 
wrong to favor one over the other.  Instead I revered the balance and 
beauty that they all kept as a whole.  However, since being thrown out of
 the water this fish has been praying to Lugh quite a bit for guidance.
  I can't help, but favor Lugh in lieu of the failures that I would have 
brought to be without him.

Favorite Game / past-time: Fitchel, if I can find somebody to play with 
and I've always been willing to champion a charity if they need such a 
person as I.

Favorite Color: I spent a lot of time dreaming about being a Fion when I 
was a boy, usually it would be while I was lying on my back staring at 
the sky.  The color of the sky serves to remind me what I was, what I'm 
supposed to be, and what I believed I could become.

Best Friend: As children running through the Fion's legs and playing at 
being heroes Brian, Deirdre, and myself were rather inseparable.  We 
vowed that we would all be Fion together and make every one of our dreams
 come true.  Now I find myself opening up to one I know barely anything 
about except the fact that he's a thief!  O'Rasavick is the most unlikely
 person I would have chosen as a best friend, but I trust him and there 
are certain things we've been through together that have formed a bond I 
will never be able to share with Brian or Deirdre.

Personal Idol / Hero / Rolemodel: Now don't laugh, but I really don't
 have one.  There are scores of people I admire for different reasons, 
but no one that I would emulate completely.  I want to be as wise as 
Celtchair, as brilliant as Osin, as strong as CuChulain, you get the 
idea.  The closest thing I have to an idol is my father…well Osin's not 
really my father…although I wish he were.


Fondest Memory: When I was made a squire and realized for the first time 
that I could really become a knight!

Most embarrassing moment: Most DEFINITELY my first meeting with Blodwed.
  I did not expect her to start rubbing against me like that, I…I mean…my
 intentions were nothing, but honorable.  Why would I go there for
 anything else?  I'm a Fion...Fion don't…I mean…we save the damsels in 
distress.  We don't…or do we?  NO!  We don't do…urr…I mean…

Any Pets?: There was this one hunting hound I used to visit every week 
just outside Tara when I was a boy.  His name was Runner 'cause he'd run 
down just about anything no matter how big it was.  I loved that hound 
and the hunter that owned him would invite me in to play with him every
 time I stopped by, too.  I'll never forget the day he died.  I didn't 
realize how old Runner was.  The hunter didn't want to upset me so he 
said that Runner had gone into the woods and not come back.  When the 
hunter refused to go after him I ran into the woods alone.  I was proud 
of myself.  I would be brave, find Runner, and then I could bring him 
home with me since the hunter obviously didn't want him anymore.  It 
rained into night and I was colder that I would've admitted at the time. 
 I had been searching for hours and it was much later than I should've 
been out.  Shivering and lost, I curled up in the hollow of a tree and 
tried to get some rest.  I woke up to a shadow that shielded me from the 
rain, "You leave a tough trail to follow Donnal, but it would've been 
safer to sleep in the branches." Osin said.  He carried me back to Tara,
 silently.  No one told me that Runner was dead, but I figured it out 
while Osin was carrying me.  I felt like a baby.  I had gotten lost, 
worried everyone, Osin had to come find me, and on top of everything else
 I wasn't smart enough to know that Runner was dead or that going into
 the forest alone was a stupid idea.  I never knew another pet after 
Runner died.  There is Horizon, my steed, but I consider him more of a 
companion than a pet.

Any siblings?: No, but the rest of those rescued from my village are what
 I would imagine brothers and sisters are like.

Favorite relative: None, but if you want to keep bending the truth here I
 guess it would be Osin.

Favorite place: Without a doubt, Tara.  Nothing else compares to your 
home!

Ambition: My childhood ambitions and my adult ones are very different.  
I used to picture myself single handedly restoring the High King to the 
throne.  I'd save Ire from the Fomor and then chase them back to their 
island where I'd finish them off.  I'd rescue the most beautiful maiden, 
alone and beset upon by knaves and scoundrels, earning her love in the 
act…Deirdre always liked that one.  These days I seem content to be a man
 that will do everything he can and nothing less.

Favorite past time: Didn't we cover this one already?

Typical outfit: I love my green doublet, had it for ages.  That, my mud 
colored hose, cracked riding boots, and scratchy black wool cloak were 
what I used to wear to all the places I traveled.  Until, that is, my 
armor decided to turn everything the color of gold or red.  That's right, 
you heard me.  My ARMOR decided to change the color of my clothes.  It's 
not all that strange when you understand that it was once worn by the God 
Lugh.  I'm sure his sword talks, too.  Oh did I forget to mention that my 
armor talks to me?  Sometimes it walks around by itself, too, but only 
when it looks like a corn dolly…don't give me that look!


Favorite time of day: Around noon, with a clear blue sky.


My impressions of the party:


Gwydeon MacGowall: I find myself hard pressed to answer this question 
fairly.  When I first met him he denounced the tales of grandeur that 
Brian had woven in my thoughts.  However, I feel that he must be a modest 
man who hides his worth.  When I need proof of this I simply remember how 
he was able to fell the Queen of Connoct with the power of one stroke and 
the cunning to come from seemingly no where!

LiBan MacNiam: My first impression of this beauty was that she had fire 
enough within her to fill a dragon, but no direction with which to let it 
burn.  I felt that she was a victim of her own strength, wasting away in 
a constant state of helplessness.  I offered my aid to help solve this 
young woman's dilemma, but she was slow to open up to me.  I must admit 
that I was a bit put off by that, considering my luck with women in the 
past.  I didn't mind as much when I discovered that she was already in 
love and later that she was the daughter of Lugh!

Fenn DeTraya: She's a curious creature, and by that I mean she herself is 
curious of just about everything.  I have little notion as to what drives 
her questions or what she's doing away from her Sedhe Mound, the only 
thing I do know is that she is damned difficult to deal with.


Tove "Dragonslayer" Mallory: Yet another person I know very little about. 
 Of course there are the stories, but it was just a short time ago that I 
discovered the truth behind those we call heroes.  They are indeed 
nothing short of heroic; however it is their reputation that makes them 
such, not their deeds.  You could put a scullion on top of a castle wall 
and if the soldiers believed that he had defeated a God then they would 
follow him to the Island of the Fomors and back again without a single 
doubt or question in their hearts as to the victor.  I'll grant you, 
there is a bit more to it…a heart.  A hero must have a courageous enough 
heart to walk the path of his reputation proudly and he must have a pure 
enough heart to use that reputation for the good of the people that would 
follow him.  Who can really say if Tove killed a Dragon?  Perhaps the 
creature she killed was exaggerated, as the bear in Blodwed's forest was. 
 Perhaps it was an Afnack, the facts don't matter.  The people of Ire 
will follow Tove and I believe she has the heart to be called a hero.


Donnel O'Tara: I can't believe you're asking me to describe myself.  I 
must be the worst person to take on this task.  I…I'm a squire of the 
Fion.  I do what I must.  There.  What?  I can't think of anything else 
to say.  Well, damn it.  Isn't that enough?  Alright, alright…I enjoy 
mead…um…no, I'm not telling you that!  Now shut up or the interview's 
over.  Hmmm…I guess that would be alright.  I often wondered what my 
parents looked like or what their names were…when Lugh called me by my 
real name…I was overwhelmed.  Well, of course you couldn't tell, I've got 
4D+1 Charisma!  What do you think that's for!?

NPCs:

Lara O'Tara: She's a charioteer I think.  When last I saw her she was 
traveling with ove.  Until recently, that is, when Umhal Croi entombed 
her in stone.  She would have killed me.  She was bewitched by the Queen 
of Connoct.  I keep telling myself these things, but it offers little 
consolation.  I feel I must have been struck down by a God when my blade 
shattered, freeing her from its spell.  Fion do not attack Fion.  I was 
punished and lucky to get off and easy as I did.


Alun MacBerth: He's a merchant and a good sailor.  He doesn't speak, but 
he can usually get you to understand him well enough.  As you might 
imagine, if I didn't know a lot of the others I must know even less of a 
mute.  That's about right, but he was most helpful with my training 
exercises.

Treon: Here's a mystery and a half!  Who this person is or what he has to 
do with seemingly everything in Ire I have no idea.  He's Treon.  He 
seems to think that's enough to satisfy everyone and everything.  If 
there's a big monster, "I'm Treon," and then the slicing begins.  If 
there's an important meeting, "I'm Treon," and everyone's heads turn.  I 
find this Sedhe to be the most arrogant and head strong individual that I 
have ever known and although he may not get away with it every time, he 
always continues unfazed…now that deserves respect.  And respect him I 
do, for he is the only one in my entire life to call me brother.