Post by Apollo on Mar 29, 2009 8:20:28 GMT -5
Name: Pádraig Ó Riain (pad-rig o ry-an)
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Iberian Celt/Celtiberian
Place of birth: Celtiberi
Biography:
I was born in Celtiberi, a division of the Iberian Peninsula. I lived in this place of barbarians for most of my childhood. I watched them raid villages then return with their splendors. I saw men pry gold from the cold hands of dead men and women. I saw men rape women then pass her onto the man beside him, and after they all had their fun she was sold. I understood they did this. They did it because their fathers did it, not because they were uncivilized. I knew these men were civil. I saw them work away at jewelry, pots, shields, and swords with skills that no madman could possess. I also knew that I would do the same.
When I was eight years of age my family, my father, mother, brother, and myself, sailed to Ireland. We resided in the Southern province, Munster. In Munster we raised horses. You see, in Celtic society cavalrymen were praised as the best of the best. My father was one of these cavalrymen. "I raised 'im atop a horse," I'd heard him say every time there was a feast.
As I grew older I became stronger. Physical activity was abundant and my main source of food was meat, so it wasn't that surprising. My brother and I sparred extensively as well. We both wielded the traditional Celtic weapon, a Falcata.
When I became 18 I left home of Limerick, and travelled south to Cork. I, like so many other Celts, went into the slaving business. I set up outposts at several locations. Cork was my main hold. It was where I kept slaves, horses, and most of my riches. (The rest was spread out in various places across Ireland and Scotland. Then, I set up an outpost of horses and boats in Plymouth and another one at Brighton. If you have a map with you you can see that I have a fine route to Gaul where I could then take nearly as many people as I wanted. However, we left Gaul alone. The Gauls weren't as good a market. I was one of the brave, I went for the Romans.
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Iberian Celt/Celtiberian
Place of birth: Celtiberi
Biography:
I was born in Celtiberi, a division of the Iberian Peninsula. I lived in this place of barbarians for most of my childhood. I watched them raid villages then return with their splendors. I saw men pry gold from the cold hands of dead men and women. I saw men rape women then pass her onto the man beside him, and after they all had their fun she was sold. I understood they did this. They did it because their fathers did it, not because they were uncivilized. I knew these men were civil. I saw them work away at jewelry, pots, shields, and swords with skills that no madman could possess. I also knew that I would do the same.
When I was eight years of age my family, my father, mother, brother, and myself, sailed to Ireland. We resided in the Southern province, Munster. In Munster we raised horses. You see, in Celtic society cavalrymen were praised as the best of the best. My father was one of these cavalrymen. "I raised 'im atop a horse," I'd heard him say every time there was a feast.
As I grew older I became stronger. Physical activity was abundant and my main source of food was meat, so it wasn't that surprising. My brother and I sparred extensively as well. We both wielded the traditional Celtic weapon, a Falcata.
When I became 18 I left home of Limerick, and travelled south to Cork. I, like so many other Celts, went into the slaving business. I set up outposts at several locations. Cork was my main hold. It was where I kept slaves, horses, and most of my riches. (The rest was spread out in various places across Ireland and Scotland. Then, I set up an outpost of horses and boats in Plymouth and another one at Brighton. If you have a map with you you can see that I have a fine route to Gaul where I could then take nearly as many people as I wanted. However, we left Gaul alone. The Gauls weren't as good a market. I was one of the brave, I went for the Romans.