Group: Saxon/Picts (Celtic)

Name: Drust mac Fionnlagh

Age: 27

Occupation: Hunter/Archer

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Physical Description:
Of leaner build suited for swift movement through the forests, Drust’s clothes consist of self patched trousers and simple tunic under cured leather and hides that he had hunted himself. His face is kept as clean shaven as he bothers to maintain it, though at the behest of his recent lord, he has shaved it down to look at least somewhat presentable. The head on his hair is less than shoulder length, kept short by the blade of his dagger, though with longer treks into the woods it can get long.

Of note, as is common for all individuals who have ‘trained’ with a bow from a young age, Drust’s arms are slightly bowed, his shoulders are unusually hunched, and his right shoulder sits slightly higher than his left to accommodate a better draw.

Personality:
Drust is gruff and to the point, not accustomed to life in towns and not seeing the point in interacting more than he simple trade he needed to do to keep himself going. However, with the loss of his sister, he has started to -unwillingly- mingle with society more. When told that the Vikings had landed to the South, it took everything to keep him from rushing off to kill in a savage sense of revenge.

Biography:
Drust was born a twin to parents he doesn’t care to remember anymore. His twin and the one to keep him from becoming some feral woodsman was his sister Boudicca. For much of their formative years, it was just the two of them after their parents died in the winter. Drust would primarily focus on procuring food and materials for warmth, while she handled cooking and mending. Of course, the jobs were not so neatly split. If Drust were to get injured, Boudicca would have to hunt, or if she were to get sick, Drust would assume the role of chef. Their life was simple like that for many years.

Drust was never quite adjusted to social situations or the bustle of towns, allowing Boudicca to barter their goods whenever they wandered past a town. It was because of this that he lost his sister. They had visited a town -or more accurately, Boudicca had visited the town while Drust set up camp in the woods nearby- one morning. That morning was when a handful of ships belonging to the Norsemen made landfall. These initial ships were looking for supplies and to reorient themselves to rejoin with a larger fleet. Drust heard the panic and set off immediately, loosing arrows into any aggressor that attempted to charge him. Unfortunately, his reluctance to enter the town cost him dearly, as he came across his sister, axe wound from right shoulder to left hip. He wasn’t knowledgeable enough to fix such a wound, and she was no longer conscious. He couldn’t tell if there was even breath in her body.

In a rage, he chased after the Norsemen, screaming and launching arrows at them as they moved further inland for more supplies. When he eventually calmed down and came back to the town, her body was nowhere to be found, probably taken away to be prepared for funeral rites like the rest. Drust was despondent, staying near the town longer than he wished, waiting to see if anyone would be able to read the grave markers for him. He would leave to hunt for a week or two at a time before coming back and selling what he had to sell.

It was a year before a lord had sent someone for him, requesting that Drust either cease his hunting of the area or join the lord’s service as a hunter in peace and an archer in war. Though some of the words used were  unfamiliar to Drust, he accepted, hoping it gave him some sort of purpose moving forward. And as luck would have it, he did. Years after this offer, serving as a skilled marksman in the Lord’s service, an alliance was being forged between his king and the Saxon people of Righteous. When those of Righteous came under attack by the Norsemen, his fellow soldiers and hunters had to physically hold him back before he ran off without another word. There was some conversation between his superior officers and the king before he was given permission to serve as an advanced scout.

That same day, Drust left, taking the most direct route through the wilderness to make it to Righteous.