DESCRIPTION - Cathal is a tower of a man standing in at near on six foot five inches tall. He is one of those figures that makes mountains look small. It isn’t just his height that is intimidating, but the ocean of muscles beneath a broad athletic frame that puts people on edge. With long-arms, long legs, and with hands the size of dinner plates. He is somewhat of a beast of a man. Then tack on years of training under the watchful eyes of the guards, he has honed his mind and body into a well-oiled machine. It is the body of a man who uses it constantly and well, every move an example of coordinated might. There is something about the way he carries himself that one would not expect from one of his size or demeanor.

His short raven black hair is a sight to behold. As it looks as if he had just been in a fight with a wind storm and lost. But woven into his hair is a single braid running down his left cheek. It is clear to anyone who gives it more than a second glance that it is not his hair.  Running along that same cheek just under his eye is a jagged scar that runs down to his jawline. Blending in with his beard. His eyes are his most striking feature as they look to be two gleaming blue ice chips. When looking into his eyes it is like looking into two frozen ponds with deep rich crystalline blues piercing your very soul. His face is fair yet there is an animalistic and dark beauty to it. It is magnetic and frightening all at once. He holds a quiet mystique, his presence almost palpable, drawing others to him, almost commanding their attention.

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BACKGROUND - Cathal has no memory prior to coming to this world he is a blank slate. And is only getting snippets here and there of the time that he has been in this world. But by what little he has seen he has sworn to stop the Dark Lady by any means.

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MOTIVATIONS - Unknown