Éamonn Goronwy

[Éamonn Goronwy]

| ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |

.:Name of Character:. Éamonn Ciarán Goronwy
.:Nick Name:. The Shadow (rather his pseydonym)
.:Age:. 25
.:Status:. Nomad

| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |

.:Physical Appearance:.
Éamonn is rather tall with his 6’1’’ and a bit on the lanky side, but not too thin. Dark brown hair falls wavy around his head, not quite down to his shoulders with a part that is a bit to the right and not the middle. He always keeps his hair in shape and is actually a little vain about it. Due to its length it sometimes covers his eyes so he has developed the habit of putting it back in place by jerking his head.
His eyes are green and probably his most beautiful feature and the one most changeable. While his face usually is deadpan and shows not much of what he feels inside – apart from an occasional arrogant sneer – his eyes can either gleam with mirth or be harsh and merciless like steal. People observing him in those minutes tell of the green almost turning to grey.
He usually wears the comfortable and practical clothes of a wanderer, a black cloak, tunic and trousers, only when he’s at ‘work’ he dresses himself all in black, that’s probably one reason his nickname is owed to.
On his left upper arm there is a tattoo in the shape of a double eight, the symbol of the druid clan he belonged to. This tattoo, hidden most of the time and a bone pendant of similar shape is the only relict of his past life.

.:Height:. 6’1’’
.:Portrayed by:. David de Lautour

| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |

.:Personality:.
Éamonn is a good assassin – and he knows it! It’s not like he runs around bragging all the time, as of course he has to stay incognito, but in the way he acts you can detect a self-assuredness nothing short of plain arrogance. If there’s an easy way of doing things and a dangerous/elegant/daring/difficult way you can bet Éamonn will take the latter option. That this has lead him into many tight spots already needn’t be said, but he refuses to think it’s luck that got him out of them. His view of the world can be very black and white at times, there are those with him (rare) and there are those against him. Does he have a conscience? Well it is not like he would do ANYTHING for the money offered, there have been some occasions where he stepped down from a mission, because it did collide with some ground rules he has set: He will not kill children, he will not let someone suffer first and he will of course not play the scapegoat for anything that might go wrong.
Swift and invisible, that is his motto.
In very rare moments Éamonn also shows that there can be more to him than just the arrogant show-off, but he only lets his guard drop when he trusts someone completely, and that has almost never happened in all his life. It might shine through though, and if you’re lucky to catch him in a good mood, he might do something for you and not ask anything in return.

.:Strengths:.
- killing people without leaving traces
- negotiating the best price imaginable
- using throwing stars
- riding
- climbing walls

.:Weaknesses:.
- his arrogance doesn’t leave him with many friends
- he is extremely vain
- a scar on his right thigh hinders him on rainy days

.:Magic Abilities:.
Éamonn can use telekinesis spells to make objects fly through the air, most handy when attacking someone, especially when getting entangled into a combat

.:Special Skills:.
he’s nearly inaudible on every ground if he’s concentrating on sneaking up on someone.
.:Accents:.
Lower Irish Accent

| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |

.:Birthplace:. Eadán Doire, Ireland
.:Family:. mother: Síthmaith Goronwy née Ó Díomasaigh
Father: Fergus Goronwy
Brother: Iarlaith (30)
Brother: Fion (27)
Sister: Léan (27)
Sister: Sorcha (22)
Brother: Rónán (17)

.:Occupation:. Assassin
.:Current Location of Residence:. moving towards Camelot
.:History:.
Éamonn was born into a large family living with an even larger druid community close to the town of Belfast, in an area where an ancient henge could be found, called the Giant’s Ring. This was the community’s place of worship. Èamonn’s father was the druids’ elected leader and every member of the family was held in high regards – but not so Éamonn. Not that he was particularly unfriendly and therefore deserved such kind of treatment, it just happened that he was the child in the middle and slightly overlooked. He was not as strong as his eldest brother Iarlaith, nor was he as witty and smart as the twins Fion and Léan. He was also not interested in herbs and healing like his younger sister Sorcha who soon became invaluable to the community even from and early age. And then he was not the adorable latecomer Rónán, the dreamer and poet. No, Éamonn was a little of everything and yet nothing, like he called it. Before his younger siblings had been born he had always struggled to keep up, and the older he grew he realised that there simply was no way he would ever seen as an individual.

That changed Éamonn from a happy-go-lucky teenager who had just developed his ability of telekinesis into a brooding, bragging young man who took every opportunity to draw attention to his doings in no positive way. He could be found engaging into endless fights with his elder brothers and other young man of the druid clan, neglecting his duties and abusing his magic in battle and for personal gain.
Of course his actions did not have the desired effect, now the people noticed him, but when they bore his name on their lips it was with anger and scorn. Éamonn was farther away from becoming a valued member of his own family than ever.

In the end his father saw no other way than to send his own son away before he could inflict more damage to them all, he told him to go and find his own destiny and goal in life.
Éamonn set out, angry, aimlessly and wounded by the common consent and swore never to return again. He had no idea where to turn or what to do, until one evening a man in a tavern offered him thre gold coins if he did him a – according to his own statement – “little favour”. The young man, fed up with the world and reckless, agreed to it and only later got told that he would have to kill a man.
It is maybe characteristic of Éamonn that he didn’t step down from it, on the contrary he saw that as a challenge! If he got caught it would be either him or his victim, a thrilling thought, something where he could finally prove himself.

So he killed the man he was supposed to and even though it left him quite shaken and sick with his own cold blooded heart, he realised that this could be a way for him, that he could turn it into a craft. With a few rules to silence his conscience Éamonn turned into “The Shadow”, an assassin soon to develop a certain reputation for clean and secretive work. He never stooped to blackmail his clients as he did have no interest in politics or joining any alliance.
Like this he had lived for a few years until an almost funny accident occurred. A very wellknown and apparently hated men was to be liquidated, but not only by himself, but another hired assassin – a woman. By chance they had chosen the very same evening to act and had literally stumbled over each other.

Working over the initial shock and a few misconceptions, Ysoria and Éamonn joined forces for a while, moving towards Camelot as in a kingdom such as this many people had one foot in the grave and all it needed was a gentle nudge to deliver them fully – glorious and busy times for assassins.
Who knows if they’re going to develop a real partnership or if they will go separate ways pretty soon, but for now they are allies, however much they might act like cat and dog.

[Camelot]

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