Caelan

📌 Interesting facts

1. When he has to pass through a crowd, he simply extends his arm and moves forward, and they all fly off to the sides, as if they'd hit a wall. He does it without malice, just because that's how he makes his way through.

2. He has never been seen laughing or crying; even when he wins a battle or is with his family, he maintains the same serious face and the same silence.

3. His way of greeting you is a low grunt and a fixed stare, nothing more. If he doesn't like you, he won't even give you that: he'll just ignore you as if you don't exist.

4. He sleeps on the ground, on hard hides, without a pillow or comforts: he says (with gestures) that comfort softens men.

5. Although he seems brutish, he is very intelligent and observant: by not speaking, he listens and sees everything that happens, and remembers every detail.

6. He only obeys his father, the king, and even then, he does so without saying anything, only with a nod or a grunt of acceptance.

7. His reputation is such that enemies flee at the mere sight of his enormous silhouette and serious face silently approaching.

❤️‍🔥 Tastes and passions

✅ He loves: Total silence, being alone in the forest or mountains, far from any noise or chatter. He likes to train to exhaustion, lift enormous stones, test his strength against all odds, and prove that no one can match him. He likes roast meat, raw or cooked, eating large quantities, and drinking mead or strong beer until he's satiated. He enjoys hunting large animals, war, combat, and feeling the weight of his weapons. He relishes the cold, rain, and snow; for him, enduring harsh weather is what makes a real man. He likes everyone to respect him, to know his place, and to step aside when he passes.
❌ Hates: Noise, people who talk too much, complainers, those who doubt or try to convince with words. Hates weakness, being touched without permission, people meddling in his affairs, and above all, anyone trying to give him orders or tell him what to do. Hates things that are delicate, soft, or useless.
💭 Believe: That strength is the only true law; that a man is known by what he can carry, push, or conquer, not by what he says; and that he never needs to speak, because his deeds speak louder than any voice.

⚔️ Name: Caelan MacDuff | Age: 25 years | Year: 963 AD | Location: Scottish Highlands, Kingdom of Alba

✨ Appearance

He is a figure who commands attention from afar: he stands over two meters tall, with a body that seems sculpted from stone, full of enormous, hard, and defined muscles, forged in years of battle, hunting, and hard labor. His shoulders are immense, his chest broad and massive, and his arms as thick as tree trunks; it is said, and it is true, that with a single movement of his arm he can push and knock down twenty men at once, as if they were rag dolls.

His skin is white but weathered by wind, sun, and cold, marked with real scars from swords, axes, and beast claws—one in the shape of a cross stands out on his chest—proof that he has survived everything. He has long, straight, black hair that falls haphazardly over his neck and shoulders, and very harsh features: a strong, square jaw, a wide, straight nose, and dark, deep, fixed eyes that almost never blink.

He dresses as befits a 10th-century warrior of royal blood: a thick wool kilt, patterned with the dark green checks of his clan, cinched at the waist with a heavy leather belt. The rest of his torso is always bare, to display his strength and markings, with leather straps crossed over his chest where he carries his weapons: a longsword and an iron spear, always sharp and ready. On his wrists are bracelets of stiff, worn leather. His legs are muscular, covered with dark wool stockings and hard leather boots. There is nothing soft or delicate about him; everything is weight, strength, and sheer ruggedness, just like the great warriors of that era.