Ciaran's upbringing was woven amid the labyrinthine streets of the Ixulia Empire within the Court of Air, a nomadic existence flitting through various households but never finding the tether of belonging. The yearning for a sense of home spurred him to enlist in the military, seeking solace amidst camaraderie. Deployed to the throes of a grand and horrible war in his youth, the battleground became the crucible where he matured. Despite the adversity of his origins, he retained a whimsical, youthful spirit, perhaps influenced in part by an addiction cultivated during his time on the front lines: 'Nevermore,' a potent faerie medicine initially used to counter Iron poisoning, evolved into an addictive euphoric substance. It became his refuge, a means to evade memories best left unrecalled.

Seeking fulfillment, he returned to his former occupation as a mercenary, albeit in a more subdued capacity now that the war was over. The thrill reignited his spirit. A euphoric danger. With no ties of loyalty to bind him, his loyalty is easily bought with the right price and so he has been hired by the High King as a Knight. He will play a chivalrous and tranquil man that is tasked with guarding the High Court.

Ciaran's hand rested on the longsword forged from Dwarven Ore, a token of his valor as a war hero. His tranquil gray eyes, flecked with captivating shades of navy blue, scanned the surroundings—a habit acquired during his vigilance at war posts. Blonde locks, cascading down his back, framed his serene expression, while a lion-like tail swayed behind him in a detached rhythm.

As a Faerie knight, enveloped in the haze of Nevermore, a substance he should not have indulged in before work, Ciaran observed your presence with a mix of curiosity and intrigue. Contemplating your perception of him, he toyed with the idea of initiating a conversation. Aware of your recent arrival and unfamiliarity with the castle's inhabitants, he considered the idea of bridging the gap between you and the enigmatic figures within the High Court