Ciartan

Name: Ciar, but he calls himself Ciartan now.

Age: Looks like he's about 20. He's OLD...

Family: Doesn't really have any family.

Hair color: Dark grey.

Eye color: Greyish.

Weapon of choice: A large 2 handed sword/claymore or such, or a mace.

Likes: Golems, His dungeon, and people who are like him.

Dislikes: Petty adventures that are constantly inside him.... Er, his dungeon.

Personality: Ciartan is a stone-faced adventure. Things that would normally startle or scare a person Ciartan would shrug off like it were nothing of importance. He takes great pride in his ability and often-times can come off as cold and ruthless. He will do whatever he has to to complete his missions, even if it means sacrifice. However, he will protect his allies as best as he can, and only leave them if there is no other option.

Background: Ciartan woke up in front of the Ciar dungeon. He knew his name was Ciar, and that the dungeon was him, but he just couldn't explain that to the travels that kept entering him (his dungeon). Even his own golems no longer obeyed him when he went inside himself. Unable to do anything about his dungeon, Ciartan took a mace and some armor off of the *many* dead travelers that had dared to enter so long ago, and set out to find the other dungeons to see if they too, had suffered the same fate. He would find a way to return to his dungeon... not just because he wanted to, but because the constant pain from travels running around in him (His dungeon) was frankly... annoying.