Below are listed many of my characters. This page is in an always changing state. Please check back once in a while for updates (if you care to).

AILEN ( ale - in )

Age: About 800

Height: 7' 2"

Weight: Normally, around 430 lbs

Hair: Brown

Eyes: Gold

Trivia: He can eat and drink . . . a lot. Mortals pray to him for prosperity in their crops and animals. Sometimes, he's correlated with the powers of the sun and the sky. Birds are his messengers, and he is often thought of being associated with Hawks/Owls. His colors are gold, red, and green. He is a descendant of the Tuatha De Danann lineage.

Appearance: Tall, dark of skin and burly. He has a big belly and a very full, jolly face.His brown hair grows tufted and bushy, forming a wonderfully thick beard. His arms and chest are very fuzzy.

History: It is suspected that Ailen was born (890-1870 BC) on the day of Beltane Festival (May 1st, for those of us who follow the Gregorian Calender). Beltane Festival marked the beginning of the summer season for the Tuatha De Danann and the Milesians. Great, huge bonfires would mark the time of purification and transition heralding in the season in the hope of a good harvest later in the year, and were accompanied with ritual acts to protect the people from any harm by Otherworldly spirits, such as the Aos Sí. Like the festival of Samhain, opposite Beltane on October 31 Beltane was also a time when the Otherworld was seen as particularly close at hand.

Once, when the Dagda, The All Father (called such, for he is the father of the Celts), was restless and his feet led him to wander, he found a mountain to rest beneath. At the base of the great, tall mound there grew a Gorse. The bush's beautiful, yellow flowers called to him. Their smell caused his body to relax and he fell into a deep sleep.

Unto the Dagda came the Goddess Erce. Her beauty was breathtaking. From her great, overflowing horn, the woman fed the Dagda, for she new of his appetite, and found his company and appreciation most appealing. They came together many times, and when the Dagda awoke, there was a massive stone, much like the Standing Stones of Orkney. This one stood taller than any he had seen before.

On went the Dagda, unknowing that beneath the ground there grew a son. Strong, made of his Tuatha De' blood and Erce's bountiful spirits of the earth. The child grew for ten years, and one day was born from the ground, much as a plant might sprout. The child was called Ailen.

Handsome and tall he was, dark of skin and hair, with the hues of the sun wreathing his bushy head. His eyes shown the gold of harvest, and there was always a smile upon his face.

BARABUS (Bah - Rab - Us)

Height: 6' 6"

Weight: 310 lbs

Hair: Blonde

Eyes: Blue

Trivia: His name is actually from the bible, and is another term for Jesus (I just really loved how it sounded. xD Although, it is spelled the English spelling for the Barabiz, which was a bus transport system for paupers in Russia in the beginning of the 20th century). He is based off of the classic idea that is conjured at the mention of the Scandinavian male.

Appearance: Tall and broad, Barabus is often imposing to other men. Normally, he wears furs and the blue paint of his tribe splashed over his face. He is blonde and blue eyed, and very arrogant (often to the pain of his uncle, Belenus). He is often lectured by his elders, who like to scold him about doing things he shouldn't.

History: Barabus was conceived out of a relationship of rape and hate. His father was the son of a rival clan, of which his mother was retainer and sister. When the clan was raided, poor Magdelana (mother to Barabus) was taken for a stolen bride. In the halls of her enemy, she was forced to endure the rough advances of her rival enemy, and from this horrible union a child was made.

Barabus grew up lean and hard. He was taught the ruthless ways of an axe, but when the boy turned 15, he and his mother left the clan to make a desperate race back to their homeland. Once her husband came to realize Magdelana's treachary, he and a band of his brothers rode out to fetch her and the son that she'd stolen away. The raid was bloody, loud, and horrible but when all had passed, Barabus still was a live. Magdelana had not been so fortunate, and the boy faced the lonliness of being without his mother.

However, his Uncle, Belenus, took him in and kept him as a song of his own, along with Braddik, who quickly became his trouble-maker cousin and partner in many, many crimes to come.


Age: 20-68 (he appears in several of my stories, at different ages in his life)

Height: 6' 2"

Weight: 230 lbs

Hair: Copper (white when old)

Eyes: Green

Trivia: Named for the Celtic God Belenus, who is a sun God (and who is celebrated on May 1st "Beltain"). Belenus is father of Braddik and uncle to Barabus. He has done much traveling in his life time, and even met a few Gods (Loki, Mannann Mac Lir [Celtic God of the Ocean] etc.).

Appearance: Tall, lithely muscled, and often compared to a cat or a bull. His eyes are green, his hair is brown with the faintest hint of red. He is from a northern country, much like the Scottish highlands. He is very quiet and has a good nature to him. He likes drink and pretty women.

History: He married a Skræling woman in his youth, much to the dismay of his kinsman. She bore him a son, Braddik, who he raised with a hard but fair set of rules. His wife died of a disease very young in here years, and the boy grew up without his father for some stretch of time (while Belenus was out in the world). Years later, he returned to a son who was embittered by his father's departure and who had a wanderlust all his own. After their greeting and parting of ways, Belenus continued to travel the world, occaisionally meeting his offspring on his adventures.


Age: 27

Height: 5' 11"

Weight: 190 lbs

Hair: Black

Eyes: Black

Trivia: His name means, "broad oak", in old Anglo Saxon. He is a Skræling (Icelandic barbarians. The first peoples of the Scandinavian countries.) He is the son of Belenus and a Skræling woman.

Appearance: Lithe and well muscled, much like a track runner. He is sleek and long with elegant features and very little body hair. His skin is a creamy, dark copper. Normally, he wears buck skin clothing with ties in the punched eye holes on the joints and hips. For a weapon, he wields a short axe and a bow.


Age: 30

Height: 5' 9"

Weight: 160lbs

Eyes: Black

Hair: Black

Trivia: Dethulosin is very easily swept up in ideas of grand schemes and riches. At times, he can be fickle and tempted very easily, at other times he can be stubborn and grounded; but one constant of his personality is that Dethulosin, unlike lesser known (and most likely dead) thieves, knows when he is bested and must back away. Some barbarians that he has crossed paths with or even worked beside regard him as a coward for knowing when to retreat, and as the old saying goes, "A coward lives a thousand lives, a brave man only one." This is especially true to Dethulosin as he has been beggar, pickpocket, jewel thief, pillager, plunderer, and even assassin.

Appearance: None too tall or short, he is lithe and supple-limbed, and very dark of complexion. He sports a well-groomed beard, but shaves his head bald. Two piercings decorate his left ear, and he has a gold tooth (and incisor). He always carries a length of rope and wears dark clothing (either blue or black) and usually a pair of rather expensive gloves (probably stolen).



Bastardized to English, Ollathair's name is pronounced as OH-LATH-AIR, but in his native tongue, the name should carry the sound as, OLL-ATH-IR.

Age: 34

Height: 7' 8"

Weight: 905 lbs

Hair: Red

Eyes: Blue

Trivia: His name and appearance are derived from the Celtic "Good God" Dagda, or his "real" name, Eochaid Ollathair (which roughly translates to something like Great (Eochaid) Good Father (Ollathair) ). Wears a triskelion on the pin of his great, scarlet cloak. In the first story, he appeared sort of as the "woodsman" character in a tale similar to Little Red Riding Hood. His mate is a woman called Elfwid. He helps her out at "The Father's Arm": A tavern and inn that the two of them run together.

Appearance: Ollathair is jolly and always happy, but, he is quick to temper (and cools down quickly). His arms, chest, and legs are muscular and well-built, but he has a huge pot belly in heavy contrast. He normally wears a brown, patchwork tunic and a kilt of dull skins, with worn brogues on his feet. Sometimes, he wears a torc with bulls head finials. On his arms are big, golden bands. He wields a great, huge axe, and speaks with an Irish accent.

History: Born to the wife of a Druidic Acolyte who was a worshiper of the gods of fire and knowledge. She was devout in her beliefs as well, and when she began to show the signs of child bearing, the woman was overfilled with happiness. Her pregnancy was difficult and riddled with strange dreams. At last, when the child had been delivered, the mother was happy to see that he was healthy. At first, there was nothing unusual about the babe, but when he began to grow, he did not seem to stop. His hair grew long and brilliantly red. He excelled with the axe and the club, but even so he was always kind and gentle. His parents were disappointed when the lad set out to be alone in his wander lust.

Some time in his adult hood, he met the lass, Elfwid, who took an immediate liking to the big man. He has been beside her since, but recently, his wandering heart yearns for more than a single place to stay . . .