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Frat Boy Godling. What up y'all!

Description:

Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat’s up! This fratboy was made to paaaaaaaaaarty, boyeee! He’s around six foot four and weighs around two hundred and fifty pounds. He’s built like a pro wrestler or a beefcake weightlifter, but he has the tanned good looks of a male model. His hair is blonde and worn just long enough to be ‘edgy’, with a Celtic knotwork hoop earring in his left ear. When he’s outside he has sunglasses covering his eyes – Oakleys, and he wears a University of Florida – Miami baseball cap worn backwards. He has a shell necklace around his neck that can be seen with the open neck on his rugby-style polo shirt. He has on good jeans and a braided leather belt, and Adidas running shoes. An amulet of intricate Celtic jewelry can sometimes be seen outside his neckline, and he is often carrying a backpack or duffel bag with him. Around his left wrist, he has a chain mail bracelet, and on his right he has a leather wrapped aviator watch. He has a ready smile with perfect teeth, and if a male model could have rampant sex with a rockstar, Hulk Hogan and Brad Pitt, this man would be it. His voice has a slight brogue to it – just enough to be sexy, and his eyes are blue enough for a woman to get straight up lost in. He has a goatee – he’s edgy, yo – and a celtic style tattoo over his right upper arm when his shirt rides up. He looks around twenty one years old, maybe.

Items:

Daid Fraoch: Warhammer that can return to his hand, and fly true.

Stoirm Thoirn: Javelin that can throw lightning bolts.

Uile Sciath: Gives him access to his Celtic heritage.

Ialtoir Diongbhailteachtfor: Mail wrist bracelet, transforms into magical mail armor.

Bio:

Yo my mom met my dad, who hit it and quit it. She’s good folks, and dad is straight up gangsta, you feel me? God-King! What up pops!

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