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>Name Dara Mag Uiginn, Saor Bád (Shipwright)
>Character Nationality: Irish?
>Fluff:
The bastard child of a Viking raider and a village fisherwoman, Dara Mag Uiginn never knew his father, though that never bothered him much. He helped his mother at the piers and on the boats for most of his early life, the salt and sharp air hardening his features, and the hard life toughening his body. He was content in life until one afternoon after work. He had been unloading the day's catch when he caught sight of a vessel off the coast. There was something about this ship that stirred something within him, something that he couldn't name at the time. It was a long ship, unlike the crude fishing boats of his village, and though he only saw it from afar, he could tell that it was a graceful craft, ploughing the waves like a farmer ploughs his field, pushing aside the buffeting waves.
After that day, he would take a few hours every night, though his body ached from work, to work on a project of his own. The ship had inspired a feeling of wanderlust in him, the need to know what laid beyond the horizon. For years he bent and shaved a craft, inspired by the distant ship. After six years of work, the vessel was done. No nails held it together, only pine pitch and long wooden pegs, though it was watertight. It was large enough for supplies for a voyage and his own person. The sail was patched together from scraps of old woolen clothes. His masterpiece wrought, he bid farewell to his mother and his friends, and cast off with the fishing boats.
After a long, arduous journey, he arrived on the island, parched and half starved. Though his body ached and his stomach was tight, he had never felt happier. Upon his arrival, he pulled his boat upon the beach and, with his last ounce of strength, built a rudimentary shelter, before collapsing.
>Inventory: a Small Ship, a few metal tools, bolts of cloth, alcohol, a few pieces of cheap jewelery
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