The countryside is generally preferable to Kirkwall proper - which, however impressive it might look, frequently smells wretched - especially as they get further away from any of the Marcher strongholds. Kieran's got a good sense for the natural world; he's a fair hand at foraging and making camp in particular. It might mean coaxing companions off the main path to replenish their elfroot supplies, of course, but they'll get where they're going. And once they're sitting around a campfire for the night, he's the first to suggest storytelling.
He's also fairly well aware of the danger they face and holds his own in a fight. After, kneeling beside an injured companion - "Let me see that."
[ the waking sea ]
Kieran's not unused to travel, but most of his journeys have happened by foot, carriage, or magic mirror. Ships are a novelty he's never quite wrapped his head around; he's got no sea legs to speak of, and it's unlikely he'll ever truly feel at home on the water.
Which is to say, there's a tall, lean young man clinging to the rail near the starboard bow, spewing his lunch into the choppy sea below. Get a move on, one of the deckhands shouts, and he holds up a shaky hand as though to say give me a second. Judging by his chalky complexion, he might not actually be fit to stand on his own right now.
[ kirkwall ]
When he's not on assignment, Kieran has a few favourite haunts:
He often finds himself in trinket shops, especially those claimed to be run by antiquaries; he's less interested in purchasing items so much as sifting through what's there. Cheap amulets, well-made but ultimately pedestrian daggers, moldering books - beneath and behind the commonplace materials, he occasionally finds something really worthwhile. (And then he purchases it and sends it to his mother, naturally.) Other times, he might glance at an object and murmur, "Looks like a forgery."
He's not infrequently at one of a few pubs in Hightown, sipping from a tankard and people-watching. Lowtown, he generally has to be invited out to by someone else, since he's aware he doesn't blend in particularly well; even if he puts on a pair of worn trousers and an ill-fitting shirt, he ends up looking like a nobleman playing dress-up. But if someone should happen to invite him, he's likely to be eager company.
And of course, he can be found all over the Gallows, particularly its library and the training yard. Taking copious notes, setting a practice dummy on fire - all the usual activities of a young man in the prime of life.
[ wildcard. ]
[ Feel free to meet Kieran wherever you'd like! Check this post for an idea of my approach to the character.
Nota bene: I'm told that Kieran was previously an NPC in Fade Rift way back when he was a preteen. If your character was around then and would still remember him, please reach out to me before we get tagging; I'm not opposed to using his prior history in the game, but I'd like to know what it is / vet it before we get rolling. ]
kieran | dragon age
The countryside is generally preferable to Kirkwall proper - which, however impressive it might look, frequently smells wretched - especially as they get further away from any of the Marcher strongholds. Kieran's got a good sense for the natural world; he's a fair hand at foraging and making camp in particular. It might mean coaxing companions off the main path to replenish their elfroot supplies, of course, but they'll get where they're going. And once they're sitting around a campfire for the night, he's the first to suggest storytelling.
He's also fairly well aware of the danger they face and holds his own in a fight. After, kneeling beside an injured companion - "Let me see that."
[ the waking sea ]
Kieran's not unused to travel, but most of his journeys have happened by foot, carriage, or magic mirror. Ships are a novelty he's never quite wrapped his head around; he's got no sea legs to speak of, and it's unlikely he'll ever truly feel at home on the water.
Which is to say, there's a tall, lean young man clinging to the rail near the starboard bow, spewing his lunch into the choppy sea below. Get a move on, one of the deckhands shouts, and he holds up a shaky hand as though to say give me a second. Judging by his chalky complexion, he might not actually be fit to stand on his own right now.
[ kirkwall ]
When he's not on assignment, Kieran has a few favourite haunts:
He often finds himself in trinket shops, especially those claimed to be run by antiquaries; he's less interested in purchasing items so much as sifting through what's there. Cheap amulets, well-made but ultimately pedestrian daggers, moldering books - beneath and behind the commonplace materials, he occasionally finds something really worthwhile. (And then he purchases it and sends it to his mother, naturally.) Other times, he might glance at an object and murmur, "Looks like a forgery."
He's not infrequently at one of a few pubs in Hightown, sipping from a tankard and people-watching. Lowtown, he generally has to be invited out to by someone else, since he's aware he doesn't blend in particularly well; even if he puts on a pair of worn trousers and an ill-fitting shirt, he ends up looking like a nobleman playing dress-up. But if someone should happen to invite him, he's likely to be eager company.
And of course, he can be found all over the Gallows, particularly its library and the training yard. Taking copious notes, setting a practice dummy on fire - all the usual activities of a young man in the prime of life.
[ wildcard. ]
[ Feel free to meet Kieran wherever you'd like! Check this post for an idea of my approach to the character.
Nota bene: I'm told that Kieran was previously an NPC in Fade Rift way back when he was a preteen. If your character was around then and would still remember him, please reach out to me before we get tagging; I'm not opposed to using his prior history in the game, but I'd like to know what it is / vet it before we get rolling. ]