Fergus Aymer

**"Et's better ta' fight n' stand. Cause if yea' flee, you'll only die tired. "**

*- Fergus Aymer*

## Affiliations

### Family

Ciaran Aymer (Father) Frida Néel (Mother)

## Traits

### Skills

Seasoned Warrior, Adept physical prowess, Leadership, Resourceful

### Vices

Temperamental, Self-Overburdening Callous/Blunt, Simple

### Hobbies

(Recently started) Woodworking, Physical training, Adventuring

## Description

Fergus would seem to be a rather large specimen of a man, standing above the average human in height and often completely outweighing them. His large frame consistent with sizable and rather hardened muscle tissue. From his broad chest to his tree-trunk like legs, he seemed to be natured for power and brute strength. His over-all physique leans onto the bulkier side, then being per se vascular himself. His complexion was rather pale, ridden with freckles, and markings. It only seemed to benefit as a canvas for his brown thin eyes and the auburn red hair that would grow out. Forming the chops around his defined and wide jaw, as well as the mohawk sprouting up from the top of his head. Generally on his head and some of his body would display tattoos that seemed to be etched. Displaying unusual cultural symbols one could guess from first glance. More interestingly is when his back was exposed there would be a rather large brand depicting wings.

### Armor

The Highlander outfits would range. Usually dawning anything made from the local fauna that inhabited and ranged from the Alpines to the Highlands. A wide variety of furs, hides and skins that would make up the majority of his lounging clothing and protective attire - Often for what his hearty constitution of the Northern elements couldn't handle the fur would be the extra pushing factor in his longevity.

Interestingly, the Highlander seemed to never change the choice of his lower-body, always keeping culturally close to home and never seemed to deviate from the cloth kilt that hung around his hips if he could. No-matter the situation put upon him. His lower legs would always be bare or wrapped with leather leg wraps, sometimes adding chains as to hold it tightly and deflect stray attacks upon him to his exposed lower-limbs.

Over-all in battle he wouldn't have a sense of protection, most times, keeping specific to letting his body be free in complete mobility but sacrificing most, if not all protection. Sometimes dawning nothing on his upper-body and letting the runes and rites tattoos as-well as the notable scars and branded wings on his back be free for all to view - However, this wasn't to say that rarely he'd wear leather or chainmail pieces upon his frame. His horned helmet always being the center-piece of his protection.

### Arms

Fergus would always carry a two-handed axe in his earlier times of soldiership and oncoming into Astoria with the same equipment he brought over. The axe would have been constructed rather heavily for the average warrior, with a dual-blade on its head. However, more recently he would have a maul forged for himself from another Astari. The maul being engraved with his cultural language and symbols. Often wielding the hammer with a horrifying amount of power and providing a fate that would be brutal to those caught beneath an attack.

## History

{History of the character before Astoria (keep what you do not want people to know off of this page)}

## Personality

Fergus despite having the unhinged temper that could periodically make it's mark if unleashed or control was lost, was often boisterously jovial. Rather open-minded despite his savage like appearance, devout to his mannerisms and importance to making a welcoming initial impression, following a strict line of respect and pride. He would always seem bantering or almost joking into his inflection; humble to most he would come across while also making his thoughts and analysis of the individual. His comedy could sometimes be too rough for those not hardened to it, and even his generally playful attitude could come off as perhaps immature or uncaring sometimes. His goal initially seemed to gauge the person based off their sense of humor and reactions to himself; his simple thought process running through a list with most.

In general he was always very big-hearted to most, of course, most of this out of the picture if he was unsure of race, feeling, or the look of the individual. Being rather simple himself, he would always be some what blunt and never seemed to stray towards indirectness. This could be summed up as a lack of social-awareness where he could perhaps come off as rude or insensitive. Interestingly enough, he would never seem to show such acts of somberness, grief or even anger straight off. Leaving it to brew and compact it into himself, self reliant on dealing with the issues he would come across socially.

To most of his 'Lads' or 'Lasses' he would simply try to establish that sense of comradery and support, basic loyalty and trust towards them that would fit within neutral bindings. Though his simplicity and over-burdening of himself would cause him to sometimes not be able to bridge those gaps, and even to most of his closest comrades he'd never choose to weigh them with his grievances choosing always to seemingly stone-wall it. As brutish as he was, he was also thoughtful in his actions. Seemingly not stepping into squabbles or conflict unless it would hold his interests, or follow a code he'd seem to indebt himself into. Making sure that it was always something worth fighting for besides the surface view of the issue, well knowing what unconfined conflict could cause himself.

### Beliefs

Due to the nature of the historic importance with figures such as 'Gods' and Religious symbols to his people. Being his ancestors forsaken and exiled by 'Sigmar' and anything considered protective by man. His people bound to rot and decay in the 'Chaos Wastes', naturally he would develop a disdain for such worshipping of higher figures that had abandoned him. Generalizing his experiences with the only true phenomenon he's seen in his time before Astoria, being the forces of Chaos manifested, affecting him closer than one would expect. Though this is to be said, upon his entrance to Astoria, and being selected. The fact that an entity considered on a higher-plane of existence selected him and wasn't actively responsible for his demise, it would restore some hope making him believe. Though that isn't to say that he still isn't sometimes completely a skeptic or bashful towards such forces, not helped by the changing tides of his temper at times.