<strong>Name:</strong>Mac Dara Fearghail<br/><strong>Alias/Nicknames:</strong>Daire<br/><strong>Age:</strong>24<br/><strong>Title:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Sexual Orientation:</strong>For the most part straight, but the open sexuality that Daire has found since becoming a slave intrigues him… so let go ahead and say Bi-curious<br/><strong>Gender: </strong>Male<br/><strong>Height:</strong>6’ 5”<br/><strong>Weight:</strong>285<br/><strong>Hair and Eye color:</strong>long black hair and brilliant emerald green eyes<br/><strong>Special abilities or talents. (IE Magic):</strong>Skills befitting a warrior, hunting, gladiatorial combat, incredible strength, non-magical but when angered Daire will enter a berserker type of rage where he seems almost impervious to pain and his strength seems to grow exponentially.<br/><br/><strong>Biography:</strong><br/><br/>Mac Dara Fearghail grew up in a remote village in the cold and hostile northern parts of the empire.  There tribes of wild barbarians roamed the hillsides scratching out what meager existence they could as best that they could.  The men and women both learned to fight with any manner of weapons that they had, spear, swords, axes, hammers, etc.  Most of the weapons that they had were stolen in raids against the villages and towns south of the hills and mountains in which they lived.  The barbarians are a proud people, believing that they are entitled to their freedom and way of life.  They can’t imagine being tied down to a job or a house in the ever growing cities to the south and are infuriated when the empire begins to encroach on what they see as their lands.  They begin to mount counter offensives and raid the military encampments and convoys.  The people of the mountains are fierce warriors and have little regard for their safety in battle.  They are the proverbial “poster children” for the school of thought that the best defense is a good offense.  The raiding party would hide amongst the shadows and trees of the forest while merchant caravans or columns of soldiers would march past, then with a ear piercing battle cry to their Gods they would nearly fly from the forest and set upon their victims with the ferocity of a feral cat, something never experienced before by the Imperial soldiers and it shook their confidence in their own fighting prowess.<br/><br/>It is one such raid that we pick up the telling of Mac Dara’s story.  As son to the chieftain of the Tribe of the Wolf and heir to that title himself one day Daire, as most called him, was a mountain of a man, and fierce in battle, but affable and well liked to his tribesman.  He was also highly respected and usually somewhat feared by the men of the other neighboring tribes that might be in competition with the tribe of the wolf.  In fact many of the neighboring tribes had already approached his father, Uthgardt with requests to arrange a wedding between Mac Dara and the best women that each tribe had to offer.  No definitive plans had been set in place when the wars had begun, although Daire had tested each of the prospective brides in the privacy of his tent several times before agreeing to consider them as his wife.<br/><br/>On the day of the raid his men had attacked a column of well armed soldiers with hopes of capturing many strong weapons, armor, and shields.  Among the column were also huge siege engines; trebuchet and manogels that were capable of throwing large stones, or flaming pots of pitch into the trees of the barbarian villages, that were being pulled along by large draft horses.  The destruction of these engines of war was Daire’s first priority and he took it upon himself to do so.  Fighting his way through a field of soldiers with reckless ferocity and abandon he reached the first and then second and third manogels, chopping at the wood of each with his axe, and the leather lashings with his sword, all the while he continued to fight off scores of soldiers.  True to his style of battle rage he was wounded several times over, but none of them deterred or hindered him in any way from his task.  As the head of his axe bit into the wood of the last trebuchet there was an ear splitting crack as the wood splintered and started to shift.  There was also a metallic grinding noise then a reverberating twang as one of the steel restraining straps used to hold the trebuchet together, as well as to give it added strength when firing, snapped free of the wood.  The sharp metal band snapped back with violent force and the sharp corner of the ban slashed across Daire’s body.  It opened his torso from his left shoulder to his right hip, almost eviscerating him on the spot.  As his tribesmen melted back into the shadows hauling their loot no one noticed that Mac Dara was missing, but the soldiers did.  Even as he lay bleeding on the ground, broken and unable to stand he lashed out at them with sword and axe trying to strike at any who dares to come close to him.  Finally the commanding officer came over to see this giant that they had found and could not contain, even when grievously wounded.  Taking up a long war hammer he strode up to him and stood near his head, with a solid thump the lights in Daire’s eyes went out as the hammer bashed his forehead.<br/><br/>Too stubborn to die the barbarian held on in their makeshift jail as a hostage for months until he was well enough to stand again.  The same commanding officer now saw a value in keeping him alive.  When they next passed a city Daire was taken to the market and sold as a slave to the highest bidder.  The bidder happened to be Quintas Pollonius, an owner of several gladiatorial ludi and prosperous franchise in the gladiator market.  Daire was taken to a ludus, where he was trained as he regained his strength and confidence.  Quintas saw the potential for huge profits in Daire and thus he treated him well.  He was fed well, given drink when he wanted, and as he began to amass victories in the arena he was even allowed to enjoy the company of the female slaves as often as he felt the urge.  Over the course of the next 6 months Daire trained, got stronger and faster, fought with the same ferocity that he had always exhibited in battle and was beginning to amass quite the following among the people of the Empire.  He had also grown quite fond of the company of a slave girl from the ludus.  In fact, not only did he summon her and only her to his bed nightly but he was beginning to fall in love, and she with him.  News of this reached Quintas, and he could not bear the thought of any distraction or attachment interfering with his prized investment so he stole the girl away right before Mac Dara’s eyes, had her stripped, publicly flailed, and then fucked by each of the lanistae before selling her to a travelling whore monger.  Daire was incensed but could not break his bonds.  So he seethed and waited.  Days later when he was taken to the training grounds he broke free of the manacles and killed 3 of the linastae before he could be subdued again.  Realizing that his ferocity, while great in the arena, was out of control he decided that it needed to be broken.  Mac Dara needed to understand the order of things and that with good behavior, success and victory came the rewards, and equally so, acting out violently against the staff would be met with punishment.  It was then that Quintas Pollnius had Daire bound and trussed and shipped off to the D’enes Slave Academy for retraining.<br/><br/><strong>If a slave, what are you specific talents, if any:</strong>Warrior talents including fighting, enduring pain and torture through sheer will.<br/><br/><strong>Sexual History:</strong>long and varied.  As the heir to the tribal leadership he had lain with any woman of his choice as long as they were not betrothed.  Since becoming a slave and after his victories in the arena he had known many of the young slave girls that were owner by Quintas. In fact, in a few cases of drunken stupor, he had even allowed himself to be serviced by the mouths of some of the young men in the ludus with that propensity.  The thought of being with another man did not appeal to him outright, but he found so little in his life to be satisfied or pleased with he was not one to turn down pleasurable things, not matter how brief they may be, or how odd they may seem.  And a mouth that knows how to milk him dry is always welcome regardless of the genitals that go along with it.<br/><br/><strong>Add a photo here</strong><br/><br/>(http://th05.deviantart.net/fs23/PRE/i/2007/339/3/9/Conan_the_Barbarian___2001_by_RubusTheBarbarian.jpg)<br/>