Maigheach
reliquarian
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MAIGHEACH
There's a small island adrift in the mists somewhere called Whalebone. A pocket of the world that lives on a perpetual cusp of peach dawns and golden gloaming, where the trees are always garbed in autumnal tones but perfect fruit hangs year-round. On the chalk cliffs stands a humble lighthouse, whitewashed boards bedecked in fading flowers and its lamp high above beaming eternally into that ocean fog, signaling for some master that has yet to return.
This is Maigheach's seldom-seen home. Were you to place this brightly-dressed specimen back onto the island, you might observe that this is quite like seeing a tropical fish among coral, the jarring colors making much more sense against their natural surroundings. But his displacement is fully intentional, no worries!
He's been busy travelling, you see!
AESTHETICS
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YOU REMIND ME OF YOU
Maigheach's stature is a bit on the smaller side, material is hard to come by, you see. He generally wears his hair a bit past his jaw, half tied up to keep it from falling into his face. Both it and his similarly lengthed beard are bright gingery red, gone white in large streaks.
Depending on what your outlook is, he might comport himself a bit strangely for somebody of his apparent age, or perhaps just comes off as a quirked up old guy. He walks this world with enthusiasm that verges on revelry, fervid worship even. There's a restlessness to him that seems to spur Maigheach onward, never staying in one place for long: eager to begin new tasks, meet new people, lend a helping hand.
NOT OF THIS WORLD
Billed as a wizard, he really fits the profile of a wandering artist just as readily. Mostly, his ethereal chalk pastel displays are for beauty; chromatic landscapes, spindle-limbed animals, loud florals -- but his art doubles as a unique casting style. Using pigments he derives from components needed to cast spells, he prestidigitates reality around him with those same symbols drawn in midair.
LET'S PRETEND WE DON'T EXIST
It might not come as a surprise to learn that this is merely a visitor. What might come as a bit more of a surprise is to realize that Maigheach is mostly a mere fingerpuppet to a being somewhere out in the vastness of the astral plane, a sleeping, ancient thing lucidly dreaming itself into lifetimes it wishes to live. Alone except for these flashes of lives it gets to live.
How aware of this Maigheach happens to be is up for debate.
