Neirin

“You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.”
– Ray Bradbury

Public Info: Loudmouthed and occasionally full-of-bullshit Briton. Is a pretty damn good blacksmith of all things, makes most of his money with that. Knows a bunch of languages. On the side, does professional research and translations for other people, does freelance writing of many stripes, teaching music, repairing instruments, session playing of traditional music, occasionally busking, occasionally recording his own stuff. Has a good singing voice and a ridiculously morbid sense of humor, was probably a goth as a teenager. Gets his nose broken frequently because he is a huge troll. Is legit a member of the Society for Creative Anachronism.

Lost Info: Neirin is a British Thusser/Author/Smith, a Martial Correspondent of the Eternal Echoes, a member of the Winter Court, and has a smithy in Fort Brunsett that specializes in cold and hand-wrought iron weaponry.

Hookly Stats: Expression 5 (Specs - Songwriting, Writing, Performance); Academics 3 (Specs - Research, Historical Weaponry); Crafts 5 (Specs - Luthier, Smithing); Alternate Identities (1 dot): Pen Name, Alan Brixton; Stage Name, Neirin; Merits - Eidetic Memory; Striking Voice: Tenor; Fame 1: Musician, Writer, Blacksmith; Professional Training: Writer; Professional Training: Blacksmith; Contacts: Wholesalers, SCAdians, Publishers, Academics

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