Ronan the Moorchild
You are listening to: 'How You Remind Me' by Nickelback
Ronan the Moorchild's Stats
Name: Ronan
Age: Thirty-seven
Species: Specter, Safarian, & Moorchild
Home World: Plata
Hair Color: Sandalwood
Eye Color: Cedar Brown
Height: 5'7"
Poem: The Purpose of Life
Personality: Though most of the time playful and outgoing on the outside, Ronan sometimes will take time to shrink into the shadows and hide from life's problems, depressed and frightened on the inside. He doesnt like magic, or evil, but he can't help his heritage. His prime magical power is his inhuman speed, and agility, but he can also defragment some things in order to make them lighter and most easy to carry. He's an all-out good-guy, even if he'll fight with darker weapons. He's been suicidal most of his life, locked up in the shadow of his sister, who seemed to use his magic for her own purposes, and he never tried to stop her. Although he's not a shadow anymore, thanks to Gira, he still doesnt seem to have become any more cheerful. His outlook on life is to just get it over with; we're all going to die anyway. Funny thing, though; he's not dead yet. Go him. Things deteriorated too much between him and his wife and son, and Ronan just uped and left them, coming as close to a divorce as Safari gets. He showed up at Tora's front doorstep, and went about in aiding her in her research. Anything Tora planned for D-day, Ronan was usually the first to know about it. He's explaining what he's doing to the caged five, and they're helping him. Ronan was a spy in his own mother's lair. With the help of Sapphira and Farley, he's been getting that information back to Safari. Even though she never found out about his treachery, Tora tried to toast him anyway, only the cagers found out in time and sent him back to Safari. He couldn't hide for very long; Kyri whipped him into shape and made him face Xira, and his fear.
Family: Xira, wife; Remus, son; Romulus, son; Bartleby, son; Gingerbread, son; K'veriyan, daughter
Genre: Tora Clan
Status: Alive
Story: Not in need of one
Lyric: I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
for handing you a heart worth breaking
I said I love you and I swear I still do
And it must have been so bad
Cause living with me must have damn near killed you
