Name: Eoin
Age: 25
Occupation: Juggler
Appearance: Shoulder length brown hair though he keeps some of it tied back usually. His clothing is plain but sensible and is noticeably well worn. When traveling or not performing he wears a large cloak that he has had as long as he can remember, possibly was one of his parents. It's reversible, black on one side and red on the other. All in all, he is about as normal as can be lookwise, he rather not attract any attention unless performing.
Personality: Ever so much the loner, all he has ever wanted was to be left alone. Being alone doesn't keep one fed though. Anything he does it for himself. There is no right from wrong, his decisions are made solely on if they benefit him. If approached while not performing he tends to come off as sarcastic and arrogant. He has learned over the years how to 'put on a show' and while performing can generally seem almost likable. What he really strives for is power of some sort, he wants to be loved, to be feared, to amount to something more than just the nobody he had been born.
Skills: Various. Highly skilled it many forms of juggling. His favorite is that of contact juggling. He can also perform many slight of hand tricks as well. That skill also helps with pickpocketing.
History: Doesn't have much of one. Both parents worked more than they ever saw him. Both would never amount to anything. His father died in a hunting accident and his mother died a few years later out of grief. He was forced to grow up quick and on his own. He didn't need them anyway, didn't need anyone. Eoin survived the years by pickpocketing some and mostly from his juggling performances.
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