Appearance

Physical Description

Despite his large, heavyset frame, Cirell is quite fragile seeming.

Facial Features

He has a bushy white beard that seems to grow only thicker with age. Many citizens joke that the hair on his head is falling into his beard.

Physical quirks

His movements themselves are fragile, shaky, unsure; he gives off the idea that he is ready to collapse at any moment. When he performs, however, that all changes; he has the vigor of a man in his prime, the dexterity of a master mandolin player, and the glow that only those in high health can achieve.

Apparel & Accessories

Cirell often wears robes befitting of a middle class man. Slightly loose, with modest designs, he dresses down for a man of his status.

Specialized Equipment

Cirell has a godly voice that captivates all who hear it. He is a master of telling stories and playing his mandolin, which he combines into a unique style of storytelling.

Mentality

Personal history

Cirell comes from very humble beginnings. He grew up with nothing as a farm boy. He spent his days toiling away, preparing to survive the harsh winters. In the rare days where his father went to town for supplies and whatnot, Cirell would do whatever it took to tag along and get away from the dreary farm. When in town, Cirell went straight to the tavern to see whatever traveling minstrel or storyteller was in that day. Most of the time, Cirell would find one in a performance, and would sit down and listen earnestly, taking in the grand adventure being spun. These tales captivated Cirell like nothing else, providing him an escape from his monotonous life, filling him with dreams. When Cirell was 16, his father fell ill during a particularly harsh winter, and passed away. His mother had passed years prior in childbirth with Cirell's younger brother, who also unfortunately passed with their mother; so Cirell, with no family left, headed to town, hoping to find a minstrel. He worked at the inn for a few weeks, asking the travelers if they would take him on as an apprentice, but all declined. That is, until one day, when a middle aged man walked in, caked in mud and sweat, carrying a large bag.
 
The man was almost kicked out for being so dirty, but Cirell convinced his boss to give him some food. He asked the man's name, to which the man replied, "My name? I have many different names, but none of them matter. All you need to know is that I am a man in need of some food." Cirell was very confused by the man's response, and didn't pay much heed to it. Instead, he asked, "Well what do you have in that bag?"
"Ah, a more relevant question. Why don't you take a look yourself, boy?" Cirell proceeds to look inside, and finds an array of instruments, books, inkpots, and other tools of the barding trade. While he was looking the barmaid brought the man his food, which he then promptly paid for.
"Wait! Why don't you play for some free food and lodging?" Cirell asked.
"That isn't what I use my talents for..."
The man proceeds to explain that he collects stories, old and new, in order to pass them down to his son, as his father did for him, and his father before him, and so on and so forth. He sees himself as a historian, keeping the memory of humantiy alive, spreading it when the world forgets. Cirell is encapsulated by this strange man. He quickly realizes that he is by far the most amazing person he has met, and asks him what he has asked many others before, "Will you take me on as an apprentice." To his surprise, he said yes, and they left together the next morning.
 
Cirell would never learn his mentor's true name, but learned many of his aliases; Jaquen, Galan, Tariq, Gomath, Nicklaus, Liceva, and many others. He learned many ancient stories, they discovered many new ones, and lived through others. They would travel together until the man would pass away suddenly from old age, leaving Cirell everything. Cirell would continue to adventure and travel for much longer until he retired to the Imperial Library as its Loremaster.

Education

Cirell learned everything he knows from his mentor and the adventures he had been on.

Employment

Cirell is currently the Loremaster of the Imperial Library. The Loremaster is charged with duties relating to recording events as they happen, as well as insuring history is not forgotten.

person.sexuality

He never really had an attraction to anyone, not sexually at least.

person.gender_identity

Male

Known Languages

Though the extent of his knowledge of other languages is quite limited, he at least appears to know some Elvish in addition to his Common.

Personality

Motivation

His drive to find and tell stories comes from a fascination in his early years with the world and its histories. This would eventually turn into his desire to preserve the world's memory, as was his mentor's duty before him.

Social

Birthplace

Unknown

Current Residence

Imperial Library

Honorary & Occupational Titles

Loremaster of the Imperial Library

Speech

Cirell seems to speak in an almost poetic manner with an ever-changing rhythm. Coupled with his highly touted voice, he draws attention whenever he speaks.