Dante Piero (DAN-tay pee-AIR-oh)

A Resident

Dante Piero

The winds of the Andes whisper through the soul of Dante Piero, a son of South America whose zest for life is as boundless as the mountain ranges. In the expanses of Tir na nOg, he’s found his calling amidst rugged trails and breath-stealing vistas. Here, he guides the willing and the brave through treks that promise not just a physical journey but an inner voyage as well. When he's not scaling the heights, Dante Piero channels his fervor into sports, training with a dedication that honors the athletes of his homeland. His laughter rings true and clear across the fields, a reminder that joy and passion are the true heartbeats of life.

Mental characteristics

Sexuality

Omnephilic

Relationships

Ethbaal Abdeel

Cathbhráithre

Towards Dante Piero

Dante Piero

Cathbhráithre

Towards Ethbaal Abdeel

History

Meeting several times during Fortitudinis challenges, one day, the bells went off, and they've been inseparable ever since.

Legal Status

Cathbhráithre

Current Location

Casa de Valor

Species

Duine

Ethnicity

Muisca

Realm

Tír na nÓg

Professions

Spouses

Ethbaal Abdeel (Cathbhráithre)

Siblings

Children

Sex

Male

Other Affiliations

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