: Keirnan is a likeable, dashing(if somewhat clueless) champion for freedom and libations...I mean, liberation. He travels frequently, and makes friends with most people he meets, learning about their towns and telling them stories of his own adventures. His divine cause to fight the demons and other forces of evil is met with enthusiasm and panache, for, in his eyes, one doesn't have to sacrifice showmanship in order to garner victory!
Personality: Kiernan is a dashing, if somewhat ditzy, fellow, who enjoys listening to good music, a well-spun tale or a well-crafted ode, almost as much as he enjoys drinking, feasting and making love. His devotion to his faith, and those deities he follows, is steadfast, as is his commitment to the concept of freedom, love and adventure. His charm and daring are known far and wide, and while he has left behind lovers in every town he's been to, he couldn't be called a heartbreaker. He's careful with his relationships, caring for more than just the physical pleasures, and his partners always know that they'll remain special to him, even though he can't stay with them. His reputation as a lover is almost as prevalent as his prowess in battle, or his legendary hedonism. He never turns down an exciting game of chance, and he's known as a gracious loser, and a generous winner. His generosity, in fact, is widely known, and when rumors spread that he is in town, the taverns fill with people who know his habit of buying rounds for everyone.
Description: Kiernan's most immediately recognizable feature is his flowing blonde hair, typically drawn back in a neat ponytail, which reaches the small of his back and shines dimly with an inner, golden light. This glow is most noticeable at night or in dimly-lit, or dark, places, and doesn't shine bright enough to illuminate enough to aid vision. Though, it does create a potential problem if he's trying to avoid being seen in the dark, or if an enemy chooses to attack, since he's the easiest to pick out in such situations. He stands quite tall, at six-foot-three and his build is more willowy than one might expect, a fact which is enhanced by his tailored clothing and penchant for flowing lines. He cuts a dashing figure with a smooth, masculinely beautiful face and sage green eyes which glitter with good humor and an unrestrained lust for life. His gestures are grand and graceful, and he seems to take up more room than he should, filling the area around him with his confidence and boundless energy. When he speaks, his voice resonates from his slender chest with a velvety rumble, which, no matter how much he drinks, seems to never become marred by a drunken slur.
Background: Kiernan was born to wealthy traders in Absalom, which came as a shock, given the shining crown of golden curls and pale skin he was born with. Once the surprise had worn off, his mother recalled a family legend of an angelic being who fell in love with one of her male ancestors and gave birth to his son. Until Kiernan was born, she had merely assumed it was a kind of family fairy tale, but it was hard to deny the proof in her own child.
The awe they felt for their offspring soon wore off, however, and became the more conventional and sustainable love that most parents have for their children. It was hard to maintain a feeling of holy reverence for a creature that one had to bathe, change and burp after every meal. Despite his seeming divine origins, Kiernan was a typical little boy, prone to chasing girls and pushing them into the mud, or pretending to sword fight with other boys using sticks, and, while he was certainly different in appearance and more graceful than the other children, it didn't take long for them to accept him. He was gregarious and friendly by nature, and he lacked the selfishness and entitlement which plagued many other wealthy singletons. He was just as happy playing with the children of servants using things like rocks and twigs as he was playing with other wealthy children using expensive toys. His imagination was limitless and he had a grand love of adventure.
His devotion to Cayden Cailean began at a very young age, when stories of the 'accidental god' fueled his love of adventure and daring, setting him on the path that would define the rest of his life. He dreamed of one day following in Cayden's footsteps and passing the test of the Starstone, and could often be found tucked among the crowds that gathered to watch hopefuls cross the pit to the Starstone Cathedral. When he was ten years old, Kiernan accompanied his parents to Kenabres, where they were planning to spend several days in the city, selling their goods to those who were flocking from all over to attend the festival of Armasse. Despite their dire warnings not to wander off, Kiernan strayed from their booth in the market place in his desire to explore the new and unusual city. Before either of his parents knew it, Kiernan was lost in the crowd and completely caught up in his own excitement, thus unable to even contemplate the terror his wandering would cause.
For hours he roamed the city, until, as night was beginning to fall, he found himself outside the walls and, before he knew it, he had wandered into the Worldwound and very far from those who might have kept him safe. Luckily, he was found by a woman who protected him from harm and escorted him back to safety, leaving him where he would swiftly be found by a band of crusaders dedicated to Shelyn. They took him back to town and helped him to find his parents, who were absolutely sick with worry. After the requisite hugging, scolding and crying was over, and he was bundled into a chair with a glass of milk and something to eat, Kiernan regaled his parents with the story of the sad-eyed woman and her strange holy symbol. They explained that the symbol was Desna's, and donated a large sum of money to her temple the very next day, praising her for sending someone to save their blessed child from the horrors that existed in the world wound.
The rest of Kiernan's life was largely uneventful. When he was old enough, he joined the clerics of Cayden Cailean in Absalom, and dedicated himself to upholding the principals of his faith, as well as destroying the forces of evil that imprisoned and corrupted the good people of Golarion. His parents passed when he was still quite young, at least for an Aasimar, and he grieved their passing, but his lust for life and the knowledge that they had lived long and well did not allow him to wallow in his sadness for long. Once his training was complete, he ventured from Absalom to begin traveling all over the Inner Sea regions, learning what he could, and carousing without restraint, as he knew would best please his hero and deity. It wasn't until his path intersected that of a wicked slaver who was imprisoning magical creatures for his own evil purposes that Kiernan found his true calling.
After defeating the slaver and freeing the creatures he'd ensnared, Kiernan felt a powerful force rush through him, knocking him on his eyes and dropping him into a deep, dreamless sleep for several days. When he awoke, he understood that it was no longer his calling to serve Cayden as his divine warrior, but to serve all of the gods who had impacted his life. He devoted himself to the cause of freedom, and those deities who had, either directly or indirectly, served to ensure his own freedom and happiness. Desna, Shelyn and Cayden Cailean became his personal pantheon, and the divine forces which fueled his newfound powers. His focus of study became the Wind, for its strength and the fact that no one had yet learned how to restrain it or pin it down.
Kiernan is in Kenabres once more, attending the festival of Armasse on the anniversary of his first and only visit to the great walled city on the edge of the Worldwound.
