Cormac Worthy

Long, greasy locks of blonde frame a face that one day will make ladies melt. But right now it is too soft to impart strength, and too fresh to give-off confidence. Grey blue eyes look about at the world, and even though his eyes seem bright, it is the surety of his movement, beyond his fourteen summers, that gives the impression of wisdom. His muscles are already developed, likely from some sort of manual labor judging by the coarseness of his skin. There is a large round scar on one bicep, and a burn on his neck, long since healed. He catches you observing him, and grins, happy to share the moment.