Wycliffe Kilkenny-Outsider Skald

Obviously not a local, Wycliffe's name is derived from his family, but for those who think it's weird or hard to pronounce, he ends up going by something like "The Wandering Blitherer" or "That One Weird Guy"

For this twenty-three year old, the world is a large, and rather foreboding, place. It seems even larger when compared to a little backwater of an island in the slightly warmer southern seas. A little farming village was the home of the Shuleskerry clan, and if one were to describe their setting, it was, in a word, comfortable. Perhaps for this reason they never really saw need for defenses or weapons. However, many years ago, desperate outcast vikings searching for supplies took to raiding the island. (Turns out, farmers can be quite easy to extort.)
Though unaccustomed to the ways of war, the Shuleskerry clan quickly adopted means of fending off the raiding parties (most of which involved holing up in such a way as was difficult to get them out) and found ways to protect themselves from near-constant Viking incursions. The atmosphere surrounding the village, while typically warm and friendly, would turn frigid whenever an outsider was found. These were the circumstances young Wycliffe found himself born into, an odd mix of isolationism, xenophobia, and fear. (Truly, it isn't recommended for rearing children). However, insatiable curiosity is often a cure for all but the most stubborn of habits, and even in his youth Wycliffe wound up finding out far more about the world beyond the seas than a proper young lad ought to know. Soon he was making all kinds of maps (mostly imaginary) and charts (which turned out rather useless) for his plans to discover the entire world.
The one thing stopping him from realizing his dreams? (Tribal customs notwithstanding). Seasickness hit easily and hard on the young man, preventing any voluntary excursions into the wild. Only when captured once as part of a raid (let this be a lesson, kids. Never, EVER, hide inside the most valuable items which aren't bolted to the ground!) He managed to escape his would be captors once on land (although debilitated by the sea, he's reinvigorated by the earth), and slowly picked up the local dialect. Now searching for a home, Wycliffe makes a living telling stories, tales of far off lands to intrigue and inspire people to let him just talk.

Male; Straight.

Skald/odd-jobber. Wanders about, trying to fit in, mostly.