Description: A pair of hazel-green eyes are the most notable feature of this reedy northern man. The green dominates with verdant hues while the darker brown flecks are dull like sap drops amongst the green. His face is narrow with a prominent nose, thin lips, and a pair of high cheekbones. His curling hair which is a brownish-red, hangs to his shoulders when left unattended. It's silken length hinting at studious care. A pair of large, nick, and callused hands possessing of long fingers lead to sinewy arms and a pair of broad shoulders for his lithe frame. Long and sturdy legs make up the majority of his significant height. His skin is a pale northern tone with the hints of a begrudgingly growing tan. On his chest is a simple inking of a black triangle topped with a straight length depicting a simplistic scale. At one end is a black coin and hanging over the other end are several brilliant crimson droplets.

Personality: Curious, Dry, and Forward

Background: Morin was born to an abandoned tribe from the northern regions. Although he was the son of the chieftans family the day he assumed power never game. Instead the Crovane came. Their wooden shields and enduring arrows were to much for the abandoned and they were soon subjugated. With his tribe destroyed, family slain, and the remainders becoming vassals to the powerful house Morin himself was adopted by Somhairle's father and enobled as a way to ensure his peoples loyalty. Thirty-five years later Morin has served the Crovane family as if it were his own because it has become his only family and now he serves Somhairle as he did the man's father. Years of being a warrior advisor and the families duelist in all honor duels both sanctioned and more obscure back in the northlands have made the 48 year old northerner a proper noble by most measures.