Seosamh Shea

Seosamh seems to carry himself with a gentle kindness, speaking softly. He is scarred from a lifetime of fighting, both planetside and across the stars. While he seems friendly, every time he smiles his eyes do not. Typically he can be found hunting alone, shying away from packs, a deathly look of determination and certainty painted across his vissage. Around others is when he is most uncertain, growing increasingly more anxious the longer he has company. Few things make his blood boil more than injustice or cruelty. He is always happy to lend a hand, moving one step closer to earning his redemption. He smells of sea salt and gunpowder.