I was born Falcanta, though most know me simply as "Falgon". I am the son of Diarmuid mac Domhnaill of clann Tuatha De Bhrian and his favorite wife, Sabha.

I was fostered to Conall mac Fearghus, a noble of the clan.

During these years, I spent as much time as I could fraternizing with the druids, drinking mead, and eating porridge. I did not think much of fighting or of the champions' portion. I was more interested in the revels, the songs of the bards, druidic ceremonies, and the sagas and history of the filidh.

Reaching the age of 17, I returned to my father, Diarmuid, and received my arms.

On the eastern bank of the Siannon river, a rival clan was raiding our cattle and a fierce bloody battle erupted. There was much devastation and destruction. The Siannon ran red with the blood of our enemies.

Many wounds were sewn, but our chieftain suffered a mortal blow, and had it not been for the battle savagery of Sil, my brother, I would have followed my chieftain to Tir na nOg.

After the battle, an assembly was held to elect a new chieftain. Because I had spent so much time amongst the druids and was always a close council to the former chief, it was believed I had inherited much wisdom. The clann felt that such a pious chieftain would bring the favor of the Gods.

I was chosen chieftain and inaugerated atop the dolem of the clann's past chieftain without challenge.

I realized that my lack of marshall prowess would be dangerous for the clann, therefore, I named Sil as my striker.

I served as chief for 3 years. I had grown weary of the tedium that was the chieftaincy. I decided I once more wanted to be close to the druids. I retired from chief and became File of the clann for 2 years. Then I retired completely from serving the clann, and sought the comfort of a full mead horn. But always I have been there to give council and lend a hand wherever one was needed and shall continue to do so for the rest of my days.