I am in my early fifties. I have been married twenty years to the same woman and have a fine young son. My interests are in medieval philosophy, literature and music, and my formal education is in these areas with two bachelors degrees and two masters degrees.
My persona is a 7th century Irish hermit and Celtic Christian monk. I travelled widely when I was young, became a monk in my mid-twenties, and ultimately became the chief teacher of scribal arts at the monastery on Holy Island. I held this position in said monastery until about age fifty when I became a religious recluse and lived several years in a cave without human contact. I had some skill in medicine, mainly with herbs, and was called out of my seclusion during a minor plague in that part of the country in the mundane year 697 A.D. I tried to help, but as I was an aged man of 55 years I too finally succumbed to the plague. But as an early Irish Christian monk my roots were in the pagan Celtic tradition and I always celebrated both Christian holy days and also pagan sabbats and esbats, as did many of the monks of my day. I lived at a crucial time -- the waning of one tradition and the beginning of another. Peace to you.