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• How do they like to spend their time when it's rainy/stormy/snowing outside? What's their favorite kind of weather? Favorite season or holiday? Why?
  
  • Oisín: Oisín loves storms. It might be peculiar for such a friendly sort to like such terrible weather, but he feels at home when the wind whips and thunder rumbles in the air. Though nobody quite knows why, Oisín is quite drawn to the water, and rain is no exception. When the weather's bad, he either goes out to explore the surrounding woods and lake, or stays inside to read and work on music. His favorite season is fall, but he likes early spring and winter as well. Summer is simply too hot for him, even if the sunshine is nice and folks are more willing to go to the water. Unless it's humid out, too, he finds himself needing to drink an ungodly amount of water, as well as often taking out a spritz-bottle or taking extra showers. As for seasons, Oisín's traditional holidays don't align with those of humans, but he does observe some of the major hindu holidays. His favorites are Dasahara(due to the preforming arts traditions) and Shivaratri. As for holidays here, he likes Halloween! He doesn't really know the traditions, though. He's also not quite sure why the children don't just use glamours, but appreciates the sentiment.
    
    
  • Aerona: Aerona was always fond of the summer months. She especially loves when it's warm and sunny without humidity, or even pleasanter days with a soft breeze. Her wardrobe mostly fits with the warmer seasons, and she loves to be able to work outside, even if it is a little on the hotter side. Being a pretty active lady, most of her favorite activities are better for clear, comfortable weather. Aerona, though easily cold, is very much in love with the changing of the seasons. She prefers spring and summer for sure, but the thrill of helping collect the season's new ingredients and bundling up in fall colors is always a huge joy. She has trouble picking between Thanksgiving and Christmas when it comes to holidays. Her favorite part of them each is having all of the family and friends over to enjoy the splendor of a good meal and pleasant discussions. Both also have an aspect of generosity, which fits with Aerona's compassionate nature snugly. She's just...rather indecisive.
• What's one embarrassing thing they did when they were younger/a long time ago that that still haunts them?
  
  • Oisín: Oisín is a man of countless stories, so it's difficult for him to pick one. It might also be worth noting that he is very easily flustered and quick to blush, so what he considers embarrassing follows a very peculiar and...mostly inhuman set of criteria. But one thing that haunts him is the time he travelled in a trading caravan, and spoke Arabic to all of them, all because he was too shy to tell them their name. This was because he'd forgotten the one he was using at the time some days earlier, and didn't feel like coming up with a new one. It became very awkward when they met Arabic-speaking traders who could very easily translate, so he stole one of their horses, a satchel of food, and left in the night. He still feels bad about it.
    
    
  • Aerona: Aerona did a lot of embarrassing things when she was younger, and constantly hopes that none of her family members will spill any of it(knowing full well that Larkin keeps tabs on everyone like she does, so her secrets are not safe). When she was 11, though, she had a dangerously hardcore Sonic phase, and proclaimed to the world that she would marry Tails. Little did she know that she developed a crush on Cream while watching Sonic X, and is mortified to realize that it was technically her bisexual awakening. She sometimes looks back at the folder of fanart she made from that time, and usually ends up wanting to cry afterwards.
• If they have some upcoming task to do, how do they prepare in advance? How do they go about competing the task? What does their workspace look like(or if they don't have one, where do they usually like to work)?
  
  • Oisín: Admittedly, Oisín...doesn't. Though he has difficulty focusing unless he's obsessed with a subject, most of his work is in what he loves doing. His wit and overall sharpness of mind do help him in most persuits through sheer talent, but his follow-through in less engaging subjects can be wavering. He's learned to manage his distractible nature, but he still slips from time to time, falling in love with every subject that isn't the task at hand. If he puts his mind to it, though, he can do a good job. His problem-solving skills are fairly abstract, with a good sense of synthesizing information and an articulate way of explaining his thoughts and taking the lead in most situations that involve a lot of communication. Despite this, Oisín's way of organizing is also abstract. Everything is organized according to puzzles, with labels that communicate hints that - if solved in the context of the puzzle - will maybe be enough to get you what you need. The worst part? They change every week.
    
    
  • Aerona: Is a very meticulous woman. Working in physics, she has a knack for memorizing rules, and applying them in creative ways to problems she encounters. She likes to work with organizing information she has, making charts or lists where it helps her the most. Working in small groups or organizing large ones seems to be her forte, where she can handle the situation by clearly illustrating everyone's work, and keeping people on top of their duties. One thing she isn't good at, though, is being in charge. She can organize people, sure, but she needs help in making decisions or settling on a specific game plan without the input of the rest of the group. Her workspace depends, since there are many places to work in the manor, but wherever there's quiet or a bit of shade on a warm day. Her frequent use of labeling and excellent skills in keeping her thoughts tidy and concise has helped her a great deal in taming complicated problems, as well as keeping her workspaces easily navigable.
• What does their room look like? Do they take good care of their rooms? Any fun or weird things that the keep or do in there?
  
  • Oisín: Oisín doesn't yet have a room in the manor, though that bag of his can carry an ungodly amount of things in it. Oisín's decorating style is actually quite nice, with a careful choice of coordinated colors(oftentimes a dark peacock tone, especially with white and deep reds) and a healthy mix of modern, wood tones and an antique opulence. All things considered, the contrast gives the near-impression of a museum, with it's simplistic decor in the midst of wild antiques on display. He does take pretty good care of his room, but only because it's difficult for him to mess up. His weird organizing system(As mentioned in the question previous) surprisingly keeps everything tidy. He doesn't eat in his room, so there's not a lot of chance for wrappers or grime to accumulate. His desk is the messiest thing in every place he's lived, and sometimes the room is covered in tarps when he decides he'd rather focus on painting. There are often paint splatters on the tables, walls and desk, but all too often is the upholstery too expensive to mess with.
    
    
  • Aerona: Aerona loves bright colors. Burnt yellow, soft pinks and peach tones, and natural wood tones are her favorites. Having a great love for nature and the outdoors, her room is also full of pretty plants. She has small labels on the front of each pot with instructions on how to care for them, just so she doesn't mess it up(which she doesn't, spending all too much time outside with the gardeners, but she gets nervous). Her bed is always made, and she often does some of the dusting, scrubbing and so on her self just because it gives her a sense of pride to see everything looking nice as a result of her hard work. She's very choice with her style, but most of it feels very retro, with a 70's style in the "modern", geometric shapes and old-school hippy designs in some of the artwork that populates her walls. Her room also has a lot of natural light, which she adores, and her windows are always open when the weather is nice. More often than not, the low table in her room has outfits for the coming days folded neatly. Everything in her closet is organized by color, from shoes to dresses.
• How do they deal with a crush? How about with actually confessing?
  
  • Oisín: Oisín is an unabashed romantic. He definitely has a way with words, and a smooth tone that is often taken for flirtatious. He certainly doesn't mind testing the waters with friends of his, but when he's really in love with someone, he just...stops functioning. The tries to keep up appearances as per usual, but his wildly vivid imagination refuses to let him forget how head-over-heels he is. He doesn't just fall in love, he crashes out of a fifty-story building. He writes music that reminds him of them, he could go on for at least thirty pages about the richness of their laugh and the funny way they adjust their hair when they're nervous. It certainly works in his favor when it comes to producing art, but neither his head nor his heart can handle all of his feelings. And confessing? Oh boy. The closest he could get would be asking for them to sit for a painting. He does well in befriending people he's interested in, as he's not one for love at first sight. Most of the time, he doesn't even realize he likes them until it's far too late. He takes his time, falling in love slowly, and once the veil is lifted all of the weight of adoration comes crashing down on him. You'll simply have to be patient with him. If you're aware of his feelings, at least, his form of courtship is quite beautiful. He's always pouring over trying to make his gestures as thoughtful as he can.(Oisín Potter and the Navigation of Tragically Complex Attraction)
    
    
  • Aerona: Aerona is actually still working on her methods, but she tends to get overwhelmed. You can always tell when she has a crush, but never on who. She becomes shy and awkward around everyone, becoming increasingly consumed by her work and in her free moments, daydreaming. She's tried being upfront, she really has! But neither forthrightness nor being smooth about it is in her nature, no matter how much she's worked to improve it. Though she's made a remarkable leap from her younger days, poor Aerona often resorts to letters, cards or even just slips of the tongue when she can't keep the secret any longer. Though quick to fall at first, she often goes back to reassess how interested she is in someone. It's been more than once now that she's thought she'd fallen in love with a friend, only for it to simply be her heart pulling her every which way.

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The rich light of the Red sun poured in through the tall windows, stained in shades of soft pink and lavender as it casted its early morning spell on the world. The earth began to wake after a long slumber under a thick molasses night, the dead world opening it’s sleepy eyes, slowly pushing back the blanket of snow, reaching out to the clouds to part them, pulling back the curtains and being blinded by the breaking dawn.

The gaze of early spring sat too far off to reach the cold earth, even in the comfort of the Red warmth. A crimson gaze, weeping summer tears into the soil, saturating nature with her mercy, dipping her arms deep into the core of the earth and feeding on it like butterflies to nectar. The light, too, is an ambrosia that coaxes fourth a single life from the pillowy-soft decay of tranquil winter.

As the water cooled and the creatures of the pond fell into their slumber, there was a single beast who was rising to meet the wintry chill of late December. From the water came long hair, slick and glossy like lacquered wood. It seemed as though the creature stirring called to the clouds to whip up the rains, a quiet acknowledgement of its arrival. The Red was soon overcome by the flood of clouds, though a glimmering smudge had been left on the sky as it was swallowed by the shower. It was time for the great prowling creature, the star-struck beast of the primordial seas, to wake. The rain hushed nature, calling out for reverence.

After years of slumber, She finally rose from the mirror-like waters. She stretched out Her arms to touch the horizon, pouring over the ends of the world to explore the great beyond. A set of golden eyes, as they found their way through the sheets of rain and silken dark, flickered up to meet the hazy skies, uncertain, blinking through long lashes, pulling back their reach with Her two little hands. Her body seemed to be rendered with a soft brush, blending into the haze of the daydream earth, created by movement, flickering with Her eyes, flickering with the rain. There was no constance except for Her grace. The Woman had finally met the morning light, however faint. It smiled it’s wide smile back at Her, and there was still a radiance it cast, a soft glow, to fall through the cloudy drapes and trickle down over her with the rain.

Like a mermaid, The Woman was born again from Her own dream. Having risen to where Her shoulders and chest were above the water, She turned to see a little island in the water, as soft as She, blending with its greenish greys into the oyster-blue of the water, the lines of reality blurred like the wisp of cotton, even the silky sheen of Her hair was a look closer. She left a painterly stroke of water behind Her as she swam to the island.

The little island had a tall tree that wound it’s branches over the whole length of the land, a maternal grace to her shade. She cast herself over the dancing grasses, and often blended with littler trees about her. The Woman could hear little winter birds chit-chattering in its sparse leaves. Sitting in a hole in the tree’s bosom sat a mahogany jewelry-box, and She ran Her hands over the delicate carvings on its sides. From the box, She pulled out a fine-toothed jade comb, and made Her way to the rocky shoreline, shallow against the forested area, with long grasses springing up at its sides. She dipped Her legs back into the water from the perch of a large, smooth rock and running the comb through Her dark hair. As She did so, She turned her gaze out to the landscape. It began to form as She willed herself to find it. The trees without their foliage turned wispy and brown against the cloudy skies, looking like clusters of finch feathers swaying slightly in the cold rain. There was a tranquility in the hollowness of winter, a somber silence that only little birds and icy rains could break in the deadness. The world had lost its lustre, and The Woman could not help but feel that winter was the perfect time to awaken from Her slumber. Nature was quiet, the little creatures were sleeping in the earth and water, deep under the grey sky, and it was left to those who had to wait for spring to ponder what they’d lost as the earth grew colder.

It would soon be time to wake again, to reach out with Her slender arms, down them running their delicate scars, woven like the wood of the little island’s tree. Here, where She was golden, and there, where She took the blue of the weeping earth, and brought it with Her.

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She goes by Glasgow, Gallagher, likely
anything that isn't true. She's probably
about twenty-one, though it's common
in her family to stay looking in your
prime a bit longer than most. As for
her preferences, Glasgow seems to
swing both ways, though her preference
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Glasgow is half Irish-Roma and half Indian.
Though she doesn't seem to talk with her
mother anymore, she has a good(if not a
little formal) relationship with her father,
and she's been keeping her brother around
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Glasgow is a terribly pretty woman, with
short, curly dark hair and unusually
blue eyes. Her skin is a deep brown,
and though scars run down half of her
body, she is nonetheless a graceful
creature. She stands at 155cm.

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of the life of one Ms.
Glasgow. She has
been remembered
by many names,
kept many secrets,
and told many lies.
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