Oscar mac Oisínn (OSS-kar mahk uh-SHEEN)
A Resident
Oscar mac Oisínn
Oscar is all coiled motion and restless energy—muscle beneath patience, a strike held in abeyance. Where Finn offers questions, Oscar offers protection. He stands like a stone set in a river, unmoved by anything but love. Despite his fierce presence, there’s a gentleness in how he observes the world—a kind of vigilance born from a deep sense of duty rather than pride.
In Tír na nÓg, there is no battle, yet Oscar trains each day with the discipline of a warrior who expects the unexpected. His weapons are shaped not for use but understanding; his movements trace memories of war without summoning war itself. Children mimic his routines in play, calling them dances. He lets them believe this. There is no need to burden innocence with the shape of readiness.
Oscar’s hands are rough from carving—he shapes intricate knots and animals from driftwood, leaving them in unlikely places for others to find. They are silent gifts, messages without names. Some believe he is preparing for a future that may never come. Others say he simply remembers too much of a world where pain had to be met with strength.
To Oisín, Oscar is the anchor—the weight that keeps their created line from drifting into abstraction. To Niamh, he is the flame she did not know she needed: steady, warm, and utterly unwilling to let the wind take what he loves. He is not loud in his devotion, but it fills every gesture, every breath.
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Current Location
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Ethnicity
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Spouses
Siblings
Finn mac Oisínn
(Brother)
Plór na mBan Oisínn
(Sister)
Children
Sex
Male
Sexuality
Omnephilic
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