Trevan Crosnach (TREH-vahn KROSS-nakh)
A Resident
Trevan Crosnach (a.k.a. Troy)
Trevan lives by the pulse of the sea—even in a realm beyond time. His instincts are tuned to horizon lines and starlight paths, and his memory is a map that charts not just distance, but emotion. He keeps small tokens—shells, carved wood, feathers from far lands—each marking a crossing, a lesson, or a wrong turn made right. His words carry the rhythm of tides, pulling listeners in before they realize they’ve set sail.
He is endlessly curious and unafraid of the unknown. If asked to name his home, he’d point to whatever direction the wind’s carrying. He reads currents like most read scripture, and though he rarely speaks of faith, he trusts deeply in motion. His small skiff, oddly out of place in the tranquil waters of Tír na nÓg, is a thing of beauty and contradiction—seaworthy and dream-forged.
Though he laughs easily, Trevan’s eyes always scan the horizon. He’s not restless—just ready. There’s always another crossing, another night sky, another truth waiting just beyond sight. For him, stillness is a dock, not a home.
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