Name: Aeden McNaught<br/>Age: 18<br/>Appearance: 6' tall, thin and muscular, and of a lighter complexion. Aeden is cleanly shaven and has fiery red hair that he keeps at a medium length and slicked back. He dresses in knitted sweaters and jeans in colder weather, and a t-shirt during warmer climates. The classic idea of a modern day Irishman.<br/><br/>Aeden was working about on his family farm, shepherding their herd of sheep, just a usual day for him.<span style="font-style: italic">By God... I wish something interesting could happen for once...</span>"Oi! Pa!" he called to his father. "CHROÃST. What is it now, son?" The tall, bearded man replied. "Have we got much more work to do?" he answered back with a bit of attitude. The man peered down at his son, "Och i gcuntas DÃ©! You live on a farm for cryin' out loud! There's always work!" All his life Aeden had worked on this farm, now even more so since he had graduated and had yet to start college, believing this would eventually be his lively-hood. He quit his complaining and began helping spread straw in the barn for the sheep's bedding. "In ainm DÃ©!" his father muttered about. He was always speaking in Gaelic, using it to curse this or that, or for secrecy at times since it was a bit of a forgotten language. "Could ye settle down? We never get anything done when you're angry." They hurried through their work, finishing up and finally going their separate ways. "Say hello to mum for me. I'm about to go get some rest." he looked at his father before heading towards his home on the other end of their property. "As always. Tar feic mÃ©." He looked back at his father's loving glance, "DÃ©anfaidh."<br/><br/>He began the long walk to his own home built on the family land. It was growing dark, and his mind began to wonder.<span style="font-style: italic">Why can't anything spectacular happen around here... Something awesome that'll change the pace a bit... He's always so grouchy...</span>He looked up to the somber looking sky.<span style="font-style: italic">I just wish... Something... Anything... Just to change my life even for a day...</span>He made his way to his home, opening the door and making his way inside. He slipped his shoes off by the door, making himself comfortable. "Ah! FÃ¡ilte romhat, nÃ­l a bhuiochas ort!" He laughed a bit, "Turning into ol' dad..." As he made his way to the kitchen he turned on his television, listening to it as he started a pot of coffee, the news channel being on with a newscaster rambling on about something. "Nothing like being back home. It's still so boring though." His face grew a bit gloomy at this thought, "It's been so boring around here my whole life... DamnÃº air... I just wish for once... Somethi-" There was a loud slam that seemed to come from a window in the living room. He blew it off, "Damn birds. Always running into my windows. It's as if they'd like to join me." he thought aloud as he poured his coffee and prepared it. He made his way back into the living room and sat down in his easy chair, sipping on it softly.<br/><br/>ChrÃ­ost - Christ<br/>Och i gcuntas DÃ©! -Oh for God's sake!<br/>In ainm DÃ© - For heaven's sake!<br/>Tar feic mÃ© - Come see me<br/>DÃ©anfaidh - Yes, i will<br/>FÃ¡ilte romhat, nÃ­l a bhuiochas ort - it's a pleasure<br/>DamnÃº air - damn it