"And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale." Seòras Harwood, former heir the to Harwood estate. Recently deceased, self proclaimed Lord of the Deep Beyond, or more truthfully, one of the Thousand Lochs within the continent of Cala a bhàis. Seòras is in, or technically was, in his early twenties. His pronouns are he/him and he was born in the world Cala a bhàis, with the year being somewhere within the 1880s. Time moves forward, but technology never completely evolves because souls are replaced. And in Seòras' case, after passing away young due to a political coup where he was found discarded within in a ditch, he was cremated with his ashes spread into the loch he is now trapped in. There, he now lurks, a creature of the depths rather than something trapped within the Endless Woods. Ironically, beings like him have more freedom than their earthbound kin, but there is the fact that once they're trapped in water, they can never leave. That's the theory, anyways. (*cough hint curses aren't enitrely set in stone cough*)
I love Artemas' music but also in life, Seòras was someone arrogant and amorous who had everything handed to him on a silver platter. And now, within the murky waters, he rots. He's lost his wealth, his humanity, and his understanding of what it meant for there to be order in the world.
