Oisin
Squire Oisin
Oisin is a Human boy of 11 or 12 who walks the line between two worlds, though he has never known one of them. Taken from the mortal realm as a baby and replaced with a changeling, Oisin was spirited away to Álfheimr, where he grew up surrounded by beauty and wonder, yet always feeling slightly out of place. Though the Fey court raised him, and the magic of Álfheimr has shaped his childhood, Oisin knows in his heart that he does not belong. The air of The Feywild hums through his lungs, but it is not his birthright. The stars of Álfheimr shine above him, but they do not recognize him as their own. His mortal essence, untouched by the enchantments that suffuse everything around him, makes him feel like an outsider even as he strives to prove his worth to those who gave him a place.
Oisin’s appearance is a blend of mortal youth and Fey refinement. His ginger, tousled hair always seems a little too wild for the courtly elegance of Álfheimr, and his wide, expressive eyes, the color of summer leaves, carry an unspoken longing for something he cannot name. His features are soft and youthful, but there is a quiet intensity in his gaze that speaks of a boy who has spent his life trying to live up to expectations that were never meant for him. Though he carries himself with the poise and discipline expected of a Squire, there’s a rawness to his movements, a reminder that beneath the grace instilled by the court, he is still a mortal boy seeking to carve out his own path.
Oisin serves as squire to Black Bill, a grim and battle-hardened knight whose reputation for ruthlessness is whispered even beyond the borders of Álfheimr. Under Black Bill’s strict tutelage, Oisin has learned discipline, swordplay, and the grim realities of war. Oisin idolizes Black Bill, seeing in him the strength and certainty that he himself longs to possess. Though Black Bill’s methods are often brutal, Oisin endures, determined to prove himself worthy of becoming a knight in the Court of Álfheimr. His devotion is unwavering, and every bruise, every grueling training session, is endured with the hope that one day, he will earn his place at Black Bill’s side—not as a squire, but as an equal.
Yet, a quiet uncertainty lingers within Oisin, a whisper in the back of his mind that questions where he truly belongs. He knows nothing of his mortal family, only that a changeling lived in the life that was once his. Though he tries to bury these thoughts, a part of him wonders if he is fighting to belong in a world that will never fully accept him. His loyalty to Black Bill and Álfheimr is sincere, but there are moments—when the wind carries the scent of something unfamiliar yet strangely comforting—that Oisin’s heart aches for a home he has never known. Still, he pushes these doubts aside, driven by an unrelenting desire to prove his worth and become the knight he dreams of becoming, even if it means denying the call of a distant, forgotten life.
Current Location
Species
Ethnicity
Children
Current Residence
Álfheimr
Pronouns
He/Him
Gender
Male
Presentation
Masculine
Eyes
Green
Hair
Mop of ginger curls
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Pale and freckled, so freckled
Aligned Organization
Other Affiliations