<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:OfficeDocumentSettings> <o:RelyOnVML/> <o:AllowPNG/> </o:OfficeDocumentSettings> </xml><![endif]--> Name: AlastarO’Donnell Gender: Male Age: 24 Personality: Alastar is one of the kinder—and younger—earls in the northern part of Ireland. While he is a gentle man, he does feel especially strong about his opinions. He won’t hesitate to voice them if he feels challenged. However, he has an easy smile and a trusting face, and is quicker to trust than distrust. Appearance: See right, just more old-fashioned and with greener eyes. History: Born to the late Earl O’Donnel’s family through wedlock, it was at first uncertain if Alastar would become the next earl or not. When his father and his father’s wife died during an especially cruel winter, he inherited the title, with no other legitimate heir to be found. Running his land as his father did, he tried to keep things as normal for the people as possible. "Meredith, shut and lock the windows, please," Alastar said, glancing out one of them worriedly. If they left the windows open, with the storm that was coming, they'd be in for one hell of a flood. It had seemed that in the space of a few hours, the sky had gone from clear, pale blue to blackened and looming. "Yes, Master," she said, already getting at some of the windows of his large mansion. It was more like a castle, designed to withstand not only the harsh weather of the northernmost part of Ireland, but also the armies of old. It was build mostly of stone, with towers and arrow slits towards the southern parts. Sitting atop a large hill, it overlooked miles upon miles of empty fields, with a small village towards the south-east, just barely within sight on a clear day. Catching sight of Conor, Alastar told him, "Check the stables, make sure the horses will be fine." Leaving him with a smile, he set about getting the windows shut, helping Meredith when needed.