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Name: Fintan.

Gender: Male.

Date of Birth: 01-28-12

Dust/Essence: Phoenix Feather.

Stage: Child.

Personality: Observant, Blunt, Calm, Sarcastic.


This is the journal of Fintan and Ashton. Follow all of their rules as well as the guild's rules and Gaia TOS.

Name: Fintan
Gender: Male
Stage: Child

Orientation: Unknown
Likes: Experiments, Science, Reading, Exploring,Studying/Observing people and Pears.
Dislikes: Rain/Snow or just general cold, Idiots, Lairs, Large groups and Being ordered around.
Personality: For most who meet Fin for the first time its a split reaction to how one takes to him. They either find him extremely rude and annoying or brilliant and intense; though it does matter what sort of mood the child is in. He's exceptionally observant and to the point, as he finds avoiding the truth very dull and boring. Saying how he thinks and feels; he rarely ever considers how it will make others feel. Its not like he's trying to be nasty, its just he doesn't seem to understand why it would offend someone. Its the truth after all and he calls it as he sees it.
He can spot trouble from a mile away and calculate what has caused it and at times how to solve it. This helps deal when he sneaks out on his own to prowl around town. It is also a good way to keep himself out a trouble and under the radar of his Guardians watchful eye. He likes the challenge of trying to solve some of occurrences, though more for the thrill of the hunt then the helping people part.
Social isn't a word someone would use to describe the child, as he likes to keep to himself and either read or experiment on things. Reading gains knowledge and that is something he seems to thirst for. Better understanding as much as he can helps him with deducing what he can about life around him. Though however is social situations he is relatively calm yet a little more snarky and uneasy with his conversations. His automatic response is to analyze people and if hes rather spiteful mood, he will pick up on things and share even when he knows he shouldn't. So his general lack of social tack makes it difficult to take him to parties.





Guardian





Name: Ashton
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Orientation: Bi
Likes: Sleeping, Playing and Composing Music, and Cherries.
Dislikes: Alcohol, Violence, Early Mornings, Talking about himself and Cooking.
Personality: Ashton is very quiet and reserved; he tends to come off a little antisocial but he’s more socially awkward then anything. He has always been a little shy at least, but he became more awkward as time progressed. Surprisingly he’s very good with a guitar and has a knack for singing; however he’s too shy to sing in front of anyone. Being alone is something he enjoys yet loathes at the best of times. When alone it’s quiet but gives him too much time to be self reflective to the point where he just puts himself down. When around someone he’s sued to, he can be a sarcastic and teasing but all in fun.
History: Ashton grew up as an only child, who loved playing outside with his Best friend Heather. His mother worked at a bakery while his father was a Carpenter; normally his best friend Heather would play with him all day as her mom was his baby sitter. When he was sixteen his father died in an onsite work accident, a support beam of a house fell on him and crushed him. Him and his father had been very close so Ashton took this very hard and started to withdraw himself away from friends and much of the outside world. He started to write more and play more guitar since his father had taught him lots. However as he retreated into himself, he failed to see how ill his mother was. Then when he was seventeen his mother passed of a complication from Pneumonia. Not wanting to lose the house his father built, Aston finished school and got a job washing dishes at a Local pub. Once he was old enough he started Bar tending since he needed the tips to pay more of his bills.






Brother

Name: Ziya
Age: Teen (15-17)
Gender: Male
Orientation: Unknown
Likes: Apples, Mechanical related things, Walks, and Storms
Dislikes:Sleeping in too late, Clutter, and Conflict.
Personality: Ziya is much more bubbly and out going compared to his Guardian and brother. He loves to explore and learn new things so he can broaden his knowledge. Taking things apart and rebuilding them has become a hobby of his, liking to see how things work. Learning to be a mechanic seems to be where he wants to direct his life and time too as he's taking lessons from his guardians friend.
Being outside even in the rain is where he’s normally found, even if its just in his back yard. Though it rarely happens he likes to listen to Ashton play a song and tried to encourage his more secluded counterpart outside and into life. He doesn’t know the full extent of his Guardian nor does he have a very easy time in reading him. Despite that he is really caring and tries to do his best to show his Guardian he’s very capable of doing things on his own. For example, he likes to do the shopping for food when Ashton is fast asleep from pulling a late shift at work, or cleaning the house as well.

All he had wanted was some time alone, was that such a big deal? Apparently it was as Ashton walked down the steps from his house, he could feel the glare at the back of his head. It wasn't Ziya who was giving him a hard time it was Shepard as per usual. The man was smothering him and it was a feeling he wasn't quite used too. The raven haired man was well aware that the taller quieter man cared a great deal but he just couldn't understand why. Ashton had never been overly friendly with him, they had started out really as co workers. However if he really did think back he faintly remembered the other going to school with him but he hung out more with Heather then anyone.
Either way not till after his parents died did he really meet Shepard, workings nights at the bar together. The brunette was there as his back up mostly as if some of the burly sailors got unruly he'd be the one to kindly escort them out. Ashton did most of the drink pouring and chatting up of the clientele oddly enough, despite his great hate for conversation. But despite the wall he'd put up around himself him and Shepard became friends almost and went out to eat together from time to time. It was still fresh in his mind when Shepard finally told him he had feelings for him and he was quite shocked. So shocked that he'd gotten up and walked right out of the diner they were eating in. It was funny how things worked though, now they were pretty much living together as a couple no less. Well as couple as they ever got really as it had been only a couple months. Just because they shared the same bed didn't mean anything happened. It just meant Ashton was too bloody lazy to clean out his parents old bedroom as Ziya occupied the spare room.

Sighing softly, he walked past the shops and into the forest, not even wanting the company of strangers around him. The soft impact of his guitar on his back was a comfort to him as he made his way through the snow. It was a nice reminder of what he had set out to do, besides separating himself from Shepard. He wanted to try and compose again, see if his arm was up to the task of playing a song or two. The stitches were gone but the bandages were there as there was always the chance that if he pushed it the wound would reopen. It was a close contact burn and the shards of glass had dug in deep, so he'd been avoiding in playing. The whole removal of the stitches had been horrible and he was still raw from how painful it had been. Either way he was determined to get back into the swing of normal things.

Walking in no determined direction, he wasn't sure where he'd park himself down to compose. Ashton wanted to get far enough in the forest as so no one could hear him but close enough that he could easily find his way out. Though with the ground heavy with snow and the sky above a little grey, he wasn't overly concerned about others hearing him. The weather outside was partly the reason why Shepard was so unimpressed with him going out today alone.

Shaking his head of those thoughts again, he found himself standing at the edge of a small clearing. There were a hand full of fallen logs, nice places to sit in such an nice open area. It made him feel small as he stood there, his long coat flickered int he slight breeze. There was something strange or eerie about this clearing but he wasn't sure if it was just all in his head or not. Chewing his lower lip, Ashton made his way over tot he nearest log and swiped the snow from it. Sitting down, he pulled his writing book out of his bag and a pencil, setting it on the clear patch on the log beside him. Flipping a few pages, he swung his guitar around and checked its tune. Picking up the tune that he had been trying to work on for the past week or two.

"Serve God, love me and mend
This is not the end
Lived unbruised, we are friends
And I'm sorry
I'm sorry...."

There was no way to describe how it felt to sing and play again, not matter the sting his arm gave. It was like meeting up with a long lost friend, whom you thought had disappeared from your life ages ago. That was probably the only real way to describe what he was feeling he supposed.

"Sigh no more, no more
One foot in sea, one on shore
My heart was never pure
You know me
You know me..."

The tune was slow but it was easy to see int he next bit he was going to pick it up a little bit. That was how he liked his songs sometimes, a little slow and soft at the start and pick up at about mid base.

"But man is a giddy thing
Oh man is a giddy thing
Oh man is a giddy thing
Oh man is a giddy thing...

Love; it will not betray you
Dismay or enslave you, it will set you free
Be more like the man you were made to be"

And at that Ashton paused before getting to far in as the next couple parts he was unsure of on what he'd written. Chewing on his lip he wasn't sure why he'd picked this song to work on today. Sighing softly, he ran his good hand through his hair and looked around at the scenery around him.

As he thought over the lyrics, he paused upon seeing something strange just ahead of him. A couple yards from him; int he middle of the clearing, there was a dry patch. It was oddly in a complete circle and looked as if snow had been cleared away. Arching an eyebrow, he eyed the spot, not having remembered seeing the oddity when he'd arrived. Also now that he'd stopped playing he'd eerily noticed the lack of animal sounds. Not a cry of a bird or a chatter of a squirrel, just dead silence.

A slight discomfort built inside of him as he looked around then back at the spot a ways in front of him. Unsure what to do, he eyed the spot and played a few cords in thought. As he did the circle seemed to widen and the snow melt away right before his eyes. Now that wasn't something you saw every day! Closing his book, he stood as he shifted his guitar onto his back again. Now normally his mind would be telling him to book it home but then that wouldn't solve the curiosity he felt right now.

Taking in a deep breath, Ashton walked carefully up towards the melting spot in clearing. As he walked closer he could feel a strange warmth, not like anything he had ever felt before. It wasn't normal thats for sure. Holding his breath for a moment, he stopped just a little before the lip and closed his eyes for a moment. How scary could it be? Leaning over, he looked into the dry spot and his eyes widened.

"Oh for the love of..." he cursed and stepped back right away. Now he really had to be seeing things, he didn't just see what he thought he just saw... did he? Rubbing his face with both hands, he stood with them covering face as he felt the warmth that was coming from the item in the clearing radiated into him.

Removing his hands, he crouched down and rested a hand into the dry area to hold himself up. Situated right in front of him was a small red bottle, shimmering in its own light. His other hand reached over and moved to pick up the bottle in question. However at first touch it felt much to hot and Ashton hissed softly and fell back. Testy little bugger, perhaps this one wasn't meant for him... but then why did it react to him?

Sitting in the snow now, he felt his behind start to get damp from the cold substance. Growling a little, he moved and glared down at the little seemingly innocent bottle. They never were as innocent as they seemed now where they? Sighing a little he tried to pick it up again, this time it wasn't as piping hot. He picked it up and ran his fingers over the smooth glass, admiring the red, gold and orange tones it held. This one was much different then Ziya's but then it seemed each dust had its own, thing...

"Well its not like I can leave you out here....." he said softly and stood, dusting the snow off of himself.

"How am I going to explain this one?"

*Song used was Sigh no More by Mumford and Sons

{Spinning Around}

Link

Status: In progress

Heavy breathing and the odd smell of smoke would be the first few things one would notice upon entering the house hold. The smell of the smoke was dense in the home, the charred remains of a once beloved couch was the first pieces of evidence of the fire. The two young men who had fought the fire were now standing in the kitchen, one sitting at the kitchen table, head in his hands while the other was sitting up on the counter. A tried look was painted across the face of the brightly colored teen, smudges of soot and sweat all over him.

"So.... what do we do now?" Ziya asked suddenly, disrupting the silence that seemed to have taken over. "Shepard is going to be home soon and he's going to be mad that we didn't call the fire department or him for help..."

A heavy sigh was heard from Ashton, his face still in his hands as dark locks of hair danced just around his wrists. "What good would he had been Ziya? He was more then twenty minutes away even if he ran.... were we just supposed to watch the living room burn? And if we called the Fire department how do we explain how the fire started?" Ashton muttered, finally lifting his head from his hands. There too were smudges of soot on his face as well, the bandage around his forearm soggy from the water. "As for what we should do..... uh get the cans from outside and a shovel? There's nothing to save.." He suggested before looking back at the ruined couch. It fell silent again between them, only the sound of rain now being heard over all else. The rain started to fall heavier, pitter pattering across the roof of the home.

"I wasn't just talking about the couch...." Ziya replied, curling his fingers around the lip of the counter. He too looked back towards the livingroom, unsure about what sort of activity the bottle they assumed was in there still. "Do you think its over?"

"Hopefully...." Ashton sighed as he leaned back in the chair, looking at the lightening teen now. Receiving a quiet nod in response, the older of the two sighed again and closed his eyes tiredly. What a mess, honestly when Ziya had gone through this stage he had done all of his destroying outside of the house. He knew Shepard roughly understood what Ziya was and how he came to be but it still didn't make explaining this to him easy.

Suddenly, as if all the air had been sucked out of the room, there was yet another swirling burst of flames from the livingroom. It swirled in a firey column of flames, not quite reaching to the roof again. Both men yelled loudly and ran for their buckets. Filling them with practice, they tossed the deep buckets of water at the fire. This time however an indignant sputter was heard as the flames almost disappeared as quickly as they had appeared. When the duo lowered their buckets, they were mildly surprised to see what was before them.

"Was that honestly necessary?" came the indignant question. Standing right where the flames and presumably the bottle had been stood a child. With wild orange hair with what appeared to have feathers threaded in the layers of hair. Shockingly bright golden hues were slightly narrowed in displeasure as the child inspected his damp hair and clothing.

Seeing that the two before him weren't going to say anything, the child sighed and gingerly crawled out of the ruins of the couch. He then took his scarf off and wrung it out into the carpet then looked up when Ashton made a sound. "The carpet is already ruined, so what little water is in my scarf isn't going to do any more damage then whats already been done" the child added, eying the two who were still eying him.

It seemed to be a stare off of sorts till Ziya broke eye contact and ran upstairs. he soon returned with a towel and draped it over the boys small shoulders. "So you're the little fire bug" Ziya grinned a little and made to towel dry the child's hair.

"I'm hardly a bug or little" The child grumbled, swatting the teens hands away from him. Settling with wrapping the towel around himself, he looked up at the teen then over at the still silent raven haired man. "So you're my guardian then?" He questioned, looking over at Ashton.

"I am.... and you've caused quite a bit of trouble tonight... that was a perfectly good couch you just lit on fire" Ashton said finally, walking further into the room to look at the child.

The red head looked at the couch, as if trying to figure out why this was such a big deal. "Its just a couch.... its not like there aren't more couches out there..."

"Thats not the point!" Ashton exclaimed, sounding none too pleased with the boys lack of empathy on the matter. "It had sentimental value"

The child's nose wrinkled a little as if the other had said something his clearly didn't understand, which seemed to be the case. "Anyways....." The child started, changing the subject quickly. "What are your names? And more importantly... whats mine?"

Ashton sighed a little and looked to Ziya, who just shrugged his shoulders a little as he stood to the left of the child. "I'm Ashton, that is your brother Ziya... who is like you but lightening... and your name is Fintan...." He explained, earning a nod from the child. Him and Shepard had come up with the name a couple nights ago. It felt odd picking out the name just the two of them, as with Ziya the name had instantly come it him. Maybe it was because this time he had more time to think on the name then with Ziya where it had been a complete surprise.

"Alright.... and whats your name then?" Fintan asked, looking past the others to the very tall man who was standing back in the kitchen. No one had noticed the arrival of the taller male except the fire bird of course.

"Shepard....." The deep voice male said as he walked closer to the trio, looking confused. "What is going on Ashton.... and what happened to the couch?" He asked softly, standing right behind the raven haired male. The brunette seemed to look at the two dust children then at Ashton, who seemed to be a little lost for words.

"I will explain later.... lets get Fintan into some dry clothes and into a bed... its late... and I don;t feel like dealing with this right now...." Ashton sighed and ran a hand through his hair. A room hadn't quite been cleared for Fintan, as his parents own old room was the only one left. Ashton was still trying to decide if it was a better idea to put him and Shepard into that room and give his old room to Fintan or just put Fintan into his parents old room. The plan was to put the child on the couch till it was all sorted out but it looked like that was out of the question.

Shepard just nodded and walked upstairs, seeming none to pleased as to what was going on. Ashton just sighed at looked at the two boys who were watching him now. "Ziya.... why don't you and Fin share the room till we get this all sorted okay? I know sharing a room isn't overly great but till we work out where everyone will go its going to have to do.... no and's if's or buts" He added when he saw Fintan look as if he was going to say something in response. Seeing the fire child just huff and cross his arms over his chest, he pointed for the two boys to head upstairs.

"Come on Fin! I can show you all the neat stuff I've got and explain some stuff to you!"

"Oh joy....."

Their chatter could be heard heading up the stairs to the teens room and Ashton smiled for a moment. The house would never quite be the same.