#if the man in the ruff isn't one of his real ancestors he is his ancestor in spirit

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List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to simblrs whose sims you adore 💜

We're going with Alasdair, because he needs more attention all the time.

His birthday can coincide with Mardi Gras! His mother, never one for age-appropriate parties for children, or age-appropriate behavior around children in general, used to celebrate this in lavish style. His first loose tooth came out on the bean in a king cake. Does he appreciate the costume I've so lovingly dressed him in? Absolutely not!

His mother used to powder his hair excessively as a child so that it would look pink, similar to this gentleman's, rather than his very brilliant red. After all, for some strange reason, red hair was considered ugly! The rest of his siblings, when they were old enough to tolerate it, got a lighter touch of powder, with their natural hair tones ranging from strawberry blonde to mousy brown.

Alasdair learned quickly not to mention his "less-visible friends" at home, because when he told one of his governesses about the man in the ruff, she thought he meant an actual man and was reasonably alarmed at the prospect of a stranger roaming around! Once the house was torn apart and nobody could find anyone unaccounted for, especially not in fancy dress--Papa had some choice words for Mama's choices of entertainment there--he was punished for "telling lies" and "scaring the help" and "making a scene" and sent to bed without any supper. The governess was given a day off for her very frazzled nerves.

He enjoys climbing, and in a modern AU, would perhaps have been one of those people who tries to set records for climbing various cliffs and mountains. (As an adult in Spain, he looked forwards to perhaps going on a nice hike in the mountains if he had the chance, until something derailed that. Will have looked forward to? He's hard to give a proper tense to.)

As a very young child, probably between Catherine's and Gramps' Graham's age, he once came upon his mother's snuff-box unattended, and took a largish handful and ate it, believing it was a new variety of brown sugar. It was a horrendous surprise to him that tobacco did not taste like brown sugar, and the whole thing promptly came back up all over the very expensive carpet. His nurse was sacked for not watching him closely (one of the very few times the sacking was deserved), and he was laid up in bed with a stomachache for the next day. As an adult, he has an instinctive horror of snuff and chewing tobacco, preferring a pipe if he absolutely must engage in smoking. Surprisingly, he has no such qualms about brown sugar!