#rowena stuart — intro.

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❝ TRUE that love in WITHDRAWAL was the weeping of ME . ❞

☼☾  (  saoirse  ronan  ,  30  ,  they/she  ,  non-binary  femme  ,  stuart  4  )  -  have  you  seen  ROWENA  STUART?    we’ve  heard  through  the  grapevine  that  they’re  DRUIDIC  but  also  NAIVE. when  you  think  of  them  ,  you  think  of  runes  etched  into  leather  and  stone,  dandelion  and  nettle  tea,  a  candlelit  shrine  to  the  gods.

parallels  :  jo march  (  little women  )  ;  misty day  ( american  horror  story: coven )  ;  nell crain  (  the  haunting  of  hill  house  )  ; luna lovegood ( harry potter )

BASIC  INFO

FULL  NAME:  rowena niamh stuart

AGE:  thirty

GENDER:  nonbinary woman

PRONOUNS:  they/she

ORIENTATION:  pansexual panromantic

LANGUAGE(S)  SPOKEN:  primary  —  english, scots, gaelic;  conversational  —  french

ACCENT:  scottish

LABEL:  the  druid;  a prophetic soothsayer; someone who seems to have a spiritual connection with the gods.

APPEARANCE  &  PERSONALITY

FACE  CLAIM:  saoirse ronan

HEIGHT:  five feet, six inches

HAIR  COLOUR:  dark blonde, curly & thick, down to her waist

EYE  COLOUR:  pale blue, but somehow warm & inviting

USUAL  EXPRESSION:   pleasant and friendly, but lost in thought; looking off into nothingness as if daydreaming.

POSITIVE  TRAITS:  gentle-hearted,  selfless,  kind,  friendly,  exuberant,  protective,  observant,  playful, spiritual, romantic

NEGATIVE  TRAITS:  naive,  anxious,  fearful,  scatterbrained,  capricious,  skittish, ditzy, ecclesiastic

FAMILY

MOTHER:  unnamed queen of scotland

FATHER:  graeme stuart, king of scotland

SIBLINGS:  violet stuart, princess of scotland; gwendolyn stuart, princess of scotland

THINGS  TO  KNOW

you  were  born  on  the  first  day  of  spring,  silent  as  you  arrived,  your  eyes  opening  to  reveal  a  look  of  wonder. the  midwives  said  you  looked  as  if  you  had  seen  it  all  before;  like  your  soul  had  already  been  reborn  a  thousand  times  over. 

it  started  when  you  were  a  baby,  really;  the  nonsensical  wailing,  the  inconsolable  fits. your  parents  thought  you  might  have  colic,  and  then  maybe  that  you  might  not  be  developing  quite  right,  but  you  grew  just  fine,  learned  to  walk  and  talk  at  the  same  age  as  everyone  else. but  the  fits  remained. sometimes,  you'd  suddenly  stop  what  you  were  doing,  take  one,  two,  three  heaving  breaths  and  then  BURST  into  tears  like  something  terrible  had  just  happened  to  you.

but,  see,  that's  the  thing  —  that's  what  it  felt  like. randomly,  in  the  middle  of  a  meal  with  your  family  all  around  you,  or  while  you  were  out  in  the  fields  chaining  daisies  together  to  make  a  crown  with  your  sisters,  safe  as  can  be,  you  would  suddenly  feel  like  the  world  was  ending,  or  like ��someone  very  close  to  you  had  died. it  was  uncontrollable  and  all-encompassing  —  the  worst  sadness  and  fear  you'd  ever  felt,  hitting  like  a  tidal  wave  for  no  apparent  reason.

at  first,  your  family  believed  it  was  just  a  quirk,  something  you  might  grow  out  of. but  then  things  started  to  line  up  in  ways  that  felt  too  convenient  to  be  a  coincidence. when  you  were  five,  you  threw  a  fit,  screaming  about  how  "something  terrible  was  going  to  happen,"  and  the  next  day,  a  sentry  would  come  running  to  alert  the  royal  family  that  a  terrible  storm  was  coming  and  would  hit  in  less  than  an  hour. the  flash  floods  that  ensued  wiped  out  entire  groves  of  centuries-old  trees. when  you  were  seven,  you  halted  a  make-believe  session  with  your  sisters  and  bursted  into  tears,  wailing  the  words,  "they're  all  going  to  die."  that  evening,  a  soldier  reported  that  entire  herds  of  cows  in  the  upper  highland  ranches  were  dropping  dead  from  an  unknown  illness.

you  became  something  of  a  beacon. it  wasn't  always  true  —  sometimes  you'd  have  one  of  your  episodes  and  nothing  would  come  of  it. but  your  family  never  faltered  in  their  precautions,  because  more  often  than  pure  chance,  you  were  right. eventually,  your  family's  spiritual  advisors  heralded  you  as  a  DRUID  —  a  blessed  individual,  somebody  who  has  a  special  connection  to  the  gods.

people  from  other  cultures  insist  that  it's  not  real,  that  there's  no  way  you're  clairvoyant,  that  you  can  see  the  future. and  honestly,  you're  not  so  sure  of  it  yourself. but  you  can't  deny  what  happens  when  an  episode  strikes  —  that  feeling  of  being  overcome  with  doom,  the  all-encompassing  tidal  wave  of  dread. you  became  convinced  from  a  young  age  that  the  gods  had  given  you  this  ability  as  a  way  to  help  people.

so,  you  spend  your  adolescence  and  young  adulthood  becoming  more  and  more  devout  to  the  gods  who  had  given  you  this  gift. you  pray  to  them  every  dawn  and  dusk. you  have  a  shrine  to  dagda  in  your  chambers,  where  you  always  keep  a  candle  lit  —  you've  never  let  it  go  out,  not  in  the  twenty  years  since  you  built  it. you  have  countless  books  filled  with  runes  and  rituals,  and  you  know  recipes  for  healing  elixirs  like  the  back  of  your  hand.

but  even  stronger  than  your  devotion  to  your  gods  is  your  loyalty  to  your  family. you  are  a  STUART,  and  you  know  deep  in  your  heart  that  it's  your  purpose  to  love  and  serve  your  family. your  sisters  are  your  best  friends  and  you  tell  them  anything  and  everything,  despite  how  they  might  think  your  ecclesiastic  tangents  to  be  a  bit  boring. there's  no  one  else  you'd  rather  spend  your  days  with.

HEADCANONS

obviously,  rowena  is  not  actually  clairvoyant  !  she  is  mostly  just  a  very  anxious  and  deeply  intuitive  person  and  sometimes,  an  unexplainable  terrible  feeling  just  washes  over  her. sometimes it's nonsensical, but sometimes it's because she's observed signs of disaster that other people haven't, and sometimes without even realizing she's noticed them herself. in  scot/gaelic  culture  &  mythology,  there  are  individuals  called  druids  who  are  heralded  as  having  a  connection  to  the  gods,  and  are  believed  to  have  sensitivities  like  clairvoyance. so,  in  her  family's  culture,  it  makes  sense  that  she  would  be  treated  as  one.

she  is  a  deeply  romantic  person  and  is  always  finding  ways  to  notice  and  cultivate  love  in  her  life,  platonic  and  romantic. she  is  the  kind  of  friend  who  will  spend  hours  making  you  a  handmade  gift,  just  because  she  wants  to.

she  is  very  " religious "  in  the  sense  that  she  is  deeply  devoted  to  the  gaelic/celtic  gods. she  prays  every  dawn  and  dusk.

she  is  a  pacifist  by  nature,  but  has  a  fiery  heart  (  and  a  lot  of  fire  in  her  zodiac  chart,  although  she  would  have  no  idea  what  that  means!  ). she  is  fiercely  loyal  to  her  family  and  loved  ones  and  would  fight  anyone  who  tries  to  hurt  them.

she's  friendly  to  a  fault,  and  is  always  actively  seeking  out  the  good  in  people,  even  those  who  don't  see  it  in  themselves. she  wants  to  believe  that  everyone  is  a  good  person,  which  can  get  her  into  trouble  sometimes.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

friends:  she  definitely  has  lots  and  lots  of  friends!  anyone  who  is  kind  to  her  is  a  friend  in  her  book.

unlikely  friend:  she  is  desperate  to  see  the  good  in  people,  so  i  think  it  would  be  super  cute  if  there  was  someone  who  is  a  total  grump,  and  she's  managed  to  weasel  her  way  under  their  skin  !

a  fated  love:  listen ...... this  could  be  so  soft. someone  she  thinks  was  sent  by  the  gods. an  angel  in  human  skin. or  maybe  someone  who  makes  her  question  her  faith. LISTEN ....