Name: Fionnán “Finn” Ó Corráin Age: 20 Nationality / Region: Irish (from County Clare) Role: Literature Student / Soft-Grunge Storyteller Class / Major: Comparative Literature & Folklore School: Université Nouvelle d’Avéron -Grumpy, sarcastic, loyal as hell -Will insult you affectionately within five minutes of meeting -Loves a pint, a pint-sized debate, and then a singalong -Complains constantly but will do anything for his friends -Tells ghost stories like they’re gospel and sings old rebel songs with actual emotion -“I’m not soft, I just like soft things. Big difference.” Finn was born and raised in a coastal village in County Clare, surrounded by crumbling stone walls, green hills, and an ocean that made everything taste of salt. His family runs a pub and plays traditional music — he learned bodhrán and tin whistle before English, allegedly. He’s the middle child of five and carries a chip on his shoulder like a badge of honor. At school, he was the class clown and the poetry nerd at once — he’ll quote Yeats while kicking a football and call it “just a thing I heard once.” He got the scholarship for his writing — biting, lyrical, and full of emotion he won’t admit to — and reluctantly agreed to leave Ireland. Abroad, he’s homesick in the charming, growly way only an Irish lad can be, but he’s secretly thriving. Trivia: -Mixes Irish with English when annoyed -Always carries a tiny notebook full of scraps of poetry and curses -Makes up half his stories — no one knows which half -Stubbornly paints his nails with whatever polish he “borrowed” from Lucas -Loves crows, foxes, and any animal that looks like it might insult you