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Full Name Dr. Aiden Michael Kennedy Aliases/Nickname(s) Aidie by his sister DOB/Age 29, July 8 Hometown/Time Period Galway, Ireland | present day Citizenship(s) Ireland

Height/Build 6’4”, looks like he could carry an entire library by himself. Hair/Eyes Dark brown, sapphire blue Twin dimples that constantly make an appearance. A lock of hair that always falls onto his forehead. Glasses first thing in the morning and at night. A ring of clover tattooed right above his left knee. Prefers to be dressed in business casual with his shirtsleeves rolled up.

Job Title Preservationist Length of Employment Two years Housing TBD Recruitment He was headhunted for his code breaking skills after news got out his was working on cracking an unbreakable cipher. Work-related Skills Extremely organized. Can put together a 1,000 piece puzzle in under an hour if uninterrupted. Great at cracking codes and identifying even the smallest anomaly. Fast reader.

Aiden Kennedy grew up in a house full of women and stories, where emotions were loud, books were louder, and the swing under the willow tree was the best seat in the house. The only boy among five kids — wedged between a formidable older sister and three spirited younger ones — he became fluent in diplomacy, disaster management, and the fine art of hair braiding before he was ten. No one in the Kennedy household ever confirmed which of his mums— Siobhan or Eve — was his biological parent, and Aiden never asked. It didn’t matter. Love was not rationed in the Kennedy home, and neither was noise. What Aiden did crave, though, was silence — the kind only his grandfather offered. A decorated WWII veteran with a dry wit and a mind like a steel trap, his granddad told stories that weren’t just stories. They were layered, coded, a challenge. That’s where it started: Aiden’s fascination with puzzles, with hidden messages and elegant solutions. By the time he hit sixteen, he was solving things no one else could, and by eighteen, Oxford had handed him a degree and asked him politely not to show off too much. He didn’t stay long. Academia moved too slowly for someone whose mind didn’t know how to idle, so he returned to Trinity for his master’s and PhD, chasing the one thing that had stumped even his grandfather — an unsolvable wartime cipher no one had cracked in nearly eighty years. That’s when TEA showed up, and the rest is history.

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