aonghus
( Aengus Γg, Mac ind Γg, Mac Γg, Maccan )
Lennan "Len" Gillespie
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Celtic
Role
God of love, youth, and beauty associated with
youth
Loyalty
The Awakened
Asleep
Aonghus usually watches over Caer Ibormeith's
descendants, and finds her reincarnations to woo
in the hopes that part of her may still love him
and remember him.
In his grief upon the most recent reincarnation's
death, he slumbered for 156 years, tired,
disillusioned with the inherent mortality of
humans and not finding much reason to stay
awake.
Awake
He woke up roughly three months ago, and is
still picking up the pieces both from his
slumber and his most recent bereavement.
Hex Colour
#b03638
Face Claim
Drew Van Acker
He is depicted as being followed around by four birds, singing songs beautiful enough to make people fall in love in their wake. His most of powers are still effective even with the lack of people actually worshipping or telling tales of him, save for the odd modern reference here and there, or at the very least indirectly worshipping him through worshipping love; however, being able to bring people back from the dead is a fair bit of trouble nowadays. Thanks to the spread of major religions in the Celtic regions he once had dominion over, particularly in his native Ireland, he now has significant competition on his hands. The raising of Lazarus bit was a tad more poignant, he'd give their new god that.
Personality
- Quirks/Habits
Tapping out rhythms to old tunes when bored Β· Tapping out rhythms to new tunes when bored Β· Singing [in the shower] Β· Picking at things (particularly the corners of book pages) Β· Sniffing before eating something Β· Jotting down ideas on anything (including skin) the first time it pops up
Likes Deriving amusement from Americans going on about their 'Irishness' Β· Trying to amuse children Β· Waves crashing on rocks Β· Quick thinkers Β· Those unafraid to speak their minds Β· Conversations Β· Exploring Β· Mexican food Β· Butterflies Β· Genealogy Β· Four xs
Dislikes Being constantly reminded of the past Β· Gossips Β· Liars Β· Betrayal Β· Impatient people Β· Reckless drunkenness ('There's always a time, place, and amount.') Β· Any form of abuse Β· Liquorice
Talents/Skills
Singing Β· Playing several musical instruments Β· Wordsmith Β· Some fighting experience Β· First Aid
Flaws/Weaknesses
Can lash out when offended Β· Trusts fairly easily Β· May fall prey to chicanery if particularly vulnerable
Fears
Losing more people Β· Fading into oblivion Β· Being disappointed
He grew up relatively ignorant of his own heritage, assuming that the great amount of attention he was given as a child was normal for children his age. It wasn't until he was a little older that he discovered that the man he called father wasn't, all thanks to a quarrel with the proud prig of a son of a Firbolg and fellow fosterling. He had come home that day sobbing, lamenting the fact that he did not know who his parents were; it was only then that Midir revealed Aonghus's paternity and, in addition, his relation to him as half-brother. Upon the latter's request, they set out to have the Dagda acknowledge his paternity and claim land rightfully his. It was around that period that he met the MΓ³rrΓgan. However, he did not establish much of a relationship with her; it was only during the impending threat of their diminishing powers that he tried to form a reluctant one with the belligerent goddess.
Despite making learning of his divinity, he never stopped thinking of himself as more mortal than divine, which had made transitioning to regular mortal life a bit easier. He maintained ties with Midir, and even aided in winning Γtain for him and countering the spells his jealous first wife Fuamnach cast on her, depicted in Tochmarc Γtaine.
It seemed that in the haze of satisfaction with playing matchmaker and interacting with mortals he had forgotten himself. A watershed in his perception of his divinity came with the simplest, and yet the most complicated, of eventsβhe had fallen in love.
One night, Aonghus grew fascinated with a woman in his dreams. Initially, he had dismissed it as a one-off and thought little of itβthat was until she visited him almost nightly after that. Worse still was that she never told him her name. Again, he dismissed the experiences, this time as merely dreams, and told no one of his pining. No one had really bothered to ask. However, he had not anticipated the illness that followed the loneliness and pining. After confirming that it had indeed stemmed from it, he, Boann, and the Dagda embarked on a search throughout Ireland to find the maiden. He eventually learned that Caer Ibormeith was her name, and warned that it would not be easy to find her. When he did find her at Loch Bel Dragon, she was with 150 more young women who were turned into swans. To test him, he would pick which one of the swans was the most like Caer, and long story short he turned himself into a swan and flew away with her, singing songs that put everyone to sleep for three days.
She remained with him ever sinceβor rather, he was with her throughout her lifetime.
He had centuries enough of deaths of people he knew and loved, and though he was long since weary he continued to watch over Caer Ibormeith's family and, upon finding out the possibility of her reincarnation, sought to find themβat least, within the confines of Ireland. Each did remember their past with him to varying extents, but there was one woman he found whose memories were stronger than the others'. Her name was Fionnuala NΓ Caiside. He was known as Diarmuid Mac Giolla Easpaig then.
It was 1847. Many would have considered poor Fionnuala plain and frail, and due for spinsterhood if no one would take her, but what she lacked for physically she made up for in intellect. She was an avid reader, a skilled writer, an advocate for womens' rights and, as he would later discover in the early stages of their acquaintance, a talented illustrator rather fond of drawing swans. Despite her being a Christian, he was drawn to her, although he had only come to know her because her paternal grandfather called on him as he continued to read to her and tell tales of the old pantheon. He was only able to touch her as those very tales had enriched her childhood and adult life.
It took her a while for the memories of her old self to return. When they had returned, it was at the cost of the physical weakening of her reincarnation. They married after 3 years and while their marriage was a successful one, the subject of children became a sensitive one. Aonghus grew wary of her vessel's condition and feared that if she were to conceive it would prove fatal. It took great prodding before he finally agreed to do it. She bore healthy twins after two miscarriages, but their happiness was short-lived when she fell ill and succumbed to puerperal fever. Worse still was that he could not raise her from the dead as he could before, owing to the fact that the Celtic pantheon had weakened significantly due to the rise of Christianity in Ireland. He had tried his best to raise his two new demigod children in his grief but found he could not. Once he was sure that the both of them were in his sister-in-law's good hands, he decided to travel with the droves of immigrants coming into the United States, explored a few states during their travels (particularly Pennsylvania, New York, Illinois and, finally, California) before he slumbered in 1859.
The moment he awakened, the sensation of falling that he had sought to cease when he slumbered only continued, though it took some time to recollect just why he was feeling that way. When he did he decided to start his life anew, he began writing his own songs and busking on the street to bide his time whilst trying to adjust to the 21st century.