(He prefers to be called 'Ai')
((I couldn't find anything anime that fit what I was envisioning, for which I apologize. I'll keep looking for one that is, though.))
Age: Unknown. Allegedly thousands of years old.
Appearance: Mr. Ollamain is possibly the most skeletal, most deathly looking human-like creature you are likely to see living and breathing. Well... In a manner of speaking as, being a Banshee, he isn't technically alive which is perhaps a good explanation for his pale, slightly bluish but otherwise unsullied complexion. His lack of substance often borders on the ridiculous, his spindly and gangly frame sometimes only just within the borders of human possibility and accentuated by his enormous height: Almost 7 feet tall. That being said, however corpse-like his body or ice cold skin, he always appears to be full of life and movement if a little lacking in strength. He has an air of despair and mourning about him, partly due to his gaunt but handsome features, but is almost always grinning revealing a most disturbing display of needle-like teeth. Like most relatives of the Fey, Aoi remains quite good looking despite this and his wildly spiked, red hair thick and lustrous albeit smelling suspiciously of blood. His eyes are, quite literally, empty; nothing fills those seemingly endless caverns aside from the plumes of black and red smoke that pour from them. Ai seems to be fond of wearing suspenders, waist coats and converses, usually red in colour and when in non-corporeal form he appears only as a thick grey, red-tinged smoke. Upon hearing news of the new arrivals the Banshee has taken to wearing suits stuffed with tissues and enchantments from Sebastian to make his eyes green as well as teeth less terrifying if still disconcertingly small and... sharp. He has a thick Irish Brogue, smooth and lyrical that always contains a hint of sour humour.
Occupation: Teacher (Music and English) and 'messenger'/keener of deaths (compulsory for banshees).
Alliance: Underworld
Race: Banshee
Mr. Ollamain is one of the lesser known male Banshees, being often mistaken instead for the Far Darrig for his hair and mischief. Like all banshees he has the ability to let out a most bizarre and powerful wail, his being particularly mournful and piercing, as well as a sort of sixth sense as to when someone is about to die or be injured. Also like the rest he can become an apparition, turning into a non-corporal form for short periods of time. Unfortunately, due to the unnatural nature of his becoming a Banshee, he cannot otherwise change forms and is stuck looking like he's from the 'uncanny valley', making it difficult to appear human.
Personality: Aoi is, put simply, highly unstable. He is relentlessly impulsive, quick to act on an idea, musing or emotion without much thought into the consequences to himself. This explains his tendency to tell jokes at inappropriate times or on bad subjects, loving a good practical joke or any kind of humour and never quite thinking it through. Of course, his pranks rarely end well and his humour, more often than not, vitriolic but he never causes mischief nor cracks a joke unless he finds it suitably amusing. Unfortunately others aren't so quick to see it that way. The intense, fleeting nature of his emotions also lend to this impulsiveness; manic in his happiness and near suicidal in his depressions, rarely taking a moderate approach to any activity and hyperactive at the best of times. This Banshee though not slow tempered tends not to be affected in the slightest by most insults, replying in kind with venomous good humour. He does, on the other hand, love a good argument and has such a way with words that it is sure to be like a verbal fencing match.
While very probably insane and most definitely foolish despite his age Mr. Ollamain is extremely intelligent, a sharp mind matching his sharp tongue. It is part of what makes him so good at making coherent, powerful arguments and has had time to learn quite a lot but a little rusty on maths or similar subjects. In his time he has learnt to at least dabble in most instruments from bagpipes to washboards but particularly fond of the guitar and piano. More impressive still is his inherent creativity stemming from his former existence as a god of poetry, his poems and, by extension, considerations of literature being one of the few endeavors which he takes a careful approach. That is not to say he is slow to create poems or stories however and is known to ramble off on wild, improvised explanations. He simply can't resist trying to make an impact on everything which, much to his frustration, is difficult in other mediums given his race. When it comes to music it is like the instrument is a part of his soul and his improvisations are almost always dripping with melancholy or unfathomable anger as a result. He hides the worst of his swirling, dark emotions bottled up from his lengthy existence from the other citizens and his unsightly eating habits.
Unbeknown to most, Aoi is a bit of a hopeless romantic and has trouble reading human emotions, feeling a little awkward around them at times as he's not used to seeing live ones. He is, on the other hand, considered one of the more fun and interesting teachers at the school.
Bio: Aoi Mac Ollamain, remembered by scholars as the mortal Irish god of poetry, born with a bad omen and saved from death at the King's hands by his father. Of course, this is only the beginning of his story which has been long since forgotten by humans. The dark haired, thin boy was soon made the King's personal bard and used his natural creativity and wit to please the nobility and whomever he felt needed it. When he grew up to be an impulsive man he fell deeply in love with a beautiful woman and she, like in many tragedies, would ultimately cause his demise. The woman was engaged to another man but Ai could not be dissuaded, pursuing her with his wit, charm and poetry. She was stubborn, determined to marry her fiance but Aoi was too foolish to let it go and soon won her heart, convincing her to run away with him. Unfortunately the would be husband was equally determined and could not stand this betrayal, giving chase.
One day Ai left his lover alone for a few hours, wandering off into the forest to find some trinket or flower he briefly found so important. This was long enough for the vengeful fiance to find the woman, however, angry but begging her to return to his arms. She refused, claiming she had found a new love but the man would not be scorned and in a fury murdered her with his dagger. He left the blade stuck in her unfaithful heart, stalking off into the countryside. Aoi returned and, finding his lover murdered, fell into a vengeful, despairing madness from which he could not recover. Pulling the bloody dagger from her chest he swore the next blood it spilled would be that of the husband and so ran after him. It took several days but soon enough he found the one who wronged them. The blade cut so deep that blood covered Ai's hair, hands and face almost completely. It did not satisfy him as he thought it would, returning to the body of his lover and crying to the heavens as he cut out his heart.
It was, perhaps, unfortunate for this mortal god at this point that he did not die, at least not in the usual sense. Maybe it was something in his blood, the hurting of his heart or the power of his cry but, whatever the cause, Aoi Mac Ollamain became one of the Bean Sidhe: A Banshee, but a broken one at that. Unlike his now kin he was stuck in an exaggerated, twisted characterture of his former self with hair red from blood, teeth sharp from revenge and eyes empty from despair. He, for many years, did the work of the Banshees; Heralding the death of humans to loved ones, sometimes helping their ghosts figure out what to do with their afterlife... Ai grew tired of this depressing existence, often inflicting practical jokes on the mortals which led him being confused with the 'Red Man' of Irish myth. Eventually, he found Sanctuaire Éstrange and, on a whim, joined their community as a teacher.
Opinion: Mixed, he wants to get to know the humans a little better before he casts any harsh judgment on them. His view on things often changes in any case.