Aodh

Aodh Olcán Seanáin

Played by Onishadowolf (Inactive)

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personality

Arrogant, quick to jump in a fight to back someone up, collective but uncoiled at the same time, polite, sarcastic, and snarky. Deep emotional issues shown through those last two.

Sacramento

Just arrived. Getting settled still.

Equipment

Clothes, and a few other items in route.

History

Aodh was an Irish immigrant coming into America in 1864, upon departing the ship he was immediately drafted into the union army. The first battle he was in was a slaughter, he woke with the bodies of his comrades on top of him. Pulling himself out of the pile, Aodh clubbed a raven eating a eye of his mate Lugh Connelly, cursing the sisters Morrigan as he clubbed more.

In the midst of his rage, he noticed a strange camp follower scavenging the dead. Running towards the man in rage, holding the rifle tightly and yelling only as he was in the final moments of his swing. The man looked up just in time to get clubbed in the side of the head. Cursing and lifting up his rifle for another go the man growled and exploded in a fury of movement taking rifle and pinning Aodh to the ground poking the rifle to his still open wound on his shoulder area he didn't know was there till now. Despite being handled so by this man Aodh struggled against and reached for weapons to hurt his captor now, ignoring the pain from his wound. The man laughed at him and let him up, dodging his feeble attacks until Aodh grew tired from blood loss and fatigue. The man inquired if he was done and Aodh replied No, the man smirked and offered his hand. The man offered truce by talks of the fallen and their trip to the fields. Still mad but intrigued, Aodh sat and listened hoping for a opening to strike. The man talked of the dead with such reverence that it unarmed Aodh.

Listening Aodh noticed the Man only had a few sabers and knives scavenged, and there was blood upon his lips, interrupting the man Aodh inquired on this. The man responded by saying a good sword shouldn't be wasted and that he was offering a peaceful end to those who weren't gone completely, acting as a angel of mercy per say.Curious, Aodh asked of why the taking of blood by mouth, the man responded outright with that he needed to feed too. Getting a little nervous, Aodh asked for an explanation of that. The man smiled and blurred to a spot and then blurred to another. Not believing his eyes Aodh reeled from the display, looking about the man pulled up his hands and shadows writhed about them. Aodh exclaimed he was dead and that the man was death or an agent of death, the man laughed and said neither I am of the damned, vampire if you will and you should be with your brothers in arms but are not. Still not grasping it, Aodh scooted back and the man laughed, come, you shall be my new pupil, once that wound is healed I shall train you and you can stop battles like these. Looking about Aodh decided since he was dead anyways, why not humor this man. The man put a arm around Aodh and said come, we shall leave here at once, I'll be your mentor Talamon, and bind your wound while we are at it.

For years they trained, and upon his completion, Aodh was embraced by Talamon. The next thing Talamon imparted was a farewell, for the world would train Aodh now and words to keep his oath of protection to the world, for if those who know what slithers out there do not act then who will, what better repentance to the Gods then keeping the things that lurk on the other side out. And Aodh left his Sire to find his path of requiem. Crossing the country as a damned was difficult enough but, feeding was harder, after coming across a village of natives, Aodh frenzied from hunger, killing all in the village. Aodh felt completely ashamed of himself, for his acts as he came into San Francisco, only to witness the great fires. Aodh decided to head back to the east coast after that. War came and Aodh went over seas to help how he could, he made his way over to Asia after wards and studied with samurai that didn't find his nocturnal habits odd. Saw the start of the Nazis party in Germany and headed to America for the third time this century. Joined the war effort for WWII after pearl in his own way hoping to steer it away from Fonts of power, and found the Ordo Dracul. Headed back to the states and studied with them for a while.Spent most of his time steering away from the west coast, spending a lot in Louisiana with Voodoo priests and the queen, until the early 2000's he took to heading back despite his memories of it, and found his way drafting from city to city until he hit Sacramento.