Fƒlamddwyn, Aodhan

[aodhan]

AODHAN KENET ERIC FƒLAMDDWYN


Sarcastic, Practical, Calm

BACK TO BASICS ' '

Full Name:
Aodhan Kenet Eric Fƒlamddwyn
Significance of Name:
Just start off with Adranus was a Sicillian deity associated with Fire and Mount Aetna

Nickname(s):
He doesn't really get that many. Or if he does, he's not sure how to respond to them
Age:
Thirteen
Gender:
Male
Orientation:
Straight
Grade:
None
Celeb you're using:
Isaac Hempstead-Wright
Deity:
Adranus - Roman
Title of your deity:
God of Fire, the Sun, and Canines

STRIKE A POSE ' '

Physical Appearance:
Aodhan has heard this pretty much all his life: This kid is freakin’ adorable!

And he is.

Aodhan, at thirteen, isn’t as tall are some of the other boys his age, but that’s due to coming from a time period where people were generally malnourished. He was actually considered tall where he was from. It doesn’t bother him though and he has yet to develop some sort of Napoleonic complex simply because he’s well aware of the fact he’s still growing and he’s pretty sure he’ll be as big as his dad so get off his back about it and leave him alone before he sets you on fire. Aodhan is also a bit skinny for the same reason he’s a bit short. Again, he’s still growing, just hitting puberty, and is well on his way to maybe possibly filling out.

Aodhan has his father’s coloring and his mother’s facial structure. He has the heart-shaped face of his mother with her fair skin, causing him to freckle to bit. It takes a lot to make his skin freckle just because he’s a fire manipulator and the sun is kind of his slave, but he does. He was lucky to have her soft hair texture as well, making it fun to tousle his hair because it’s like touching silk. The coloring is all his father’s, colored like brown smoke or freshly cut wood. Since he’s usually around fire, he tends to smell like a campfire, making his hair color surprisingly accurate. Like his hair, he has his father’s dark eyes. Aodhan squints a bit, though it’s not because he had vision problems, it’s just how his face is which, surprisingly, just makes him that much more adorable. His eyes are a dark chocolate brown and when he stares at a person they can pretty much feel him drilling holes in the back of their heads (metaphorically).

Aodhan has a tendency to be covered in dog hair and makes no effort to clean it off himself. Diefenbaker, his wolf, follows him everywhere. And, as canines tend to do, he sheds all over Aodhan. Aodhan is practically one with his wolf, therefore the wolf’s hair is just kind of a standard part of whatever Aodhan is wearing. Aodhan takes Dief everywhere with him (including through a wormhole) and woe be to the person that tries to separate the two. You will lose a hand. That is not an exaggeration.

Aodhan’s facial features are primarily his father’s. He has the same smirk and cock-sure smile, as well as his somewhat hyperactive goofy faces he dons. When he’s mad, though, it’s plainly obvious that he is his mother’s child. The look Annie makes right before she chews you out or ‘persuades’ you to punch yourself is pretty much the exact same look Aodhan gets. While he is much calmer than both his parents, his face will mimic theirs to a T depending on what emotion he’s conveying at the moment. Because of that, his parents always know what he’s feeling at the moment in that way that parents always seem to know if their children are lying or upset or mad or whatever: because they have seen it in themselves and each other.

Aodhan is used to dressing very practically. He dresses in whatever is appropriate and nothing more. If he can manage to wear the same thing more than once, he’ll do it. He’ll wear clothes until their threadbare and then just sew them up. He was taught to sew by his aunt Keahi and it was instilled in him at an early age that you save and conserve everything. Thus, he’ll reuse not only clothes, but tools, supplies, leftovers, etc. It’s never a shock to see Aodhan reusing something in a fun and interesting way after it should have been tossed years ago.

LET'S GET TO KNOW YOU BETTER ' '

Personality Description: Sarcastic: At the heart of it all, Aodhan is still his mother and father’s child. The boy has a wicked tongue and can hold his own when the need calls for it. The kid is smart and was raised in a world where sarcasm was pretty much the only thing keeping you from losing your shit. He grew up with a sarcastic mother, a sarcastic older sibling type entity, a sarcastic aunt… It was only natural he be so too. Be careful when you try and outwit this kid with words. He has a way of turning it around on you and making you look like a damn fool. Aodhan sometimes uses this as a defense mechanism when someone gets too close to a subject he doesn’t care to talk about. While he will sometimes sass his parents, he’s much more careful about it since both of his parents could potentially kill him (or at least punish him in creative ways).

Practical: Being the nephew of Keahi, Aodhan is a practical kid. He can use anything six times over, repair it, and then use it six more times over. He doesn’t like to throw anything away unless it’s so beyond repair that it can’t be repurposed. Aodhan likes to tinker, so any chance he gets to mess around with stuff that people deem ‘broken’ is like a godsend. Aodhan also dresses practically. If there’s no need for him to gussy up, he won’t. He’s much like his father that way and prefers practicality to fashion. Fashion just slows him down and is kinda stupid in his opinion. He also tries to find the straightest route to solve a problem. He’s a point A to point B kind of kid and doesn’t like adding fluff in the middle. He’ll cut corners if it’s the more convenient way of doing things, but otherwise he just wants to get the task done. Aodhan has the habit of being super realistic. There was no ‘magical sense of childhood’ where he came from, therefore he’s an ultra realist, neither optimistic nor pessimistic. He doesn’t like being treated like a child since, mentally, he probably is older in his years than most other kids his age. He’s pretty handy around the house too.

Calm: Aodhan has an almost creepy sense of calm about him. He used to be a happy loud baby but since the incident with his father, he’s had to be calm and collected in order to survive. When things explode or someone screams, it barely fazes him except to check if there’s something he can tinker with now. When someone yells or tries to scold him, he meets them with an eerie calm and just nods in return. Aodhan rarely loses his cool in any situation and nothing surprises him anymore. Sometimes, when the world isn’t in danger, he can be very serene, almost Buddhist in mentality and physicality. He’s able to focus quite well and is content to sit with a project and just let his hands do the work. To observe him is a very peaceful event unless he catches you and then he’ll shoot you a sarcastic remark. Aodhan has a relaxed world-view, much like his father, though, on occasion, he’ll have his mother’s temper.

Temper: There is the rare occasion where he’ll have a temper on him, particularly with anything having to do with his mother. He doesn’t take kindly to ‘yo momma’ jokes and takes even less kindly to someone having a physical go at his mother. Annie was his lifeline for the majority of his time on earth and he’s closer to her than probably anyone else in his life. When she’s in trouble, in danger, or agitated, he sees red and sets himself ablaze to attack, maim, or kill. Same goes for Dief. He will destroy whoever tries and messes with Dief.


Likes:
- Diefenbaker (or Dief for short), his wolf
- Dogs, Wolves, Dog-Wolf Hybrids, Canines in general
- Archery (especially the crossbow)
- Tinkering
- Lighting things on fire
- Hide n' Seek
- Trekking
- Playing with mud and chucking it at the back of Lani's head
- Hot Days
- Being around girls, women, etc.
- Cars
- 1970s Action Flicks

Dislikes:
- Cold Days
- Literally doing absolutely nothing
- Holding his tongue
- Being Parted from Dief
- Lani catching him in the process of chucking mud at the back of her head
- Cats
- Having no one around to play/bother/mess around with
- 'Yo Momma' jokes (specifically directed at his momma)
- Being left out of the loop
- Anything even remotely resembling a loss in his freedom
- Being lied too
- Strawberries

Strength:
- Calm
- Independent
- Tough
- Observant
- Quiet
- Fearless
- Sarcastic

Weaknesses:
- Bratty
- Absurdly practical
- Holds grudges
- Dief
- His mum
- Obsessive
- Sarcastic

Fears:
- Someone named Radek
- Losing Dief

Goal:
- Survive to Adulthood
- Make his father's sacrifice worth something

Power/Ability: Fire Manipulation- Like his father, Aodhan is a pyromaniac and likes to play with fire. He’s better at it than most because he’s grown up around a ton of fire manipulators, observed them, etc. When he manifested his power, he was already well acquainted with fire and how it worked, he just now had been given the tools.

WELCOME TO MY LIFE ' '

Place of Origin:
Born in Olympic Penninsula
History:

ONE TIMELINE

May 12th

Aodhan Kenet Eric Fƒlamddwyn-Devanira was born on the 12th of May, where the birds sang and the light dripped through the curtains like rain. Who could say the birth of a child was an unhappy occasion? His parents, though they spent a great deal of time at each other's throats during the actual pregnancy, had their worries wiped away and smiles plastered on their faces. They say that birth is beautiful, well that's possibly true. But it's also fairly disgusting to watch, it's the aftermath which is beautiful. The father held the squirming boy in his arms and by goodness that boy had lungs on him to put both his parents to shame. And he used those lungs to keep his parents up at all hours of the day and night, no matter what they might happen to be doing. No matter how much his father said he'd sleep better in the forge, Aodhan was mostly kept within the small house just off campus, close to the rest of his extended, if not biologcal, family. He was a cheerful, if incredibly loud child for the start. And then darkness fell.

Early Signs

Aodhan grew up around Pantheon, knew how to wander the corridors when he was old enough to walk and could trundle away from whichever adult happened to be watching him. He'd potter around the forge, hoisted up onto an anvil and shown the deep glow of the ever molten furnace. For his first months, up to an entire year, Aodhan was treated and spoilt. Two young parents with a network of suppport. So, he was a loved child, a loud anf energetic one that could easily cause anyone grief. Because as far as that baby knew? There was nothing wrong with the world. Between home and the forge all seemed right in the world. He had Aunts a plenty, Uncles around, but slowly saddness seemed to descend on this perfect little picture. Of course, as a baby he didn't realise much of this, but he started seeing less of his father, though he knew not why. All he knew were toys and food and the occasional bed time story. Not that he really registered those either. But he grew, he grew up on campus, or at least just outside of it and he hardly saw his father. He was four when his father vanished completely. And he couldn't understand why. He'd started off as such an exuberant, energetic child. Now he was quieter, now everyone was quieter. People seemed to talk in hushed whispers and muted words. Because they didn't want you to hear. It was something Aodhan didn't quite understand, but he took it on board. Sharp eyes and a sharp tongue to match. Especially for a child.

Warning Signs

People moved with purpose and haste. They spoke of people Aohdan had only heard of. Eric? Radek? Someone he was apparently named after. Sometimes his name was spoke in reverence, sometimes almost in mourning, occasionally in fear. He couldn't understand how so many emotions and tones could be put into one name. He occasionally asked about this man, this...strange man who seemed to haunt everyone's minds. But a straight answer was yet to be given. Maybe they thought a child couldn't handle it, maybe they wanted him to have some innocence still, but really? In this day and age, with dark skies pressing down around them like a smothering cloak, who had innocence. So Aodhan stayed quiet an insignificant. Stayed out the way of tramping feet and code word-scattered conversations he didn't understand. He attempted to piece together the situation, or the past situations, from when he had been younger. He'd seen things, things he didn't understand, things he was hidden from. So instead he just listened, filed away suspicious sentences and kept his mind running for news, for new information and intel. There was no point in launching questions without the proper intel.

At seven hi father returned. Out of the blue, one night. Unshaven, deshevelled but with a gleam in his eyes that Aodhan didn't remember. Not that he remembered a great deal. He remembered the angry conversation, the closed door but the voices still carried through. An argument commenced, something he had yet to witness between his parents. New experiences every day. This was was hushed and hissed, like so many conversations were these days. But, it was over quickly, a final sentence snarled that he didn't hear and the seven year old scurried away from the door, diving onto the sofa to make sure it wasn't too obvious he was listening. It was obvious that he was, but no-one mentioned it. Because that night was the last night he spent in Mythos for a while. How long that while was? He couldn't say exactly. Days blurred into nights of travelling. Hidden beyond the view of humans. It was his first time truly beyond the boarders of Washington itself, but sign posts slid from English into Spanish, from Spanish into languages he didn't recognise. European languages with accents covering every letter and swirls he'd never seen before coating welcome signs to cities he'd never even dreamt of.

This was hiding.

Dangers and Distinction

Aodhan didn't ask questions at first, because he knew he wouldn't get satisfactory answers. Instead he just observed. A makeshift forge, a hunched figure spending days and nights on a single project. What that project was? He couldn't tell. He was never allowed close enough, never allowed to see. But, he'd learnt enough from listening, from wandering the empty and cold forge, no longer kept blazingly hot by the ever glowing enchanted flames which licked high against the far wall. He'd pieced certain things together. The why and the how. The what. Why you would fold this sheet of metal, why you would use this material instead of that. All in all, why you would do what he could see his father doing. His mother came and went, maybe this was a failing. Were they not hiding. Was there something they were supposed to be hiding from? And yet she kept leaving. So, he watched. Waited, deduced. This was a weapon. Something dark and dangerous and destructive. Who knew what it was meant for, who it was meant for, but whoever it was, it was unlikely to be pleasant. Darkness had blanketed the world, the sky almost always a dusky grey. This was war.

They weren't in hiding for long. There was no 'long' in this day and age. The war moved on fast enough that one was constantly kept on their toes, watching and waiting. Aodhan watched his father, his guarded, snarky, ill-tempered father, work in silence, pourig over blueprints, drawings and conception art until one day. One day when the merest sliver of pale silver sunlight bled through the fog of cloudcover...the weapon was no longer there. War raged below them, there was no safe place, not in this secluded, cold winter village in Northern Europe where the war had yet to touch. But, below, south, there was chaos. Chaos and dread in equal measures. A grim faced father turned to him that day, clean shaven for the first time in all the days Aodhan had seen him for. A dullness had taken over his father's eyes, a loss that he hadn't seen in other eyes, in other soliders. It was almost...resignation. His father knelt by him, a single rare embrace and a hoarse goodbye. Goodbye?

Aodhan never saw his father again. News reported an explosion to the south, darkness coated the skies, the air thick and heavy. Sacrifice. Sabotage. Someone sabotaged his weapon, sabotaged his materials and Aodhan's father had not given up, he had used his power and like to many in this war, this forsaken chasm of hopelessness and defeat, his father had made himself into the explosive, into the weapon. There was nothing left, heat so intense it rippled for miles across the already wreaked countryside.

Sacrifice.

And for what? A war that wouldn't end, a war that almost couldn't end. For no treaty could be signed, no pact made. This was a never ending disastre.

Risen Beyond Contempt

Aodhan and his mother moved back to Pantheon. Or what was left of it. Was that the reason for the hasty retreat? The midnight appearance and the row. A surprise attack had engulfed the academy. Leaving wreakage and destruction in its wake. That was all he really ever knew. Grim darkness and this over-riding figure who was often spoken of with contempt and fear now more than anything. Radek. The nickname rarely used now. This was war, but this was also family. Family who welcomed you back, sheltered you and supported you. A women of no biological link to him that he called aunt, Keahi. The same with Kallie and Catalina, Erin as well. He had very little male influence in his life from a young age. Maybe this was a good thing, many would say it was a negative influence. The only male influence he really had was a Hades Incarnate, which I'm sure many would shun for the prospect of women anyday, and the older war grown children. Aodhan became quiet, calculating. Continuously concentrating. Sharp eyes and a sharper tongue. He was a relaxed child, or so he seemed, with an underlying anger which sparked to the surface.

Usually when he wasn't fully included. He enjoyed working out the problems, the solutions, but if the rest of his extended family attempted to shelter him, it just pissed him off. Which was why he set light to the only head quarters they had one thursday afternoon. As if the word 'thursday' had any meaning anymore. Fire blazed across his fingers for a few moments before he shook it out. Most people develop their powers at some point and with two potent parents there had bee question as to when these powers would show, and even more so, what they would be. In looks the boy took after his father, but in what else? Would psycic powers drive him onwards or would physics, natural powers be in landing point. With the eruption of a minor pyrotechnics display, it appeared he still took after his father. But by god he took after his mother in temper. Because when he did go off'? It was time to batten down the hatches. But it was nothing in comparison to the destruction caused by that final battle.

A Price for Peace

There had always been the possibility, the possibility no-one wanted to express. But, what if the sides were matched? What if there was no way out, but a never ending spiral until destruction consumed both sides. The collateral damage for such a thought alone was something that to be thought of was to be feared. Dust clogged up the air no matter where you were, blood watered the fields like a morbid irrigation system that worked far, far too well. There was no escape, wherever you went. Anywhere across Earth, the skies were painted black, and for good reason. Keahi's death sparked a chain reaction, a chain reaction that conjoined two possible times, two possible time lines.

Every war has its refugees, those who want, need, to escape the torment and death which surround them. Women are children are the first to be sent out, whilst the soldiers stayed to fight. Aodhan had yet to see himself as a solider, but he knew he was meant to be part of something. Who knew exactly what, but with the first refugees safely through a time jump which was more a leap of faith than a designated route. But it was still a better option than staying in this hell hole. This forsaken pit of rising destruction and folding earth. There was nothing left here. Not for anyone.

With one success a second was arranged. Skill and thought and distinction was put into this swirling portol, this vortex which was meant to slice through the time barrier and send refugees back into the past. Whether they wanted to go or not. At thirteen, for that was how old Aodhan happened to be at this point, he wasn't sure of any good he could do. But, with a final goodbye to his mother he straightened his small shoulders and made a step into the past.

CONNECTION TO THE MYTH ' '

- Adranus, god of fire. Aodhan is a fire manipulator.
- Adranus was ursurped by Hephaestus. Aodhan's father is the Hephaestus reincarnate.
- Adranus was the god of dogs. Aodhan loves dogs and has a pet wolf named Dief.

BEHIND THE SCENE ' '

Your name:
Jack
Age:
Way too old to spend as long as I have done on this app
How long have you been RPing?
Uhm...
Where/How did you find us?
Ha!
Have you read the Rules?
It's possible...
Have you read the Character/PB Rules?
Hopefully?

[perse]

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