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[hider=HUMAN][color=006B3C][u] 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 [/u][/color]
[color=gray][sub]Angus [color=006B3C][i]Aangy[/i][/color] O'Malley[/sub][/color]
[color=006B3C][u] 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 [/u][/color]
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[color=006B3C][u] 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 [/u][/color]
[color=gray][sub]Professor of Poetry 
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[color=006B3C][u]𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 [/u][/color]
[table][row][/row][row][cell][color=black]𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫
[list][*] Cunning 
[*] Gregarious
[*] Bright[/list][/color][/cell][cell][color=black]𝑩𝑨𝑫
[list][*] Over Zealous
[*] Disorganized
[*] Tactless[/list][/color][/cell][/row][/table]
[color=006B3C][u] 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 [/u][/color][/center][color=gray][sub]Aengus wants nothing more than to be freed from the Colossus, to spread 
his words of love to all those with an ear to listen. To play his ballads like the romantic rascal he is. To inspire the youth to take charge of their own destinies and forge for themselves a new path through his silver tongue; with poetic licensing of course. Back to a time where all he did was by the whims of himself and no one to tell him otherwise. For now, he's satiated with playing the John Keating role with which he was based.[/sub][/color]

[center][color=006B3C][u] 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 [/u][/color][/center][color=gray][sub]His voice to be crushed and his language to be squandered. For those who hear him fail to listen and take his blessings and proclimations in vain. For love to die before it blooms. Aengus wants the world to thrive and flourish in it's own time, sure, but to squash the romantic rebellion that is youth in motion is a sin he cannot forgive.
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[hider=DEITY][color=#006B3C][u] 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 [/u][/color]
[color=gray][sub]Aengus Óg[/sub][/color]
[color=#006B3C][u] 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 [/u][/color]
[color=gray][sub]God of [s][i]fatal[/i][/s] love, poetry and youth[/sub][/color]
[color=#006B3C][u] 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 [/u][/color]
[color=gray][sub]Celtic[/sub][/color][/hider][/center][/cell][/row][/table]
[center][color=006B3C][u] 𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬 [/u][/color][/center]
[indent][indent][quote][color=gray]	[color=006B3C][quote][i]Young is the son who was begotten at the break of day and born betwixt it and evening[/i][/quote][/color]
Aengus Óg; The Irish god of youth, love [color=006B3C][s][i]fatal love at that[/i][/s][/color], and poetic inspiration; attributes that successfully overlapped one another culminating in one form — as youthful love often brought poetic inspiration to those within it. The son of the Dagda, chief of the Tuatha Dé Danann, and Boann, Aengus used his cunning and use of poetic language often allowing him to get the better of his elders. Oft times winning him his enemies' properties from under their noses. Aengus was inspired and crafty and used his wit and music to charm women, inspire kings, and slip out of trouble at the drop of a few syllables. He inherited much of his guile and charm from his father, the Dagda and served as one of the chief bards of the Tuatha Dé Danann, [s][i]a[/i][/s] [i][b]the[/b][/i] mighty tribe.

Unlike most pantheons and their strenuous relations with their parental figures, Aengus and the Dagda got along like a pair of thieves. By the time he came of age, Aengus had become quite clever young man — easily taking what he could, when he could. Conspiring with his old man to steal the home of someone from under their nose. Finding loop-holes and exposing them for all they are worth is something of a gift for Aengus. [color=006B3C][i]In Old Irish, “a day and a night” could just as easily mean “all days and all nights.”[/i][/color] His most memorable recounting of a tale, [s][i]he enjoys listening and telling the world stories of his exploits[/i][/s], would be the one of his dreams. When a mortal gal infiltrated his slumber, a beautiful creature that capture his attention with ease. He attempted to search for her but all attempts failed. After two years of searching, he managed to locate the maiden—Caer Ibormeith.

[quote][color=006B3C][i][sub]On the shores of a lake called the Dragon’s Mouth, Aengus found 150 women bound in chains. At the conclusion of Samhain, the end of the Celtic year (on October 31st), these women would be forced to spend a year as swans. Believing the woman of his dreams to be part of the group, Aengus struck a deal with the women’s captors: if he could recognize his dream maiden as a swan, he could marry her. As soon as the women were transformed, Aengus turned himself into a swan and called out to his love. Upon finding each other, they flew off together and sang a song so beautiful it caused the captors to fell asleep for three days.[/sub][/i][/color][/quote]
However, Aengus is not only a pretty face and has brutally murdered out of rage and of being slighted that giving him the domain of [i]fatal love[/i] was not misplaced. Nor should others attempt to recreate the beheading of his brother's wife.
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[center][color=006B3C][u] 𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬 [/u][/color][/center]
[indent][indent][quote][color=gray]	When the fall came and snatched him from his homeland, Aengus was furious. He had been taken from the comfort of his lands and tossed into the realm of mortals with nothing to fall back upon. Aside from his gifts, he s'pposes. It was many years of dwelling among those that worshiped him and his kin, that he began to thrive. His words still had effect on those around him—albeit on a smaller scale, but it was something. Aengus could still reach out and touch people with the words that sat on the threshold of his lips and could sing and perform as he always had done. It was not so different from the Before. Except, that he was virtually alone. No more wife of his, with which he poured his heart and soul into. No more [i]teaghlach[/i], no more [i]family[/i]. So, he's set about traveling the world, in accordance with the obelisk, the bane of his existence, hoping to one day be rid of the monstrosity and get back to performing the world over as he was meant to do.
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