xxxFᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ: Aonghus Eideard Seumas Ghobhainn xxxNɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs: Pa (mostly by Tàmhas and co.) xxxAɢᴇ: 36 xxxBɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: 09 August 2024 xxxBʟᴏᴏᴅ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Muggle xxxGᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Iᴅᴇɴᴛɪᴛʏ: Male xxxOʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: In theory, everyone. In practice, no one. xxxZᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ: Leo xxxBirth Stone: Peridot xxxFᴀᴄᴇᴄʟᴀɪᴍ: Owen Janes
xxx𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵 & 𝓒𝓪𝓻𝒆𝒆𝓻xxx
xxxSᴄʜᴏᴏʟ: Homeschooled, GED equivalent xxxCᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ Eᴍᴘʟᴏʏᴍᴇɴᴛ: Master Blacksmith xxxDʀᴇᴀᴍ Jᴏʙ: Just This
xxx𝓟𝒆𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂xxx xxxxx⇾Sᴛᴇᴀᴅғᴀsᴛ: Aonghus has always remained true to course, determined to follow the path he walks. Once his mind is set to something, it’s near impossible to sway his resolve.
xxxxx⇾Lᴀᴄᴏɴɪᴄ: Aonghus doesn’t talk much, but when he does, man, it’s pretty powerful. He doesn’t see the need to talk when there are so many ways to communicate otherwise– and sometimes more effectively. Furthermore, Aonghus understands the power of carefully chosen words, and prefers to think things through clearly before saying things.
xxxxx⇾Wɪsᴇ: Aonghus’s wisdom comes from experience seeing the best and worst of people in his life, from making mistakes or seeing mistakes, from feeling and growing from his mistakes. An eclectic set of experiences and exposure to different faiths has made him open minded and accepting without compromising his own principles. He acknowledges his emotions and tries to think things through with empathy, honor, and a long-term goal in mind.
xxxxx⇾Hᴏɴᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ: Arden is a forest town, small enough that everyone knows everyone, and where the whole village really does help raise the children. Aonghus understood from young that the forest was part of that village, that the loch wasn’t just a tourist attraction but the lifestream of the village, and that there was something sacred about nature– whatever it was. He also and got from his community that there was something to learn from everyone, that people were at their core kind and good, and that honorable deeds had their own reward.
xxxxx⇾Dᴇᴛᴀɪʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴇᴅ: Aonghus has always had a keen eye and laser focus. Combined with his determination, this has made him an attentive person, and over time, that attentiveness has clued him in details and patterns not immediately recognizable.
xxxxx⇾Aᴅᴀᴘᴛᴀʙʟᴇ: While always steadfast and true to his goal, Aonghus has learned that life does not always go according to plan and has embraced adaptability and flexibility as part of the journey. He has become much more patient and slow to frustrate– instead when the plan is foiled, he’ll curse, acknowledge his frustration or disappointment, then come up with a way to move forward.
xxx𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓈xxx xxxxx⇾Apples. Cold, hot, plain, baked... no matter how it’s served, Aonghus loves apples. xxxxx⇾Kilts. Especially utili-kilts xxxxx⇾Gaelic shanties, especially those with bagpipes xxxxx⇾Ships and Boats xxxxx⇾Historical Weaponry... or just any history, really
xxx𝒟𝒾𝓈𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓈xxx xxxxx⇾Abusers. They’re the worst sort of people xxxxx⇾Delaminations. Any time metal doesn’t join properly is time wasted. xxxxx⇾Soda. It’s too bubbly. Ditto with champagne xxxxx⇾Reality TV. Most TV, really xxxxx⇾Peas. They’re awful
xxx𝒮𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓃𝑔𝓉𝒽𝓈xxx xxxxx⇾Bear’s Endurance - Aonghus doesn’t give up easily. He’ll work until the job is done, no matter what it takes. It takes a lot to slow him down, and even more to halt his tracks. xxxxx⇾Bull’s Strength - Aonghus is strong, physically, mentally, and emotionally. It shows in his work, as well as his ability to always be the rock for those that need it.
xxx𝒲𝑒𝒶𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓈xxx xxxxx⇾Not that good at domestic tasks, specifically cooking xxxxx⇾Bullheaded Stubbornness
xxx𝒟𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓈xxx xxxxx⇾Be a great dad to Tàmhas xxxxx⇾Earn the respect of those that knew his parents and prove he's not some stupid kid
xxx𝐹𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈xxx xxxxx⇾Tàmhas being taken away xxxxx⇾Losing the family home
xxxℬ𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂xxx
xxx𝒞𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹𝒽𝑜𝑜𝒹xxx Aonghus was born to Neacel and Eilidh Ghobhainn, of Arden, Scotland. They raised their son in the family home, which had been there for hundreds of years. The family were all trained in a craft, usually involving the large shop attached to the side of the house. Neacel worked with wood, Tam, Neacel’s pa, worked with metal. Aonghus quickly fell in love with his grandfather’s craft, and was taught to handle his own in the shop. Aonghus loved this, and introduced himself as Tam’s apprentice.
xxx𝒮𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓁 𝒴𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈xxx The Ghobhainn’s lived deep enough in the forests of Arden that it was a half hour drive to the nearest primary school. Aonghus didn’t particularly like school, preferring to be at home learning from the forge, so after a few years he was just homeschooled: Eilidh, a nurse by training, would cover the local clinic and send Aonghus around the community to learn from and help other community members before he was allowed to return to the forge. He grew to resent parts of his upbringing, including his family’s deep catholicism. He didn’t believe it correct. He secretly studied Druidism instead, though it still didn’t seem perfect for his views. Anything was better than his parents’ religion.
xxx𝒜𝒹𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒽𝑜𝑜𝒹xxx Aonghus passed all his GED exams (barely, but who needed to learn public speaking and gym?). He got in a terrible fight with his parents over his religious views, then left home to roam through Scotland. He tried to move to Glasgow, but soon ran out of money. He realized he was entirely penniless when he realized he didn’t even have enough money to pay his bill at the pub. He could have snuck out and gotten away, but honor got the better of him and he returned half an hour later, and offered to wash dishes or do chores to make up for the bill. It so happened that his confession was witnessed by a Commander Shepard in the Royal Navy, who paid his due and invited him to sit with her group. They talked into the wee hours of the morning and by the end of the week, Aonghus had enlisted as a metal worker. Shortly after completing basic training, Aonghus embarked on his first voyage at sea.
Bonus points, It was an honorable profession, one his parents wouldn’t be able to critique. (They still did. A lot. Mostly by phone, after which he would drop the line and not call for another few months. Soon, both parties preferred to spend their limited time together not arguing but understanding each other.)
Over his tours he was promoted, worked closely with the equipment specialists as well as the other welders. Military service gave him a new appreciation for not only school learning, but also understanding people and how to communicate with people in all kinds of ways. He quite enjoyed his time on the maiden voyage, but was quite glad to return to land. He did this twice more, then he stopped back by home. The house was falling to ruin, standing empty since his mother had passed. Finding a letter tucked in the old bench, Aonghus learned it had been his grandfather’s intention for the home to move to his hands.
As Aonghus was working on fixing up the house, he became quite familiar with the local forest system, using it for foraging, hunting, and wood. There was one day he was rather deep in the woods, when he noticed the air getting thick. It was smoke. It was getting heavy, and he wasn’t terribly close to home. What caused the fire?
As he was fighting to walk through toward safety, he heard a soft cry from within the trees. It sounded like a baby, perhaps a young child. He tucked his mouth and nose within his sweater, turning back to push through the heavy air toward the cry. It took a few minutes of searching, but he found the source. A tree had alighted, and at its root, a small bundle of blankets and leaves. Aonghus pulled off his heavy coat, covering the bundle to extinguish the errant flames. He scooped up the tiny boy, turning to flee the fire.
As he ran to a clearing, Aonghus waved down the local fire brigade, who quickly summoned an ambulance. Despite not knowing this baby, Aonghus was determined to remain by his side. (plus the paramedic insisted he needed some looking after as well.)
It took several long hours for the babe to come out of the surgery, and for doctors to allow Aonghus to see him once more. The local police had searched for the boy’s mother, but weren’t sure who she must be. Perhaps she had been lost to the flame. As time went by, Aonghus tried to find this boy’s family, but the odds became increasingly bleak. Finally, the child was able to go home, but was without a home to go to.
Aonghus was told that the boy would move into a foster home, or perhaps an orphanage. On instinct, he offered to adopt the boy he had come to love. As the paperwork was drawn up, Aonghus put in his retirement from the navy, citing his new responsibility into fatherhood. Finally, papers were signed, and Aonghus had a new son, affectionately named Tàmhas Neacel Ghobhainn, after Aonghus’ grandfather and father.
For Tàmhas, Aonghus built a little crib, then set to work building a career for himself. He took his place behind his grandfather’s anvil, remembering all the training he’d collected over the years. As he started to work, the town rejoiced that the smithy was open once more. He had work pile in, and was able to get his name out to keep up a steady thrum of business.
As Tàmhas grew, so did Aonghus’ love for the boy. Despite his missing leg and all the scars lacing him, Tàmhas opted to learn the forge, though he remained under careful guidance of Aonghus. Tàmhas helped Aonghus learn new skills, just as Aonghus taught him the way of the forge. Without a child, Aonghus never would have learned the patience he developed, much less cooking, cleaning, and all sorts of domestic skills. Luckily, Tàmhas was happy to learn the same skills alongside his pa.
There was a day when Tàmhas was nearing his eighth birthday that he’d been left in the forge a moment while Aonghus stepped out to gather a few supplies. When Aonghus walked back in, there was a scream and everything lit up. He grabbed his fire extinguisher and sprayed the shop, spotting a very shaky, but otherwise unharmed Tàmhas, crying because he’d lost the blade. After a large hug (and lots of tears), both realized that some sort of miracle must have happened.
It wasn’t until a few years later, on the boy’s 11th, that they learned what must have happened. Tàmhas was of magical descent. He had been invited to a magic school, and as much as it would pain Aonghus, he knew it was to his son’s benefit to attend. The two had a fun weekend together before Tàmhas left on a train and Aonghus drove home, sighing at the silence.
Time seemed to drag on, but finally, winter struck. Not only did it make working in the forge a bit cooler, but it meant he could see hit little boy again. He drove all the way to London, then ended up meeting one of Tam's friends. This boy also lived in Arden, and unbeknownst to him, was the subject of many rumors around their small town. Aedan walked through the forest to find his home had been sold, and his brother gone. Aonghus convinced him to come back for the night... and Tam convinced him to stay the full winter break. This was good, since a big snowstorm came and laid a few feet of snow on the ground.
The following summer, Aedan returned, agreeing to live with them and allowed Aonghus a guardianship. The boy wanted to become a master blacksmith, so Aonghus agreed to take him under wing. Quickly, the trio became a lovely little family unit, and Aonghus couldn't be more proud of his boys.
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