Aonghus
You don't have to like someone to protect them.
Description: Well-built and solid, Aonghus cuts an impressive, heavily muscled figure. He is dark-haired, with tawny skin and ice-bright, pale blue eyes that fairly leap from his face by contrast. Those striking eyes are softened by his oft-smiling expression, shown in laugh lines and crow's feet. He has a very calm presence, accentuated by the assurance he moves with - neither slow nor fast - but implacably and with focus.
Personality: Friendly and open, any are welcome in Aonghus' domain - the forge and shop he takes great pride in having. He has taken well to Grayson's relaxed strictures on social proprieties, treating high- and low-born with equal regard. Even so, politeness goes a long way with him. Roll in to his shop rude and he'll show you the door, no matter how pampered your fanny. He often sings or hums while he's working and his voice is such that it doesn't send the dogs howling.
Background: It is no secret that the man worked forges for the Gyre before swearing his Oaths to the Compact and House Seliki, but since weapons he crafted spilled Compact blood and armor he crafted turned Compact blades, he is understandably reluctant to speak on it. It should come as no surprise, that life under The Gyre was unpleasant. Aonghus is glad to have those dark days behind him. The only family he has left in the world anymore is his sister Olin. With her help, he was able to come to Arx. The two of them have sworn Oaths the Compact and House Seliki. His thoughts are turned to the future and the path before him - now his own at last!
His accent is a strange unplaceable amalgam.
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