How about this one for Ian....20. Does your character like animals? What are some of their favorite animals? Would they want pets? What about mythological creatures?
When they were twelve, Ian and Fergus both decided they HAD to have a dog. So they pleaded with Dougan and Grace, did extra chores to earn good favor, didn’t swear or pick fights with each other for two months (which nearly killed both of them), kept up their marks, the works. They promised to be good pet owners and swore they’d take good care of a dog. On that Christmas morning, one of their presents barked. They broke the ‘no fighting’ streak over what to name the puppy. Fergus wanted ‘Spot’, which Ian found unimaginative and stupid since the dog didn’t even have spots. He suggested ‘Buddy’ and Fergus didn’t agree. Dougan took to calling the dog “Dog” and that stuck. THANK YOU!! xoxox
Affiliation: Second Cohort Centurion, Member of Cult of Romulus
Status: Retired. Deceased. (previously played by Bah)
Headcanons:
Son of the Ocean, legacy of Luna and somewhat down the line of Lelantus mostly means Fergus biological clock is opposite to day people and that his powers are always stronger from 6PM to 5AM, just like the tides. He is, indeed, ruled by the rising and retreating tides, his mood is deeply connected to the marine weather. Instead of him having power over the Seas, it’s more of a symbiotic relationship. Whereas Fergus bad mood could cause storms, the naturally occurring ones make him cranky and hostile, and so on. Though he has adapted to the Legion’s strict daily schedule, it’s no wonder people think him hostile and sullen most of the day, it’s when his energy is at its lowest, specially between 12 and 4 PM. It’s not uncommon to find Fergus napping during the day between whatever duties he has to tend to. 12AM on Full Moon nights are when his power and energy take him the closest to his Godly heritage as possible and thus when Fergus avoids being anywhere near the Ocean. The fact his personality and mood is so deeply tied with the Sea and its nature, he’s see as an absolute asshole most times, with a fickle personality.
Fergus is a big asshole. Maybe not entirely unwarranted, most times he’s stern, rispid, sullen, hostile and with a bad temperament. He doesn’t talk a lot and solves most of his problems either by himself. Though most people may think it’s just because he’s an asshole, he is one but not out of spite, and simply because he does not know how to deal with people. He wasn’t properly socialized as a child, always focusing on training and being the best he could be, he is great at war and he is excellent at teamwork but he’s God-awful at socialization. He doesn’t know how to read social cues, he doesn’t know how to deal with people’s feelings and emotions, considering he doesn’t know how to deal with his own. Anyone who gets any closer to him soon realizes he doesn’t mean to be a dick but rather he was made out to be one.
Fergus denies his entire heritage from Oceanus – everything else, Luna, Venus, Lelantos, Mars, whatever’s on the Fitzgerald family tree, he’s alright with it, but he’d rather pretend he’s nothing but a long standing legacy than admit he’s the son of a Titan. Not only for the fact he was never officially claimed, plus the fact his father was in the “wrong” side of the second Titan war, but the Ocean is too dangerous to be related to. In an incident as a child, on a temper tantrum he created a small scale tornado, destroyed half of the Fitzgerald estate, killed two dogs and almost drowned some relatives including his mother. Ever since he’s dedicated to control and suppress anything water-related, he despises his water powers and his relationship with the ocean. That can and will eventually lead to something that’ll only cause him harm but so far, he’s living with it.
Biography:
!! TW: BLOOD, TORTURE, CHILD ABUSE !!
A direct descendant of the original Deirdre of Sorrows, the Venus daughter from over 600 years ago whose beauty waged wars among men. She fled the Éire after the conflicts caused over who would wed her and moved to a Roman settlement in England at the time, being guided by her mother. Fergus Fitzgerald followed her suit and later they married.
The Fitzgerald family has been with the Roman group of demigods ever since, though they chose to keep their last name such as not to shed the family’s origins. Some of Deirdre’s grandchildren also returned to Ireland later and part of the family also remains there, including legacies from other gods that were born into the family. They live in a place named Valley of Love, a much smaller version of places like Camp Half-Blood and New Rome. The borders have protective magic and the valley itself was blessed by the goddess of love herself.
The Fitzgerald’s have been actively participant in the formation of New Rome ever since they settled in San Francisco, before that many of the family were part of the civil war against the greeks and such. They are known for being passionate and honest to the point of bluntness in their ways.
Rowan Fitzgerald was the third child of Venus to be born in the direct descending line of the family, being Oleana Fitzgerald’s grandfather and Fergus great-grandfather, he was a Centurion of the First Cohort and known for his beauty. He was considered “a distraction” on the battlefield and used it. The family is well-known for their beauty and while there was mockery among their Roman counterparts in the beginning, it has long delved into most respect and admiration.
Oleana was a prominent centurion of the First Cohort, as harsh as she was pretty, she had a meteoric military career but when turning 21, during war games she was thrown off a tower by accident and that was the end of it. She almost died and while mostly recovered, her spine was fractured in three different points. She had dreams of becoming Praetor and those were crushed along with her spine. While her mother was part of the Roman council, frustrated and angry, Oleana left to Ireland where some of the family remained, to step away for a while.
Bound to a wheelchair, she still had a too-wild spirit and didn’t quite accept set backs. She became a Mixed Martial Arts Instructor, taking her frustration and anger out on her trainees. Trying to find herself again, while her anger started to subdue, she became friends with the homeless man that lived by the sea near the Fitzgerald’s house in Belfast. Their friendship lasted three long years and she never realized he was the ocean Titan. Though most people tended to avoid him, Oleana hadn’t. She wasn’t afraid, nor repulsed. There was no romantic love but there was deep respect between the two of them, forces of their own right. She was set to return to New Rome and decided to tell her “homeless friend” whom she actually was – so he revealed who he truly was as well.
It wasn’t a romance but more an agreement on the parts, they were friends and he could not heal her, but he could give her something to be equally proud of, rather than a career. A powerful child to carry on her family’s legacy and to carry on her dreams. He warned Oleana he was never going to be around and unlikely to ever meet his child and if he did, he had never loved any of his children. To that she didn’t mind, she could love a child for both of them and raise them to be a demigod like New Rome had never seen.
Returning to New Rome, Oleana turned into the political life like most of the women in her family – she gave birth to Deirdre eight months later due to a very complicated and fragile pregnancy. When her child was a year old she also married the daughter of Phoebus Apollo, Dana, who helped her through it all. Together they were set on raising the baby girl as happy and as dutiful as any roman family would. Maybe Dana was the one most responsible for the happy part and Oleana too set on raising a good child.
The demand and expectations were high from the moment the child learned to walk and talk – child of a Titan, legacy of other Gods, from a prominent family, Fergus started to learn how to throw a spear even before he knew how to properly write down his name.
Speaking of names, from age eight he was categoric in the fact he did not like being called a ‘she’ nor appreciated the name ‘Deirdre’. While most of his family deemed it a phase and let go, as long as he was a good soldier, his mothers kept a close eye to make sure he wasn’t going to suffer any more for it.
The moment he went to join the First cohort following on his mothers’ footsteps, Fergus donned the name of his ancestor for the first time. He also desired to be addressed as a male, had his hair cut and presented as such. From then on, his mothers were nothing but supportive as they followed through with even the appropriate paperwork.
Though he only always had the support of his family, Fergus felt he had to prove himself twice now – from the shadow of his mother to the fact he wasn’t biologically male, also going through the fact he was never claimed (technically, even if it was no secret), he was insecure and anxious about his place in the Twelfth Legion, which only made him grow stern on the outside.
It was no surprise to anyone when he became Centurion for the Second Cohort, trained since age five, ten years down the line he was an outstanding legionnaire. Loyal to the legion and his Cohort, stern and with moral standards almost too high to demand from anyone. Fergus set the highest bar for himself and a bar almost as high to everyone else.
Congratulations Bah and welcome! We’re so happy to accept your application to play Fergus Fitzgerlad with the faceclaim of KJ Apa in Fire & Glory RPG! We can’t wait to begin roleplaying with you so please remember to look over our checklist!
!!! tw: blood and implied torture and child abuse !!!
Out of Character Information:
Name: Bah, They/Them
Age: 24, rip
Timezone: GMT – 3 (I ALMOST FORGOT THIS AGAIN)
Activity: I can give y’all a solid 7, I can be on a little every day and more on the weekends. Y’all know me and how it goes.
Anything Else?:
Also! You can delete whatever comments I make between parenthesis down this app, this is basically just the reviewed application SINCE I HAD NO IDEA Y’ALL WERE BRINGING F&G BACK I finally had the time and patience to sit my butt down and actually go through family trees and background plots with others so I got a better gist of revamped Fergus. Also I’m sitting alone in an empty apartment surrounded by boxes cause we moving so I had the time and nothing else to do.
Original Character Application:
Name: Fergus Rowan Fitzgerald
Age and Birthday: 18, 01/10/1999
Faceclaim: KJ Apa / Taron Egerton
Heritage: Son of Oceanus, Legacy of Venus (4 Generations) & Luna (5 gen)
(Basically since this is the reviewed app, I went through the whole family tree (s/o to Olivia) and it’s Olden Roman so there’s a bunch of weird Godly Legacies there, only Venus and Luna are relevant here.)
Affiliation: Centurion of the 2nd Cohort, Unwilling* member of the Cult of Romulus
(* He joined due to familial pressure.)
ABILITIES:
[From Oceanus]
Hydrogenesys/Hydrokinesys – The simples and most common ability to children related to Sea-Gods, Fergus can create, control and shape water however he wants. Well, maybe not however he wants since it’s like a muscle he should practice and he tends to ignore his water-based powers, it’s still an ability he has inherited. His father’s powers are much alike those of his nephew Poseidon. It’s directly related to atmokinesys, the ability to control the weather, such as hurricanes, being another power he does not have any interest in pursuing or practicing with.
Monster Talk – Fergus cannot control Sea Monsters but he does speak their language and senses them much easier than any other kind of monster. He can also communicate with any sea creature, though he can talk better to the deep sea ones. He can also understand, though not speak, the Old Times language, spoken by the monsters, titans and beings before the Olympian Gods. Despite talking to the fish in the aquarium at home, he’s never put any of those abilities to test, nor intends to.
[From Luna]
He hasn’t quite inherited any direct powers from the moon goddess but her blood influence on him and the fact the tides and the ocean are deeply connected, grants the fact his powers get much stronger during a full moon and much weaker and vulnerable during a New Moon. Eclipses are variants.
[From Venus] + Oceanus
What Fergus did inherit from his Venus blood, added to being a demi-titan was his father’s shapeshifting abilities, though he lacks any kind of control or even awareness over it, his body can change to adapt to certain situations. Oceanus’ original form is that of a merman and so Fergus should be of the same nature, he has never been in a situation that demanded so and doesn’t swim often, let alone to deep waters that’s where his body should change. One situation that his body adapted however was the transitioning, the moment Fergus’ started hormone replacement therapy his body swiftly adapted to the biological human male form. He also has a variant of charmspeak, much similar to that of sirens and mermaids in the myths, he can sing and project suggestions, orders or emotions into the song and have whoever’s listening under a kind of trance, a form of teleempathy per say. Fergus is keenly aware of that and it’s one of the skills he has honed, though he has no use for it and is too shy to sing in public.
Headcanons:
[My Heart Belongs To The Sea] Son of the Ocean, legacy of Luna and somewhat down the line of Lelantus mostly means Fergus biological clock is opposite to day people and that his powers are always stronger from 6PM to 5AM, just like the tides. He is, indeed, ruled by the rising and retreating tides, his mood is deeply connected to the marine weather. Instead of him having power over the Seas, it’s more of a symbiotic relationship. Whereas Fergus bad mood could cause storms, the naturally occurring ones make him cranky and hostile, and so on. Though he has adapted to the Legion’s strict daily schedule, it’s no wonder people think him hostile and sullen most of the day, it’s when his energy is at its lowest, specially between 12 and 4 PM. It’s not uncommon to find Fergus napping during the day between whatever duties he has to tend to. 12AM on Full Moon nights are when his power and energy take him the closest to his Godly heritage as possible and thus when Fergus avoids being anywhere near the Ocean. The fact his personality and mood is so deeply tied with the Sea and its nature, he’s see as an absolute asshole most times, with a fickle personality. (See HC below.)
[Jerk With A Heart Of Gold] Fergus is a big asshole. Maybe not entirely unwarranted, most times he’s stern, rispid, sullen, hostile and with a bad temperament. He doesn’t talk a lot and solves most of his problems either by himself. Though most people may think it’s just because he’s an asshole, he is one but not out of spite, and simply because he does not know how to deal with people, two parts abuse and one part tied to the asinine personality of the Sea. He wasn’t properly socialized as a child, always focusing on training and being the best soldier he could be, he is great at war and he is excellent at teamwork but he’s God-awful at socialization. He doesn’t know how to read social cues, he doesn’t know how to deal with people’s feelings and emotions, considering he doesn’t know how to deal with his own. Anyone who gets any closer to him soon realizes he doesn’t mean to be a dick but rather he was made out to be one.
[Denial Is Not A River In Egypt Only] Fergus denies his entire heritage from Oceanus – everything else, Luna, Venus, Lelantos, Mars, whatever’s on the Fitzgerald family tree, he’s alright with it, but he’d rather pretend he’s nothing but a long standing legacy than admit he’s the son of a Titan. Not only for the fact he was never officially claimed, plus the fact his father was in the “wrong” side of the second Titan war, but the Ocean is too dangerous to be related to. In an incident as a child, on a temper tantrum he created a small scale tornado, destroyed half of the Fitzgerald estate, killed two dogs and almost drowned some relatives including his mother. Ever since he’s dedicated to control and suppress anything water-related, he despises his water powers and his relationship with the ocean. That can and will eventually lead to something that’ll only cause him harm but so far, he’s living with it.
Biography:
A direct descendant of the original Deirdre of Sorrows, the Venus daughter from over 600 years ago whose beauty waged wars among men. She fled the Éire after the conflicts caused over who would wed her and moved to a Roman settlement in England at the time, being guided by her mother. Fergus Fitzgerald followed her suit and later they married.
The Fitzgerald family has been with the Roman group of demigods ever since, though they chose to keep their last name such as not to shed the family’s origins. Some of Deirdre’s grandchildren also returned to Ireland later and part of the family also remains there, including legacies from other gods that were born into the family. They live in a place named Valley of Love, a much smaller version of places like Camp Half-Blood and New Rome. The borders have protective magic and the valley itself was blessed by the goddess of love herself.
The Fitzgerald’s have been actively participant in the formation of New Rome ever since they settled in San Francisco, before that many of the family were part of the civil war against the greeks and such. They are known for being passionate and honest to the point of bluntness in their ways.
Rowan Fitzgerald was the third child of Venus to be born in the direct descending line of the family, being Oleana Fitzgerald’s grandfather and Fergus great-grandfather, he was a Centurion of the First Cohort and known for his beauty. He was considered “a distraction” on the battlefield and used it. The family is well-known for their beauty and while there was mockery among their Roman counterparts in the beginning, it has long delved into most respect and admiration.
Oleana was a prominent centurion of the First Cohort, as harsh as she was pretty, she had a meteoric military career but when turning 21, during war games she was thrown off a tower by accident and that was the end of it. She almost died and while mostly recovered, her spine was fractured in three different points. She had dreams of becoming Praetor and those were crushed along with her spine. While her mother was part of the Roman council, frustrated and angry, Oleana left to Ireland where some of the family remained, to step away for a while.
Bound to a wheelchair, she still had a too-wild spirit and didn’t quite accept set backs. She became a Mixed Martial Arts Instructor, taking her frustration and anger out on her trainees. Trying to find herself again, while her anger started to subdue, she became friends with the homeless man that lived by the sea near the Fitzgerald’s house in Belfast. Their friendship lasted three long years and she never realized he was the ocean Titan. Though most people tended to avoid him, Oleana hadn’t. She wasn’t afraid, nor repulsed. There was no romantic love but there was deep respect between the two of them, forces of their own right. She was set to return to New Rome and decided to tell her “homeless friend” whom she actually was – so he revealed who he truly was as well.
It wasn’t a romance but more an agreement on the parts, they were friends and he could not heal her, but he could give her something to be equally proud of, rather than a career. A powerful child to carry on her family’s legacy and to carry on her dreams. He warned Oleana he was never going to be around and unlikely to ever meet his child and if he did, he had never loved any of his children. To that she didn’t mind, she could love a child for both of them and raise them to be a demigod like New Rome had never seen.
Returning to New Rome, Oleana turned into the political life like most of the women in her family – she gave birth to Deirdre eight months later due to a very complicated and fragile pregnancy. When her child was a year old she also married the daughter of Phoebus Apollo, Dana, who helped her through it all. Together they were set on raising the baby girl as happy and as dutiful as any roman family would. Maybe Dana was the one most responsible for the happy part and Oleana too set on raising a good child.
The demand and expectations were high from the moment the child learned to walk and talk – child of a Titan, legacy of other Gods, from a prominent family, Fergus started to learn how to throw a spear even before he knew how to properly write down his name.
Speaking of names, from age eight he was categoric in the fact he did not like being called a ‘she’ nor appreciated the name ‘Deirdre’. While most of his family deemed it a phase and let go, as long as he was a good soldier, his mothers kept a close eye to make sure he wasn’t going to suffer any more for it.
The moment he went to join the First cohort following on his mothers’ footsteps, Fergus donned the name of his ancestor for the first time. He also desired to be addressed as a male, had his hair cut and presented as such. From then on, his mothers were nothing but supportive as they followed through with even the appropriate paperwork.
Though he only always had the support of his family, Fergus felt he had to prove himself twice now – from the shadow of his mother to the fact he wasn’t biologically male, also going through the fact he was never claimed (technically, even if it was no secret), he was insecure and anxious about his place in the Twelfth Legion, which only made him grow stern on the outside.
It was no surprise to anyone when he became Centurion for the Second Cohort, trained since age five, ten years down the line he was an outstanding legionnaire. Loyal to the legion and his Cohort, stern and with moral standards almost too high to demand from anyone. Fergus set the highest bar for himself and a bar almost as high to everyone else.
Para Sample:
tw: blood, implied torture, child abuse
“Are you going to talk back?”
Her voice was harsh as he stood there, his chest stripped bare and he knelt on the stone ground of the courtyard, in response to the phrase he merely shook his head. It was a cold, dark night, the sky lacking any sign of moonlight with only the shadow of the New Moon. Fergus stared at the barely distinguishable shadow of himself on the courtyard ground and gritted his teeth, it was immediate. A swift, quick sound and the loud smack against his shoulderblades – he could feel as the whip simply ripped a strip of skin, immediately followed by a bucket of ice-cold water that had him consciously stopping himself from trying to control said water.
He gasped silently and dared not close his eyes. It was for his own good. He was going to go through the Cult trials. He didn’t care for the Cult, truly, he didn’t want it at all but it was just another thing he owed his mother. Like the good son he was, he couldn’t let her down. She had loved and raised him after all, the least he could do was not disappoint, right?
“Fergus, baby, are you okay?”
He looked up as her voice had softened, she sat in her chair in front of him and still, he’d always see her standing tall and proud. Part of him wondered if he would ever be like her, if he would one day ever live up to her legacy. Actually to all of his family’s legacy. His entire body was stiff as he hadn’t moved in a good hour, kneeling in the hard cold pavement and letting her beat him senseless. Well, not her but his older cousin Saoirse, who was only following his mother’s commands.
He didn’t feel hate, or anger, he only felt the hard pain in the pit of his stomach – was she pleased with how he was enduring? Would he pass the cult’s trials ahead? Was he good enough? He couldn’t know and her eyes would not tell. But alas, he endured, unmoving like a stone, lips pressed together into a thin line, feeling the cold water mix with blood and sting down his back.
“You can respond.”
Finally. He sighed loudly and still didn’t move but his lips felt almost glued as he opened his mouth to respond. “Yea ma’, I’m good.” He wasn’t good exactly, he could definitely be spending his time better than being tortured on his house’s pateo but then again, if this would satisfy his mothers, he could do it over and over. Mother looked down on him and he could see the twisted feelings in her eyes. She didn’t take pleasure in doing this and he didn’t enjoy it, of course he didn’t, but it was needed, right? It was out of love. At least that’s how he’d always justify it to himself.
“Okay, get up then.” She commanded and he followed. It was in the flick of a moment, he didn’t have time to will away the stiffness set in his bones. Mother had simply flicked one hand towards his direction and he barely had time to hold up his hand before Saoirse’s foot was well on the direction of his chin. It hit him but not square on the face as he was practically thrown away and staggered. He looked down and spit blood on the floor.
“You expect a fight to be fair, it will never be fair!” She shouted back at him and he could hear the anger on her words. Fergus winced as Saoirse stepped back and mother glared back at him. So, he had failed again.
Spotted: Fergus and Martina sharing a few words. The question is, does the future hold them sharing a little bit more? Or maybe a lot? Keep your pants on this time, Martina.
No one enjoys slut shaming you piece of shit. This isn’t the 1900s.
