"In the depth of winter,
I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer."
ORIENTATION:: Gay (on most days)
BREED:: A remnant of the Tuatha Dé Danann. Classified: "Dreamer."
MARITAL STATUS:: Single.
Life before he was "Anzu" is a blur he can barely recall. Of big, fancy manors akin to castles, and sweet sports cars with leather upholstery and engines that roared and purred. Dream like memories of parties with hundreds of people dressed in black and white and gold, wearing beautiful ornamental masks. Some of them wore horns, others had eyes like day and night, and there were those with four or six arms. Of fountains that run red with blood and wine.
He wonders if there was ever a time he was anything but what he is now. A killer without a soul.
Under numerous accords forged by Aoibheall and her court of loyalest followers, Anzu was unable to strike out at her, or any of the Danann. Unable to make any moves at all to free himself of his binds. She placed a mark on him; which manifested as a pure golden arm-band above his bicep. Multiple attempts to pry it off using magics and weapons and tools, even cold iron, failed.
He suffered flashes of memories from lives that weren't his, he remembered, briefly, names of lovers and friends that he'd never met. Not knowing who he was before Anzu made him desperate to find out, so during the Death Months of Winter, when They were less active, he fled into the World of Men and hid himself.
By the time spring rolled around, he was lost to Them completely.
Life began anew, although it was a strange one. Full of blood and running, more running than most people will ever do in their entire life.
At least until he somehow found his way back to his old home and met a boy along the way who's car had broken down. His name was Kainoa Razson... and Anzu found himself inexplicably drawn to the male. For reason's he was never able to ascertain.
Anzu managed to convince the young demigod to assist him in breaking into the intrepid, dilapidated manor that was his home, once upon a time. and creeping through the old halls in search of things forgotten. Which they found in the form of a scrying mirror that refused to cast reflections, no, this mirror had other purposes. Like serving as a doorway to another dimension, inhabited by a being that seemed to be constructed solely of darkness and smoke. After a brief confrontation, they escaped, and the house collapsed into the ground.
At the time, Anzu knew only that he could pull things from his dreams and feel a strange pulse, like the worlds heartbeat, under his feet. But the creature from the mirror unlocked the memories he'd hidden away from himself. It happened slowly. Slow enough for him to chalk the invasive visions up to bad dreams, or the earth attempting (poorly) to communicate.
He tried to build a life with Kai.
But it didn't last.
By the time his memories were his own again, They had found him, and were already attempting to communicate, for they knew he saw them. It was the Fair Folk that reached out to him first. A ban síde with flowing, orange hair like fire. She stood outside the window of the corner store he'd managed to snag a job, keening, wailing a twisted lament whenever he would lay down and try to sleep. After three nights of a repeated performance, he relented his ability to see the creature and drove it away. A week later, he was approached in the middle of the day by a cavalcade of Redcaps. Their was no conversation- they attacked, likely to drag him back to the Unseelie, but he was prepared to fend them off with a handful of long, rusted nails. After chasing them away, he tracked down all the trods he could feel calling to him, and defiled them with curses, tearing them down. And it was the last time he saw one of The Folk.
Months went by, and things returned to normal... until the girl appeared. Not a faerie. But a Changeling just like himself. And her blood was the Danann's blood.
Her hair was literal fire, and smoke poured from her eyes. She appeared in the room where Anzu and Kai were sleeping. Anzu was waiting for her, ready to slay her the moment her feet touched and scorched the floors of his bedroom. But she only grinned, her teeth sparkling like diamonds and whispered, in a voice that was like the spitting and hissing of fire; "Our Queen awaits."
Anzu spared only a glance at the shape of his lover on the shadowy bed, then he opened the window and let in the night air. While he'd been ready for her, and yes, he was confident that he could take her down. She knew where he lived- which meant so did everyone else. Kai was no longer safe, and the lie he was trying to make true crumbled to ash..
He took nothing when he left. And in the place somewhere between fantasy and reality, he slipped through the veil between the realm of Men and the Otherworld, where the Danann and their wicked Queen were waiting to embrace him.