Ogun

Ògún prefers to bathe in blood even when there’s water at home. If they ever make a movie about the Òrìshà that makes it past Kickstarter, Samuel L. Jackson better play Ògún. He’ll kill you. He’ll chop your head off with a sword, shoot you with a revolver, carve your innards out with surgical equipment, hit you with a train…anything metal, really. The machete, though, that’s his favorite.

One could charitably call Ògún an introvert. He spends a lot of time in the woods by himself or (ever since Èshù convinced the two of them to stop quarreling over hunting grounds) with his brother and hunting buddy Oshóssí. Ògún bulls ahead and clears brush so Oshóssí can creep along and put arrows in dinner.

Ògún wears green and black, he’s always swole as hell, and he’s serious as a heart attack. When he gets a choice, he travels by rail: He has a hard time getting through airport security, and besides, he legit loves trains. If an old-school locomotive goes by, he’ll tell you exactly what make and model it is. So he might be a blacksmith who makes farm equipment or a railroad engineer when you see him. Lately, he’s frequently Incarnated himself as a combat medic. That’s where he’s most comfortable: surrounded by chaos and bullets with a piece on his hip and metal tools in his hands, protecting someone or something he cares about.

Ògún fathers lots of Scions and he’s proud of it. Since he likes to see how his kids handle stress, their Visitations often coincide with crises: brawls, opening night for a show, or when a deadline approaches.