Oro was the traditional god of war in Tahiti. One of his epithets was “the manslayer,” and he was described as taking delight in blood, violence and in receiving the sacrifice of the lives of men.
He had 4 children, and the three girls were as terrifying as he himself was. One of them bore a name that translates to “axe with eyes.” (The other names don’t really seem as scary, especially “frog of many owners.” What does that even mean?) His son’s name translates to “sworn friend,” which doesn’t seem the least bit frightening, or even warlike.
Needless to say, I’m going to be comparing him to Ares, the Greek god of war. “Manslaying,” “slayer of men,” and other similar epithets are common for Ares in epic poetry, as is his penchant for delighting in combat and bloodshed. (This type of epithet is probably standard among all gods of war, however.)
Like almost all the other male gods (Hades being the sole exception), Ares had a lot of children. At least with mortals, anyway. He’s especially known for his female children: many an Amazon was said to have him for a father (Penthesileia, for example), and even those who were entirely of mortal parentage typically received the title as an honorific. In fact, even real women who the Greeks perceived as being Amazons were often said to be the offspring of Ares.
His followers — Eris, Deimos and Phobos — were sometimes said to be his children; this more-or-less corresponds, I think, to the three frightening girls fathered by Oro.
Now, Ares did have more than one son. (In fact, two of them were fighting at Troy…at least ’til Deiphobos killed one of them. (Which might have been a great moment for him if he’d been aiming at the fellow. He had, in fact, been aiming at the King of Crete.) Another of Ares’ sons was killed by Heracles for having raised man-eating mares.) However, he only had one really noteworthy son: the entirely not-warlike Eros. (That being said, there are other versions of Eros’ birth that do not make him the son of Ares and Aphrodite.)
Weak comparison? Yep.
Lazy post? Probably.
However, I really, really didn’t want to write two posts today. And so this post has become inexpressibly awkward, thanks to my Monday series “Missing Letter Mondays.”