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Question 7 | Bianca Moore | Question 8

Welcome back to the Get to Know My OC series: Fantasy Worlds Collide. Today’s spotlight falls on Bianca Moore, a character who refuses to be confined to any single definition. She is not just a figure in a fictional world. She is the world itself in flux. Through each of her incarnations, Bianca embodies contradiction: sacred yet defiled, earthly yet cosmic, wounded yet unstoppable.

In this entry, we’re peeling back the layers of her complex identity by exploring her occupations: plural, and intentionally so. For Bianca, career doesn’t mean what it means to most. Her work is obsession. It’s survival. It’s devotion, transgression, and ascension all at once. So, if you’re intrigued by characters who don’t just play roles but become them, keep reading because Bianca doesn’t clock in and out. She is the job.

Possible Trigger Warnings: body horror, cosmic horror, cult activity, demonic possession, experimental surgery, identity erasure, lab experimentation, mind control, obsessive love, psychological trauma, religious extremism, ritual sacrifice, self-harm (ritualistic), sexual trauma (implied), spiritual abuse, systemic abuse, and violence (graphic and symbolic), sacred and profane themes overlapping, non-consensual transformation, and trauma survival

Bianca Moore’s occupation is as fractured and multifaceted as the soul she carries. On Earth, she thrives in the public eye as a published romance novelist, spinning tales of dark desire and impossible love that reflect the undercurrents of her own tumultuous past. Writing is not just a profession for her. It’s a form of psychological release, transforming personal anguish into cathartic, consumable fiction. Her novels often straddle the line between fantasy and horror, laced with esoteric symbolism and emotional intensity.

Underneath the acclaim lies a woman haunted by memory, using fiction as a shield from the very forces that shaped her life. Though Earth views her as a mysterious, reclusive literary figure, her writing is merely the surface of a much deeper, cosmic role.

On Gaia, however, Bianca sheds the glamorous veil of her authorial persona and assumes a more sacred and sinister role: Priestess (self appointed) and Consort of Sephiroth. This is no mere title. It is a divine and metaphysical bond, rooted in prophecy and forged through torment, desire, and transcendence. As Priestess, she is the spiritual extension of Sephiroth’s will, his confidante and his mirror in the ritualistic pursuit of cosmic ascension. Their union is symbolic and literal, fusing celestial ritualism with demonic intent.

In ceremonies drenched in her and planetary blood, Bianca channels the corrupted spirit of the cosmos, transforming herself into an instrument of divine undoing. Her role is to amplify Sephiroth’s goals, to ground his will into reality, and to birth not just life, but chaos itself.

Yet Bianca’s role as a test subject cannot be separated from the spiritual and romantic titles she holds. It is, in many ways, the crucible in which all her roles are forged. Under the twisted eye of Shinra, Hojo, and Ravencroft’s obsession, Bianca is reduced to a living experiment: one whose body and soul are dissected, fused with S-cells, and Jenova cells in order to birth the next evolution of war, a Sephiroth 2.0.

Her divinity is corrupted by her time as a lab rat, as her body a living altar for experimentation and desecration. This degradation becomes central to her identity. She is both sacred vessel and disposable flesh, as she is broken and venerated by Sephiroth and defiled by Shinra. And in true Bianca fashion, she survives it. She does not crawl from the labs broken. She walks out remade: sharper, darker, and baptized in pain and manipulation.

Her occupations, though varied and often in conflict, are bound by a singular thread: devotion. Whether she’s crafting bestsellers on Earth, anointing herself in blood, or enduring surgical torments in the bowels of Shinra, everything Bianca does is tied to her obsession with Sephiroth and their shared destiny. Her career as a writer allows her to process the trauma of her former human life. Her priesthood sanctifies the chaos. Her time as a test subject radicalizes her resolve. Together, these roles don’t dilute her identity. They crystallize it. Each position she holds in the cosmic hierarchy is a reflection of a soul split in half, reforged in pain, and aligned with the only being she has ever seen as her equal.

Bianca is not just a woman with jobs. She is an occupation herself: to Sephiroth, to Gaia, and to Creation. She is labor incarnate: working tirelessly to rip the seams of reality open and remake the world in their shared, corrupted image. And in this new world, she does not want to simply survive. She wants to reign. To write the future not in ink, but in fire. To birth chaos, to sanctify it, and to watch as the stars fall in line with the prophecy that no god could stop -- even though the Creator tried.