#revive.intro

[the-sacrosanct]

EMIL OLSSON called into ORACLE FM. They were a little bit SPITEFUL & STUBBORN at first, but we kept them talking until they got a little PASSIONATE & PATIENT. They said they’ve been working as OWNER OF ELYSIAN FIELDS, and thinking about aligning themselves with NO ONE since they have been living in Nova Satus for TWENTY YEARS, and from what we can tell, they still give off huge LOOKING OUT THE WINDOW INTO THE THICKENING DARKNESS, THE RUFFLE OF SHARP FEATHERS, ALL SEEING EYES vibes . [JOEL KINNAMAN, GIFTED HUMAN - SUMMONING, CIS MALE, 41, HE/HIM ]

BACKGROUND .

Emil grew up in a poor community in the south with even poorer parents. They hadn’t planned for him, and it sure as hell showed. His father, ever the raging alcoholic, had a penchant for cheating anyone out of anything valuable, and his mother placed all the blame on Emil’s very existence. He was always the fault for their hardship whether it made sense or not. What with another mouth to feed and the added expenses it took to raise another person in their shamble of a household.

That being said, Emil was a terribly curious child with the uncanny ability to slip away; just so he could go exploring and be away from ‘home’. He'd been nine years old when he got lost, purposely split up from his family when they were on a family vacation – well within rural grounds. Somehow he'd wandered far enough to lose all sight and direction of where he had come from. Panicked, he tried to retrace his steps, but came to no avail. He cried and screamed, prayed and cursed the heavens to find his parents again and again until he couldn't utter a single sound anymore.

Days passed as he traveled, trying to keep himself alive until some form of help could come along. The sheer amount of hopelessness made it hard not to panic constantly, but luck lent him a merciful hand in the form of a symbol. One that he felt compelled to draw into the ground. Emil didn’t know why he felt the need, but he did it nonetheless with the freshly drawn blood from a previous fall.

The symbol sparked to life, spilled out an unearthly glow before a form erupted from the middle of it. Something the size of a cat barreled into him with an ungodly screech. They collided in a hard tumble, and he fell subject to razor sharp claws that tore at his skin and clothes. Emil screamed for dear life, panicked about what was going on, but managed to add some distance between them.

That's when he saw the kipine head on.

It had the face of an owl, the body of a cub, wings of a bat and razor sharp talons. Frightened, he sprinted away from it, not wanting to die since he'd just been attacked. Yet as night fell, he exhaustion overtook him. So he did his best to hide himself the best he could from both the elements and the terrifying creature. Throughout the night, he heard the owl thing hoot in successions; a few times he heard a scuffle, but he didn't dare to uncover himself.

As unbelievable as it was, trust had been built between the entity and himself. They kept each other in view ( always far apart ), but the kipine seemed to lead him toward something, or rather somewhere. When he arrived at the ranger station, worn down to the bone and still shaken, no one could believe that a child had navigated the wilderness. Emil rambled about the beast that had led him here, but no one believed him.

The kipine had disappeared without warning.

Life went on despite that horribly fantastical situation. He never quiet grew out of his selective mutism until his mid twenties – not until he met a particular person that forever changed his way of life. A close friend ( one of the only friends Emil had ) gently nudged him towards the idea of upping his roots to start anew in a place that’s now known as Nova Satus.

It took weeks of convincing, but he eventually moved with nothing but the clothes on his back. True to his friend’s word, life was better there. Slowly, but surely, Emil gained his footing in the community.

EXTRA INFO .

Personality: Emil did a complete 180 over the past decade. For anyone that didn’t know him in his twenties ( mid & late included ), Emil’s always been an easy going, compassionate, loudish kind of dude. Always a jokester ( he’s always had that shining humor buried under all of that trauma ), but can be serious and thoughtful when called for. That being said, he’s also known to be stern ( firm believer in the ‘no shortcuts’ kind of route ), and can hold quite a grudge if someone can ever get him genuinely angry.

Summoning: At this day and age, Emil is only able to summon two creatures – the kipine and a manticore. Most of the time, he tends to summon the kipine ( even if she’s considerably temperamental ). Very rarely will he summon the manticore ( due to him being highly volatile and aggressive ).

Has a pet mutt, Croc, that he found near a bunch of crocodiles.

[lenchante]

EMILE DREYFUS. GIFTED HUMAN. TELEKINESIS.

EMILE DREYFUS called into ORACLE FM. They were a little bit HEDONISTIC & SELF-INDULGENT at first, but we kept them talking until they got a little SOCIABLE & EBULLIENT.  They said they’ve been working as a CASHIER/FLORIST AT DEVEREUX-MONROE FLOWERS, and thinking about aligning themselves with NO ONE since they have been living in Nova Satus for A YEAR AND A HALF, and from what we can tell, they still give off huge HALF-COMPLETED JOURNALS, UNREAD TEXT MESSAGES, A SEEMINGLY BOTTOMLESS COFFEE CUP, A METICULOUSLY ORGANIZED BEDROOM vibes.

As far back as he can remember, he’s been special. It was never something to be ashamed of - he could just do things other kids in his grade couldn’t. He could sharpen a pencil from across the room, or get a book to read under the covers without ever getting out of bed and waking up his parents with his footsteps. 

They grew up in a small town on the coast of New England; it probably wouldn’t show up on a map, even if they told you the name of it. And he was happy. He had friends, he had family, there were people who loved him. They loved plants, and animals, and the sight of the waves hitting against the rocks at the base of the cliff the town was built atop.

After high school, they didn’t want to leave. So, they stayed. He took up work in his aunt’s diner, everything was good. Until about a year and a half ago. There was just an incident - it was better for everyone in town if he left. An incident involving a knife, and some kids trying to rob the diner’s cash register. He hadn’t killed the kid, of course - hadn’t even hurt him - but it was enough to send the town into a tizzy with their gossip. 

When trying to figure out where to go, they found themselves driving down a long highway, the radio tuned to whatever channel they could find. Come to Nova Satus, one advertisement played over a station he’d never heard of before. And, sure, it was probably supposed to be a tourist’s advertisement, but he didn’t have any other idea where to go. So he followed the directions he was given, glad for some sort of guidance.

That guidance led him to a town that felt almost like home. It felt right, being there. He found a place to stay, an apartment over some coffee shop. It always smelled like caffeine, occasionally like baked goods, and they quickly got to decorating it with plants, books, pictures. Made it their own.

After that, they found a job by wandering the streets, stopping in anywhere that caught their attention, eventually landing one at a florist’s, the owner of which looked like he needed some extra hands. 

Since then, he’s mostly been settled in in town, making friends - he’s very sociable, and despite how well they decorated their apartment, they spend most of their time outside of it - and mostly just learning as much as he can about the new place he calls home. 

[hephaestusthyme]

HEPHAESTUS THYME called into ORACLE FM. They were a little bit CHEEKY & ENIGMATIC at first, but we kept them talking until they got a little WATCHFUL & GUIDING. They said they’ve been working as OWNER OF EPOCH, and thinking about aligning themselves with N/A since they have been living in Nova Satus for FIFTY-FIVE YEARS, and from what we can tell, they still give off huge THE DRIPPING OF BLOOD ON THE GROUND, POWER THROUGH DARKNESS, & FEEBLE-LEGGED BUT WISE-EYED GAMBLER vibes. [ DJIMON HOUNSOU, HAITIAN LOA (PAPA LEGBA), CIS-MAN, UNKNOWN, HE/HIM ]

TW: Rape Mention, Slavery Mention, Child Abuse Mention, Physical Disability, Death

@revivalreblogs

The vessel of Papa Legba was already embroiled in violent sacrifice when the Loa followed his people from West Africa to their destination in the Americas. The vessel’s mother was stripped of her dignity and clothing, and raped by men who had sold her to Spanish ships taken to the Caribbean.

From gestation on the ships, the vessel was born into slavery and put on an auction block. Legba, being the fatherly figure he was to the slaves, followed the child through the trials of being ripped from his mother and forced to grow up in a stunted world. The boy would develop osteomalacia or Rickets due to lack of nutrients and vitamins he needed. Crying in pain, day and night, the boy became a young man with a terrible limp.

To supplement the vessel’s disability, Legba would come to him and encourage the boy through puberty and he would speak Legba’s name and draw the Loa’s symbol for others who also needed guidance. Mistaking Legba for an indulgent Loa, his first sacrifices were goats in the Americas, but knowing they had so little. Legba advised his worshipers that all they need do was invoke his symbol or drip rum on the ground and call for him.

Legba never asked for the would-be vessel’s body, but when said vessel became a man, he slowly tired of his existence and offered himself again and again to Legba so may the Loa be of this world. Legba bided his time until the man decided to make an escape plan to leave the island with others.

The raft was simple and easily put together under the cover of darkness, they asked for Legba to speak their deities for blessings but there was no time for sacrifice to anyone but Legba. Unfortunately, this angered some of the other Loa spirits and the escape was not a success. When the vessel was shot and clinging to life, he once again called out to Papa Legba to take his body and make it a home. Legba finally saw to the dying wish and entered the vessel’s body while it floated at sea.

Papa Legba took the vessel’s body to what would become known as Louisiana in modern times. The Loa traveled the swamps and waited for the coming of more of his people. Other Loa encouraged Legba to seek out a healer for his vessel, but Legba always saw it as a point of his own existence to keep the vessel’s body intact and disabled.

Over hundreds of years, Papa Legba traveled between America and the island nation known as Haiti where his people practiced Vodou and called for him. Only in the last sixty years did he learn of Nova Satus and he took his time in coming to the city for he knew too well how an ill-timed escape to somewhere better could lead to death.

Being a Loa of peculiar tastes, he opened Epoch, a speakeasy that is not easily found. Being the Loa of roads, doors, and keys he made way for a place to come and have oracles deciphered, fortunes told, or guidance given to people who worship him. The cost at the door? One good, strong memory that you will sacrifice forever. After all, it makes no sense to put more blood on the ground, at least not yet, though such a dripping of blood in Legba’s symbol might bring you closer to the threshold as the rumors are said.

Papa Legba has the ability to shift into an old mutt of a dog with a limp and this is often the form he chooses when someone wanders into a crossroads and calls for his presence. He will usually be a menacing beast in this form because he is not happy that he’s been called to a place of trickery. He expects his worshipers to plan their journeys so there will be no crossroads.

Some additional abilities include knowledge of the location of other deities, but that does not mean he will give up the location without being told what is desired and given sacrifice. It’s going to take more than rum on the ground in most cases. He can also decipher oracles and in that way, fortune telling is also his privy as is the granting of luck in his presence. Also, he has pet rats. Try not to mind them.

Legba’s main ability, however, has to do with travel. He is the keeper of roads, keys, doorways, and gates. You will find his symbol in these places and Legba may choose, depending on the sacrifice if he will allow the person to enter, be it his speakeasy or otherwise. Finally, he can grant the ability to speak directly to a deity, however, he is not responsible for the deity’s mood or the consequences of the disruption.

Legba’s weaknesses are mainly physical. He is always carrying his vessel’s pain and inability to walk without a cane. He also has a slight hunch to his back and cannot stand up straight without help, which he usually rebuked. The Loa is also vulnerable at crossroads, which is why he doesn’t like to be called to them.

For appearances, most of Papa Legba’s clothes are old and out of style, but he finds the loud suits and under clothes to be comfortable and he will wear them until they are rags. He also typically wears a hat and always has a cane as well as a pipe or cigar in his hand. He prefers rum to all other liquor so if you want to appeal to him, buy him one at the speakeasy, if you can find it.

A final note: despite being a traveling and crossroads spirit, Legba is not a trickster. In fact, he is seen as a father figure in Haitian Vodou and West African religions.

[foretolds]

CASSIUS MORALES BAPTISTE called into ORACLE FM. They were a little bit HEDONISTIC & RECKLESS at first, but we kept them talking until they got a little PROTECTIVE & WORLDLY.  They said they’ve been working as CHEF AT OBSCENITY, and thinking about aligning themselves with NA since they have been living in Nova Satus for FORTY ONE YEARS, and from what we can tell, they still give off huge THE SLOW LOWERING OF DESIGNER SUNGLASSES TO MAKE A POINT, THE PRIDE IN THE CLAIM OF BRUISES LEFT RIGHT AT THE CORNER OF COLLAR BONES, & BASS IN THE BOTTOM OF A HEARTY LAUGH THAT MAKES AN IMPRESSION vibes . [Y'LAN NOEL, HATIAN LOA (PAPA GHEDE), CIS MALE, UNKNOWN , HE/HIM ]

While taking a vessel is usually a process that is more inviting, Cassius has occupied this one for as long as he cares to remember (or tell), for more intimate reasons. The story changes depending on when and how he is telling it, but few have managed to settle him enough to garner the real account of the way things happened. Some are given the tall tale of ritual sacrifice, a dramatic rendition of his ceremony, others are told the long winded yet rewarding story involving a lover with a dream to keep whatever was left of a broken heart.

The truth? The truth was that the man he occupied now was the cemetery keeper for the body of one of his greatest lovers. This usually wouldn’t have made him particularly special, but it was watching the way the man continued to work through, or passed, his own needs to give to the dead that made him appealing. His loneliness was so palpable at one point, that the gift of possession seemed like it would, and could, come as a relief. So, they had made a deal.

Cassius sat with this man for awhile, days turning into years, until finally he had agreed to preform the ritual that would allow him to live forever, even if he was forced to shove over for the needs and wants of a loa that was fickle yet somehow still honorable, in some sense. When they joined, he allowed the man to occasionally slip through, to have a few days, a few moments, a few memories that would and could be his alone. In a sense, some would say that he loved his vessel, and they wouldn’t be wrong. Where they were, wrong, though, was in thinking that this gave him some kind of weakness.

That was years ago, though. Years, decades, centuries. He has been here, watching, operating, living his life. Throughout those decades he has indulged all of his whims, whether it be working as a doctor and enjoying the irony in being the one that would decide if sickness would bring them to join the dead, or would they bounce back better than ever; or a coroner for his people, specifically, because America was never warm enough to them, and they died on the street far too often for his liking.

When he was coroner, and when he deals with the dead, he is the pillar of guidance and assistance. They don’t deserve to feel fear when they pass, the simpler parts of humanity can bleed away to make way for the after life that is often more welcoming than the world can be. That’s the caveat, isn’t it? He knows celebration intimately, even in the fact of despair, but that doesn’t mean that he is always the poster boy for this years fuck boy Olympics. No, you just have to know how to talk to him nice, to ask him to be serious for a moment, and you’ll always get a seriously answer, lecture, or piece of advice.

As the stories go, he has always had an issue with food. The glasses that usually adorn is features are not needed, but we’re once used as a tool to hide the way he watched those who much steal it from him. Now, they are more of a dramatic accent, but that doesn’t mean that he is particularly forgiving for anyone that steals from him, or his following, considering it a large offense, and one well worth holding a grudge for.

At the advice of a very specialized therapist, he would open the restaurant behind his love of said food. He learned that making it, that giving that gift back to people, eased that anxiety and began to quell his need to constantly run away with sustenance that he did not need. Eventually, his passion became the restaurant that would stand today. It gives him a chance to deal with his own bullshit, but it also seconds as a chance to bestow his own blessings on people - through charity donations, catering funerals (an obscenity special that is always pro bono), or just lifting the spirits of those that enter the front doors.

He found Nova Satus to be the right place for that years ago, and when he was approached about their potential return to full power, he jumped on it. The man might be partially dormant, but he misses the way that belief flows in the blood, the way it sets your body on fire. The way appreciation tingles right under the skin, the way adoration feels when it’s whispered against your lips. All of it he has chased on a small scale, but now, now it has to return full force.

Cassius goes by Baptiste and very rarely allows or enjoys anyone else calling him by his first name. Much like the truth behind his origin story with his vessel, this is a privilege for a select few, rather than a standard setting.

Baptiste often is found wearing all black, almost to the point where it is comical that the man even owns any other colors. However, alternatively, if anyone makes the mistake of telling him that he looks like he’s dressed for a funeral, he simply grins while explaining that a funeral is the most important party you’ll ever have.

Baptiste is extremely sex positive, and will throw hands over anyone who decides to slut shame, kink shame, or otherwise. Because of this, he also hasn’t had too much of a history in committed relationships. It’s not that he is not open to them, they had to just be worth the while, and keeping both his interest in personality and his need for filth in the bedroom can be...well, a task.

Baptiste is almost always wearing a pair of glasses, most frequently they are sunglasses that are either pushed on his nose dramatically, gestured with, or otherwise.

Papa Ghede is well known for the obscene, both generally and sexually. That being said, he is always going to be the first one to say something vulgar to some degree. He is unapologetically shameless, and smooth in a way that is both attractive and irritating, depending on the day and person. Alternatively, catch my guy with a very popular only fans account, the number one fan of whatever day myst gets new shipments in, and rolling through every single amateur's night at the local strip clubs.

Last but not least, at least for now, he also tends to be jovial, in a sense, dancing words in circles or saying shit just for amusement value or to get a reaction. I apologize in advance for whatever nonsense is going to come out of his mouth, truly. That being said, that is just how he operates. However, if you want or need him to be serious about something, the solution is simple: use your words. If you ask him to be serious or take something seriously, he will, and he will offer a solid response.

POWERS

death force manipulation

vodou magic

necromancy

healing

enhanced charisma/sexual inducement/sex deity physiology

underworld lordship

possession/aspect manifestation 

contract bestowal/summoning/power bestowal

wish granting/blessing inducement/curse inducement

immortality

WEAKNESSES

contract/blessing/curse negation (including prolonged use of blessing, power, contract or misuse)

may also need to present offerings, complete task or favor, or user must have certain qualities to obtain curse/blessing.

all wishes come with price and balance, all wish, curses and blessings come with loopholes and twists.

can be bound by high level magic (usually requiring several covens/witches/magic beings)

weakness creation/inducement/empowerment

spicy healing (aka he has to take on some portion of the sickness he is taking away, or suffer some consequence in order to do that)

possession can be negated by rune, certain protection spells

life balance - lives saved have to equal lives taken, so if he saves one person, he also has to kill someone to maintain the balance

[ofmyth]

[ r, 21, she/her, est, ] ALEXANDRA “LEX” TORRES called into ORACLE FM. They were a little bit TIMID & RESILLIENT at first, but we kept them talking until they got a little EMPATHETIC & STRONG WILLED They said they’ve been working as AN PHOTOGRAPHER, and thinking about aligning themselves with N/A since they have been living in Nova Satus for FOUR YEARS, and from what we can tell, they still give off huge BAREFOOT WALKS THROUGH THE WOODS, FLORAL CROWNS AND SHEEPISH SMILES vibes . [ ANA DE ARMAS, BIGFOOT, CIS FEMALE, UNKNOWN, SHE & HER ]

you are a myth, an urban legend they say. something that is not supposed to exist but yet here you are.. and a woman too. people have spent their lifetimes trying to track you, or even catch a mere glimpse of you. but all you’ve ever wanted is to be heard, seen, and not hunted.. why can’t they understand that ? that you deserve more. and because of that you have spent so long fearing others, running at the sight of anyone that came close. fearful of what they might do, if they caught you. due to being hunted relentlessly over your course of existence. 

instead ? it’s the bane of your existence, being hunted and chased.. and for what ? it’s what caused you to move quite literally all over the place, never staying somewhere for a long length of time. but somehow word always got around of sightings and what they thought were you.

the move to nova satus is sudden, abrupt even but it might be a chance at what could be deemed as a normal life.. so it’s something you snatch. maybe there’d be no more running. no more hiding or being hunted. and you could start off fresh. but you don’t know the first thing about being normal. or ordinary or how to live.

for the first time in a very long time you are not being hunted. and are trying to be “normal” and adjust to being just ordinary for a change. which requires you having an ordinary job and being something other than what you are. you decide to go by lex and that you want to take pictures the way you have seen others do, and it’s something from the start that you enjoy right away and you hope that things can only go up. and that you don’t have to be fearful or afraid anymore.

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hellooo ! i am r and i’m so excited to be here !! and if you wanna plot feel free to hmu here or on discord <3 can’t wait to write with y’all 

[howlingvidar]

VIDAR ERLING called into ORACLE FM. They were a little bit AGGRESSIVE & UNTRUSTING at first, but we kept them talking until they got a little WITTY & PERCEPTIVE.  They said they’ve been working as OWNER OF WHERE ARE THE WOLVES, and thinking about aligning themselves with LOKI since they have been living in Nova Satus for TWENTY YEARS, and from what we can tell, they still give off huge BLOODIED KNUCKLES, FULL MOON NIGHTS, & RUSTED CHAINS vibes. [CODY FERN, SHIFTER (WOLF)/FENRIR, CIS MAN, UNKNOWN, HE/HIM ] .

Strengths & Abilities:

Can shift into giant black wolf

Can do partial shift (eyes, claws, teeth)

Enhanced senses

Enhanced speed

Super strength

Immortality

Weaknesses:

Beheading

Removal of heart

Wolfsbane (will make weak, but not kill)

Gleipnir

Important Tidbits:

Managed to free himself from his chains when the Norse Gods lost power

Travelled through Scandinavia for the most part, but eventually moved on to travel the world

Has a lingering chip on his shoulder. He resents all of the Norse Gods, but hates Odin and Tyr in particular and is longing for Ragnarok to happen in order to get his vengeance on those he views as people who have betrayed him

Follows Loki more out of shared destiny reasons as opposed to true loyalty, given his father also abandoned him

He feels largely at home at Nova Satus, though is rather stand-offish to his employees and most others. He prefers dogs and has quite a few of them, as well as having a penchant for other creatures like werewolves

He is still particularly aggressive and dangerous, but is much better at hiding it.

[hightiides]

BO PINJUI  called into ORACLE FM. They were a little bit -CARELESS  & -ECOCENTRIC at first, but we kept them talking until they got a little +EXCITING & +DARING.  They said they’ve been working as STREET PERFORMER and thinking about aligning themselves with TU'ER SHEN since they have been living in Nova Satus for  3 MONTHS, and from what we can tell, they still give off huge WEEK OLD LAUNDRY STILL WAITING TO BE WASHED, HYPNOTIC NOVELITY GLASSES WORN BY A CHILD, LUCKY CHARMS SCATTERED ACROSS THE ROOM vibes . [SAM LIN, DEITY (SUN WUKONG), CIS MAN,  UNKNOWN, HE/THEM ]

About Sun 

Monkey turned Godly Stableboy turned down to normal gain

Literally has no concept of self control but was loyal to Tripitaka on his journey 

Along the way he learned compassion for others (well as much as a monkey-man could) 

In the end returned to the heavens

Well until he annoyed about cleaning stables hence 

Nova Status:

He went to Nova Status just to prove a point to the Buddhist monks again

He decided he should align himself with another god who could put up with his shit Tu’er Shen

While he noticed his powers acting a bit out of whcak (even by his standards) hes not to lax about it 

Though he might try to fight someone diety or otherwise thats just his nature 

Powers 

Enhanced Strength

Enhanced Agility 

Zoolingualism (Limited to Monkeys)

Wind Manipulation 

Darkness Sensory

 Weaknesses:

Enhancements often burn metabolism in his human form leaving him very tired 

Can be overpowered by wind himself (i.e blizzard, tornado etc) 

Cloaking by stronger entities can hide their own darkness 

All abilities can be weakened via emotions 

[witchyjohnmartin]

JOHN MARTIN called into ORACLE FM. They were a little bit DRUNK & HOT-HEADED at first, but we kept them talking until they got a little TAMED & DILIGENT. They said they’ve been working as GROUNDSKEEPER AT THE CEMETERY, and thinking about aligning themselves with LILITH since they have been living in Nova Satus for EIGHT YEARS, and from what we can tell, they still give off huge FRENCH TUCKED SHIRTS AND BIG BELT BUCKLES, SLOW TALKING BUT NOT SLOW THINKING, THE SCENT OF GRAVE DIRT AND BOURBON vibes . [MICHAEL VLAMIS, WITCH, CIS-MAN, 30, HE/HIM] @revivalreblogs​

Born to witches of a coven of a proverbial ghost town in West Texas, John knew a hard and sheltered life early on. He worked on the land and with the animals of the coven leader’s ranch since he could stay on the back of a horse. His mother was the town rainmaker, with a penchant for weather and natural magic. John’s father was the town animal whisperer and taught John a great deal about how to treat livestock with caring hands.

As an only child, John thought he was unstoppable as a witch and spent a good deal of time pushing boundaries with his parents. For this reason, by the time he was a teen, the coven supreme made him one of the town’s senteries. He excelled with defensive spells and glamoring abilities. Venturing out on his own led John to land himself in some hairy situations, and then he met a human. He’d always been told to avoid humans because they would cause war, but did young John listen? Of course not. The human was a lanky, tanned teen about John’s age who had gotten lost on a Boy Scout trip. John had no idea what a Boy Scout was but he was enamoured with the other boy after he conjured water for the boy to drink and was thanked.

Over the next few years, John and the other boy would meet in secret in the land between the coven and the humans. Naively, John showed the fellow teen more and more of what magic could accomplish and eventually, when they were young men, they confessed their love for each other, though it’s unsure who did so first because they were both the chatty types.

Unknown to John and his love, the land they were meeting upon was hunting grounds for a local enclave of vampires. John discovered this abruptly and violently when he was traveling at night to meet his beloved and found blood at their campground. In blind panic, John used the blood to scry the location of the other man. By the time John caught up with the vampire, he was ready to kill and the vampire gave him the the option of turning his lover or John could kill the vampire and seal his lover’s fate. Again naive, John made the terrible choice for his lover to be turned and waited as he was mourned and buried by the humans before the night he would return.

John waited in the cemetery with the ghosts and when his lover came out of the ground? He was not the same and John was devastated. The vampires arrived and took their new child of the night with them. John went to the supreme and relayed the entire story. He was struck down for his foolishness and told he could not return to the coven until he had proven himself trustworthy.

Wandering, John’s anguish came out of him as he hunted vampires. When he heard of Nova Satus, he couldn’t stay away. He came to be the cemetery grounds keeper of the city and now, waits, night after night to slay vampires as they come out of the ground, which is awful on his psyche and he drinks to compensate.

[entcnglemnt]

TIP ANEJA called into ORACLE FM. They were a little bit SKETCHY &  DECEITFUL at first, but we kept them talking until they got a little ADAPTIVE & VENTURESOME.  They said they’ve been working as a COURIER, and thinking about aligning themselves with N/A since they have been living in Nova Satus for SEVEN YEARS, and from what we can tell, they still give off huge THE RUSH OF EXCITEMENT FROM SOMETHING SHINY, MIDNIGHT CAR RIDES WITH THE MUSIC AT FULL BLAST, A CHEWED TOOTHPICK PINCHED BETWEEN MOLARS vibes .

Basics::

Birthname: Unknown

Alias: Tip

Age: Twenty-Six

Classification: Raccoon 

Misc Information:

-favorite genre of music is always changing, but the one constant is sea-shanties

-missing the tips of both of his ears due to the accident that took his family. It’s only noticable when he’s in his raccoon form, but if you look hard enough, you can see the curl and scaring on his human ears.

-above is how he got his name, it started as a joke among the pack, but since he didn’t really know his birthname, it stuck.

-needs to constantly be moving, however small it may be, no one part of him is ever completely still. 

-he talks to himself more than he talks to other people. And is often found making random noises for the sake of making sound. He doesn’t like the silence, can’t quite put his finger on why, but it makes his skin crawl.

-has the “napoleon complex” - meaning that since he was raised by wolves, he often exhibits wolf like behavior. Despite being, and knowing that is he, a raccoon. He’s working on it. 

Abilities:

Shape-shifting

Enhanced Climbing

Enhanced Senses: Sight & Smell

Enhanced Strength

Enhanced Dexterity

Feral Mind

Environmental Adaptation

“Bio”:

There is a portion of his life that has been blacked out from memory. Neatly tucked away in the back of his mind to be completely forgotten. He’s not exactly mad about it, however. He knows that portion of his past contains the memories of the family he lost - remembering them now would only bring a pain he’s never wanted to feel.

Statistically speaking, even he shouldn’t be alive. Or, at least, that’s what his adoptive mother has told him on multiple occasions. Being taken in by a wolf pack should have set him up for some sort of disadvantage among the family, but it really only pushed him to find better ways, more unique ways, to fit in and prove his worth. This meant he spent a lot of time chasing after the wolf pups, and while he didn’t partake on hunts, he did scavenge on his own terms. 

He was able to sneak into places the pack couldn’t, was able to get his hands on things they needed that couldn’t be found in the wild. But as the wolves grew older, and bigger, Tip only grew older and despite the fact that he knew, genetically, there was no real comparison between the two species, it still left him bitter and frustrated with his lack of ability within the pack - and the more frustrated and bitter he got, the more reckless he became.

It wasn’t until an accidental stumble upon this town did it ever cross his mind to just… leave. The town was the promise of a new start, of relearning who he was and building himself into the person he was supposed to be. Or, at least, into the fucked up person that comes as a result of his constant barrage of mistakes. 

[goddessxxhera]

MAIA GRAY called into ORACLE FM. They were a little bit VENGEFUL & JEALOUS at first, but we kept them talking until they got a little MOTHERLY & ELOQUENT.  They said they’ve been working as a WEDDING PLANNER, and thinking about aligning themselves with OLYMPIANS since they have been living in Nova Satus for FIFTY YEARS, and from what we can tell, they still give off huge THE COLOR PINK, BLOODIED ROSES, & RUNNING MASCARA vibes . [ NATALIE DORMER, GREEK GODDESS (HERA) , CIS WOMAN, UNKNOWN, SHE/HER ]

Strengths & Abilities:

Superhuman Strength

Blessings and Curses

Shape-Shifting

Flight

Weather Control

Immortality

Weaknesses:

Curses and Blessings are both susceptible to curse breaking or negation under certain circumstances, such as counter spells, certain cures, completion of tasks or duties, etc.

Blessings can only be completed with a proper offering

Zeus

Lack of Followers

Weather being negated by other weather aligned Gods/Goddesses, as well as it taking a toll physically

Important Tidbits:

Ever since taking on the name Maia, she has taken a lot of time to think about her past actions and the realization that she had turned into something of a monster - driven by vanity and vengeance

Despite that, she blames a lot of their fall and her old behavior on Zeus. This has led to estrangement between them, as she has essentially gotten sick of his shit

Since moving to Nova Satus, she has settled down and found enjoyment in planning weddings and blessing marriages when she can - she rarely uses her other powers due to the fact she has no need to

While she would like to get her power back, it’s also not a priority to her as she’s afraid she’ll revert to the person she was prior to her fall

[ncnducorduco]

RADHA MATHUR called into ORACLE FM. They were a little bit - BRASH & - TEMPERAMENTAL at first, but we kept them talking until they got a little + COMPASSIONATE & + FAITHFUL.  They said they’ve been working as A CLASSICAL DANCER, and thinking about aligning themselves with NO ONE since they have been living in Nova Satus for THIRTY FIVE YEARS, and from what we can tell, they still give off huge THE VELVETEEN SOFTNESS OF LOTUS’, THE SOUND OF BELLS AT HER EVERY STEP, AND DEVOTION SO DEEP IT FEELS LIKE LIBERATION vibes . [ KRITI SANON, HINDU GODDESS LAKSHMI, CIS FEMALE, UNKNOWN, SHE/HER ] @revivalreblogs

SHE WHO HAS MANY NAMES

𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒉𝒂 divine love and devotion / 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒂 daughter of the earth / 𝒌𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒎𝒊𝒌𝒂 the one who lives in krishna's heart / 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒏𝒖𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒏𝒊 the consort of vishnu / 𝒗𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊 one who speaks like nectar / 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒉𝒊 the perennial spring / 𝒗𝒊𝒃𝒉𝒂 the radiant one / 𝒍𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒊 remover of the world’s miseries / 𝒑𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒂 one who caries lotus in hands / 𝒗𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒂 the pure one, 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒎𝒚𝒂 the one who gives prosperity to women / 𝒗𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒌𝒔𝒉𝒎𝒊 granter of boons

WRITTEN ACROSS HISTORY

It is said that Devi Lakshmi was born from the stirring of the primordial milky ocean by the gods and demons as they struggled to obtain amrit, the nectar of immortality. The name Lakshmi is derived from the Sanskrit word Laksya, which means aim or destination. Lakshmi is the goddess of wealth and prosperity of all forms, material and spiritual, as well as a personification of devotion, love, and beauty. She along with the Goddesses Saraswati, and Parvati makes up the eminent goddesses of hinduism, representing Shakti the latent power required to reach pure consciousness and essential to create, sustain and destroy. Just as energy can never be created nor be destroyed, but changes from one form to another; the devis take many incarnations to do different tasks. Creation through Saraswati or sound and knowledge, preservation through Lakshmi or light and sustenance, and destruction through Parvati or heat, and strength.

Though she resided dormant as a primordial source of power at the birth of creation, Lakshmi’s story in the known world began with a meeting between the great but volatile Sage Durvasa and Devraj Indra.

Sage Durvasa with respect, offers Indra a garland of flowers. Lord Indra takes the flowers and rather than humbly placing it around his own neck, he puts the garland on the forehead of his elephant Airvata. The elephant not knowing any better takes the garland and throws it down on the earth. Durvasa gets angry at this disrespectful treatment of his gift and he says to Indra, “you have an inflated ego and in your arrogance you have disrespected me!” So Durvasa curses Lord Indra, stating that his kingdom will be ruined just as the garland was ruined from being throwing onto the ground due to his his excessive pride.

Durvasa walks away and Indra returns to his great palace in the high heavens. The effects of the curse show themselves without fail, he, the other gods, and his subjects begin to lose their vigour and energy, all the vegetation and source of sustenance starts to wither away, men stop doing charity, minds become corrupted, and the base desires of all become uncontrollable.

With the Gods growing weak, the rakshasas (demons) invade the heavenly abode of the Gods with success for the first time since it’s creation. Chaos spreads seeping into the hearts of even the mortals below. So the Gods go to Lord Vishnu (the preserver of the universe) who suggests they churn the ocean to restore the power back to the Gods. The work of churning this primordial ocean will bring back the elixir of immortal life to the gods.

The churning is symbolized as a literal tug of war between the Gods (good) and Demons (evil). The sea being so vast, the only way to achieve their purpose was to take a large snake and wrap it around a mountain and sink the mountain into the milky sea. The gods tugged at the tail and the demons at the head of the snake. The coiling and uncoiling of the snake caused the mountain to spin, and the sea to swirl.

From this churning many things rise up out of the ocean, the most important among them being the Goddess bearing the elixir they all sought. Goddess Lakshmi rose out of the waves, fully grown from an unfurling lotus, her skin glowing as radiant as the sun. She was the personification of fortune and prosperity whomever she would choose to reside with would prosper. Lakshmi chooses Vishnu, with his calm eyes, and infectiously mischievous smile, and so the Gods in turn. But by this incident it’s made clear to everyone, the Goddess of Fortune forsakes even the gods should their arrogance gets out of hand. She represents not only material wealth but spiritual contentment as well. When the Goddess is angered, you are unable to do good work, you lack energy, grow insatiable, you loose your willpower, and life itself can feel meaningless. She offers wisdom, strength, beauty, luck, sovereignty and splendor.

Lakshmi became the consort of Lord Vishnu, though their union was so much more profound than can be out to words. In them humanity found aspiration, and the meaning of true love unburdened by the fear, selfishness, pride, jealously, mistrust, expectations, and even attachment. A love so devout that they often don’t even need words, or proximity to be reminded of one another. Their love not only exemplifies partnership between two people, but also the relationship between a worshipper and whom they worship.

Over the course of her long life she took many forms to nurture and to punish, to teach lessons, and remind humanity of their dharma, be it as a goddess or as an avatar. She was Sita in the Ramayan, and in the Mahabharat she was both Radha, and Rukmini. The divine love she shared with Krishna (Vishnu’s avatar in that life) in the mortal remains forever immortalized, and worshiped to this day. Her purpose as his wife Rukmini later in life was to aid him as he reestablished dharma through the bloody cleansing that was the Kurukshetra war.

Taking the name Radha again as she satiates her curiosity over the happenings of Nova Satus with the promise of the world returning to as it was thousands of years ago when the mortals had not forgotten of them, is perhaps about nostalgia more than anything else.

THE DICHOTOMY OF STRENGTH & WEAKNESS

POWERS & ABILITIES

Absolute Wish, Cycle Embodiment, Enlightenment, Existential Manifestations, Supreme Deity Physiology, Time Deity Physiology, Trinity Force, Invincibility, Beauty Embodiment, Energy Embodiment, Prosperity Embodiment, Preservation, Purification

WEAKNESSES

Lack of worship

Curses and blessings can be negated or cured under the right circumstances.

Blessings can only be given following proper rituals/prayers.

Bound by her word/promises

Can not sustainably exist on the mortal plane for long periods of time, as her celestial form would be too overwhelming, thus she can only manifest in partial form or as a human/supernatural avatar.

Vulnerable to mortality as a human avatar

Avatars may gain at least partially separate personalities from herself.

Should an avatar die having strayed too far, or without having unlocked the knowledge or their true self that part of her essence is forever lost.

graphic psd by castorbytes

[the-sacrosanct]

CHAROS GALANIS called into ORACLE FM. They were a little bit GREEDY & TRACITURN at first, but we kept them talking until they got a little DILIGENT & OBSERVANT.  They said they’ve been working as A TAXI DRIVER, and thinking about aligning themselves with HADES since they have been living in Nova Satus for FIFTY YEARS and from what we can tell, they still give off huge THE DULL CLINK OF COINS, AN UNSPOKEN CHILL RIGHT DOWN TO THE BONES, THE MONOTONY OF EVERDAY ROUTINE vibes . [CILLIAN MURPHY, PSYCHOPOMP (CHARON), CIS MALE, UNKNOWN, HE/HIM ]

BACKGROUND .

son of the primordial gods nyx and erebus, charon is the fabled ferryman of the rivers styx and acheron.

though diligent with his work, he has a heart of greed. souls of the  deceased must pay a toll in order to cross for judgement. if the fee is unmet then the shades aren’t granted access to his skiff and left to wander the shores for a hundred years.

bonus: if anyone made an attempt to rob him ( like a fool ), charon’s oar is then labeled rated e for everyone. 

in modern times, it’s rumored that he changed modes of transportation. from the river of styx to the tunnel of twygs – charon ( aka charos ) now guides the newly deceased in a taxicab.

EXTRA INFO .

personality: first and foremost, charos is quiet; movements silent as a shade, not one for many words, etc. that isn’t to say he’s disrespectful or rude, though. he’ll treat anyone with respect until given a reason not to.

instead of an oar, charos’ preferred weapon is the detachable steering wheel of his vehicle. 

his eyes are of a bluish-grey color & it’s sometimes said that they tend to flash when he’s angered. he can only see in black and white, but souls retain color.

strengths: 

soul detection –  able to see if another possesses a soul or not ( aka living or not ), but is limited to his regular vision 

coin manipulation – able to recreate any coin he’s come into contact / studied in detail at any time. 

weaknesses:

greed – as diligent as charos is when it comes to work, he is susceptible to bribery. especially if the payment in wager is substantial.  

coin usage – the less coins charos has in his bag, the weaker he is physically ( the coins he manifests himself do not count towards his durability / stamina ).

[lenchante]

HARI GANATRA called into ORACLE FM. They were a little bit STUBBORN & CARELESS at first, but we kept them talking until they got a little LOYAL & DETAIL-ORIENTED.  They said they’ve been working as a TATTOO ARTIST, and thinking about aligning themselves with NO ONE since they have been living in Nova Satus for A MONTH, and from what we can tell, they still give off huge LOUNGING IN THE WOODS, RAINY DAYS, FLORAL ART, ROMANTIC AND PLATONIC CUDDLING vibes . [NAOMI SCOTT, FAMILIAR (CHITAL DEER), CIS WOMAN, 45, SHE/HER ]

strengths & abilities:

full or partial shift into a chital deer

enhanced senses and speed

simple magic - healing, barriers, minor telekinesis - that increases after ingesting witch’s blood

danger detection for brother and contracted witch

magical conduit when contracted

can sense magic

increased lifespan ; possibility of immortality reliant on strength of contracted witch

weaknesses:

can be killed by everything that can kill a human

heavily reliant on having a contracted witch

has to bend to the will of contracted witch

tree nut allergy

basic information:

born two minutes after her twin brother hiyan, to a witch and his familiar. they’ve never been apart for more than a few days at a time. 

can be kind of oblivious - she was once targeted by a hunter and only made it out alive because hiyan took the shot for her - he killed the hunter and hari used her healing magic to keep him alive until she could get him to a hospital.

“not to be a man-hating lesbian, but...” ; she’s distrustful of men who aren’t hiyan after the hunting incident. 

she didn’t particularly want to come to nova satus, but she knows that hiyan will get himself into trouble being reckless when it comes to his contract, especially if she’s not there to keep him in check.

she works as a tattoo artist ; “if i have to be a part of society and pay taxes or whatever, i’m doing something fun.” specializes in nature tattoos, has been complimented for her eye for detail.

prefers to spend her time in nature, cities as a whole make her anxious. 

she doesn’t really care about finding a contract - in her mind, what will be will be, if it happens it happens, if it doesn’t, it’s not a big deal. she’s seen her parents’ loving relationship, and, in her mind, that’s the most she could get out of a contract. she doesn’t particularly care about the concept of immortality, she just wants happiness for herself and her loved ones.

[entcnglemnt]

AYDA SEPULTAR called into ORACLE FM. They were a little bit HANDSY & INSENSTIVE at first, but we kept them talking until they got a little THOROUGH & RESILIENT.  They said they’ve been working as CO-OWNER OF TITAN FAIR, and thinking about aligning themselves with THEMSELVES since they have been living in Nova Satus for ONE HUNDRED YEARS, and from what we can tell, they still give off huge FOREST FIRES, TRAUMA FUELED HUMOR, THE FEAR OF DROWNING, BLOOD UNDER FINGERNAILS vibes . [SUMMER BISHIL, DRAGON, CIS FEMALE, UNKNOWN, SHE / HER]

basics:

-Has exactly ONE HALF ( .5 ) of a heart, and that half isn’t hers. It’s Vihaan’s. Despite their father’s behavior toward her, Ayda was a very obvious favorite and, to this day, she can’t figure out why.

-dwelling is shared with her brother where crazy shit, including obscene parties and nonsense happen.

-the less emotionally available, sympathetic, and empathetic of the two. which is saying a lot, all things considered.

-she is a professional when it comes to swerving attachments and feelings.

-obviously, only has one eye. it isn’t a sore subject, but it also isn’t a story she likes repeating over and over again, so everyone who asks her about it gets a different story.

-quite literally the pettiest, cuntiest thing out there right now.

- Her element is Fire, her brother’s, water. Which leaves her in a weird limbo between the two.

-She will try to make you cry. She likes it when people cry.

proficiencies:

language:

With as old as she is, and as much as her and her brother have traveled, Ayda picked up a penchant for spoken tongue. She speaks several fluently and is constantly looking for new things to study in her free time. There are only a couple that you’ll hear her actively speak, and that’s Latin (spoken mostly with Vihaan, to be an asshole), and Romanian, which, she has adopted as something as close to her native tongue as she can find.

braille:

If asked, she wouldn’t call it a proficiency or a skill, but simply an adaptation to her current situation. Ayda taught herself to read braille to allow her to better split her attention. Things that come directly to her, from anywhere in town, are almost always mandated to be in the language.

disabilities:

visual impairment:

A choice she made, many, many years ago, has left the dragon with only one eye. It isn’t something she regrets, and frankly, it’s something she’s proud of. Her collection of eye patches are a bit absurd, but have also become a fashion statement from her. It has, however, left her depth perception a bit off. You’ll find, on certain days where her concentration is particularly bad, her balance is often off center as well. She’s learned to rely on her other senses first, putting blatant sight last on the list.

Mood swings:

Ayda has only ever known the burn of fire. She knew it intimately. Understood it and what it took to calm the inferno. But with water now in the equation, she’s still learning how to find balance - even now, all these years later. Her lows, when they hit, they hit hard. Pulling her from a vibrant force to be reckoned with, down to something almost unrecognizable. It brings doubt and hesitation. Uncertainty and a self esteem that’s polar opposite that what she normally carries with her.

On the flip side, because she still doesn’t have a steady balance, the rage comes heavy and it comes hard. Ayda has the tendency to see pure and absolute red. It brings an overwhelming urge to destroy. To demolish. To completely and utterly decimate anything she can get her hands on. She can contain it, and has, but it’s in these moments and only these moments, that she ever seeks out pain unto herself.

abomination:

Because Fire is Ayda’s main element, it’s the strongest of her abilities. Including, but not limited to:

Fire Manipulation:

create, shape, and manipulate fire

Fire Immunity:

be completely unharmed by fire and heat

Healing Fire:

heal by using flames, fire, or heat

Fire Absorption:

absorb and utilize fire and heat

Fire Negation:

negate fire

Due to circumstances outside of her control, having the element of water thrusted upon her has proved to be more of a disadvantage than anything else. While she contains the ability to call upon the element, her inexperience tends to cause more mishaps than anything else. She literally has little to no control over the water side of things and rarely, if ever, will you find her calling upon it.

She can also, obviously, shift into a big ass dragon.

wanted connections coming soon, but feel free to reach out to plot!

[ncnducorduco]

OURANIA CYPRIS called into ORACLE FM. They were a little bit - AUDACIOUS & - HUBRISTIC at first, but we kept them talking until they got a little + IMPASSIONED & + ROMANTIC.  They said they’ve been working as A SOCIALITE, and thinking about aligning themselves with THE OLYMPIANS since they have been living in Nova Satus for FIFTY YEARS, and from what we can tell, they still give off huge FROTHING SEA FOAM, OPALS REFLECTING EVERY COLOR OF THE RAINBOW, AND THE TENDER FEROCITY OF WOMANHOOD vibes . [ HANDE ERĆEL, GREEK GODDESS APHRODITE, CIS FEMALE, UNKNOWN, SHE/HER ] @revivalreblogs

SHE WHO HAS MANY NAMES

𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒂 heavenly / 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒂 sea born / 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒂 warlike / 𝒌𝒉𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒆 golden / 𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔 smile loving / 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂 the far-shining / 𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒂 she who turns to love / 𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒂 she who postpones old age / 𝒏𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒔 bringer of victory / 𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒔 of all people / 𝒑𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐 persuasion / 𝒔𝒚𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒉𝒊𝒂 ally in love / 𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒂 averter of unlawful desires

WRITTEN ACROSS HISTORY

( tw violence, gore )

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝑫𝒐 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆.

Many millennia ago, on the eve that Kronos struck his father Ouranos, slicing him into pieces scattered across the lands, was the day Aphrodite came to be. Birthed from the castrated genital of Father Sky, cast upon into the oceans, she rose from the sea foam as an embodiment of love and beauty. The sea brought her to the land of Cyprus, flowers grew beneath her feat as she walked along the island coast with her twin sons Eros and Himeros, whom she came to be bearing.

When the Goddess entered Olympus to face the assembly of the gods, they were all stuck by admiration and love for her, her beauty instigating desire to have her for themselves. Zeus afraid that war would break out among the gods decided to marry her to his son Hephaestus, despite the fact that her affections lay elsewhere. Through the course of their marriage Aphrodite both loved and resisted her husband, for he embodied the constrains put on her.

For the Goddess was never meant to belong to any one person. Of all her lovers, her dearest was always Ares for he understood her in a way no one else ever could. Her children Deimos, Phobos, Harmonia, Adrestia, and Anteros were a product of their love. Other divine lovers of the Goddess include, Poseidon with whom she had Rhode, and Herophilos. And Dionysus with whom she had Priapus and Iakkhos. As well as Hermes with whom she had Hermaphroditus and Tyche. Of her mortals lovers, the two most notable are Adonis with whom she bore Beroe, Anchises with whom she had Ankhises. As well as her son Astynoos by Phaethon, and her son Eryx by Boutes.

Over the course of the centuries as the Greek Deities were forgotten of, nothing was a more permanent fixation across the world than the raw and vital emotion she holds domain over, love. For a period of time when monotheism and realism spread throughout the world, there were fewer people who looked to her for guidance when embarking on new beginnings, or in spite when those beginnings were long behind them and their hearts turned. She spent centuries in self indulgence, and the new found freedom that came with being forgotten, though it was not without some sorrow at times. Surprisingly now in the modern world there are now many who look to the Goddess for inspiration, the romantics, the feminists, and those suffering in love most of all among others and it’s made her long for things as they used to be once again. It is due to this new generation of devotees that Aphrodite is among the first to feel astray, and so she was among the first to answer the call of the new Oracle.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍.

THE DICHOTOMY OF STRENGTH & WEAKNESS

POWERS & ABILITIES

Transcendent Physiology

Beauty Deity, Fertility Deity, Love Deity, Nature Deity (minor) and Sex Deity

Divine Object (Girdle)

Ocean Manipulation (limited)

WEAKNESSES

Ares, Aeneas, Adonis, and Harmonia 

Pride and vanity

Temper and enmity

Lack of worship 

Curses and blessings can be negated or cured under the right circumstances.

Blessings can only be given following proper rituals/prayers.

Bound by her word/promises

Can not excessively meddle with the strings of fate, only attempt to change their path.

Without her Gridle in which she infused some of her power she is further weakened

graphic psd by castorbytes

[the-sacrosanct]

SEIKO NISHIKIDO called into ORACLE FM. They were a little bit ARGUMENTIVE & OPINIONATED at first, but we kept them talking until they got a little DECISIVE & THOROUGH. They said they’ve been working as A ‘PARANORMAL INVESTIGATOR’, and thinking about aligning themselves with NO ONE since they have been living in Nova Satus for SIX YEARS, and from what we can tell, they still give off huge THE FAMILIARTY OF MELONCHOLY, DEEPLY BURIED SORROW AND GRIEF, THE BRUSH OF MADNESS AT DUSK vibes . [SEN MITSUJI, JIBAKUREI, NONBINARY, THIRTY-NINE, HE/THEM ]

[ tw: death ]

BACKGROUND .

His name was Seiko Nishikido, and they always chased after something they didn’t believe in. His childhood was founded on the absence of parents. One was a neurosurgeon while the other was a lawyer. Neither one of them had that much time on their hands, but they still popped out three children in spite of it all. Unsurprisingly enough, all of the Nishikido children weren’t too different from their parents. All of them had an iron grip on their diligence, and nothing could get in the way of their ambitions.

All except for Seiko, that was.

See, the Nishikido lineage consisted of doctors or lawyers and nothing else. Seiko started off the same, but they realized that the subject made them feel absolutely miserable. He was more than capable of becoming a successful surgeon, but chose to defy the family tradition. And with their declaration, came an early life crisis by being disowned by his own family.  Crushed, Seiko barely lived through the next few years of their life. If it wasn’t for his close friends, they might have never survived at all. Yet the grief eventually turned into anger, and the anger resulted in the spite it took to pursue his own passions.

It had always been a morbid fascination of theirs to prove the science blatant trickery of the acclaimed ‘paranormal’. So he worked himself to the bone in order to establish himself as a paranormal investigator. And somehow, but some stroke of luck, they ended up making it big. 

It’s too bad that his profound career was the exact thing that robbed him of his life and more.

The last case they had was perilous. Seiko and his crew went in completely confident that they could debunk it, but they couldn’t have been more wrong. The spirit in question came from beyond their great-grandparent’s time, and it was full of bloodthirsty malice. He ended up possessed by the spirit and was driven insane. By the time law enforcement showed up, Seiko was found dead alongside three of his crew members. The same one that he had loved and cherished as his own found family.

Overtime, the abandoned building was purchased and repurposed as a LOCATION. Seiko’s spirit had already been restless, but the booming business only disturbed them more. 

EXTRA INFO .

seiko is the most active from dusk til dawn. they are still able to wander past those times, albeit done very rarely. 

as a jibakurei, he is bound to the place of his death ( i’ll figure out the exact location at a later time ). 

still believes that they are an active paranormal investigators. they do not usually question the holes in their thoughts / timeline. often times, seiko will be seen with a camera & tends to interview the people they come by. 

STRENGTHS:

invisibility & apparition materialization: can be done ‘at will’ ( mostly subconscious ), but takes a considerable amount of energy to maintain the manifestation. 

two forms: stable, seiko looks completely normal. unstable, seiko’s appearance morphs into the condition of which they died in.

telekinesis: power to move, manipulate or otherwise interact with objects/matter with one's mind. heavier objects are more difficult to manipulate. 

fear inducement: grows in strength if seen in their condition of death. 

possession: able to possess living beings, but not for long. 

energy independence: does not need to eat, drink, or sleep.

WEAKNESSES:

fulfilling seiko’s purpose: one must show evidence & convince them of the whereabouts / happenings of their previous crew. many have tried, but seiko is unable to fully accept the truth. they then become incredibly unstable and malicious towards people.

ofuda: if placed on the forehead, seiko will be banished. if placed on an entryway, they will not be able to enter.

proximity: powers weaken & seiko becomes more unstable the further they get from the grounds they’re bound to. 

resurrection / necromancy

exorcism