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Name: Solstice
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CHARACTER
Name: Bash St. Expedit
True Name: St. Expedite. Demigod of Midnight Roads
Canon: Scion TTRPG OC (after almost a year in Duplicity)
Age: 28…maybe.
History:
Setting Info: Scion TTRPG
In the world of the Scion TTRPG, the mythical is real--all pantheons of gods exist, locked in an eternal war with titanspawn, the monsters and menaces of mythology. However, gods acting on the real world quickly fuck things up due to the way their Legend warps reality. Thus, gods choose to sire half-mortal kids, demigods, to deal with things on the mortal plane.
Demigods start out as epic heroes when given a Divine Visitation by their holy parent, with minor powers, and can eventually scale up to proper demigods and even become recognized gods in their own right (with the same limitations and responsibilities as gods).
Background: St. Expédit
Like most demigods, to understand Bash, you need to understand his father. Gods have aspects and epithets--Odin's simultaneously the Allfather and Glad of War, and a kid may take after either of these sides of Odin, leaning into his role as a leader or as a war god.
Bash's father is Baron Samedi, one of the lwa in African diasporic religions. At least, Baron Samedi is the most common name used for the lwa who leads the Guede (the lwa associated with death), but he also takes on aspects such as Baron La Croix and Baron Cimetière, the former of whom is syncretized with Saint Expeditus. Or, as he's known in certain areas, St. Expédit. Expédit is seen as a remover of barriers, and in areas like Réunion Island off the coast of Africa, he's worshiped at roadside shrines.
Background: Okay, here's the actual character history
Bash's mother was a young woman who lived on Réunion Island for most of her life. A bright student, she prayed at the roadside shrines for St. Expédit to remove the obstacles stopping her from being able to go to school in America. One night, she was visiting a shrine when she encountered a man in a very nice pinstriped suit, who told her if she spent the night with him the way would be made clear.
She did, and got a scholarship to Tulane University shortly thereafter. Her first semester was rough though, as she had become pregnant. Balancing college and work as a single mother was difficult, but she raised her son, Sebastian, as well as she could. Still, even at a young age, the boy saw ghosts, leading him occasionally into trouble in such a haunted city as New Orleans.
Bash wasn't a very good student, and dropped out of high school at age 17. His mother insisted he find work, so he became a taxi driver. He was fascinated by stories his fares would tell him, and took pride in showing non-locals the wonders of his city. He'd been at it for five years, when during Mardi Gras, he picked up a man dressed in the top hat, tailcoat and dark glasses associated with Baron Samedi. And the man introduced himself as Bash's father, gifting him with artifacts that would help him channel his divine power, as well as a task: Bash was to find those who'd died on the road, and lead their spirits to the gates of the Underworld.
Thus did Bash become a psychopomp. He worked for his father as well as maintaining his job as a cab driver, dealing with the sort of things you find on the road late at night--not just ghosts, but also titanspawn and sometimes human issues, too.
In 2016, when scions began gathering in Boston to deal with TTRPG game plot shit, Baron Samedi ordered Bash to go as well. Not used to working with others, Bash quickly made friends with a few of the other newcomers, offering his aid with 'spooky shit'.
For example, when the problem arose of persistent rumors of a specific graveyard being haunted, Bash was quick to figure out that whatever was lingering there wasn't a ghost, but some shadowy corporeal entity. He spent seven nights in the graveyard, showing up each night with a pizza and a thermos of coffee, coaxing the being out until he could talk with him. It turned out to be another scion of the Baron, Odney, who had grown more powerful, but less willing to be around humans. Bash was able to convince Odney to be an ally of the scions.
There were many other minor escapades, and no few battles, in Boston, as the scions began to piece together the mystery of what had happened to the Tuatha de Danaan. Bash helped uphold treaties the Sidhe had formed with the Tuatha, he riddled with a sphinx, he sought out artifacts like the Book of Oghma.
And he helped plan a ritual to summon the spirits of a band of Tuatha de Danaan scions who had died in Boston, with the intent of learning anything they knew about the coming darkness. It was roughly an hour before the ritual when he was brought to Duplicity.
Duplicity:
Look, you don’t actually want to hear the details of this boy’s time in fuck city, but the big relevant things are:
- Designated Dominant
- Had 3 contracts over his time in Dupe, the longest one with a bard named Jeff
- Due to not doing the work of ferrying souls to the underworld, his Legend shifted, and he lost his Death powers in exchange for the powers of the Health purview; he was more being a caretaker than a grim reaper.
- Emotional development catharsis bullshit that he’s still processing.
Powers/Abilities:
Note: the ones regained in his time on the ship are in bold
Purviews: As a demigod, Bash has powers derived from the purviews associated with his divine father. These fall into a few main categories: Darkness, Death and Psychopomp:
Darkness:
- Bash can see clearly in any natural darkness.
- He can use shadows to create a brief illusion that strikes fear into the hearts of others. (OPT-IN)
- He can cloak himself in any shadow large enough to cover him, becoming invisible to those who only have mundane senses.
- He can step into one shadow and emerge instantly from any shadow within his line of sight.
- He can manipulate the shape of shadows and pull objects made of shadow from them.
- Refining his control over darkness, Bash can create prehensile tentacles that emerge from patches of dim lighting. These tentacles may grasp, restrain, and constrict people.
- Bash can spit up a cloud of shadow (roughly equivalent to a sphere five feet in diameter) that cannot be seen through with mundane sight. This shadow counts as darkness or shadow for the purposes of using his darkness purview powers--Shadowcrafting, Shadow Step, Absorb Light--and he can see through it with his godly ability to see in darkness.
Death:
- Due to his attunement to death, he can see ghosts.
- His sense for death also allows him to look at a corpse and get a sense for how it was killed.
- By touching a corpse or its grave with a hand, Bash can raise that corpse as a mindless zombie. (This is not an ability he chooses to use pretty much ever)
Psychopomp:
- Bash has the sort of homing sense a pigeon could envy--he can always determine true north and does not get turned around or confused in Euclidean space. (Yes, I realize the ship is hardly that.)
- If someone makes remote contact with him (by telephone, instant messenger, telepathy…), he can get a sense of how far away he is and in what direction. The sensation remains even after the period of contact ends, but it doesn’t follow the person around if that person moves. (OPT-IN)
- Bash can pass through a solid surface as if either he or it were intangible. He can pass through only as much space as he could cross in a single step— through a wall or a locked door, for instance—and doing so is a simple action.
War:
- Berserker rage fuckery
Moon:
- Can bless an object with a silvery coating that does extra damage to werefuckers and undead shit and anything else weak to silver
In addition, Bash can do a few little 'flavor' effects (none of which will damage anyone), like summoning a spooky fog, lighting a cigarette with a snap of his hands, or calling the sound of distant church bells.
While it is not an instant summoning, Bash has a sense for those who use the veve of St. Expedite, and it will tend to draw him to a location. It's something like a persistent itch that he can't scratch until he responds to it, so this is something that could be used as a trap against him.
Inventory:
- Clothing and jewelry (mostly silver)
- His raven-feather bracers that allow him to fly
- Black eyeliner pencil
- A package of ponytail holders
Job History:
Dupe:
- Barista: Made coffee and innuendo at Cafe LeBlanc in the Down. Customer service with a warm smile. Educated customers on drinks.
- Receptionist: Worked front reception desk at the office building at 635 Switch Street. Made appointments, greeted visitors, answered phones, tried to avoid looking stupid in front of his boss, Jon Sims
Scion TTRPG
- Demigod: Helped investigate the disapperance of the Tuatha de Dannan, helped uphold treaties the Sidhe had formed with the Tuatha, he riddled with a sphinx, he sought out artifacts like the Book of Oghma. And he helped plan a ritual to summon the spirits of a band of Tuatha de Danaan scions who had died in Boston.
- Psychopomp/Ferryman: Delivered souls of the dead, especially those who died by car crash, to the underworld.
- Cab driver: strong knowledge of roads/cities, good customer service, vroom vroom
Suppressions:
- “I had a rough childhood, and I choose to not become mean because of it. All that pain, it made me kind.” (It also makes him kinda bad at defending himself–see next point)
- “Getting angry at others is inherently abusive.” (He, uh, dealt with explosive violent anger as a kid)
- “Their feelings come first. It’s my job to take care of others.” (Being a Dominant and developing Health Purview powers definitely didn’t help this)
- "There is no rest for me; no world where I can lay my head and be done."
Greatest Fear: Eventually becoming a vengeful god who doesn’t care about people.
Greatest Desire: To live in a normal, non-jamjar world. Bonus if he can have a cafe or a coffee roastery.
Greatest Regret: Losing Jeff. Losing track of Jeff. Losing his footing and sense of who he is in realities
Sample: https://sail-ooc.dreamwidth.org/41261.html?thread=6289197#cmt6289197
Name: Solstice
Age: I started writing fanfiction in 2003
Contact:
Permission Post: https://midnightroads.dreamwidth.org/2303.html
Reserve: NA
CHARACTER
Name: Bash St. Expedit
True Name: St. Expedite. Demigod of Midnight Roads
Canon: Scion TTRPG OC (after almost a year in Duplicity)
Age: 28…maybe.
History:
Setting Info: Scion TTRPG
In the world of the Scion TTRPG, the mythical is real--all pantheons of gods exist, locked in an eternal war with titanspawn, the monsters and menaces of mythology. However, gods acting on the real world quickly fuck things up due to the way their Legend warps reality. Thus, gods choose to sire half-mortal kids, demigods, to deal with things on the mortal plane.
Demigods start out as epic heroes when given a Divine Visitation by their holy parent, with minor powers, and can eventually scale up to proper demigods and even become recognized gods in their own right (with the same limitations and responsibilities as gods).
Background: St. Expédit
Like most demigods, to understand Bash, you need to understand his father. Gods have aspects and epithets--Odin's simultaneously the Allfather and Glad of War, and a kid may take after either of these sides of Odin, leaning into his role as a leader or as a war god.
Bash's father is Baron Samedi, one of the lwa in African diasporic religions. At least, Baron Samedi is the most common name used for the lwa who leads the Guede (the lwa associated with death), but he also takes on aspects such as Baron La Croix and Baron Cimetière, the former of whom is syncretized with Saint Expeditus. Or, as he's known in certain areas, St. Expédit. Expédit is seen as a remover of barriers, and in areas like Réunion Island off the coast of Africa, he's worshiped at roadside shrines.
Background: Okay, here's the actual character history
Bash's mother was a young woman who lived on Réunion Island for most of her life. A bright student, she prayed at the roadside shrines for St. Expédit to remove the obstacles stopping her from being able to go to school in America. One night, she was visiting a shrine when she encountered a man in a very nice pinstriped suit, who told her if she spent the night with him the way would be made clear.
She did, and got a scholarship to Tulane University shortly thereafter. Her first semester was rough though, as she had become pregnant. Balancing college and work as a single mother was difficult, but she raised her son, Sebastian, as well as she could. Still, even at a young age, the boy saw ghosts, leading him occasionally into trouble in such a haunted city as New Orleans.
Bash wasn't a very good student, and dropped out of high school at age 17. His mother insisted he find work, so he became a taxi driver. He was fascinated by stories his fares would tell him, and took pride in showing non-locals the wonders of his city. He'd been at it for five years, when during Mardi Gras, he picked up a man dressed in the top hat, tailcoat and dark glasses associated with Baron Samedi. And the man introduced himself as Bash's father, gifting him with artifacts that would help him channel his divine power, as well as a task: Bash was to find those who'd died on the road, and lead their spirits to the gates of the Underworld.
Thus did Bash become a psychopomp. He worked for his father as well as maintaining his job as a cab driver, dealing with the sort of things you find on the road late at night--not just ghosts, but also titanspawn and sometimes human issues, too.
In 2016, when scions began gathering in Boston to deal with TTRPG game plot shit, Baron Samedi ordered Bash to go as well. Not used to working with others, Bash quickly made friends with a few of the other newcomers, offering his aid with 'spooky shit'.
For example, when the problem arose of persistent rumors of a specific graveyard being haunted, Bash was quick to figure out that whatever was lingering there wasn't a ghost, but some shadowy corporeal entity. He spent seven nights in the graveyard, showing up each night with a pizza and a thermos of coffee, coaxing the being out until he could talk with him. It turned out to be another scion of the Baron, Odney, who had grown more powerful, but less willing to be around humans. Bash was able to convince Odney to be an ally of the scions.
There were many other minor escapades, and no few battles, in Boston, as the scions began to piece together the mystery of what had happened to the Tuatha de Danaan. Bash helped uphold treaties the Sidhe had formed with the Tuatha, he riddled with a sphinx, he sought out artifacts like the Book of Oghma.
And he helped plan a ritual to summon the spirits of a band of Tuatha de Danaan scions who had died in Boston, with the intent of learning anything they knew about the coming darkness. It was roughly an hour before the ritual when he was brought to Duplicity.
Duplicity:
Look, you don’t actually want to hear the details of this boy’s time in fuck city, but the big relevant things are:
- Designated Dominant
- Had 3 contracts over his time in Dupe, the longest one with a bard named Jeff
- Due to not doing the work of ferrying souls to the underworld, his Legend shifted, and he lost his Death powers in exchange for the powers of the Health purview; he was more being a caretaker than a grim reaper.
- Emotional development catharsis bullshit that he’s still processing.
Powers/Abilities:
Note: the ones regained in his time on the ship are in bold
Purviews: As a demigod, Bash has powers derived from the purviews associated with his divine father. These fall into a few main categories: Darkness, Death and Psychopomp:
Darkness:
- Bash can see clearly in any natural darkness.
- He can use shadows to create a brief illusion that strikes fear into the hearts of others. (OPT-IN)
- He can cloak himself in any shadow large enough to cover him, becoming invisible to those who only have mundane senses.
- He can step into one shadow and emerge instantly from any shadow within his line of sight.
- He can manipulate the shape of shadows and pull objects made of shadow from them.
- Refining his control over darkness, Bash can create prehensile tentacles that emerge from patches of dim lighting. These tentacles may grasp, restrain, and constrict people.
- Bash can spit up a cloud of shadow (roughly equivalent to a sphere five feet in diameter) that cannot be seen through with mundane sight. This shadow counts as darkness or shadow for the purposes of using his darkness purview powers--Shadowcrafting, Shadow Step, Absorb Light--and he can see through it with his godly ability to see in darkness.
Death:
- Due to his attunement to death, he can see ghosts.
- His sense for death also allows him to look at a corpse and get a sense for how it was killed.
- By touching a corpse or its grave with a hand, Bash can raise that corpse as a mindless zombie. (This is not an ability he chooses to use pretty much ever)
Psychopomp:
- Bash has the sort of homing sense a pigeon could envy--he can always determine true north and does not get turned around or confused in Euclidean space. (Yes, I realize the ship is hardly that.)
- If someone makes remote contact with him (by telephone, instant messenger, telepathy…), he can get a sense of how far away he is and in what direction. The sensation remains even after the period of contact ends, but it doesn’t follow the person around if that person moves. (OPT-IN)
- Bash can pass through a solid surface as if either he or it were intangible. He can pass through only as much space as he could cross in a single step— through a wall or a locked door, for instance—and doing so is a simple action.
War:
- Berserker rage fuckery
Moon:
- Can bless an object with a silvery coating that does extra damage to werefuckers and undead shit and anything else weak to silver
In addition, Bash can do a few little 'flavor' effects (none of which will damage anyone), like summoning a spooky fog, lighting a cigarette with a snap of his hands, or calling the sound of distant church bells.
While it is not an instant summoning, Bash has a sense for those who use the veve of St. Expedite, and it will tend to draw him to a location. It's something like a persistent itch that he can't scratch until he responds to it, so this is something that could be used as a trap against him.
Inventory:
- Clothing and jewelry (mostly silver)
- His raven-feather bracers that allow him to fly
- Black eyeliner pencil
- A package of ponytail holders
Job History:
Dupe:
- Barista: Made coffee and innuendo at Cafe LeBlanc in the Down. Customer service with a warm smile. Educated customers on drinks.
- Receptionist: Worked front reception desk at the office building at 635 Switch Street. Made appointments, greeted visitors, answered phones, tried to avoid looking stupid in front of his boss, Jon Sims
Scion TTRPG
- Demigod: Helped investigate the disapperance of the Tuatha de Dannan, helped uphold treaties the Sidhe had formed with the Tuatha, he riddled with a sphinx, he sought out artifacts like the Book of Oghma. And he helped plan a ritual to summon the spirits of a band of Tuatha de Danaan scions who had died in Boston.
- Psychopomp/Ferryman: Delivered souls of the dead, especially those who died by car crash, to the underworld.
- Cab driver: strong knowledge of roads/cities, good customer service, vroom vroom
Suppressions:
- “I had a rough childhood, and I choose to not become mean because of it. All that pain, it made me kind.” (It also makes him kinda bad at defending himself–see next point)
- “Getting angry at others is inherently abusive.” (He, uh, dealt with explosive violent anger as a kid)
- “Their feelings come first. It’s my job to take care of others.” (Being a Dominant and developing Health Purview powers definitely didn’t help this)
- "There is no rest for me; no world where I can lay my head and be done."
Greatest Fear: Eventually becoming a vengeful god who doesn’t care about people.
Greatest Desire: To live in a normal, non-jamjar world. Bonus if he can have a cafe or a coffee roastery.
Greatest Regret: Losing Jeff. Losing track of Jeff. Losing his footing and sense of who he is in realities
Sample: https://sail-ooc.dreamwidth.org/41261.html?thread=6289197#cmt6289197
