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SEER
how does it feel / to treat me like you do?
when you've laid your hands upon me / and told me who you are
i thought i was mistaken / i thought i heard your words,
tell me how do i feel / tell me now,
how do i feel?
i still find it so hard / to say what i need to say
but i'm quite sure that you'll tell me / just how i should feel today
[ BLUE MONDAY - new order ]
GENERAL
Name: Seer
Name Meaning: A person who is supposed to be able, through supernatural insight, to see what the future holds.
Nicknames: None
Age: 4 years, 8 months
Starting Age: 4 years, 8 months
Birthday: April 26, 42 B.C.
Rank: Shield
Species: Purebred Barbary Lion
PERSONAL INFO
Orientation: Bisexual
Status: Single
Family:
Biological Father: Roark (unknown)
Biological Mother: Elspeth (unknown)
Siblings: --
Mate: --
Cubs: --
APPEARANCE
Build: Tall, considerable muscle. Very well-maintained.
Eyes: Completely white
Fur: Very dark, fading to a dark brown with a white underbelly. A dark multicolored mane with white speckles. His fur and mane are very well-kempt and taken care of.
Scent: Cinnamon myrrh
Mutations: Blindness from birth, hypo-melanism
Armor & Accessories: TBA
Scars: Several heavy scars beneath his mane.
PERSONALITY
Personable
It is a novel and delightful feeling to Seer to be able to engage with people on their own level, and one he’s eager to pursue to the hilt. His genuine enjoyment of true connection to others is easily picked up on, and colors most interactions he has; he can make even the shy and quiet feel special by the simple fact that he so clearly enjoys interacting with them. When everything is a marvel, strangers included, it’s easy to make those strangers feel special in their newness for you, and perhaps he does gain a certain satisfaction in sharing his own specialness with others- he, of all people, knows how nice it is to be just that, that you are, in some way, more than this.
Charismatic
For all his own ego, Seer is surprisingly good at connecting with people. He has always been the one who those at their lowest come to in the hopes that he may intercede with the gods on their behalf to improve their lot, and he understands very well by now how to give people the assurances they need. There is something almost magnetic at times to the way he can draw in the desperate, or soothe the frightened, or simply strike up a conversation with someone, all the while secretly reveling in the ability; he’s never been able to just talk to someone without that person praising him, before.
Open Minded
But hard blows to his lifestyle and his previously pampered existence have begun to shift the deep-buried roots of his own identity, and with it comes now an ability to be swayed, on occasion. While he can be stubborn, rooted as he is in his own ego, his experiences have begun to teach him that things are not so simple as his old group would once have said, and survival is a thing that must, on occasion, be earned. He can be talked around or convinced of a different angle he never considered if it can be phrased as an extension of his own ideas, or necessary, though he despises having to face such changes in himself directly and will avoid doing so wherever possible.
Self-Assured
Walking linked hand-in-hand with his unconscious belief in his own superiority comes a general belief in himself and his abilities. Seer is not inclined to doubt that he can do something or that he will succeed- in truth, he isn’t inclined to doubt as an emotion at all. Seer is always firm in his belief that he can handle anything that comes his way, that he is truly god-blessed and beyond all mortals, that he is truly special and exceptional as he has been told the whole of his life and that there will never be a thing he faces that is beyond his ability to overcome with the right amount of perseverance.
Arrogant
Raised from birth to believe that he is god-blessed and god-given in the most literal sense of the word, it is likely no surprise at all that Seer is the most fervent believer in his own divinity, and by extension, his own superiority. He often simply takes it as a given, as natural as breathing, that others will tend to a problem, or take care of him, or handle the difficult parts, and convincing him otherwise can be nearly impossible. As can convincing him of any fault within himself, or flaw within his actions, for if he is perfect, then it follows that nothing about him can be wrong.
Defeatist
For someone with such limited experiences, it’s easy to be knocked back on his heels by the unexpected. And when he is, Seer has a terrible tendency to just give up, at times. If the wrong roadblock is encountered in the wrong company, Seer may very well throw aside his own belief in himself and his divinity to simply give up and accept whatever comes, for there is nothing he hates half so much as failing in front of others. He is a god’s favored, and he should be above such failings, such weakness, and that he is not is a source of secretive shame and frustration he doesn’t know how to process. He is supposed to be better than this, and when he’s not, he simply doesn’t know what to do except throw in the towel and hope that the gods who favor him will be inclined to step in and bail him out at some point.
HISTORY
TW
Child Abuse
Everyone knew that the eyes were the windows into the soul.
His group was a large one that kept to themselves, isolated from the greater expanse of Rome and humans while they became increasingly more insular. Increasingly beholden to the words of their leaders, who looked for signs and favors to keep them alive, keep them ahead of humans, and most of all, keep them in power, and it was easy enough to try and find favors from the gods to speak for them. After all, the gods talked so quietly- who would notice if someone else added a few words to what they were saying? Just a few?
By the time Seer’s mother was expecting cubs, they had become a strange sort of people, always eager to listen to what they believed their gods were telling them, and uphold their will.
Seer was born to a pious father and an even more pious mother, those very same kind of pious leaders that heard the words of the gods so clearly, they could speak to them even when no one else could, and the gods were always so quick to put their interests first- good folk, who knew the gods well and looked for the signs of their voices to mortals in the flight of birds, the patterns of herds and rivers that moved across the land. And when Seer was born, a small, snuggling cub with spots across his fur like the stars that were the realm of the gods, it was seen as a good sign, a blessed sign.
When he opened his eyes for the first time, and they were white as snow and milk and silk, it was seen as a holiness surpassing anything they had ever known before.
This was more than a sign- it was a blessing.
Perhaps most importantly, it was a blessing they could use for their own benefit.
It was, after all, proof no one in their group could deny that the gods had come down in person, gifting this young cub dusted with Their stars and eyes glowing with Their light- perhaps his eyes even signified that he was possessed by Them and performed Their will. He was holy. He was special. He was perfect. He was never to be harmed, never to go hungry, never scolded or spoken down to or in any way sullied with earthly impurities. The cats of his group would beg him to pray for them, for surely one so close to the gods would be heard clearly by them- surely, if he blessed them, some of his holiness would give them luck and skill, too.
Unsurprisingly, Seer never had a chance to be a child.
His parents were merciless in exploiting this gift from the gods to the hilt and then further, tightening their control over the group. Exploiting their own clear sign of favor for creating such a holy creature, and placing the words they wished to come from the gods within his mouth, and letting him speak to the group. Making sure he was always seen in perfect condition- that his father’s heavy, impatient paw from a cruel and impatient man left no marks that could not be hidden- and always, always giving him whatever he wanted mere moments after he began to want it.
It didn’t take very long before he was spoiled beyond all belief. Never going hungry a day in his life, never having to do a bit of work that was not hastily plucked from his paws before he was told to go relax, never knowing a single need that wasn’t fulfilled a moment later.
Never getting to play, because god-touched prophets did not play. Never getting to talk to anyone without every word being seen as a weighty pronunciation, never getting to relax without being begged to solve their problems, save their dying child or sickly grandmother, bring back the herds when times were hard and chase away the humans or loners that took too much of their prey and-
His father didn’t like it when Seer asked questions, so he learned not to ask questions. His father didn’t like it when he wondered why father knew the words of the gods so well when Seer was the one who was blessed, so he simply repeated what he was told. And his father most especially did not like it that Seer grew older, and gained more power, and people began to rally around him far more than they did father.
Perhaps that was why his paw grew heavier, and his care lessened, as Seer’s own mane came in thick and lush and did a wonderful job of hiding the bruises. His mother would look dead at the marks father left, and blink straight through them, a ghost in all but name. Seer did his best not to limp, and wondered, a little wistfully, what it would be like to be able to talk to someone without being either scolded or worshiped.
He’d witnesses the other children talk to each other. They sounded happy, when they did. It seemed nice.
But loneliness was the right of gods, wasn’t it? He was only lonely, after all, because there was no mortal that could begin to be his equal- no mortal that could ever be as great, as god-touched as he.
But even gods needed to touch the earth sometimes. And it turned out that blizzards could confuse the senses of anyone, especially those that needed stars to see- or couldn’t see at all.
And river-ice was terribly slippery, when you couldn’t feel your toes in the cold.
Seer hauled himself out of the water miles away, freezing and lost, and just like that, he was utterly alone, with no one to feed him, or pamper him, or work for him.
Seer was on his own. And as might be imagined, he was not particularly good at it.
Seer tried to find another group to take him in, he really did, but they were a smaller collection of people who had little talk or time for gods, and even less belief in Seer’s own assurance of his blessed status. Holiness did not fill stomachs, after all, or keep out the cold- and neither did Seer. They tried to teach him, truly they did, but the learning curve proved too steep for both sides, and in the end, they concluded Seer was just too much dead weight for the rest to be able to support without hurting themselves.
Still, they’d liked him, and they didn’t wish him badly- they just couldn’t take care of him, themselves. So, though they cut him off and sent him away, they had the decency to be kind about it, as best they could. He appreciated that, as he did the fact that no one left bruises on him anymore, no matter how well his mane would have hid them now. He offered a few- silent- prayers as they escorted him away, and tried not to take their rejection personally.
Somewhat more helpfully, they gave him directions. Stone Empire is in that direction. They are dangerous, and accept little nonsense, but they are larger and more established than we are. Maybe they can help you. We hope they can help you.
And with no other options than to find them or starve, Seer started walking. He got there eventually, and though it seemed the gods had abandoned him, he found a glimmer of hope all the same. Stone Empire, a beacon. Charm was on the lion's side, and he convinced them to give him a chance, promising to swiftly prove himself a valuable asset. While he wasn't one to fully provide for himself, he found that in a larger organization, he could find his own specific role to play. Seer's abilities to please those around him were more useful than ever, and he found himself to be quite helpful around camp especially when providing one-on-one assistance.
Maybe this time, he had been blessed once more- or simply left to make his own way and his own luck, as all mortals were.
MISCELLANEOUS
Voice Claim: TBA
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Trivia:
> Due to being born blind, Seer's other senses are quite elevated. When alert, he can be quite difficult to sneak up on, however he still prefers it when people announce their presence to him in one way or another.
> Seer possesses an uncanny ability to predict changes in the weather. Whether it's a sudden storm or a subtle shift in the wind, he can sense atmospheric changes, a skill honed through his sense of temperature, smell and temperature/pressure.
> Endless thanks to the amazing Quetzalcoatlkinga for taking all my messy bullet points and ideas and beautifully putting them into words!
