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ACHERONTIA STYX
Death's Head Oracle
acherontia styx
queer
they/vir
124
september 24
libra
witch
gay
oracle
The Mirror
Know Thyself.
- perceptive
- resourceful
- strong willed
- analytical
- philosophical
- quiet
- closed off
- blunt
- distrustful
ㅤㅤa witch blessed with the powers of the death's head moth. they once divined the future for witch's order, but after a certain incident, they have come under the auspices of lord death. they were long a secret of the academy, but recent relations with two of death's closest allies has lead to their existence being more well known.
pessimistic
intp-t
the moon
the visionary
sloth
honor
true neutral
Charisma
Kindness
Patience
Maturity
Intellect
Integrity
Courage
Empathy
Loyalty
- bugs
- moonlight
- goth subculture
- silence
- meisters and weapons
- death
- closed spaces
- darkness
- control
- divination
- sketching
- dreams
- Uses many different types of divination, depending on the need
- Often uses tarot cards for smaller inquiries, while more important questions require stronger magic
- Thousand Eye Wings is a powerful spell passed down through their family, that allows the oracle to see the strings of fate laid out before them. A coveted ability--if only it didn't put so much strain on the witch casting it.
Chapter Zero
embryonic
The Death's Head Oracle--that was all Styx had been for as long as they could remember. Their family's divination magic was rare, even amoung other witches, and at a young age they showed a keen talent for augury. Their childhood had little time for play, instead consisting of strict training, study, and meditation to prepare them for their role as oracle. Their mother was responsible for these teachings, as the magic they used to weave together fate was a tightly held secret of their family. By the time they were a teenager, the Witch Order relied on them and their predictions to gain an edge in the war with Shibusen, and they spent much of their time kneeled in dark rooms, scrying over mirrors and scratching prophecies into their skin.
Chapter One
larval
Isolation haunted their early life. Years were spent in the shadows, divining futures they were never a part of, a guiding hand to those that would ignore their existence. Styx's only knowledge of the outside world came from the visions seen in their spells, and from whay they would daydream in the few moments not spent weaving magic.
Years into their work as oracle, yet still a young witch, Styx had a vision most dire for the Witch Order. There was to be an attack by the academy, during which there would be many deaths of their sister witches--including their own. There was time enough to warn the others, and yet...what life would they be saving? Trapped under everyone else's destiny, as their own name faded into nothing? No, perhaps it was better to die, and search for what freedom there was in Death.
Chapter Two
chrysalis
From one gilded cage to another. Death held no freedom for Styx; instead, the meisters attacking the witches' hold that day had taken the young oracle with them back to the academy. Perhaps because of how young they seemed, or perhaps because they had not fought when they'd entered their chambers. Only sat quietly, awaiting the end they had seen. Instead, the strands of fate frayed, and their life was spared.
Small and secular as it was. Young and harmless as they seemed, Death had little trust in any witch, and was quick to seal them in the dungeons of the academy as he considered what to do. Once he learned of their powers, though, he became far more interested in...cooperation.
And so their life continued. Once again in shadow, once again divining futures they could not see, this time for the God of Absolute Order. At least now, they were not forced to their limit, casting spells every hour of the day. Only when Death called on them did they have to spend themselves, otherwise, they could use less taxing forms of fortunetelling. He had even devised anti-magic devices to chain them with, allowing a modicum of independence.
Chapter Three
rebirth
True freedom. Years on end spent in darkness, without a future of their own, and now it was within their grasp. Disaster had come and gone for the academy, and now, Styx lived with the lovers they had made and that had fought for their release. Unlikely as they were--no one could expect one of Death's personal weapons and the best meister to ever graduate the academy would ever show such an interest in a witch.
They've gone completely domestic, not only married, but now with a child as well, who attends the academy themselves.
Lovers of an unexpected variety. Now, after much hardship, the three of them live in Patchwork Labs, a weird little goth polycule that likes to terrorize the students of the school. Affectionately.
Styx had been a prisoner of their family and its legacy for much of their life, and the harsh cruelty of their teachings left them with little to miss when they were taken from the Witch Order. They have not heard of their family since, and they do not know if anyone is left.
The only family they care for is their children, whom they protect with a fierceness they did not expect of themselves.
Friends were few and far between for much of Styx's life, though after their reveal to the rest of the academy, they find they are gaining more and more of them.
Styx had little room for enemies in their small life, though there are those they hold a grudge against. And a witch so long lived does not easily forget their grudges.
Husband
Stein had long surmised their presence before he was formally introduced to the oracle. Perhaps it was his experience with souls that allowed him to see past the seals Death used to hide their presence, or perhaps it was the uncanniness with which some of his intel was obtained. Whatever it was, his interest was immediately piquied by the witch, and he spent much time in the dungeons "studying" them, or when those rare instances when they were called to the Death Room.
Husband
Deathscythes had always been in the fold that knew of Styx's existence, and Spirit was no exception. He had been introduced to the oracle not long after ascending to his new rank, and he had...mixed feelings. Trust for witches was not easy to come by, not least of all when he had just spent days in the infirmary after killing another witch and consuming her soul. Still, he couldn't help but feel pity for the quiet, lonely little moth trapped within the academy's basement.
CHILD
A surprise to all, not least their own parents. Styx had never really been fond of children, in fact they seemed to have a keen dislike for most of them, but they should know better than any that fate is not so easily bound. Luckily for them, Wren has been a relatively easy child, if a touch precocious. They now attend Shibusen themself as a meister, and Styx has repeatedly threatened other students for being even slightly rude.
