"hiss of gold, blooming out of darkness." {ab}

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⤠ 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 ⤟

❝𝔑𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱-𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔶. ℌ𝔬𝔴 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔩𝔶 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔢𝔩𝔱𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔦𝔫.❞

⤠ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 ⤟

𝔄𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔭𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔞 𝔡𝔞𝔴𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔰 ✶ 22 ✶ 𝔑𝔢𝔣𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔪

𝐅𝐂 & 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ✶ Yasmin Wijnaldum + gold teeth (canines and bottom) & the 'Noli me tangere' ink (draped from hip bone to hip bone)

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 ✶ filling the cursed desert night with her violin music [https://tinyurl.com/y37r32t9], the very fact of her Nefilim blood, her gift of foresight (proven to be both a gift and a curse), her little menagerie of animals (boars, goats, horses, etc.), rattlesnake whiskey, candied scorpions, Johnny Cash, The Red Dead Horse (if she must play Nefilim princess, that's the place to do it), dancing, a challenge, a pretty face and pretty hands, a sweet throat, a soft shoulder, dark eyes, an innocent lamb, snakeskin boots, thunderstorms, candlelight, music around campfires, her undead steed Beelzebul (aka "Bully"), a listening ear, a sweet tongue, consuming like flame

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 ✶ the Golden Egg and its contents, the fact that her gift of foresight (which she prizes most) betrayed her by producing the Prophecy of the goddamned Egg, that she ever opened her mouth about the prophecy of leadership (but was once again looking for validation from her sire by delivering that important information), that she feels inferior to an egg of all things, minotaurs, meddling divinities, petty drama, being ignored or patronised, visiting The Ninth Tower (Lilith gives her the heebie-jeebies- even if she's gorgeous)

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⤠ 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 ⤟

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 ✶ Quemado, New Mexico

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 & 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 ✶ "Him" [sire], Ximena Flores-Dawkins [mother], John David Dawkins [step-father], William "Billy" Dawkins [step-brother], Fulgencio "Chencho" Dawkins [half-brother] & Guadalupita Flores [maternal grandmother]

𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐏𝐒𝐄 ✶ Astrophera grew up believing John David Dawkins was her biological father and that her step-brother was her actual brother. Of course, she appreciates that it would've been difficult, at the time, to explain to a child that they might be a child of the so-called Beast. However, she did suspect that she was...different from a young age. Not everyone has visions of the future in the centre of English class- not everyone causes house plants to wither at a touch- not everyone feels a weight on their back that turns out to be a pair of inky black wings that come and go as they please or can't stop itching when inside of a church.
When Astrophera turned sixteen, and she began having vivid night terrors concerning the end of the world, her mother did attempt to explain something to her—however, Astrophera was left feeling more confused than ever.
Turns out she was having visions of the Apocalypse to come for years before it actually came about... .
Just before everything went to Hell (pun intended), Astrophera was beginning her studies in Albuquerque at the University of New Mexico. Her true endeavour was to become a concert violinist (which is why she chose to attend UNM in the first place), but her parents' hope was that she'd follow through with psychology or something a little more stable.

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⤠ 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 ⤟

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ✶ Currently camps in the Deza's dried-up riverbed. The so-called "Camp Diabólica".

𝐆𝐎𝐀𝐋𝐒 ✶ Ultimately, Astrophera's truest hope of hopes is to be rid of the Imperium Sanctus and all of its inhabitants so that she can clear the way for her father and her Kind to take over earth unmolested by the Heavens. "No Vessels, no war," she likes to mutter. She would like to coordinate the destruction of their enemies on her own and thus prove to her father that she is fit to lead the Nefilim. If she could only please him once- she believes that she would be at ease the rest of her days. But, always on her mind, is the need to become the one and only leader, even while she bitterly acknowledgdes the Egg's vital importance to the future of the Nefilim. She has foreseen this herself, and fears there is nothing she can do to change it.

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 ✶ The black stone in the pit of her stomach is that she will never have the approval of her father- in fact, it's Astrophera's largest fear though she has yet to admit it to herself. That her father is so fixated on the Golden Egg because he does not find her to be up to the task of leading- that he finds her lacking in some way, she suspects as much. Even the title of 'Prima Praecantrix' was bestowed on her, she feels, as a way to placate her into forgetting that she is being overlooked. Why would her lordly father not fight, even against predestiny, to make his own child a leader ? Her heart bothers her to bitterness over it, even though her mind knows the reason why--her own Prophecy. And so all of her work is in validation and fear. And it is never done. It is never done.

𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ✶ Her father's Seer and the Deza's Seer-for-hire. [She likes to play at 'leader of the Nefilim'. Being her father's child, others just assume she is the natural lord of the Deza Hellmouth. However, that appears to not be the stance of her father or the Ninth Tower.]

𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐒 ✶ It's been alleged that Astrophera was only allowed to cement her position as "Prima Praecantrix" by killing her own mother (a presumed witch or at the very least a "heathen", for whom else would procreate with Him), thus proving Astrophera a steadfast follower of her father's. This rumour only came about following the pronouncement of her title- after all, Astrophera is not His only child- and mention of the fates of her family, disquiets her- causes her to withdraw.
On the other hand, there's also a fair amount of discourse surrounding a "forced union" between herself and an unknown Prince, which comes straight from The Ninth Tower's inner circle. Yet, Astrophera has not acknowledged anything of the sort.

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⤠ 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒 & 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄 ⤟

𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒 ✶ Astrophera's body combusts in battle and she becomes a blazing pillar of hellfire and choking black smoke. She has other weapons as well- an old Winchester rifle and a dagger with a gleaming garnet blade.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄 ✶ Sandy gauze, ripped acid rock concert tees stolen from the desolate suburbs, ash-white markings and rough jewels with combat boots are the norm, if anything at all. However, she can be moved to channel Johnny Cash when out and about in town- all-black "Western wear" (often veiled like a mourner and with her favourite snakeskin boots).

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⤠ 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐒 ⤟

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ✶ Camp Diabólica (riverbed homebase) with close confidantes or enjoying a little self-care (baths and hair-brushing) between the chaos of battles. Playing her violin in the night, tending her demonic beastie brood or delivering midnight augeries to dusty patrons. Hardly ever out and about in the town being social. Drinks alone.

𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 ✶ Ziv (a loner, but still a musical companion), Wither and/or Bloom, Myristica, Bacatus and Sedecla. [Just my guess for now.] Benigna, potentially, as a POW.

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓 ✶ Guarded.

𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐌𝐒 ✶ As if looking for something that no longer exists, Astrophera gives her gaze to the dim horizon more often than anything or -one else. She often opens and closes her hands, sort of absently, and sighs like a mother after a long day of chasing after children. (To her horror, she often finds herself having put her hands on her hips just like her own mother used to do.) Astrophera remains closed off on a personal level (feeling she does not wish to share the parts of herself that she values most with just anyone- especially, the Deza brood for all its hooligans playing cowboy when they ought to be dutifully serving The Ninth Tower), but professionally, she's able to interact congenially (if with few words) with her Nefilim clientele. But to her most loyal companions, she bestows what she can of herself and does take care of them well. Astrophera has opinions that she doesn't mind dispensing when it pleases her, but with her father, she knows better than to open her mouth. Her music (and fluttering musician's fingers) reveals more than she ever would verbally.

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⤠ 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘 ⤟

• father: "him"
• "weightless as amber, translucent as the currant on the branch, dark as the rose’s thorn.” —louise bogan
• lawful evil
• 'praecantrix prima', so ordained by her father
• a gifted sibyl
• foresaw the birth of the golden egg / its contents
• lives by herself in a tiny camp on the deza's dried-up riverbed, using small bones to foresee future events for her father
• her nefilim siblings often seek her out for advice which she gives for a fee of whiskey or some sort of meat
• keeps small boars, goats, and has a horse whose face is skeletal
• she endeavours to lead her siblings against the imperium sanctus to finally, once and for all, raze the fortress to the ground with everyone in it
• hates the egg/future leader it contains because she feels that she is the only leader the nefilim need
• probably wants to destroy the egg as much as the angels want to but also knows well that it would mean the certain destruction of her kind
• also lookingfor any of her family that's left-

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⤠ 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐒 ⤟

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ✶ DARK DAUGHTER on Spotify

𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 ✶ https://tinyurl.com/yxjbelc3

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