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i'll probably update this later with more since i do want to just kinda get this Out now but
the concept of names and one's own identity / individuality are so fundamentally important to ramattra because even after gaining sentience, for a very long time he still didn't. have a name. he was still just a wandering r-7000 unit, one ravager of thousands of them, and until he arrived at shambali monastery, he was still calling himself 0065604.
to arrive to an entire monastery full of omnics who called themselves by something other than the designation they were created with was almost unsettling at first. he was used to only a string of numbers, and it was by that string that ravagers identified each other. other omnics were addressed by their make and model or by their omnicode.
the monks, and by extension mondatta, were the ones who told him you can be something else, you can choose to be something other than what anubis told you to be, and that was so eye-opening to him because he hadn't yet come to that conclusion. how was he supposed to? he had been called 0065604 his entire existence so far, a name as faceless as him in a crowd of identical omnics. why would he change now?
but the more he learned of it, and how he began to recognize others by their unique names and ways of acting, the idea of a name of his own and choosing for himself, of being something other than a thing built for war, grew to be something he wanted fiercely. for the first few weeks, he simply went by 'r', after his model, as he poured through ancient tomes and texts searching for anything that grabbed his attention. he went by a few different names, hoping one would stick, but they never did. others offered suggestions, but he turned them down — not that he did not appreciate it, but he wanted it to be something from his own newly born thoughts. his own idea.
when he came to the name ramattra, something simply clicked. it felt right. he chose for himself, and he was content for the first time since he had gained sentience. he had an identity outside of 0065604 now, and no one could take that from him or deny it. when the other monks began to call him by that, when he was able to introduce himself as ramattra instead of 0065604 was the closest he felt to what humans called euphoria. he felt happy, and at peace — at least for the moment.
A moment with the children before battle.
when i get on break around 2ish y'all* are gonna get hcs on ramattra and the importance of identity and names to him
* y'all being my like two followers
(meme voice) so that was a fucking lie
when i get on break around 2ish y'all* are gonna get hcs on ramattra and the importance of identity and names to him
* y'all being my like two followers

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Confessional // Sue Zhao
OLYMPIAN AESTHETICS.
APHRODITE: laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger.
APOLLO: glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of Wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a Tinder account.
ARES: armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath.
ARTEMIS: keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, disheveled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling.
ATHENA: discerning gaze, unreadable face, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colors, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes.
DEMETER: soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.
DIONYSUS: drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theater masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause.
HEPHAESTUS: the calloused hands of someone who knows labor, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles.
HERA: resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under ‘fuck it’, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold.
HERMES: devil-may-care smile, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers.
POSEIDON: storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow.
ZEUS: thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease, expensive watch.
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if you were a deity, what would you be god of?
the firebrand
you were born peaceful and serene, but somewhere along the way a match was struck and burns still. rage flickers inside you when you read the news only to find that the perfect world you can see so clearly has been nipped in the bud for the hundredth time. so instead, you rally to your cause. you've never been one for suffering fools, least of all now when the world totters on the brink. you're the type of person who can't see yourself live to a ripe old age because your candle burns brighter than most, but it burns at both ends, and yours is a blaze of glory. you were born to be a revolutionary, and you know better than anyone that scorched soil is the most fertile. make sure something grows from your strong sense of purpose. as a deity, you're the god of fire, of change, of renewal, of anger, of war, of revolution and of righteous justice. you have a gentler aspect, too - you're the god of hope after destruction, like in princess mononoke when the long grasses and flowers grow where the ancient forest used to be.
the robin and the thorn
you would do anything to feel, as emotion is the hill you die on. romance, love, song, art, film, running around for the hell of it - the things that bring a flush to your cheeks and make you breathless and bright-eyed are what you live for. you're a true romantic, in the keatsian sense, and you hold fast to the notion that the connections you make with the people in your life is all you truly have. you probably identify with the myth of orpheus and eurydice, and you long to have your reckless, head-over-heels affections returned; to be loved the way you love. when you find a film or a song that makes you feel something you play it until you get sick of it, and you would work yourself to burnout to make something beautiful. as a deity, you're the god of platonic and non-platonic love, of romance, of art in all its forms, of joy and of youth.
the temple
you are steadfast, kind and dependable, and have a habit of making people feel safe when they talk to you. they gravitate towards you because of the patience and calm you exude, and can trust you implicitly. You have a knack for saying the right thing, and have learned to bear your pain with a tolerance and grace that goes unnoticed by many but seen by the important few. you're allergic to drama and conflict, but know when and where to stand your ground. you tend not to be reckless and hasty, as the times you have done so in the past caused pain. you are prone to embarrassment - when you feel you've blundered the shame is almost overwhelming. even though you may not see your own worth as clearly as you should, those around you are determined to stay with you because you make them feel like they're at home, accepted unconditionally. the best kind of person. as a deity, you're the god of stability, of healing, of sanctuary and safe harbour, of faithfulness and commitment, of mountains, of fields, of growing old, of effort and humble reward, of autumn, of prosperity and kindness of spirit.
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“Sacrifice is the sole criterion of worth. Love cries out for blood.”
— — On Sacrifice, Hisperic
misc ram headcanons
— his favourite animal is canonically ants as stated in his response to lúcio's question, but he's partial to all bugs. most animals he likes, save for rodents, since they have a reputation for chewing wires and electrical equipment. but he could be okay with them as long as they stay away from his internals
— while hardy and built for fighting as a ravager, he also runs on pneumatics, which can prove to shoot him in the foot later. he can shrug off a lot of hits, but his pneumatics keep him running, and taking out either the right or left sets will shut down that entire side of him. it's not often, but he has come away from failed strikes unable to use an entire half of his body, and it infuriates him even more when he needs to be helped by others. he doesn't like being seen as weak or injured in front of his followers, or most anyone at all.
— an extraordinary singer tbh but rarely will anyone hear it. like "this bitch could perform on broadway" kinda singing voice in tune and strength but on the fleeting chance it is heard, it's usually soothing other omnics into stasis or comforting them in their last moments. he doesn't sing for himself, but if it helps others, especially the more innocent and hurting omnics, then so be it.
— even though null sector is known mostly for its attacks on omniums and attempts to liberate the omnics within, it's also simply a sanctuary for omnics seeking shelter. ramattra will accept all omnics that come to null sector with open arms because while he fights for them, he is also here to protect them. he will not force them to put their lives on the line. he is the sword and the shield, the shepherd leading his people to salvation.
— despite having left the monastery due to his unwillingness to stay quiet anymore, ramattra does frequently send letters back and forth to other monks he formed friendships with there during his time as one. he used to keep in touch with his dear friend zenyatta, but their letters have since fallen off. it pains him deeply to not hear from him anymore.
— he is also still quite religious, regularly praying to aurora / the iris searching for guidance, but not as much as when he was a shambali monk.

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what soft romance cliché are you?
because i love you!
passionate; you are the heated moment of an argument. when the person you care for has done something outrageously stupid or dangerous. all of your pent up emotions that you've kept inside of you come bursting out: "BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!" how could they be so dense. how could YOU be so dense. you've loved each other this whole time. your love tends to be strong, and loud. sometimes it might be hard for you to express your feelings but you let people know that they are cared for. you're also hot. good for you.
the almost kiss
you're unsure about things, always hesitating. why is that? maybe there's something to lose for you, but maybe (just maybe) the risk is worth it. you're the moment when the main characters lean in, lips parted and almost touching. but it's not the actual kiss everyone loves, it's the anticipation. when they look into each other's eyes before their lids flutter close. and there's a lot of frustration when things are interrupted. trust me though, you're a lot more memorable than the actual kiss. you're nervous, but at the end of the day all you want is to be loved.
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not to be a clown on main but. abyss denizen ramattra fighting for a place the people of the abyss can live in peace cause their true home was stolen genpact verse
also the self reminder abt the shimada curse worked so here's some thoughts, i'll write out like an actual post another day that isn't just bullet points
— the draconic curse has been around since the clan was established. both dragons gave up their physical bodies to become the spirits of the shimada and bind to the souls of the shimada bloodline in order to keep surviving. they grant great power to their human hosts, of course, but they're getting something out of it too. no one is quite sure anymore whether or not the curse is simply the cost of such power, or of a much more sinister origin.
— because a dragon's soul is much stronger than a human's however, the presence of the dragon begins to show on the host. though it's only rumoured to those outside of kanezaka, the people of the town are fully aware of their nature. while it varies in severity between all who had it, hanzo is a notable outlier in how quickly it's advanced, and of those who know of it, some speculate it could be due to the emotional stress he was under after both his father and genji dying. so far, it's consumed his legs, and is beginning to spread further up to his hands and face.
— the metal greaves he in turn wears are to hide the effects of the curse from view. from the knee down, his legs are fully scaled and clawed, clearly fully draconic in nature instead of human. for now, the only further up effects are the sharpening of fingernails and spreading of scales from his fingertips, along with the slow changing of pupils to be more slit-like. there's also scales appearing out from his spine, and a line of tufts of fur directly down his spine similar to the mane of eastern dragons, but that's much easier to hide than the rest.
— he almost never removes his greaves unless necessary and has begun covering up more because he just hates looking at what the curse has done to him. he doesn't resent his father or ancestors for passing the dragon down to him and still draws heavily on the dragon's power since it's a part of him now, but on particularly bad days, mirrors have been shattered because he simply can't stand looking at it. he feels like a monster when he sees it, and is getting more convinced by the day that he truly is one.
touchstarved verses for the other babygirls
hanzo is the eldest scion of the shimadas, a criminal family long established in eridia who has their claws snared deep into the city as a whole, and especially into the senobium. despite their fearsome reputation, the people living in their district of the city, kanezaka, are their main priority. as the oldest child and host of one of the shimada dragon spirits, hanzo became the brief patriarch of the family after his father was assassinated by their rivals.
urged on by the clan elders to straighten out his younger brother that he might help rule their empire however, a fight broke at genji's refusal and he struck him fatally. believing he had killed his beloved brother, hanzo rejected his father's legacy out of heartbreak and later abandoned the family, vowing to never again wield a blade. seeing his abandonment as betrayal, he is now a target of his own clan, wandering the city and outlands in solitude as his self punishment, and chasing rumours of a dragon-wielding swordsman with blood red eyes born of the seaspring.
even with the well known infamy of their family, it's known to few people outside of the shimada clan, and by extension kanezaka, that both hanzo and genji are cursed. a hereditary curse passed down the shimada bloodline stemming from the ancestor who subdued the dragons that now serve them, the shimada children are doomed to be consumed by the dragons both flesh and soul until they pass the dragon spirit on to a descendant of their own — and hanzo has vowed that the curse stops with him.
lúcio is. still tbd honestly. still a celebrity and musician but i have to figure out how his skating and etc works; probably a closet mage who covers it up with new technology he comes up with. i'll update this when i do indeed figure it out
lifeweaver is the middle child of the pruksamanee family, another powerful line within eridia, though much more legal than the shimada family. having studied at the senobium his entire life but snuck out frequently to simply be with nature, he watched how life slowly died around the city and vowed to stop it. niran used his knowledge of the senobium's secretive magic and plant life to create a form of magic that was alive and could grow, but after the senobium attempted to claim it as their own, went on the run with it. now with his head wanted by the senobium, he hides out in lowtown under the protection of the bloodhounds, using his magic to restore long gone life and hope to both eridia's people and her lands.
though good natured and openly willing to help those who ask, lifeweaver is aware that he is sheltered and grew up in providence while many of eridia's people did not. despite this, he still strives to aid all he runs into even should they snap and reject it, whether they be monster or human.

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Ramattra
“ I was created to lead omnics into war. But all I have ever wanted is a better life for my people. The fact that we exist…is a miracle unto itself. We have studied the ways of peace and harmony. We have meditated on the universe and our place within it. We have tried to coexist with humanity, but humanity is not interested in sharing their world. How many more omnics should perish to fuel mankind’s dreams? No more. Our race is only a single generation, finite, and dying all too quickly. We can find our own place, and we must. Join me, and together, we will make a better future for all omnics. “
self reminder to elaborate on hanzo and his dragon(s) later and subsequently also The Draconic Curse(tm)