* SUFFER AS I HAVE.

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.

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.

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.

— 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.

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.

— 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.

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.