#kricia.

kricia ( oc ) - once the goddess of prosperity, wealth, and luck, their brother, rohan, god of rage, power, and change, was jealous of her and her following, and was able to get the world to forget their name, thus effectively killing them in the process. hundreds of years pass, and, now only known as aceso, the herald of blood, is corrupted - a monster, an entity, a bad omen which causes plagues, death, and destruction wherever they go. the only way to restore her to her god-hood is for someone to find their real name and speak it aloud, saving her, and the world around them, from herself. fc: s.ofia b.outella. she / they.

rafael damarius dayholt ( oc ) - meet the eccentric artist who seems to hypnotize those that step into his art galleries. people believe rafael to be brilliant, if not a bit strange and off putting. there are many who would enjoy peeking into their mind, to try and understand where he receives their inspiration from. little do his followers know, rafael is an entity, an eldritch being that thrives on chaos, and their art truly is hypnotizing the minds of those that see his work, causing fans to go out into the world and fight, steal, or worse. rafael damarius dayholt only wants to cause mayhem and disorder. the fame that comes along with it is simply a plus. fc: d.avid d.astmalchian. he / they.

the further she gets from her humanity, the less she remembers about who she was. who they used to stand for, who used to worship them, and for what. the forgotten goddess drifts further and further away from her foundation, leaving chaos and destruction in her wake. where once she would cry, ask herself why they were causing such grief and sorrow and pain. now, it was all they know. aceso glances out across the field that's now on fire, the village she had stumbled upon having its final unlucky day, as residents scattered from the flames. aceso's heart tries to make her understand why this was wrong, but the rage overshadows such empathy, and thus, they simply watch the humans that had turned on them suffer. eyes flash to the left as a woman approaches. someone aceso didn't recognize, though she may have known the other in her past life. 'don't come any closer,' aceso commands, balling her hands into fists. it is the only warning she would give. @am4zon.

from within, a swam of anger rises and could easily escape her mouth, wounding the world around them. there is so much rage wrapped around a once golden heart, causing her insides to flake and turn rotten. skin pulses with venomous fury, waves of emotion seeming to kill the plants that grow around her. aceso barely knows where she is, what world in which she's decided to cause her destruction. being is always lost now, always alone. always suffering, and taking that out on those that inhabit the land heavy feet fall on. head whips around when she hears footsteps, breath heavy, grey eyes a storm and pupils blown wide within them. 'do you seek your death by approaching me, little one?' voice seems to echo off of nothing, head tilting as the nightmare tilts their head down at buffy. 'not many are as brave as you. or as foolish,' @earthsync.