"People are often... confused. They want what they don't need, or can't use, or won't ever make them whole."
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OOC. hi hello! my name is samcat and i’m a 30+ yo lady from the usa -- i’ve been stuck on this hellsite across a ton of muses since 2012, so i’ve def got a lot of experience under my belt. i've also taken a lot of hiatuses. so there might be some etiquette things i don't know, so i apologize in advance.CHARACTERS. this blog is for an iteration of mother nature presented in the guardians of childhood book series, the quasi-predecessor to the rise of the guardians movie. since this media was made for children, the nitty gritty details are a little thin, so a lot of this is based on my personal headcanons.SELECTIVITY. private means i will only rp with mutuals, and reserve the right to not follow back. this is by no means a reflection on you, your character, your writing, etc.! i just follow an insane amount of blogs, and honestly, sometimes muses don’t necessarily always jive with each other.REPLIES. please don’t hound me for replies :( i have a life outside of the computer. this place is meant to be a place of comfort for me, and sometimes i’ll reply to the same person multiple times and/or reply with a queue.ASKS. i don’t mind turning asks into threads, in fact, i encourage it! the one thing i ask is that you do not reblog the ask itself to do so. it makes things very confusing, especially when scrolling the dash, and i will not respond to asks that are reblogged. go ahead and just tag me if you wanna continue something!SHIPS. i’m not really looking for ships on this blog, but if chemistry happens, i’m willing to explore it! but please do not force anything on me.TRIGGERS. all trigger tags on my end will be formatted as such: trigger cw. the following are the most common you will find here: gore, drug use, alcohol use, violence, child death, and child abuse.ICONS/GRAPHICS. all icons and graphics are made by me unless otherwise credited. they are not for public use. they take a lot of time and hard work on my part, so stealing will not be tolerated.
ABOUT
GENERAL STATS.
NAME: seraphina emily jane pitchiner.
AGE: 4.59 billion years+.
SPECIES: ascended goddess.
GENDER: agender.
PRONOUNS: she/her, they/them.
ORIENTATION: demiromantic demisexual. in other words, good luck.
MORAL ALIGNMENT: true neutral with chaotic leanings.
TITLES: mother nature, mother earth, gaea, terra, pachamama, midgard, jörd, lady nature, & thousands more gained over millennia.
OCCUPATION: creating and caring for all life on earth, overseeing ecosystems, engineering new pathways for evolution, minding her own god damn business.
LOCATION: various places across the earth, but mostly keeps to herself in an extradimensional lair she built herself - more information on this lair can be found in this post.
POWERS & SKILLS.
ELEMENTAL CONTROL:absolute control over all elements of nature, such as earth, water, wind, fire, metal, etc. this also includes light and gravity.
BIOKENESIS: immediate biological control over any earth-made creature. biological control over alien species is acquired once tissue samples are studied.
EXTRADIMENSIONAL SIGHT:can see into other known dimensions, such as spirit realms, heaven, hell, etc.
SHAPESHIFTING: can shift into the forms of any earth-made creature with immediate ease, as well as elemental phenomenon such as storms, wildfires, etc.
SELF-SUSTENANCE: does not require food, drink, sleep, or any other physical mortal necessity.
KEEN MIND: can immediately remember and memorize text, photographs, numbers, symbols, etc. with perfect accuracy.
OMNI-COMMUNICATION:can speak with any earth-made creature, including plants, animals, and inorganic material.
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.
BUILD: thin, bony, and long, with protruding shoulders, collarbones, scapulae, ribs, hips, etc. seemingly built for speed and agility, not strength and brawn.
FACIAL FEATURES: large, elegantly hooked nose, sharpened cheekbones, dark and thick brows. strangely ageless.
HAIR:long, cascading waves of shining obsidian, of blackest tar. defies the laws of gravity, as if it were perpetually underwater. length varies according to environment/form, but it is typically never shorter than rear-length. in direct light, the color of rich, fertile earth.
EYES: unnerving bright gold, shining just as brightly in darkness as in daylight in a manner akin to wild animals. slitted pupils.
PERSONALITY.
CONSTANT:capricious, stubborn, sensitive, curious, maternal, quiet, prone to mood swings, unpredictable, emotionally distant, conflict avoidant.
UPON FIRST MEETING: cold, apathetic, uncaring, blunt, selfish, cruel, unhelpful.
UPON FURTHER DEVELOPMENT: generous, mischievous, playful, bratty, lazy.
LIKES: new intellectual pursuits, finishing a new creation, experimentation, reading, singing, riddles, music, children.
DISLIKES: loud unexpected noises not of her creation, blinding light not of her own creation, privacy being invaded, being touched without permission, social interaction, large crowds.
REALMS
CANON.
V: BURNED BUT NOT BURIED THIS TIME.
BOOK VERSE - VARIOUS PLACES ON EARTH & ACROSS PLANES, PRESENT-DAY.All powerful goddess, queen and sovereign of earth, all life that has graced its surface over the billions of years of its existence has been molded by her fingertips. She is no longer that naive, innocent child who toyed with the wind and played in the waves -- the almighty spirit of a planet now hums through her veins, and she wields her magic as a beautiful and horrifying art. equal parts chaos, equal parts order, she rules over her planet with a fearsome protection for all creation. Only cold ambivalence shadows her face now, as all previous sorrows, all previous tragedies, are locked away to be forced out of existence for good.She keeps sacred guard over the body of the nightmare king, fallen from his wretched, evil throne and leaving behind only the man Kozmotis Pitchiner. The good general rests from his great battle finally won, and while his daughter has grown in power and misery both, she remains tethered to him. She had once thought him past saving, but as she continues her existence, still solitary and still wretched, it may in fact be the case that it was always she who was past saving.More or less the default verse for all mythological and supernatural needs, according to various cultures and my personal perceptions about the figure of mother nature. She will still have the same personality and backstory, but it’s just a little more generalized to suit people’s muses and information levels.V: THIS IS YOUR BAPTISM & YOU CAN’T FORGIVE THEM.
YOUNG ADULTHOOD - VARIOUS PLACES IN THE UNIVERSE, PRE-EARTH.The blind titan Typhan has exiled the hysterically mad Seraphi a to a burning prison of a star for denying his false role as her father and lamenting the supposed abandonment of her true father in a destructively chaotic storm -- planets were tossed and lives were lost, and her mind is skewed by grief, wrath, and sorrow. She hates her father and the Golden Age he stood for, and sees it all as a great hypocrisy under a shining mask. She is volatile, prone to lashing out with the violence and viciousness of a wild animal beaten once too many times. Any wounds inflicted on her person, any cuts she tears into her skin in mad fits, the bones broken by writhing in her chains, all are healed by the wretched magic of her prison. Her rage fuels the star’s movement, hot, blazing, and destructive, and the universe has never seen a cage quite so blindingly fast in its wrath.V: THERE WAS ONLY ME & MY DISGRACE.
LATER CHILDHOOD/ADOLESCENCE - SOLAR SYSTEMS OF ORION, PRE-EARTH.Fate has has treated this sweet child of blooms and sunshine with only cruelty and contempt – she has taken from her home, her mother, all consumed by flames and by insidious demons forged of paralyzing terror. She is naught but a child, and already her mind is plagued by horror, by nightmares, and by paranoia. She is a skittish thing, quietly suspicious and shy in nature, and she uses her natural inclination for mischief for playing tricks in deeming strangers safe. But the good General Kozmotis ( father, papa, daddy dearest! ) has made a promise on his soul to find his little girl. He must be searching her, in this she has the highest faith, and yet even so, fate does not pity this sweet girl. Her father thinks her dead. He cannot search for the body of his child, for he cannot bear it.But blessed be little Seraphina, ever loyal and ever faithful, she waits for him. Until then, she hones her seemingly inborn skills of the arcane arts under the eye of the blind constellation Typhan. He might call her daughter and force himself in the unneeded role of father, but he is merely a means to an end – to gain power until she is worthy of being found. Sweet child of blooms and sunshine, she knows nothing of the seeds of wrath that her father’s prolonged absence would plant in her soul.V: FOR I AM SOFT & MADE OF SNOW.
EARLY CHILDHOOD - MOON IN THE CONSTELLATION ORION, PRE-EARTH.Eden has dawned on Seraphina Pitchiner. This is a world of light and warmth, whose butterflies flit for the girl who gives chase and whose flowers wait for this child to slumber upon them. She lives in a Golden Age, and as the only daughter of the noble general Kozmotis Pitchiner and his wife, she lives a life of genteel bliss. A soul truly blessed with an innocence and a wild mischief even the gods might be jealous of as she sails among the stars.
ALTERNATE.
V: A WHITE FLAG WAVES IN THE DARK BETWEEN MY HEAD & MY HEART.
POST-EARTH GODDESS TIMELINE - VARIOUS PLACES IN THE UNIVERSE, FLEXIBLE FUTURISTIC TIME PERIOD.The earth is dead. Its mother, then, should have died with it, withered and sun-bleached and poisoned as the rest of her beloved planet. For the first time in nature’s long life, she bowed, and waited for rest. Her grief had always been a shroud that dampened her joys, her loneliness a chain that pulled her to the ground with no love to keep her alight. She was tired. She was ready. But Mother Nature opens her eyes.Hydrogen, nitrogen, radiant elements that paint the yawning black of space with color and life begin to lace together as Nature takes breath once more. She remembers this place. She was born from this place, the hellish, searing core of a star. And again, she is angry. What cruel game does fate play in which it enjoys seeing this discarded, lonely thing continue to endure? Inexplicably, the nebulae folds in on itself. The black hole drags and drags at her spirit and for a moment, it seems the rest she craves is at hand. Her last memory is of humans taking their first steps, and squinting at the sun in wonder. Fine, she says. I will live. Light bursts forth from the darkness, spinning on itself at blinding speed. But only because I chose to.The force once named Seraphina drifts through space -- as a storm, as a breeze, as a sea. Sorrow and rage trail her as light trails a comet, but true to form, that sadness has always gushed from a spring of love. She cannot help it. Mothers love. And she loves and she loves and she loves, blooming planets, blooming solar systems, and razing them to dust as the cyclical nature of the universe dictates. Fine, she says. I will love. Like the earth, she does not abandon them. Each planet gets their turn, each system theirs. But only because no one can love me like I can love them.V: BEWARE THE THREE-FACED GODDESS.
THE LEGEND OF ZELDA - NAYRU, DIN, & FARORE.A flexible verse for any installment of the Legend of Zelda series. Since there are already three creator goddesses in Zelda canon, I will be portraying Mother Nature as the unifying goddess for Nayru, Din, & Farore. Each goddess is a distinct aspect of Mother Nature and her ever-shifting moods and priorities, thought so disparate among those in Hyrule that they concluded it must be three separate beings.