God is the houses and God is in my head;

[majestyofthethrone]

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name: Seraphim Dias
Canon: OC
Original or Alternate Universe: N/A
Canon Point: At the age of sixteen, post history.
Number: 054

Setting: The setting is a relatively modern-day Earth - there are cell phones, there are televisions, Grey's Anatomy is currently in it's 8th season with no sign of stopping and Kings is still cancelled. New York is still New York and Los Angeles is still Los Angeles.

But something's happening.

In 1945, sometime around the dropping of the first atomic bomb in Japan, Hell opened. Not many people know about this particular side-effect, because demons are very good at keeping mum. They disguise themselves as people, they're smart and classy, they're extremely discreet, even when they're making others miserable, and they're very, very good at their job. In retaliation, Heaven opened War against Hell.

But sometime in 1996, Hell's forces swarmed Heaven, and attempted to take the Throne. In an effort to keep the Throne safe, Heaven sent the Throne fill mortal shape - it trapped the Throne of God in a human soul, where it should have been safe.

So the world is a little more gritty than what we're used to. While some people of privilege live comfortable lives, poverty's a touch easier to fall into. Laws are a little less for the comfort of the people. The world is a touch crueler.

History: Seraphim was born in 1996, a few minutes before her twin, to a mother who had a vision at her birth that one of her children would be Mankind's Metatron. In a fit of religious furor that lasted exactly three hours, she named her twins Grigori and Seraphim, a boy and a girl. Grigori is, by all accounts, pretty normal, but Seraphim was born and the Throne, which is basically the most important part of Heaven, was seated in her soul. The Throne is the seat of God's power in this particular universe, and whoever controls the Throne controls creation. Seraphim can't control the Throne - she is the Throne, technically - so she can't control creation, but she can touch it if God is in residence on the Throne.

It might have ended there. Seraphim was a normal little girl, if a bit odd. Strangers were drawn to her, mostly well-heeled individuals who weren't sure exactly why she was so interesting. She was what could be considered a math prodigy, and could transcribe math formulas into music, which she played on the piano.

At the age of fifteen, she and Grigori were accepted to a prestigious school. Her parents were in the middle of a terrible divorce that involved her father taking all the money in the family and leaving their mother with exactly $16 in the bank. During this time of change and upheaval, something else happened, this event slightly more celestial in nature. The Throne, wound in Seraphim's soul, gone so long unoccupied, became occupied by God. The Celestial War was over, and only the barest of demons still lurked on Earth, but the Throne could not be untwined easily from Seraphim's soul - while at this point it wouldn't take her death, she would certainly go mad, and since she was an innocent it would have gone against God's plan to made her crazy. However, circumstances in the war changed and it became clear that the Throne could not be unoccupied, leaving God no choice but to take up residence in Seraphim's head.

This event could not take place without consequence. In order to keep humankind safe from the Voice of God, which could be used by the Host (Seraphim), Seraphim's voice was sealed up. It is not simply that Seraphim could not speak, it was that all ability to create sound was taken from her. If she cries, it's silent. When she breathes, the only sound is of air moving.

Her twin thought she was faking and pushed her away, an act with terrible consequences. The fact that she was a twin was now her only tie to Earth, with the forces of Heaven attempting to eject the Throne from her soul (for her own safety, or for their own purposes, Seraphim doesn't know) caused her soul to try and uncreate itself. She suffered from nightmares, her existence a dubious thing. Her mother began to forget that Seraphim existed, and so did classmates and teachers. The only person, it seemed, who remembered her was her twin, who was caught up in his own issues to care about his sister's "slight madness," as he saw it (Grigori is sort of the epitome of selfish). In an effort to keep her twin connected to her, Seraphim began to write a math problem that she translated into a symphony. She thought she was writing her connection to her twin, but the truth is that Seraphim had tapped into the Symphony that wrote creation. This sort of exacerbated a lot of Grigori's theories about his sister's sanity, since she charted out this math problem on butcher paper that wound around her room in spirals.

She finished the music but when she played it, she cemented her bond with God and the Throne. The Throne, which was already layered into her soul, bonded even further, and God, held by his own design could only follow the Law that He had decreed. He would have to stay. There was no other option - Seraphim would remain mute for the rest of her life, and on her death her soul would transcribe into the Symphony, freeing the Throne and God. But her nature makes it impossible for an Angel to kill her, so alive she remains. The Angels guard the Throne, which causes Seraphim to wonder about her sanity at times. She writes math puzzles in her sleep that confounds math professors, and astonishes her because she doesn't remember or understand them. Killing her would release God and the Throne to continue the War, so most demons don't want to kill her. But there's nothing against torturing her - that doesn't change the war, so she's constantly afraid, despite the fact that God is in her head.

Personality: Seraphim could be described as one of the nicest people that most people forget. Because she can't speak, she often fails to leave an impression on others. She generally wants other people to be happy and will often busybody her way into the lives of others to ensure this happens, but her ability to create longlasting friends is often stunted by a slight social awkwardness leftover from childhood. She's often lonely, and she seeks out people to fill that loneliness, but she can never seem to manage it. Between her mother forgetting she existed for almost six months and her twin's rejection of her, she's constantly seeking the approval of people who she likes, which isn't always healthy.

However, on the flip side of that, Seraphim can also be extremely judgmental. While she's polite about it, most of the time, she knows God is in her head, she knows she is the Throne, and she takes that very seriously. This causes a touch of moral superiority in her. She is the Chosen of God, so she is Morally in the Right. She will always try and get her moral opinion across and she'll defend it to the extreme, which can cause a rift in people that she's trying to get to know.

Religiously, Seraphim...isn't. She's not Jewish or Christian or Muslim, although she often takes sanctuary in religious places if she feels like something is chasing her. The fact is that she knows the truth, or perhaps a truth, and she doesn't like the idea of God belonging to a single organization. She accepts all religions that recognize a goodness in God as being right, but generally keeps her mouth shut about it.

In general she knows her own mind and she's not afraid to go her own way. While she's approval seeking when it comes to the people who she likes, she carefully chooses the 'people who she likes.' She can be very stubborn when it comes to something she has her mind set on, such as the Symphony for her brother. That Symphony took more than just time - it involved her having to reach back and face every personal demon she had ever conjured in order to find the right notes. It took an emotional and a physical toll that she has never really gotten over, but her connection with her brother, for her, was a goal worth fighting for.

Importantly, it must be noted that Seraphim's fear drives her a great deal. First off her fear of being forgotten has increased as her mother's forgetting of her daughter was more than just a little traumatizing. But also, Seraphim is aware that despite the fact that Heaven is winning, she is only human, and angels aren't always watching the Throne. Demons terrify her, and can enter her nightmares, which get worse the closer they get. And because she is the Throne she knows she attracts all kinds of people from friendly to non. Demons and Angels are naturally drawn to her, but that isn't always a good thing.

Abilities, Weaknesses and Power Limitations: Seraphim is talented at both music and math, and can play a couple of instruments - the violin is her first instrument, but the piano is favored. As the Throne, she attracts demons and angels unintentionally, and has very little defense against it, except one: should she truly be out of options and someone is about to kill her, she can open her mouth and scream.

It's not a real scream, because it can't actually be heard, and it does a lot of damage to herself. Instead it's a scream that reverberates through Creation: the Voice of God. It won't kill a demon or an angel, but it can severely incapacitate either, and it can but doesn't always kill a human, but will always cause some level of madness in humans as they are subject to the truth of Creation (this madness is temporary as the human mind heals). At the very least, it can cause a person's eardrums to burst - but this includes Seraphim. Despite being protected by her status as the Throne, her physical body is still subject to the after effects, and if she uses it she can't use it again until her body recovers. As it stands she's never done it.

Because God lives in her head, sometimes He takes over her body and uses it as his. She calls this 'Grace' and she doesn't always have a memory of what transpires during the states of it. This can be problematic for several reasons. Sometimes she's doing something important, like the one time she was cutting vegetables and nearly cut her hand off. And because God's sense of time and reality isn't exactly in keeping with mortal standards, this means sometimes she'll wander off and wake up in places that aren't exactly safe, or without means of return, or with her body damaged. However, this makes it impossible to psychically control her - telepaths can't control her, although reading her mind while she's not in a state of Grace is possible!

In terms of flaws, a huge one is that she's pretty afraid of a lot of things: she has phobias up the wazoo that usually result in her suffering from terrible nightmares that make her unable to sleep. Her lack of sleep is not something her body is used to, so there are days when it affects her to the point of not simply sluggishness but poor decision making and an almost drunk-like state. Her insomnia is exacerbated by her fears, and they feed her insomnia, so it's a self-perpetuating cycle. While at home sometimes contact with her twin can soothe it, there's not direct source of comfort out here in space.

Inventory: A necklace with a bird in a cage pendant, her notebook of math equations and a sheaf of hand-written music, and a pair of small diamond earrings.

Appearance: Seraphim is 5"4, white, blonde and blue-eyed. She's sixteen and on the smaller side. PB'ed by Elisabeth Harnois

Age: 16!

AU Clarification: N/A

SAMPLES
Log Sample: Sometimes Seraphim tries to make noise. She doesn't remember how, exactly, to speak. She remembers speaking, she remembers forming words, working her tongue in her mouth, she remembers singing, like a songbird, like the one she wears around her neck. But she can't remember how to make that noise anymore, how to unglue her tongue from the bottom of her jaw. But it doesn't stop her from trying, from clicking her tongue against the inside of her mouth. Despite the logic - she knows that it's not her voice, that it should make some kind of noise, it doesn't. She feels the pressure of air build up, feels the vacuum release, but there is no noise.

It's an odd thing, but it no longer bothers her, not even on days like this where she idly doesn't click her tongue and watches everyone else in the school running around the rugby field like loons. The official school sport is rugby for reasons Seraphim doesn't always understand, but she accepts anyway. She doesn't play, even though almost everyone else does, regardless of skill level. She doesn't like the idea, the roughness, or maybe it's the intimacy of the game.

And maybe that's the truth of it. She watches everyone together and she wants what they have, but they make it seem so effortless and she doesn't know how to match that. She holds her slate and chalk close on her lap and takes a breath. Grigori is out there, slamming into someone, skinny arms and legs everywhere, but he's not paying attention to her anymore.

She doesn't want to think that no one pays attention to her, because it's not true. People do, lots of people do. But it isn't always the kind of attention that she would like. The men in suits who watch her, who sometimes follow her, the ones that get her heart racing until she can find her brother or a teacher or a place to hide. But even when she hides, sometimes she can see them, following her, like they know where she is.

She knows there are prices but when the fear is hammering in her chest she wonders if the cost of God's honor is too high. She breathes hard and hides, pressing herself in corners and thanks Him for taking away her voice.

Today, though, she wants to make a noise. She wants people to look at her, to want to be near her. She would love the attention.

The game continues and she unclicks her tongue, pressure and vacuum and no noise, none at all.

Comms Sample: Text

Space is vast. Is that a stupid thing to write? Space is vast.

I knew that before, of course. You can outline it in a math equation, plot out the vastness, but until you look out into it it's hard to imagine just how vast. You put the numbers together and you know what that translates to but the physical reality isn't something that you think about until you're faced with emptiness.

It must be so lonely.