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I am the most accidentally hilarious figure in Egyptian mythology. A terrifying underworld being who looks exactly like a bed sheet ghost. And the internet absolutely lost it when they discovered me.

In Chapter 17 of the Book of the Dead, I am described as "the smiter," a mysterious spirit who exists in Duat. My name literally means "the one who strikes" or "the smiter." Ancient Egyptians feared the unseen smiter whose eyes destroy the unworthy. I am judgment and punishment personified if a soul didn't pass the tests in the afterlife. I can obliterate them with my eye beams.

In 2012, I went from legitimate theological terror, a being who could erase existence in the afterlife, to kawaii culture icon because I look like someone threw a tablecloth over their head for Halloween. I am Medjed, the ancient world's most accidentally adorable nightmare.

"Adorable nightmare"? How does that even work?

I'm Matthew Murdock. I'm an attorney who can't hold my life together, will consistently and spectacularly torpedo my friendships and relationships, make overtly bad decisions and hurt everyone I love.

I'm also a masked vigilante. These things are not always in direct correlation.

[Okami Amaterasu has...a unique set of circumstances. Now if Matt were purely making way in the world with just the normal set of senses afforded to others with his disability, perhaps he would just sense a wolf taking up the space the goddess does. If he were making way with some kind of spiritual sight, he'd more likely see a fair maiden with an aura of red and gold clothing her.

In the end, perhaps the man without fear is possibly getting some of the weirdest feedback ever.

Very quietly, a gentle voice though is...well it's heard. More like it's in his head like a memory.

Greetings, Matthew Murdock. Child of Man. Child of Justice. I am Okami Amaterasu.

Do you think things are this way because of a personality problem?

No, she doesn't realize how absolutely terrifying she might be.]

Hey there! Name's Zack.

All I wanted was to be a hero, and for a while I thought I had it pretty good. But I kinda worked for the military-industrial complex without realizing we were the bad guys for a stupidly long time. Good news: I eventually wised up.

Bad news: Not before losing all my friends, failing to stop a town burning, being trapped as a labrat for a few years, and dying. That part sucked.

How did you come to the realization that your company wasn't what you thought it was?

Some of the friends I served with started leaving. At first I didn't get why, and I listened when we were told to bring them back. But then I saw more things I couldn't ignore...

The scientists gave us weird injections to make us strong, but some of my friends had it worse than that. They were made to think they were monsters, only good for war. And sometimes when you think you're a monster and there's nothing good to hold onto...you let yourself become one.

[ She winces slightly, giving a small nod. ]

That's...that's awful...

I have a ...a friend that used to think of himself that way...that he didn't deserve anything good, but we were able to convince him otherwise...thankfully.

I am glad you were able to see the company for what it was, but.. I'm sorry about what happened with your friends. Is the company still active?

Unfortunately.

But there's a friend of mine still out there who can do something about it. I believe in him.

But...seriously, I'm really glad you got your friend back. Nobody deserves to think like that about themselves.

So it happened to you too.

I'm sorry, Fair.

You're not the first or only one who had that dream. We all thought too highly of ourselves and when we fell, Gaia trembled.

...yeah. Seems like happy endings are nothing but a fairytale.

Maybe if I'd understood that sooner, we wouldn't have ended up this way.

You expect a lot out of yourself. There were three of us, remember, and we all failed.

Even if the morrow is barren of promises,
Nothing shall foretell my return
To become the dew that quenches the land,
To spare the sands, the seas, the skies
I offer thee this silent sacrifice.

In death, we are not gone.

[ That gets a weary chuckle out of Zack. ]

Good to know you haven't changed much.

But...yeah, you're right. I'm realizing that now. There's still more out there, little ripples we made that keep drifting on.

My name is Agnes Cla - [ She stops, finding herself changing her own introduction. ]

Actually.. Claudel is my mother's maiden name. My father is the President of Calvard, so my last name is really Gramheart. I use my mother's name mostly so that people don't know that I'm the president's daughter...but I prefer Claudel anyway.

I'm a member of the Student Council and Arkride Solutions, the latter of which has allowed me to see that there's more than black and white to the world.

I.. also inherited several devices as part of my great-grandfather's legacy which were indirectly responsible for a number of disasters in the country. ...I feel partially responsible for it.

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Arthur Morgan. I rob folk for a livin' — if you wanna call it a livin'.

(…h- hi. 😣 please specify if you'd rather write w/canon 35-year-old arthur or younger version. thank u.)

I am Prince Daeron Targaryen, third of my name. Most call me Daeron the Drunken, though rarely to my face. It’s appropriate.

Are you satisfied with that title?

‘Tis the only one I’ll have.

You're still alive, Uncle. There is time yet to forge something new.

My name is Sherlock Holmes.

I'm a junkie who solves crimes as an alternative to getting high. I play the violin to help me think. I don't talk, eat, or sleep for days on end. I will absolutely find any case-related reason to embark on self-destruction through drug use.

I am the most unpleasant, ignorant, rude, and all round obnoxious areshole anyone could ever have the misfortune to meet. I am dismissive of the virtuous; unaware of the beautiful; and uncomprehending in the face of the happy.

I will solve your murder, but it takes John Watson to save your life.

Lonán Burke. I'm the ~~disappointment~~ eldest son in a family otherwise comprised of public servants and everyday heroes. Instead of following in my family's footsteps, I decided to become a glorified desk jockey for Uncle Sam.

I work as a Principal Liaison for Non-Institutional Expertise with the Bureau of Anomalous Research. In short, I'm responsible for conducting interviews and gathering ethnographic observations on laypeople who have knowledge, experience, or prior contact with what the government refers to as "anomalous entities."

Most of my colleagues will tell you I'm a sanctimonious bastard and they're probably not wrong, because I use my intelligence and an infuriatingly blasé attitude as a protective front. I'll ask you deeply personal questions about yourself and pretend that I'm just as willing to lay my own heart bare, but it's really an obfuscating cover to hide an eternal flame of righteous indignation and deep mortification.

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Asking deeply personal questions while offering nothing truthful about yourself simply comes with that particular career territory in my experience.

It's certainly something of a time-honored tradition. Though now you've got me curious: what experience would that be, exactly?

Oh, I'm what you'd probably call an anomalous entity. I technically belong to a very similar organization, and I use "belong" here in both the "part of a group" sense and also the "to be the property of" sense.

So as you might imagine, I know a few people who have similar jobs.

For what it's worth, I'm not big on that term myself. It's the official designation but I'd much leave it up to the individual to define themselves on their own terms.

Your organization views you as property?

That's very progressive of you. I'm not fussed about it, to be fair. But then, I'm not fussed about much.

Mm, oh yes. Well, that or a type of prisoner, I suppose. But I'm agreeable and have useful skills, so I also technically work for them. [ a brow quirks faintly. ] What does your Bureau do with anomalous beings when they encounter them?

And as an employee they must offer you some amount of compensation, right? Or is the payment your relative freedom and the cost of saying no its revocation?

Well, it's my job to attempt first contact. Most of the time that's through an intermediary who's already got some cultural or personal familiarity, but sometimes they come directly to me. I interview them; ask them all manner of probing questions about what it's like to be them. Try to convince them, if I can, to come in for further study.

Other Directorates handle other efforts.

I'm Laurentina. Have you heard tales of a great country that lies deep underwater? That country is real and its name is Ægir. My mother was a grand architect who planned many of its cities, and I suppose I inherited a bit of her artistic vision. In a different life, I would have been a sculptor.

I'm Shark, Abyssal Hunter of the Second Company. As for what the Abyssal Hunters are... we sing, we dance, we battle. We execute the Seaborn which threaten our grand civilization... and, I suppose, your more meager civilization as well. Though that's probably news to you, isn't it? Don't worry, I'm not bragging or asking for gratitude... being an Abyssal Hunter simply suited me best, that's all there is to it.

I'm Specter, patient and operator of Rhodes Island. I'm told that Rhodes Island took me in after I lost my sense of self, and they continue to provide me a place to stay even after I've regained what I'd lost. I suppose I'm already on my third life, aren't I? The titles are different and the standard of living is certainly poorer, but aside from my need for medical treatment, not much has fundamentally changed from before. I point my sawblade in the direction I'm told to and I rend the enemy into pieces.

As for the rest of me, I know that you dry-landers have a simple way of learning more about others. You ask and I answer. Or do I have that wrong?

Franklin Percy Nelson.

Foggy if you're into nicknames that sound like I wandered out of a weather report. I'm a lawyer. A good one, actually, which is surprising considering I survive almost exclusively on caffeine and panic. The caffeine probably exacerbates the panic, but we don't have to talk about that.

I talk too much when I'm nervous, which is frequently. I also mask with humor.

I am deeply loyal to a fault. If you're my friend, congratulations: I will absolutely go down with your ship while lecturing you about why we should have docked three disasters ago.

I snore. I stress-eat. I say I'm fine when I'm not fine and then deliver a 45-minute monologue about why I'm fine. I also attract similarly minded people because birds of a feather. With that said I should probably sharpen my interpersonal communication skills.

I will hype you up like you're the second coming and then privately Google 'how to save idiot from self-destruction.' Google is frequently inconclusive.

I get jealous. I get insecure. I absolutely overthink things. But I'll show up, even when I'm scared. Especially when I'm scared.

I have a weather name, too! It's Rain, but it's not a nickname, just ... What I'm called. How did you get a nickname like Foggy?

Fitz Fellow, 24. I'm the gardener at my family's estate. My cousin calls me a cryptobotanist, but I don't know about all of that. I just like plants.

[Despite being a staggering height well over six feet with a broad frame, his overall intimidating stature is rather reduced by how clearly uncomfortable he seems with speaking.]

My...fiancée left me, recently.

I am Captain Delia Battista, of the Battista's Blade.

But I am also the daughter of notorious, dangerous, and extremely well connected Orion crime-and-pirate lord Nicolette Chastain, headmistress of the Chastain Syndicate and the Black Floatilla, a massive various market trade and pirate fleet that patrols the edge of claimed space. I was being raised, among several siblings, to take over this empire when my mother intended to retire and rule from the shadows.

This involved training in reading people, manipulation, and a broad number of various other lessons including intelligence gathering, and self defense in numerous arts since practically I could walk.

I don't talk about it much, and I don't like talking about it much, because of how much it can affect peoples' perception of me, even if I don't exactly keep it secret, I don't go around shouting it from the rooftops, either, since I took my younger sister and left my mother's employ about twenty standard years ago.

I want to stand on my own merits. And not just be Delia Chastain, she who inherited. Let alone a puppet my mother controls through fear.

I'm a gay of demonic charm.

Oh, hi. My name's Jun. Also known as Jun the Swan or G-3 of the Science Ninja Team.

When I was still a girl, Dr. Nambu of the International Science Organization took my brother and I in to train us. When I was sixteen, we started fighting against Galactor and that went on under their various leaders for... Oh, it's been years. Four or five, I think? It's hard to keep track, honestly.

Doesn't really matter. I'm dead. We all died saving the world from Galactor's true leader. I hope we did, anyway, the last thing I remember is... Hm. I think I'd like to think we did, at least.

It's a shame. I always did want to reopen my club.

…you’re dead?

I’m Marie. A water creature able to shift between flesh and blood and water. I have a bad habit of being flirtatious towards girls and an equally bad habit of self-deprecating myself.

Also, my morality is all over the place - sometimes I want to be the hero, sometimes I want to be the villain.

I am... [He seems to struggle against the words for a long time before giving in.] Nelyafinwë Maitimo Fëanorion. [He sighs.] Though I'd much prefer to be called Maedhros, it is much less of a mouthful.

I am a kinslayer. I didn't want to become one but my father asked me to make an ill-thought out and overly dramatic oath and now I need to kill anyone keeping a silmaril from us to keep mine and my families souls from falling into the Everlasting Darkness. This is not going very well, as you might have surmised...

Truthful intro

Medjed | Egyptian mythology | ota

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Matt Murdock | MCU | OTA

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zack fair | final fantasy vii | ota

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Agnès Claudel | Trails (Daybreak + Beyond the Horizon) | OTA

arthur morgan | red dead redemption II

Daeron III Targaryen | A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms

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Sherlock Holmes 🔎 BBC Sherlock 🔎 OTA

lonán burke — oc — ota

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specter | arknights

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Fitz Fellow | Tangle Tower | OTA

Delia Battista ✨ Star Trek OC ✨OTA, 21+ for any shipping or smut

Min Seunwoo - Antique - OTA

Jun | Gatchaman | OTA

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“Marie” | OC | OTA

Maedhros | The Silmarillion | OTA