[ oliver jackson-cohen, homosexual, cismale + he/him ]Ā Ā ļ½„ļ¾: ļ½„Ā Ā Ā well met, noah fletcher. for 35 years, they have believed themselves to be only mortal. they walked beneath silent skies, unaware of the hymn sleeping within their veins. but blood cannot forget its maker forever. the song has answered. the blood of hephaestusĀ now stirs within them, calling them toward a destiny older than history itself. before the awakening, they lived as locksmith, calling birmingham, englandĀ home. now, the impossible has found them, and the world they once knew is beginning to unravel like thread. should the fates remember them kindly, their name will be woven alongside their courage, resourcefulness, and creativity. should they falter, history will forever echo with their obsessiveness, stubbornness, and self-sacrificing. the old gods have begun to stir. the blood hymn has found another voice. now the world waits to learn whether noahĀ will become its salvation or its requiem.Ā
