Location: Spinner’s Trail
Open to: Everyone
Time: Early morning
The stereotypes came from some place, at least when it came to dear Ria, better known as Chalchiuhtlicue to those who are closest to her. The goddess of the river and the ocean and the lake and the stream liked to be near the water, and that wasn’t so much myth as it was based on experience and facts. An odd place to find her would be in the middle of a forest, walking like she was seeking an adventure further and further away from the shore. But the fact was that she liked to go alone and stay quiet, listening for the trickling sounds of a stream, trying to see if she could just sense it like she used to. With each step, she’d fall deeper and deeper into a focused trance, separating every sound to narrow it down. The sound of another’s voice startled her, causing her to nearly trip before she’d grabbed on to a nearby fallen tree branch. Looking up, a blush fell over her face. “You spooked me...” she said, nearly out of breath, “I didn’t think anyone came out here this early, what are you doing here?”
It was late. All Abe wanted was to go home and wash the smell of booze and attitude out of his hair, smoke a cigarette or ten and go the fuck to sleep. But of course, he was never allowed a moment of peace or some time to himself, there always had to be something — or rather, someone — to ruin it.
“What do you want?” he asked with an annoyed sigh, turning around to face the person who had just walked in. “Can’t you read? The sign says closed.”
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"Come on, not even one shot of tequila for the road?” Ria asked as she placed her hand on her hip, right where her white long sleeved shirt ended and her flowing green skirt began, “I’ll just down it and go. They say I’m also a pretty good tipper...”
Location: The Blackwood home for the recently deceased, 10.30am
Open!
The knock on the door took her by surprise. The Morrigan was so deep in her work, so careful with her sewing of the poor cadaver in front of her, she had barely even heard the music playing loudly from the gramophone in her office. Lifting her head, the Morrigan frowned and laid down the needle and thread, pausing. Another knock sounded and she sighed softly, whispered her apologies to the old woman on her slab and snapping of the latex gloves to toss in the bin. After a quick pump of alcohol gel onto her hands, she hurried for the door “Just coming-” she called out, rubbing her hands together and then shaking of the access.
The Morrigan opened the door of her shop with a smile, still wearing the heavy leather apron around her neck, hair swept back in a neat chignon to keep fly aways out of her eyes while she worked. The air was heavy with the smell of pine and lilies grown deep in valleys. It masked the formaldehyde well, but that scent still lingered light as a kiss in the air. The Morrigan glanced up at her visitor, eyes old as the hills and pale as a corpse she said “-how may i help you?”
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It wasn’t until Ria had already knocked on the door that she’d regretted instantly the aggressive way in which she approached the shop. The Aquarium had issued brand new uniforms, a baggy pair of navy blue dress pants, a cheap belt, and a horrendous polo shirt, the smallest size making her look like a sack of potatoes. In her own embarrassment, she knew something had to be done and she couldn’t just snap her fingers and make someone do it, like she’d been used to for thousands of years. All this time mundane still felt like the blink of an eye in comparison. At least she felt panic and dread like a human. “Hey, sorry I think I disturbed you...” she trailed off before she shook her head, “I have an emergency tailor job? My new work uniform needs some serious help.”
Stepping out of the Waffle Shop, Senan let out an exasperated sigh. The risk of going there and ended up someplace else was always a factor. Thankfully, it seemed the other customers were equally as confused. “Where do you think it dropped us off this time?”
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“I was hoping for the mountains,” Ria mused to herself before she shrugged her shoulders, trying not to look as though she rolled her eyes at the hand fate had always dealt her, “but when do any of us get what we want these days, right?”
RIA CHAPUL called into ORACLE FM. They were a little bit -WRATHFUL & -IMPULSIVE at first, but we kept them talking until they got a little +ADVENTUROUS & +THOUGHTFUL. They said they’ve been working as MARINE BIOLOGIST, and thinking about aligning themselves with OMETECUHTLI since they have been living in Nova Satus for FIFTEEN YEARS, and from what we can tell, they still give off huge FABRICS WITH BRIGHT COLORS, FLOATING ON WATER ON YOUR BACK, AND A SUNSET OVER THE HORIZON vibes. [MELISSA BARRERA, AZTEC GODDESS (Chalchiuhtlicue), CIS FEMALE, ANCIENT, SHE/HER ]
Hello everyone!! My name is Mandy and this is my first character (probably of many, we’ll see, I’m just too darn excited!!). Here’s a little info about her!! If you like her, you can drop a like or just hit me up on discord too, I’m just super giddy right now and wanna jump right into plotting and all that fun stuff!
I have taken some liberties with her story just to tidy things up and make it as good-for-rp as possible!! Enjoy!!
LORE / BACKSTORY:
Okay!! So for those who don’t know, Chalchiuhtlicue is the goddess of the river and Ocean (in other iterations, they call her the goddess of water that collects on Earth and so on, so forth).
She’s the sister of the god of rain, Tláloc. (There are some texts that say they’re married and others that say they’re siblings, so I’m choosing to play on the siblings plot!!)
Chalchiutlicue had her heart heart deeply broken, thus crying for 52 years straight. Her tears causing a great flood over her domain. As a way to right her wrong, she she turned all of her residing humans into fish.
Since then, she has been free of romantic love and has vowed never to fall deeply in love ever again (despite looking for it several times since then).
BECOMING “HUMAN”:
Despite the ever-present idea that humans weren’t believing in gods anymore, Chalchiuhtlicue’s faith in humans never faltered. As long as her people held their festival for her every February, she’d never be convinced the humans stopped believing.
Then came the February when nothing happened. It all stopped. No one celebrated her. No one remembered her. No one believed in her.
For a couple years, she took it quite hard, but found an opportunity unlike any other to become the person she’s always wanted to be.
She could give herself a name that the English speaking world could pronounce, a beautiful name that had the meaning of the element she commanded over. “Ria”, for the river.
For a while, she enjoyed being a regular girl and just doing reckless, adventurous, and impulsive things with no consequences. What else was there to do with no power and nothing more to lose??
NOVA SATUS:
While Ria loves the splendors of no responsibility, while also working at the Aquarium and playing with human children and fish all day, she’s torn with the idea that the world needs her again.
Of course, she’d love to have her power back, but is she ready to give up the care-free human life to get it???
