#theseus|aesthetic

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Theseus: Well, it rained today, but as a whole it's been warmer than it was last week.

Cecil: Why does it seem like every time you talk to us, you end up talking about the weather? Is your life so unimaginably dull that you can't think of any events in your life to describe that might be more interesting than the weather? Let's think of something for you to talk about other than the weather. I mean, we barely even know anything about you, other than where you live.

Cecil: Let's start there. What do you do for a living?

Theseus: I'm a meteorologist.

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Some gifs for the wtnv characters most likely to come up in my fics and my hcs!

...at least the ones with face claims.

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AESTHETIC     HEADCANON     MUSIC     CHARACTER

• QUICK STATS •

NAME :: Theseus Noble NICKNAME :: Theo, the Weatherman FANDOM :: Welcome to Night Vale GENDER :: male ORIENTATION :: bisexual, polyamorous BIRTHDAY :: November 9th, 1994 ZODIAC :: Scorpio SHIPS :: /Cecil Palmer, /Lance, chemistry

• BIOGRAPHY •

Theseus Noble was born and raised in Night Vale, like his parents, and theirs. His childhood was, like most people’s, a rather typical experience, his teenage years however, were a more complex thing. When he was fifteen, his best friend found an old book of magic in her attic, and for the next year and a half, the two of them would meet up by the train tracks between their houses, after the sun had gone down. 

Small spells-- for luck, or happiness, or sleep were easy to do. Sigils written in sharpie marker, Latin incantations recited from pixelated photos of spell book pages. And for a while, they were content, but his best friend wanted more than that, wanted something more exciting than the dispersal of bad luck. The thing about a powerful summoning is that neither of them were prepared for it, and more can go wrong than with spells with low stakes. 

The old spell book out in front of them, the two of them standing on the edge of a proper salt circle. Theseus has never been certain what exactly went wrong, except that there was a flash of light, and then he was lying on the ground, with a ringing in his ears, and his friend had wide eyes and talked about some great thing she’d seen in the flash of light.

Neither of them ever told any one what had happened that night and their friendship soon fell apart, her hunting down answers, and he decided that he’d seen enough of magic and mystery. Immediately after graduation, he started a bachelor’s of science at the community collage.

Now, Theseus works at the radio station as their weatherman. At least once a week, he has to try and drag the weather balloons down from the station roof from where they’ve escaped, and his office is a mess of [redacted] reports, and actual weather readings. He hasn’t done any spell work in almost a decade, and most days, he doesn’t miss it, taking more comfort from the sensible numbers and readouts of the weather.

• PHYSICAL •

FACE CLAIM :: Kendall Harrison HEIGHT :: 5′11″ BUILD :: lean VISUAL AGE :: 27 ACTUAL AGE :: 27 HAIR :: black EYES :: dark brown SPECIES :: human HAND :: ambidextrous GLASSES :: no IDENTIFYING :: Most people, Theseus included most days, would say the dreadlocks. He’s had them since he was in his early teens. 

• MENTAL •

FAITH :: agnostic MARITAL STATUS :: single OCCUPATION :: Night Vale Community Radio weatherman EDUCATION :: Meteorology bachelor’s from the Night Vale Community College QUIRKS :: Considering he’s the weatherman, Theseus can usually be humming whatever the daily weather is.