the figurehead

not affilated with boggio , personal interpretational of the character 'father overseer' from PHIGHTING!

[the-fatherr]

⚠️ tw ! this character is a cult leader , there will be religious themes , sensitive topics , discussion of violence , abuse , cruelty , death , suicide , & other strong topics. if you are not ok / uncomfortable with such , please dni or proceed with caution. ** this blog is a wip !

[ reference / art wip … ] overseer mage staff - it / xe / they pronouns , gender neutral terms only - 37 years old

overseer is written to be a traumagenic system with audhd + bipolar type 1 disorder aswell as alexithymia + ptsd. mod is a traumagenic system with alexithymia + audhd

this blog is primarily ran by an overseer fictive (evolved , as the system affectionately refers to them). please refer to mod overseer as morrow / null + any or no pronouns

overseer's voice switches & shifts depending on who's fronting. they are a very , very blurry system - & they react & respond very differently & erratically. they are a wildcard. they do not get along with most other people

overseer's alters will be recorded as time progresses , but since they are so blurry they are inconsistent & prone to changing

pierre - fragment + memory holder , the performer - they / ae / she / no pronouns pierre has a talent for performative arts , a passion to create & display themselves for the public. pierre is generally friendly but extremely bold & direct , struggling & unwilling to consider over perspectives over aer own , causing aer to have a lack of empathy & desire to interact with other inphernals aside from the attention received when peforming & interactions relating to their interest pierre is in a romantic relationship with the broker & has ties to one of the royal family members in lost temple , lady firework

mage - host + core splitoff , the persona - xe / it pronouns mage is the persona played by all of the other system members respectively (in their own ways). mage is dedicated to xir religion & xir given purpose , doing whatever it takes to appeal to & please xir false god ii'da'atan , no matter the cost. mage is shut-in & extremely antisocial , hostile to nearly everyone outside the cult. mage is dedicated to reforming itself to be a perfect figurehead & symbol for the cotte mage is a splitoff of the original core of the body , created due to intense stress & pressure from its caretakers & fellow cult members

#crystal ball is the general overseer tag used #|| post will be used on 'online' roleplays #|| ask will be used on asks #|| face-to-face will be used on 'in-person' roleplays #|| reblog will be used for overseer reblogging stuff they find neat

overseer will be speaking in green , using quotation marks for in-person roleplays & their actions will be highlighted with '＊　[action , description]'. other information will be provided as time goes on

[the-fatherr]

Salutations, Father Overseer!

I've been delighted to spread the word of our church for a long time now, and I'd like to show my gratitude!

Thus I brought you this wonderful cake!

I would've baked it myself if I could but it'd probably taste horrible on the account that I can't taste!

Anyhow, Enjoy!

With love, Your Favorite Acolyte.

(OOC: please don't mind this terrible excuse of a cake I whipped up in 5 minutes)

" a cake ? this is new. i do wonder ... - is there a reasoning besides gratitude ? there is no holiday in our near. "

＊　it observes the mess of a cake with an unreadable expression , obscured gaze locked onto the messy icing. peculiar.

[missingacolyte]

I had no specific reason, I just thought you'd like it!

[the-fatherr]

" ... hm. then i'll humor you , "

＊　what a rude way to show a sort of appreciation , if you can even call it that ? it moves over , long flowy robes dragging over with it. it moves itself over to terribly cut out a piece of it , putting it on a plate & trying some of it. it got some in its messy , long hair - it didnt even bother moving it out of the way. too paranoid or just didnt feel like it.

it just paused , setting it down after a taste. not good , probably. how horribly did broker fuck this thing up.

" its ... not sweet. i thought cake was sweet ? "

[crustacreation]

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[the-fatherr]

Salutations, Father Overseer!

I've been delighted to spread the word of our church for a long time now, and I'd like to show my gratitude!

Thus I brought you this wonderful cake!

I would've baked it myself if I could but it'd probably taste horrible on the account that I can't taste!

Anyhow, Enjoy!

With love, Your Favorite Acolyte.

(OOC: please don't mind this terrible excuse of a cake I whipped up in 5 minutes)

" a cake ? this is new. i do wonder ... - is there a reasoning besides gratitude ? there is no holiday in our near. "

＊　it observes the mess of a cake with an unreadable expression , obscured gaze locked onto the messy icing. peculiar.

[the-fatherr]

may i ask why pressure is on the blacklist/dni?

// oh thats old. we had some bad experiences with the fandom in the past / being sent death threats by people in the fandom we just didnt wantto interact w/ it. but we've grown since then , just forgot to change it

[the-fatherr]

removed it for now ... o7

[the-fatherr]

may i ask why pressure is on the blacklist/dni?

// oh thats old. we had some bad experiences with the fandom in the past / being sent death threats by people in the fandom we just didnt wantto interact w/ it. but we've grown since then , just forgot to change it

[crustacreation]

overseer collage thing i cooked up this morning

[the-fatherr]

be prepared to potentially be subjected to the fish attacks™️ soon

also

stampede time

🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎

im not in the gorge why is there a stampede. also , fish -?

[the-fatherr]

they say im the devil i dont even care

[the-fatherr]

maybe i am nothing. maybe i am all. look into the mirror & tell me who i am. do you see a martyr or a cause

[the-fatherr]

they say im the devil i dont even care

[the-fatherr]

hey hey… Psstt yeah hey you..

watch this for me yeah? *skedaddles*

" ? for what. why am i watching this. "

[the-fatherr]

do you care for you acolytes? or are they simply pawns for you..?

a simple question, i do hope you answer honestly father.

— jellyanon

" pawns ? care ? i wouldnt say either ... they are what they are .. i dont care.

broker. shes ok. i dont mind her. rifle ... - riflescythe. shes ok too. theres alot of them. its hard to think of them all. "

[themostwantedphighter]

" scythe. rifle. they stoned me on a post & called me the antichrist what is a christ. "

|| @the-fatherr

"I ain't sure..."

[the-fatherr]

" christ. is that a bread. it sounds like a bread or a cracker. like crisp. christ crisp. "

[themostwantedphighter]

-> She's clearly just as lost on it as xe are.

[the-fatherr]

＊　poking xir palm with xir claws. xe has weird ass markings & visible veins bulging out. what the fuck is wrong with xem.

" if its like a cracker ... then like - why would they ..- "

＊　more. poking xir palm. xe keep on weirdly breathing. loudly.

[themostwantedphighter]

"Sounds more like somethin' from 'nother religion... ain't sure what one though."

[the-fatherr]

＊　they freeze up for a minute , slowing turning over for a second before abruptly beginning to tweak the fuck out , their stance wildly widening as they hunch over , their volume increasing.

"ANOTHER RELIGION. WHAT. WHAT DO YOU MEAN.

RIFLE - RIFLESCYTHE. WHAT. NO. NO THEYRE - "

＊　they zone out for a minute , like they suddenly forgot what they were on about , pausing for a minute , dumbfounded before they just .. give up. what were they gonna say again.

[themostwantedphighter]

"Honestly, that was just me pullin' somethin' outta thin air. Ain't sure if it's actually true or not."

[the-fatherr]

" ok. i forgot. i didnt know. sorry. was i loud. "

＊　they have their hands on her shoulders now & theyre staring at her. holding her weird & clawing her a bit. you can barely see their face.

[themostwantedphighter]

-> She just... doesn't say anything about it.

[the-fatherr]

＊　xe stare at her blankly , xir gross eye boring into her , & the oozing half closed one , too. it didnt work anymore.

xe didnt say anything or make any attempts to. weird.

[themostwantedphighter]

"..."

"Ya alright?"

[the-fatherr]

" yea. were you going to say something. i was waiting on you to say something. "

＊　xe continue to stare at her , tone deadpan.

[themostwantedphighter]

"Well, to answer yer question from a few moments ago... ya weren't bein' loud."

[the-fatherr]

" oh. ok. thank you. "

＊　they let her go , arms dangling idly at their sides , their flowy robes covering their clawed & patterned hands.

" i didnt know. i wanted to ask. wasnt sure. "

[themostwantedphighter]

"Yer welcome. And that's perfectly fine."

[the-fatherr]

" ... ok. "

＊　they just stand there , dumbfounded. they dont know what to do.

[themostwantedphighter]

" scythe. rifle. they stoned me on a post & called me the antichrist what is a christ. "

|| @the-fatherr

"I ain't sure..."

[the-fatherr]

" christ. is that a bread. it sounds like a bread or a cracker. like crisp. christ crisp. "

[themostwantedphighter]

-> She's clearly just as lost on it as xe are.

[the-fatherr]

＊　poking xir palm with xir claws. xe has weird ass markings & visible veins bulging out. what the fuck is wrong with xem.

" if its like a cracker ... then like - why would they ..- "

＊　more. poking xir palm. xe keep on weirdly breathing. loudly.

[themostwantedphighter]

"Sounds more like somethin' from 'nother religion... ain't sure what one though."

[the-fatherr]

＊　they freeze up for a minute , slowing turning over for a second before abruptly beginning to tweak the fuck out , their stance wildly widening as they hunch over , their volume increasing.

"ANOTHER RELIGION. WHAT. WHAT DO YOU MEAN.

RIFLE - RIFLESCYTHE. WHAT. NO. NO THEYRE - "

＊　they zone out for a minute , like they suddenly forgot what they were on about , pausing for a minute , dumbfounded before they just .. give up. what were they gonna say again.

[themostwantedphighter]

"Honestly, that was just me pullin' somethin' outta thin air. Ain't sure if it's actually true or not."

[the-fatherr]

" ok. i forgot. i didnt know. sorry. was i loud. "

＊　they have their hands on her shoulders now & theyre staring at her. holding her weird & clawing her a bit. you can barely see their face.

[themostwantedphighter]

-> She just... doesn't say anything about it.

[the-fatherr]

＊　xe stare at her blankly , xir gross eye boring into her , & the oozing half closed one , too. it didnt work anymore.

xe didnt say anything or make any attempts to. weird.

[themostwantedphighter]

"..."

"Ya alright?"

[the-fatherr]

" yea. were you going to say something. i was waiting on you to say something. "

＊　xe continue to stare at her , tone deadpan.

[themostwantedphighter]

"Well, to answer yer question from a few moments ago... ya weren't bein' loud."

[the-fatherr]

" oh. ok. thank you. "

＊　they let her go , arms dangling idly at their sides , their flowy robes covering their clawed & patterned hands.

" i didnt know. i wanted to ask. wasnt sure. "

[the-fatherr]

I need you to know you are a freak. an enjoyable one. but a freak.

walks away.

" what. "

[themostwantedphighter]

" scythe. rifle. they stoned me on a post & called me the antichrist what is a christ. "

|| @the-fatherr

"I ain't sure..."

[the-fatherr]

" christ. is that a bread. it sounds like a bread or a cracker. like crisp. christ crisp. "

[themostwantedphighter]

-> She's clearly just as lost on it as xe are.

[the-fatherr]

＊　poking xir palm with xir claws. xe has weird ass markings & visible veins bulging out. what the fuck is wrong with xem.

" if its like a cracker ... then like - why would they ..- "

＊　more. poking xir palm. xe keep on weirdly breathing. loudly.

[themostwantedphighter]

"Sounds more like somethin' from 'nother religion... ain't sure what one though."

[the-fatherr]

＊　they freeze up for a minute , slowing turning over for a second before abruptly beginning to tweak the fuck out , their stance wildly widening as they hunch over , their volume increasing.

"ANOTHER RELIGION. WHAT. WHAT DO YOU MEAN.

RIFLE - RIFLESCYTHE. WHAT. NO. NO THEYRE - "

＊　they zone out for a minute , like they suddenly forgot what they were on about , pausing for a minute , dumbfounded before they just .. give up. what were they gonna say again.

[themostwantedphighter]

"Honestly, that was just me pullin' somethin' outta thin air. Ain't sure if it's actually true or not."

[the-fatherr]

" ok. i forgot. i didnt know. sorry. was i loud. "

＊　they have their hands on her shoulders now & theyre staring at her. holding her weird & clawing her a bit. you can barely see their face.

[themostwantedphighter]

-> She just... doesn't say anything about it.

[the-fatherr]

＊　xe stare at her blankly , xir gross eye boring into her , & the oozing half closed one , too. it didnt work anymore.

xe didnt say anything or make any attempts to. weird.

[themostwantedphighter]

"..."

"Ya alright?"

[the-fatherr]

" yea. were you going to say something. i was waiting on you to say something. "

＊　xe continue to stare at her , tone deadpan.

[themostwantedphighter]

" scythe. rifle. they stoned me on a post & called me the antichrist what is a christ. "

|| @the-fatherr

"I ain't sure..."

[the-fatherr]

" christ. is that a bread. it sounds like a bread or a cracker. like crisp. christ crisp. "

[themostwantedphighter]

-> She's clearly just as lost on it as xe are.

[the-fatherr]

＊　poking xir palm with xir claws. xe has weird ass markings & visible veins bulging out. what the fuck is wrong with xem.

" if its like a cracker ... then like - why would they ..- "

＊　more. poking xir palm. xe keep on weirdly breathing. loudly.

[themostwantedphighter]

"Sounds more like somethin' from 'nother religion... ain't sure what one though."

[the-fatherr]

＊　they freeze up for a minute , slowing turning over for a second before abruptly beginning to tweak the fuck out , their stance wildly widening as they hunch over , their volume increasing.

"ANOTHER RELIGION. WHAT. WHAT DO YOU MEAN.

RIFLE - RIFLESCYTHE. WHAT. NO. NO THEYRE - "

＊　they zone out for a minute , like they suddenly forgot what they were on about , pausing for a minute , dumbfounded before they just .. give up. what were they gonna say again.

[themostwantedphighter]

"Honestly, that was just me pullin' somethin' outta thin air. Ain't sure if it's actually true or not."

[the-fatherr]

" ok. i forgot. i didnt know. sorry. was i loud. "

＊　they have their hands on her shoulders now & theyre staring at her. holding her weird & clawing her a bit. you can barely see their face.

[themostwantedphighter]

-> She just... doesn't say anything about it.

[the-fatherr]

＊　xe stare at her blankly , xir gross eye boring into her , & the oozing half closed one , too. it didnt work anymore.

xe didnt say anything or make any attempts to. weird.