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Noble OCs - Ceresthalassa

More OCs from one of my four original noble clans, the Ceresthalassa! They are the Clan of the Earthshakers and their current Clan Leader is Doris Ceresthalassa, whose heir is her daughter Marina Ceresthalassa. Their clan’s soul weapon is trident Eulises.

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(Just a quick note, everyone is a noble here. There are no hybrids. In my headcanons “pureblood” and “non-pureblood” are just terms that nobles use with each other to broadly describe how affiliated someone is with their own clan. And I say “broadly” because there is much more to it and I think it deserves a post of its own. For now “pureblood” can be seen as a “strong enough and qualified to inherit the clan’s soul weapon and become Clan Leader” and “non-pureblood” as “an ordinary clan member” kind of thing. And being either has little to do with lineage and more of just the individual itself. Again, definitely posting more on that in the future)

Straight to the characters.

Pangu Ceresthalassa: Pureblood. Entered eternal sleep, belonged to the ancient generations.

Pangu was one of the very first Ceresthalassa Clan Leaders in history. He might even be his clan’s most powerful member to have ever existed. The old noble legends say that he was the one who directly contributed to Lukedonia’s formation, and that is true. He manipulated and shifted the earth beneath him into what would eventually become the perfect home for his kind. There are also stories and myths in the human world that depict Pangu as the primordial being and deity who created the world. Pangu himself would be flattered to hear that he’s viewed as a cosmic superpower if he were still alive. Ooh, how catchy. Planet Earth’s existence precedes his own, so eh, not quite, though a cool title is still a cool title. And a very welcome one too, lol. The humans didn’t worship him for no reason; Pangu did achieve incredible feats in the eyes of mankind. Lukedonia wasn’t the only land he “created”. Pangu took pity on the inhabitants of the world who struggled to survive, so he rearranged many parts of the planet to be more hospitable for life and paved the way for all species to thrive. He gave them food and shelter, and left the rest to them in hopes that they would be able to develop on their own.

And they did. The humans are an obvious example, and Pangu’s name lives to this day. Meanwhile the werewolves worship and thank their own goddess, Mother Moon, for the gifts she bestowed upon them. That’s the legend they pass down from generation to generation, but it was actually Pangu and his descendants who created werewolf herbs as part of their mission on Earth. The werewolves would say that’s false, because no way the origin of their prized herbs have anything to do with nobles. Pangu wouldn’t mind as long as everyone’s doing well; the credit can go to someone else. Pangu used the full extent of his powers for good throughout his lifetime and eventually succumbed to exhaustion. Constantly using his powers on a massive scale took a toll on his body and mind, and while he could’ve lived for longer, he decided that it was time to say goodbye. Before Pangu passed, he entrusted his successor with the mission of being nature’s guardian in his stead. And his successor would pass that ideology to his successors, thus the prominence of the mentality of “must dedicate ourselves to nature” among Ceresthalassa Clan Leaders and clan members. Pangu’s selflessness and kindness would continue to live through his many descendants. However, circumstances have changed since the world entered the modern era. Recent Ceresthalassa Clan Leaders have to adjust their approach because intelligent species are not as good-natured as they were before. Pangu’s creation of an ideal environment has allowed both good and evil to manifest. Would Pangu be saddened if he time traveled and saw all the conflict, pollution, destruction, and extinction in the modern world? Perhaps, but he wouldn’t regret devoting himself to this place. He loved Earth too much. That is the kind of man he was.

While Pangu was a fairly busy man and free time was a luxury to him, he did have some hobbies. One of them was learning transfiguration spells. He loved all things nature. The land, the water, the wind, the trees, the animals… he loved being around them just as much as being them. Pangu was an excellent spell caster and one of his many talents was transforming himself into different things and then blending himself into the background. Poof and he’s gone. He could be a deer, a bird, a flower, or a rock. He could also be a cloud, a butterfly, or a tree stump. Pangu often teased his children by turning himself into a twig or something and they would cry and run around trying to look for their father. Finding him was impossible because he basically changed not only his appearance but also his aura to match his surroundings. Then he’d release himself from the spell, turn back into himself, and shout “Papa’s here!” while pulling his children into a big hug. Pangu also did this to prank his clan members whenever they went looking for him. It was quite funny to see them crane their necks to the sky and shout “Clan Leader?? Is that you???” at a random cloud. Nah, fellas. Can’t you see that I’m the squirrel on this tree right here? Well of course you wouldn’t know, because my spell is perfect. Mhm. Again, Pangu would turn back into himself when he’s had enough fun. Sigh. They can’t get him to not play hide-and-seek. He’s always winning anyway, how is he not bored yet?!

Pangu’s other hobby was sleeping. To be precise, napping at random intervals. Using his powers all the time took out big chunks of his energy, and while nobles don’t require sleep to function, it’s nice to simply feel time flow in peace and quiet. Pangu would cast a spell on himself so he’s in deep sleep, and nothing can wake him up before time is up and the spell wears off by itself. Pangu often joked about how this is the opportunity for people with grudges against him to come over and slap him across the face all they want because he wouldn’t know anyway. Free facial massage for me, even better! Ho ho! Hey, c’mon, that was a good one, why aren’t y’all laughing?

Pangu had two children. His eldest became Clan Leader after him.

To this day, members of the Ceresthalassa Clan put offerings in front of Pangu’s statue for good luck.

Khumbo Ceresthalassa: Non-pureblood. Nephew of Tabitha Pyradros. Alive in the present day, belongs to the Previous Lord’s generation.

Khumbo is earnest and disciplined. He takes great pride in being organized, and likes to stick to his plans. He’d make a plan, and a backup plan, and a backup plan for his backup plan, and so on. Khumbo is usually calm, but sometimes freaks out when something goes astray. His job is weather control and he oversees several fields of food grown by the Ceresthalassa Clan. Khumbo is good at weather manipulation and his specialty is generating rainclouds. He’s very serious about his job, and once he went to his Clan Leader Doris crying about how he has to resign because he’s incompetent and irresponsible. A very confused Doris managed to figure out what he was saying through all that intense sobbing, and turns out his raincloud generated one milliliter more of rainwater than he had planned for the tomato field’s watering, and now he thinks his life as a weather controller is over and the crops are all going to die. He kept going on about how he has never made a mistake in his entire career until now, and he’s too ashamed to continue to work for the clan. It took Doris and Khumbo’s colleagues some time to calm him down and convince him that it’s okay and he should just relax, because no one needs to be that accurate. Khumbo took that as a literal order and on his daily to-do list, he has “Relax” written in bold as the first thing up there. Well, that’s one way of interpreting it for sure.

Khumbo’s dedication doesn’t stop there. He checks every single vegetable in the field and takes note of any differences between them, then meticulously evaluates the individual patches of soil underneath to spot even the slightest deviations from the intended uniform moisture, acidity, salinity, etc. Again, he ended up going to Doris crying about how turns out he has to resign anyway because one tomato was smaller and less red than the rest, and that must’ve been his fault. Doris had to remind him that plants naturally come in different colors, shapes and sizes. Oh right, forgot about that. He’s just really trying to do a good job. Someone give him a pat on the back.

Khumbo’s hobby is bird-watching. He loves to observe all kinds of birds in their natural habitats, and he’s very happy because Lukedonia has a lot of them. He has a sketchbook where he draws the birds while he watches them from a distance. His favorites are herons and other aquatic birds. He hopes that his future children will treasure this sketchbook just as much as him, because nature is full of wonders and one should take time to experience it in the fullest.

Khumbo’s partner is an unnamed Kravei.

Diantha Ceresthalassa: Pureblood. Great-grandmother of Doris Ceresthalassa. Entered eternal sleep, belonged to the ancient generations.

Diantha was a Clan Leader. Like her ancestor Pangu, she was very committed to planet Earth and succeeded the Ceresthalassa’s mindset of protecting the environment and all living beings in it. She tended to the land and sea just like her predecessors. Diantha dedicated much of her lifetime seeking to improve the quality of life for Earth’s inhabitants, and one of her greatest achievements was enhancing werewolf welfare. She loved humans too, but werewolves had a special place in her heart. To her, they are the most beautiful people in existence. Maybe even more so than her own kind, the nobles. Diantha couldn’t explain why, but she felt very strongly about it and her feelings towards the werewolves could’ve even been unconditional love.

Diantha had some talent for earth-shifting as well, just not quite at her ancestor Pangu’s level, though he is probably an outlier anyway. Diantha’s one true talent was creating herbs. She figured out a way for werewolves to have portable access to medicine, nutritional supplements, and more. Pangu may have started it, but Diantha was the one who perfected it. Diantha used her powers to make special plants that responded to the aura of werewolves. These special plants only grow near werewolf settlements. If a werewolf clan collectively abandons their home, they die out in that region. Instead, they sprout in the clan’s new home once they settle down. You can say these plants know to “follow” the werewolves wherever they go. The presence of a single werewolf is enough to get these plants to grow in nearby soil, though they’d appear in bigger numbers if there are more werewolves, which marks the advantage of a populated clan. This gift would later be known as Mother Moon’s herbs. Today, they’re staples for curing illnesses, boosting nutrition, temporarily heightening senses, numbing pain, and many other important functions.

Diantha interacted with werewolves on a regular basis, though she always disguised herself by manipulating her aura and appearance so that she looked like one of them. Her disguise gave her silver hair and silver eyes; the same shade of silver as the beautiful, shining moon. Despite her humbleness, the werewolves were able to recognize this mysterious woman as the one who blessed them with herbs. When they asked for her name, she panicked and pointed to the sky because she didn’t know how to respond. The werewolves interpreted it as “I come from the moon”, hence the title Mother Moon. Diantha somehow accidentally became the werewolves’ goddess who descended from the sky. Well, too late to back out now, might as well live up to it. Once every decade, Diantha visited werewolf clans across the world in her usual disguise. She played with the children and explained to the adults the full extent of each herb’s functions. They all believed that she was a real goddess from the moon, and why wouldn’t they? They had every reason to. Unfortunately, the werewolves never got to see their Mother Moon again after Diantha passed, as none of her descendants continued with this tradition. Her herbs are everywhere, but she is gone forever. The werewolves assume she went back to the moon. They are hopeful that she will bless them with her presence again someday. Some of the younger werewolves think that their elders are crazy for saying that Mother Moon is real and not just a personification. Well, what can I say except seeing is believing.

Diantha’s partner was an unnamed Ru.

Mian-Hua Ceresthalassa: Non-pureblood. Wife of Rubino Elenor, mother of Rozaria Elenor. Alive in the present day, belongs to the Previous Lord’s generation.

Mian-Hua is gentle yet firm. While she lets her husband Rubino enjoy himself with his pranks, she never hesitates to reprimand him whenever he takes it a bit too far. Rubino’s pranks are all harmless, just annoying to those who don’t really share his sense of humor. Mian-Hua does think it’s very entertaining to watch Rubino run wild with his mischievousness, just that she’d be the one apologizing to the receiving end because someone has to be polite. Mian-Hua was the one who apologized to Edian when her husband cast a chipmunk voice spell on her which caused her to not speak for half the day because she was too embarrassed to open her mouth. And that time when Rubino used a superglue spell and slapped a colorful toupee on Lagus’ bald head, except maybe that doesn’t really count because the latter actually took a liking to it and kept it there until it fell off. Well, guess there is some good in his tricks. When wife and husband go home at the end of the day, they’d laugh about the day’s highlights. Their household is lively, and their little daughter Rozaria would grow up in a warm, loving environment.

Mian-Hua is a professional cellist. She is a member of Marina’s orchestra and regularly performs at the grand concert hall of Lukedonia. Rubino would cheer for his beloved wife from the very first row though he’d get shushed by his fellow audience for making too much noise. Rozaria probably stepped in at times too and covered her father’s mouth with her hand whenever he got too carried away. He can’t help it, he just adores his wife so much! Mian-Hua can hear him from the stage and she appreciates his enthusiasm just as much as she’s physically cringing at it. Well, he’s too cute, so she’ll let it slide. Mian-Hua also likes to perform solo. One of her favorite activities is sitting on the beach on a stormy, rainy day and playing her cello to the raging waters. The sound of nature is her orchestra. Her cello is protected with a moisture repellent spell, of course, because her husband gave it to her as a courting gift when they were young teens in love, and she treasures this instrument with all her soul. Mian-Hua misses Rubino very much since he entered eternal sleep with the Previous Lord. She would imagine that the sea is him, and dedicates a song to him every year on their anniversary at the beach where they first met. Sometimes the Ceresthalassa sea monsters would gather by the shore and listen to Mian-Hua’s cello playing, and that’d get them into music. Some of them even ended up joining the orchestra. Mian-Hua has a starfish monster buddy named Robert who joined the orchestra because he was intrigued by her performance, and at some point decided to learn the clarinet for himself. Marina ain’t complaining. Her orchestra grows by the day. The more the merrier!

Mian-Hua’s other hobby is cleaning and purifying coral reefs. Like Doris and Marina, Mian-Hua loathes modern pollution and blames the humans for it. Every other day, she dives into the water and uses her noble powers to reverse damage caused by contamination. Mian-Hua isn’t a pureblood, so she doesn’t have the ability to cast purification spells on a large scale. She has to do them one by one. Still, she thinks her contributions mean a lot.

Mian-Hua is currently dating an unnamed Blerster.

Yehonatan Ceresthalassa: Non-pureblood. Not-so-distant relatives with Gradeus. Alive in the present day, belongs to Raskreia’s generation.

Yehonatan is obsessed with beautiful things. He loves his Ceresthalassa ancestors for creating countless marvels, but he also hates them for setting a time limit. You see, Yehonatan only loves things when they’re still young, fresh, and beautiful. The moment flowers start to wilt, he goes into a fit of rage and destroys them on the spot. It’s almost as if he’s taking it personally. He starts dreading their inevitable decay when they’ve only begun to sprout. And no, he doesn’t want fake flowers, he only wants the real deal.

This applies to people as well. As an extrovert, Yehonatan enjoys the company of others. He’s a good friend. But, he’ll only stick around for so long, and he’ll leave as soon as they show signs of aging: wrinkles, thinning hair, raspy voice, etc. any evidence of a ticking clock. Seeing his friends age terrifies Yehonatan and hurts him to the core, and he has to cut them off or else he’ll feel the urge to kill them. He’ll tell them he can’t see them in person anymore but he’ll stay in touch with them through letters without giving any sort of explanation whatsoever. Yehonatan has no personal grudges against them, he just can’t stand the loss of beauty. To him, the ideal world is where everything and everyone is forever at their prime and frozen in time. For this reason, he hates autumn and winter because falling leaves and bare branches torment his soul, and he gets so upset he starts to have violent meltdowns. He can’t look at them for two seconds without wanting to strangle himself or someone else, thus he never leaves home during those seasons and only goes outside during spring and summer. People joke about how he’s hibernating. Makes sense, he’s probably hibernating for his own sanity.

Yehonatan is young now, but he too will grow old one day and when the time comes, he’ll probably never go outside again and shut himself in his home until he dies. That, or he’ll cover up completely so nothing shows. He thinks anything past its prime is hideous and a disgrace to the world, including his future self.

Yehonatan’s hobby is using his aura to create holographic projections of everything he loves, and he seals them in small artifacts so he can replay them whenever he desires. He collects these items as a way for him to stay connected to the world once he decides he doesn’t deserve to be a part of it anymore; when his youth leaves him one day and he has no choice but to condemn himself to eternal self-exile.

Yehonatan is currently single and has not thought about dating yet.

Thank you for reading and stay tuned for future posts!

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