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Lucifarians: A Family Forged: Bios (1980) Helah Weiss / Hel Lucifarian
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"Ya puttin' me to sleep over here, bud."
Name
Full Legal Name: Helah Tamar Weiss
First Name: Helah
Meaning: Means 'Rust' in Hebrew.
Pronunciation: HEE-la
Origin: Biblical
Middle Name: Tamar
Meaning: Means 'Date palm' in Hebrew.
Pronunciation: TAHM-ahr
Origin: Hebrew, Georgian, Biblical, Biblical Hebrew
Surname: Weiss
Meaning: From Middle High German 'Wiz' or Yiddish 'Vais' meaning 'White'.
Pronunciation: VIES
Origin: German, Yiddish
Ring Name: Hel Lucifarian, Sloth
Commentary Nickname: The Sloth, The Human Sleeping Pill, Sleeping Beauty
Nicknames: Hel, Tammie
Titles: Miss
Characteristics
Age: 24
Gender: Female. She/Her Pronouns
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: White (1/2 Greek, 1/2 German)
Birth Date: December 20th 1956
Sexuality: Bisexual
Religion: Jewish
Native Language: English
Known Language: English, Greek, German, Hebrew, French, Spanish, Italian, American Sign Language, Polish
Relationship Status: Single
Astrological Sign: Sagittarius
Entrance Music: 'Cat's in the cradle' - Harry Chapin (1974-)
Voice Claim: Angie Harmon
Geographical Characteristics
Birthplace: Atlantic City, Atlantic County, New Jersey, USA
Current Location: Unknown
Hometown: Atlantic City, Atlantic County, New Jersey, USA
Appearance
Height: 5'4" / 162 cm
Weight: 150 lbs / 68 kg
Eye Colour: Gray
Hair Colour: Dark Auburn
Hair Dye: Bangs Dyed Light Blue
Body Hair: N/A
Facial Hair: N/A
Tattoos: (As of Jan 1980) 6
Piercings: Ear Lobe (Double, Both)
Scars: None
Health and Fitness
Allergies: None
Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Social Drinker, Smoker
Illnesses/Disorders: None Diagnosed
Medications: None
Any Specific Diet: None
Relationships
Allies: Skull Lucifarian, Ven Lucifarian, Bel Lucifarian, Pat Lucifarian, Cas Lucifarian, Eve Lucifarian, Syd Lucifarian, Gorilla Monsoon
Enemies: Moolah, Wendi Richter, Freddie Blassie, Hulk Hogan, Bob Orton, Mr Fuji, Paul Orndorff
Closest Confidant: Thalia Weiss
Mentor: Levi Weiss
Significant Other: None
Previous Partners: None of Note
Parents: Levi Weiss (56, Father), Thalia Weiss (55, Mother, Née Stavros)
Parents-In-Law: None
Siblings: Moses Weiss (33, Brother), Sarah Schwarz (30, Sister, Née Weiss), Nathan Weiss (27, Brother)
Siblings-In-Law: Rachel Weiss (32, Moses' Wife, Née Roth), Reuben Schwarz (29, Sarah's Husband), Naomi Weiss (26, Nathan's Wife, Née Prinz)
Nieces & Nephews: Samuel Weiss (12, Nephew), Miriam Weiss (9, Niece), Adam Weiss (6, Nephew), Leah Weiss (3, Niece), Daniel Schwarz (9, Nephew), Judith Schwarz (6, Niece), Eden Schwarz (3, Nephew), Hannah Weiss (6, Niece), Gideon Weiss (3, Nephew)
Children: None
Children-In-Law: None
Grandkids: None
Wrestling
Billed From: Hellview
Trainer: Skull Lucifarian
Managers: Skull Lucifarian
Wrestlers Managed: None
Debut: 1974 (WWF Debut: 1976)
Retired: N/A
Wrestling Style: Submission Artist
Stables: Daughters of Darkness (1974-)
Teams:
Eternal Rest (Skull & Hel)
Lavender’s Blue (Ven & Hel)
The Dream Team (Bel & Hel)
Blue & Gold (Pat & Hel)
Total Knockouts (Cas & Hel)
The Purely Insane (Hel & Eve)
The Phoenix & The Phantom (Hel & Syd)
Regular Moves: Roundhouse Kick, Diving Crossbody, Diving Elbow Drop, Suicide Dive, Step-Up Enzuigiri, Springboard Clothesline, Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker, Sitout Suplex Slam, Slingshot Somersault Senton, Naptime (Arm Trap Swinging Neckbreaker)
Finishers: Dirt Nap (Arm Trap Triangle Choke), Lullaby (Fireman's Carry Dropped Into A Knee Lift)
Refers To Fans As: The Slothful, The Slothful Ones, The Apathetic, The Apathetic Ones
Heel or Face: (As of Jan 1980) Heel
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strawberly95 · 9 months
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HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN BARBIE?? IF YES TELL ME WHAT YOU THOUGHT ABOUT IT!! IF NOT WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?🤭
Obviously Lucifer would force them to go with matching outfits, and everytime Ken did something for Barbie he would look at chloe like "I also do that 🥴" 😭😭
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sainttypevibe · 3 months
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We do not worship; We Honor.
All Hail Lord Lucifer; Father to all things broken.
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0reo-manly · 3 months
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Lucifer as a duck!! :DD
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hawkmothdraws · 4 months
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Are you interested in paganism, polytheism, witchcraft or the occult?
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enbyautist-transgirl · 6 months
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You all make a puppy feel so welcomed on tumblr arf arf arf
🐶🐶🐶
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autoacafiles · 4 months
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nightsidewrestling · 4 months
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Phone Sketches
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moodivy · 1 month
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This is a long shot but does anyone remember the discord server with the occult pdfs. It had everything from hermeticism to Wicca, basically just a huge occult library. Idk if it died or what but if anyone has the link or smth pls lmk!
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blaccsccorpio · 5 months
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Reflecting on this past year proud of myself. I'm proud of the battles I've survived. The ones I've won. The true power of my resistance and sense of self. The love and trust I've gained for myself in myself. The connections Ive gained and lost. The tears, blood, and wails I released. The gut wretching heart ache. The late nights full of distain and greif.
I shouldn't have had to go through any of it but I'd never take it back. I look back with a deep and loving gaze. I am a child with no tools and not teachers doing everything and anything I knew I could do. I did my best. I tried and failed at everything. I lost my self of identity. I feel like a d*ed. I did.
I cast you in yellow and red roses.
Be still sweet babe
You've done enough
Now you may rest
Thank you.
I promise to stand up and protect my peace, security, and joy. I promise not to let your dreams die sweet child of mine. We will get there. Today and forever more blessed be my Lord and Lady.
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Lucifarians: A Family Forged (1980):
Chapter 1 January Twelfth
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Taglist: @spacelizardtrashboys @natsadkid @schizoauthoress @piratewithvigorr @stupidbluegirl @thedollmaker16 @the--blackdahlia
Warnings: violence, smoking, Roddy being Roddy, my weird universe alterations
2200+ words
The Kayfabe Post
Casey's P.O.V:
Thursday, the first day of being at work for the WWF, Saturday the twelfth of January 1980. Part of me still can’t believe that Driskoll got us into the WWF, himself being here alone was explainable, even if he brought his sons it would have been expected, but us, seven women all entering the WWF at the same time, the head office must’ve been smoking something when signing the contracts. Driskoll has already given us an order to get to know the men of the company better, and if I’m honest, I don’t know anyone, and due to my status as a ‘cannibalistic, carnivorous, monster heel’ I don’t think many people are willing to approach me.
I’m not here because I earned it, I’m here because I’m a necessity for the team, or at least, that’s how I view it. That’s how I’ve always viewed it. Ven needed someone to humiliate and, as a natural outcast, I’m the easiest choice. Dirty blonde hair in a masculine style, half dyed copper, thick eyebrows over eyes that can’t decide if they want to be blue or green, multiple scars over my jaw covered by a thick mask which curls under my chin. Heavier than Ven, but much more slender than any male giant, except maybe Baba, and then there’s my tatt-
BAM
“Oh dear lord, sorry, are you okay?”
In my absent-minded walking I had knocked myself and another person to the floor, and not just anybody.
Four inches taller than me,
Wild afro hair,
At least double my weight,
André.
André the giant.
Knocked to the floor, by me… Shit.
“Are you okay, Mademoiselle?”
I went as stiff as a statue, and pale like Michelangelo’s David, staring at the floor and awaiting punishment for my carelessness.
“Mademoiselle?” His shadow shifted with his movements as he got closer.
His tone worried, “Mademoiselle?” He lifted me to my feet, I had just enough composure to thank him in his native tongue.
“Who are you, Mademoiselle?” André smiles softly.
“Cas Lucifarian, I’m new here.” I return the soft smile.
André wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer before taking a good look at me and cocking an eyebrow, !Are you, uh…” He snaps his fingers as he tries to find the right words.
“A giant, yeah, well actually I’m a giantess.”
André walks with me, showing me around the arena’s backstage areas, talking about everything and nothing whilst roaming the shockingly empty arena. I say everything and nothing, and I mean it, from the best shops for tailored suits to what places along the road had the best coffee. For the first time I had a friend who I can talk to and know he knows what being a giant is like.
By the time André’s tour ended, Venka had come searching for me so I could be part of the interview with Driskoll and Gene, I managed to get out a quick ‘Goodbye’ to my fellow giant before leaving.
Playing my usual role, the enforcer, the intimidation device, it is my role to scare anyone who I’m told to. Before joining the group, me and my brother Kane worked as a tag team, the Lloyd siblings better known as The Celtic Warriors. From winning tag belts to being a damn human scare tactic.
Focusing back into reality I heard Howard ask Skull how we were doing as a team so far.
I stood behind Skull and Ven, puffing out my chest and crossing my arms to look bigger and scarier.
“You know something,” Skull’s silken voice the mark of a snake, “Howard, my girls have yet to have a match, but we are doing absolutely fine. In shape and ready to rock and roll, every single one of my girls is doing fine.”
“Just look at us,” Ven adds with a smirk, gesturing to her body, “Don’t we just look marvellous, Mr Finkel?”
Finkel smirks, “You could say that again, Miss?”
“Ven, although you can call me Pride.”
Skull glares at Finkel, almost daring the smaller man to try and flirt with his daughter.
Howard readjusts and focuses on the main point of new women in the WWF, “Uh, well, how soon do you girls think you’ll be seeing in-ring action?”
Skull looks at me to answer.
“Soon. Very very soon.” I growl as we leave the interview.
The rest of the day went by rather normally and quickly, Driskoll and Venka taking Helah and Everest with them back to the hotel, while myself, Bellona, Petra and Sydney stay behind to look at the other competitors as they leave.
Bel takes her cigarettes and a lighter from her bag, lighting up as she strides up to me and leans against the wall, puffing out clouds of smoke as she speaks, “Wassup, tall-ass.”
“I’m thinkin’.”
“Dangerous pastime hermana.”
“I know, Bell, I know. Hermana.”
“You addin’ to your phrasebook, Cassie?”
“Only the ones I deem handy to have.”
“Gym, tomorrow, me and you?”
“Gotta train, so yeah, gotta settle in somehow, right?”
“I’ll see you there, alright?”
“Adios, Bell.”
Bellona waves as she goes to grab a ride with the other two.
Bel is the only person who sees me as more of a sister than just a teammate. I look over at the door to the men’s locker room, soon one of those men will face me, now where is he. Putski, no. Rodz, no. Duggan, no. Zbyszko, yeah, he’ll do fine.
“Woah, watch where ya walkin’ lady.” A gravelly voice interrupts my thoughts as I turn to leave.
Lou Albano, oh geez.
Skull had warned me to avoid Lou, although with my gimmick being Gluttony I’m certain he’d jump at the chance to manage me.
“Sorry, Mr Albano.”
“It’s okay kid, you didn’t mean to do any harm, see ya around giantess.” Albano pats my arm as he leaves the arena.
I was still watching Albano, trying to figure out why he had acted so kindly towards me before feeling the hand on my shoulder and turning to be face to face with André.
“Hello Cas,” his soft smile returns, “It’s dark out tonight, maybe you would like to get a ride back to the hotel, I really don’t think a young lady like you should run the risk of meeting any unkind people out there.” In a strange way his voice calms me, the faint Ws replacing Rs and faint Hs of the French accent, almost like a father or older brother.
“I’m okay, André, thank you for the offer though, it’s very kind of you.”
He nods in response, saddened but curious, probably weighing the options of what I could do as much as I am, if I get a taxi my back will hurt tomorrow, but if I walk, I run the risk of getting followed or worse, I was already stabbed once in the past back in Carrickfergus. André pats my shoulder before sauntering off and leaving me all alone once again.
I don’t mind being alone, or rather I didn’t mind back when I worked with my brother, I was outcasted by everyone but him my entire life, our father working in a coal mine in Wales and our mother practically a single mother to two very active children, the only way she got us to stop wrecking the house was to make us train with David Finlay, a god of Irish wrestling.
I put my bag over my shoulder and started on my way back to the hotel, stopping to cover myself up with the shirt I keep wrapped around my waist, the sleeves long enough to hide my tattoos on my wrists, almost all of my sixteen tattoos are on my legs, except the two on my wrists, which I usually hide with tape when working.
It took around an hour to reach the hotel, walking through Philadelphia, a place I have never been before and am starting to hope I will never come back to, reaching the hotel and going straight to my hotel room, locking the door and getting ready to train.
I took off my shirt, shoes, everything except my underwear, starting with warmups and progressing into practising punches, kicks, knees, anything to tire myself, finishing up at just before midnight, showering and doing my nightly routine before falling asleep the moment I lay in bed.
On the morning of January 13th, Sunday, I woke up at six, turning off the radio alarm and stretching as I head to the bathroom, doing my morning routine and getting dressed in a short-sleeved orange shirt and black shorts, my mask for today is an orange and black chequered pattern heavy duty mask which I made sure goes down to the middle of my neck, I head to the local gym, taking my gym bag with me.
You meet all sorts of people in a gym, or so David had told me, back in Carrickfergus I would just train at his house, or at the club in Greenisland with his son or my brother. This gym felt like a whole new world, men from Georgia Championship Wrestling, The World Wrestling Federation and the National Wrestling Alliance. I scanned for faces I had seen last night, I waved to Volkoff, he smiled and waved back before focusing on his workout.
I headed to one of the heavy bags, ending up between Muraco and Valentine, two men André had told me about the day before. Muraco stops, whispering to a guy standing next to him.
As Valentine walks past he whispers to me, “Careful around Piper, he’s a wild man.”
“Hey, Cas, right? The girl André’s been talking about.” Muraco smirks as he continues his workout.
“Yeah, I’m Cas, André said that you’re Don Muraco.” I reply between punches, keeping my breathing composed.
“Yes miss, although you can call me Don, the giant’s been talking to the boys about his new friend and how you’re a ‘lady giant’ as he put it.”
The mystery guy, probably ‘Piper’, smirks at Muraco before clearing his throat and looking more serious as he looks at me.
“Yeah, I’m a giantess, it’s good to meet you guys, but, uh, who’s your friend, Don?”
Don wraps his arm around the slightly smaller man’s shoulders, “This is Rowdy Roddy Piper, he’s a bit like you, Celtic, Irish are Celts right?”
“Yeah, though I don’t think your friend is Irish, he’s too broad-shouldered to be Irish.”
“I’m Scottish, originally from Glasgow. Can’t speak Gaelic, but I can play the bagpipes.” Piper’s eyes light up, a sort of mad Scottish fire behind blue eyes.
“I’ll see you boys around, I’ve got some more training to do.” I walked off to the treadmills, trying to block out Valentine’s comment. Piper didn’t seem all too wild, or rowdy, but a man like him, muscular, proud enough to wear a kilt, he could spell trouble for me.
I finished up, sitting on the floor and wiping my face with my towel, looking up when the noise of footsteps stops in front of me.
“Yes?” I murmur while staring at Piper’s stupid grin.
“Show me how you fight,” He bent over to be eye-to-eye with me, “you’re new here, I wanna know how ya fight.”
“Now?”
“Yeah, c’mon.” He leads me to a boxing ring being used by other wrestlers.
Piper enters through the ropes, I test the top rope’s slack, tight enough for my purposes, I lean back and front flip over the rope into the ring.
“That’s new, no girls have ever done that around me before.”
“I’m twenty-six and a giantess with a gymnastics background.”
Piper scoffs and we lock up, hand to hand, a test of strength, he goes for a knee to the stomach and I counter with a stiff Irish whip into the ring post, a little too stiff.
“You’re gonna pay for that, lass.” Piper snarls, and suddenly I can’t tell if he’s actually angry or if this is just for show.
I size him up, calculating in my mind how high I need to jump, he comes at me for a high knee strike and I dropkick him, both of us crashing to the mat below, my head bouncing off the near rock-solid boxing ring, making my mask hit my throat and almost trigger my gag-reflex, my breathing gets heavier and I try to hide the impact from the rowdy Scot.
Piper’s up quickly and at my side in an instant, “Cas, you okay?”
I don’t answer, rolling onto my back and struggling to slow my breath. Roddy pulls me up, letting me lean against the ring post and goes to unbuckle my mask.
I push his hands away and unbuckle it myself, before I can stop him, he grabs the mask away and checks my face and neck, he winces and my heartbeat doubles at the idea of him wincing at the mess of scars.
“It’s okay, the cut isn't deep enough to cause much damage, you’ve just bruised up your neck if anythin’.”
“Gimme back my mask.” I whisper, my voice hoarse.
“No, I ain’t finished lookin’ at you just yet,” He smirks, “can I train with ya, whenever we see each other again?”
“Sure, if we see each other again.” I nod as I put my mask back in its place.
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strawberly95 · 11 months
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01x02: Lucifer, stay. Good Devil
Im getting more motivated the more I make this so I hope I dont get tired of doing it😭😭 I like more scenes in this ep but I literally didn't have space for them here🤡
I've already said it but I love s1 so much agh their dynamic was so🤭🤭
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dragonofdarkness666 · 2 months
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Christianity to Luciferianism
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Here is a YouTube video I made a few years ago that describes my belief system and how I got to where I'm at today. Well it's a few years ago so not exactly today but belief system wise I'm still a luciferian.
I have other videos where I debunk Christian views and the Bible. As a staunch x Christian I won't go out of my way to harass somebody unless they ask for it but if you want to debate or ask me questions about why I left "the faith" feel free to ask. Just be prepared for your ideas to be challenged.
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trump666traitor · 2 years
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thenailbiter · 10 months
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I never thought I would be a witch much less working with Lucifer but theres something really powerful in being raised conservative Christian and disconnecting from that to find my own power.
Coming to terms with how much I was hindered because of my moms beliefs and I think that's why I find Lucifer so empowering.
So here's to growth and all the ups and downs that come along with it
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