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The latest trial had been a particularly grueling one, filled with piles upon piles of conflicting testimonies and evidence, and she was more than relieved that the whole thing was finally done with. Nodding politely to the victorious councelor of the day with a small, lackluster smile, she made her way past the crowd of onlookers and out into the lobby. The air in there was beginning to feel a little thin, and with the trial finally drawn to a close, she still had a few things left to do before things could be truly finished. Dropping herself down rather unceremoniously onto a bench outside the courtroom, the brunette reached carefully into her briefcase to extract her laptop before setting the bag aside. The transcript from the stenotype machine in the other room she have ported into the system by now, she thought as the machine powered on and came to life. Drumming her fingers impatiently against the edge of her computer as she sifted through files in search of the newest transcript, she found herself wishing for at least the hundredth time that day that she could be anywhere else but here, waiting on a file to pop up so that she could spend the next few hours editing and filing it away in the court house's records. With a soft exhale as the transcript opened up, she checked the page count, lips pulling together in a scowl, and glanced up as the crowd began to filter out of the room she'd exited minutes earlier.<p>

Many of the people she observed leaving the building would be headed home for a celebration of their side's victory after this, and as they drank and hooted and hollered among themselves, she would be here, trapped in these four walls checking her terminology against a weighty stenographer's dictionary before submitting her work in full. Groaning softly under her breath as she looked back to the computer screen before her, she crossed one leg carefully over the other, rolling and stretching her shoulders, and dove right into the work, eyes skimming the page quickly in search of any typos or terminological errors. The work was simple enough for someone who had spent millennia settled down in front of a book recording each event that came to pass, no matter how small and insignificant or large and important, but that didn't make it any less boring. When she found her way through the portal and into this new world not riddled and destroyed by darkness and falling apart without the care and protection of herself and the other entities who had worked tirelessly to build up and maintain the world, she had made a promise to herself to not sit stagnant in this life as she always had in the past. She would never again give herself over to the monotony her life had been rooted in back home. And she of course knew that her life now was a far cry from dull or stagnant, but at the same time, no matter how qualified she was for this job after so long spent doing just this on a much larger scale, it didn't stop the workload from boring her practically to tears.<p>

At a certain point, signified by the aching of her eyes from staring at the computer screen for so long, she paused to flex her fingers, blinking and forcing herself to take a short break. Sighing and suppressing a yawn that would broadcast to anyone in eyesight the extent of her boredom, she checked her progress, glad to know that she only had another few pages left before her edits were completed, but just as she was preparing herself to return to and finish her work, she spotted someone across the lobby from her that struck a familiar chord. A familiar sad chord. Tilting her head gently to the side, the brunette watched the man for a moment, waiting for him to turn, and when she finally spotted his face full on, the memory clicked into place. Valentine's day. The speed date. The lawman who sat across from her agonizing over the engagement of the woman he loved to another man. Officer Bruce. Smiling softly, she glanced between the man across the room and her laptop for a moment before making a definitive decision and closing the laptop up. Dropping it into her bag again, she made a mental note to finish her work shortly and get the submission in before the courthouse closed for the night, but at least for now, she thought it might be nice to catch up. He had, after all, said something about seeing her around some time before she'd moved on to the next table at the event, and here he was, months later. If she didn't know any better from personal experience, she'd almost call it fate.<p>

Rolling her eyes toward the ceiling at the thought, she scoffed and climbed to her feet from the bench where she'd been perched, approaching casually and leaning around to get a good look at his face when she reached him. <b>"Well, if it isn't Officer Bruce,"</b> she murmured with a short laugh, brushing aside her hair where it had fallen in her face. <b>"Long time no see."</b> Grinning up at him, she tried to assess his mental state as casually as she could, wondering how things were going for the man on the relationship front. <b>"I've got to say, you looked like a lawman before, but I can see even more now. The courthouse backdrop really drives it home."</b> Forcing herself to stop joking, she met his eye and scoffed a little at her quickness to dive into a conversation with a man who may or not have remembered her. Holding out a hand, she re-introduced herself just to be safe. <b>"Kenna Seshat? We met earlier this year, on Valentine's... How have things been?"</b>



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The sun was beginning to fall from its place in the sky, slow and graceful in its passing, and the remaining light it cast over the water turned vibrant, colors reflecting brilliantly off the waves, and with a smile, she closed the notebook sitting open in her lap and settled it down on the bench next to her, anchoring it down with her leg to keep it from toppling over. Pulling up on the oar that lay at her feet, she glanced over her shoulders, peering across the water that surrounded her in search of the beach she'd set out from, only to notice another spot of shore directly behind her. It wasn't the way she knew she should go, but it wasn't like she couldn't afford a little bit of a late fee on the canoe, right? There was something about that beach...something that had her itching to keep exploring even as sunset carried on. Delving the tip of the oar into the water and pushing it through the chopping surface to gain momentum enough to get the canoe moving in the direction she wanted it to. She could only hope that the tide on her way back to shore would be weaker than it had been earlier that day Rolling her shoulders, she repeated the motion of cutting her oar through the water's surface, turning the canoe slowly around until she was facing the way she wanted to go. With a deep breath and another roll of her shoulders, she propelled forward, thinking back on the crash course they'd given her at the rental place earlier that morning before she set out. J strokes would help keep her headed straight if the current or the wind pushed her off course, and forward strokes would move her more quickly towards her destination. She only hoped in that moment that her luck would stick by her and she could keep the canoe from tipping until she got back to the beach.<p>

Pushing forward hard as the sun continued to set, darkening the pink and orange horizon more and more as the minutes dragged on, she could feel her muscles kick into overdrive, shaking as she dragged her oar across the cutting ripples with all the strength she had. It had been a long, hot day. Her arms were aching, her pulse racing, her hair clinging, damp, to her forehead and cheeks, her skin long since having begun to prickle and burn from the overexposure to the sun's rays, and despite the discomfort, she had enjoyed every second of her day at sea. It had cost her a whole day's worth of tips from her side job to afford the rental fee for the canoe in which she now sat, and thanks to Madame Endorra, she had no intention of letting her time go to waste. The sunburn may hurt like a bitch later on, but for now, she wore a small, contented smile. It wasn't until she'd left behind her old life and ended up with one of her own that she'd finally begun to see why humans clung so desperately to each moment as it struggled through their grasps and passed them by.<p>

It was because those very moments they fought to hold onto and life as a whole were, by definition, fleeting. There was a time stamp on each and every human life, just as there was on each second that ticked by, dooming it all to come to an end one day, and there was no hope of stopping it. Even as an immortal she could feel that sting of loss over an important moment--the breathless ache of a hearty laugh, the electric thrill that came with hearing a really good song for the first time, the sense of pride when she wrote something fictional and it came out all right, the way it had felt when she'd reunited with life and light... Losing her grasp on those moments was difficult, if a little painful, knowing that aside from her memory of them, they were gone forever, like they were just another quickly jotted line of someone's life in one of her books. But then,it made sense, her dire need to hold onto her experiences in this new world, didn't it? Centuries upon centuries spend in total monotony would make anyone crave change, crave freedom from tedium and uniformity.<p>

It had been a horrific transition for her, abandoning her post and leaving behind everything she'd ever known to trek across a separate plane in search of a portal to a different world, but the decision at the time had been a simple one to make. She was exhausted, bored of doing the same old thing over and over every day for so many years, and even the bitter taste of her resentment towards that monotony had grown stagnant. Everything in her life was so familiar and played out that it slowly began to wear away at her, and even her old tricks to distract herself or add to the routine were no longer working. The time for change had long since passed, and it made her more than a little stir crazy, made her do something drastic, even if it was only as a game to distract herself. Even if she knew with absolute certainly that it would never work--altering the corporeal world was just too far outside the reach of her abilities as the universe's glorified record keeper.<p>

Once she discovered that she could reach out from her perch and touch the minds of the humans a plane away, though--that she could force premonitions of the dark things that lay in their future, things got better, at least for a time. She and her twin began a little game--his a game of cat and mouse, though on a much larger scale, and hers simply a game of ruining his game before the souls on his list could fall prey to their destiny. It might have been sick and cruel by the standards of most, but for Fate and Death, it was entertainment--something to pass the time, to keep them busy, to test their limits. She was better, less irritable, less angry at her lot, less desperate for freedom from her quill and ink. But even this was doomed to end, like life and all its little moments. The darkness saw to that. And once she stopped being distracted, she stopped being okay, and the broken piece inside of her woke back up, especially when she finally returned home and realized the distortion and white noise falling over the TV screens in her head.<p>

Fleeing had been hard, losing everything she'd ever known, but at the same time, it was the easiest decision she'd ever made, because Death had gone before her, and without Death or even any of the others, none of it mattered. All that monotony was simply that without them there to make it mean something. Stepping through the portal between her own world and the one she now called home and finding the TVs that had been her life mostly silenced for the first time in her memory was strange, but also cathartic in a way, like a great weight was finally lifting away from her shoulders and she was finally free to be a person--her own person. And it was in that moment that she'd promised herself that for however long she was granted this opportunity, she was going to use it to its fullest. Every day would be as different as she could make it.<p>

The shoreline was fully in view now, only another few minutes and she'd hit the sand, and her cramped muscles pleaded for that release, pushing her forward harder against the current in a last-ditch effort to get there more quickly. As her canoe hit the sand, jostling her where she perched on the bench, she stood carefully on wobbling legs not yet adjusted to standing again and reached for her notebook, tucking it under her arm before jumping down into the damp sand. <b>"Whew! Made it,"</b> she exclaimed to herself, grabbing hold on the edge of the canoe with both hands and pulling it hard to drag it up onto the beach and out of the reach of the waves as the last of them washed up and died out on the sand. Pushing her still-damp hair away from her face, Kenna let out a long breath, Rubbing at her shoulder, until something caught her attention. It wasn't a sight or smell or even a sound so much as a feeling, and it was a strong one, rippling down her spine and making her hairs stand on end as if by static. Another entity? But it hadn't felt this way when she'd run into Phoebe or Vida. This was...this was different, somehow. She stood rigid in place, listening carefully to her surroundings for a long moment before finally pushing off of the canoe and turning to face whoever sat behind her, eyes wide and searching.



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<span>okay idek this just went in a totally different direction than planned i hope its okay owo outfit.</span>

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<b>"I see a recent heart break here."</b> Her voice was scarcely more than a murmur, quiet and distant, as she swept the tip of her finger over the small crease that broke across the life line of the girl sitting across the table from her. The small, sharp intake of breath from the other side of the table was confirmation enough that she was on the right track with her assumption. <i>"You can really see that much?"</i> the girl breathed, wonder and shock dripping from every syllable, and she glanced up through her lashes as she nodded in reply. <b>"I can,"</b> she responded easily, turning her gaze fully to the girls face again, the frantic whispers of the woman's friends a few feet away clearly audible and further spurring her towards a proper reading, if not a sizable tip. What she failed to explain to any of them was that the line on her palm hadn't told the fortune teller a damned thing about her life's story. The truth was that she was carrying her broken heart around with her on full display for the whole world to see if only they looked closely enough.<p>

It was all in the presentation, all in the silent, subtle tells that followed her around like a dark rain cloud. She was twenty-three years old, young and pretty with a whole life ahead of her to follow her dreams and find the happily ever after she seemed so hellbent to catch, but along with that simple, effortless beauty, she was shattering under the surface. Crumbling from the inside out. Her eyes were heavy and dulled, surrounded by dark circles that only came from a lack of sleep or a lot of tears--or both, as the case seemed to be--her hair was wild and untamed as it fell to frame her face, her clothes were unpressed and marred by wrinkles... They were all small enough details of her person, minor clues that made up the whole, so small even that they might seem unimportant to most people, but it was the stare of her friends who she brought along with her that called attention to her appearance. They stood off to one side of the table to watch, bunched together like any group of young girls could generally be seen, their nails freshly painted, makeup perfect and smooth, clothes fitted and recently ironed, heir tamed and styled. The differences were easy enough to stumble upon when one was looking for them.<p>

<b>"What's his name?"</b> she asked softly, a small, understanding smile curling her lips upward at the corners. Even faked sympathy and compassion was better than cool indifference--this was something that had learned through trial and error since she'd first started this little side business of fortune telling whenever travelling performers would make their way through the city. The human race was a complex one, for sure, but in nearly each human that walked the earth, there was at least a drop of selfishness and self absorption that drove them to share their troubles with others just in the hopes that someone would tell them that they understood and take their side on some level, even if in some cases that person that they chose as their confidant was a compete stranger. The other girl looked up to her with wide, bleary eyes, seemingly holding back an onslaught of emotion, and Kenna prayed that she wouldn't wind up hitting the girl's buttons hard enough to break free that emotion.<p>

She hated watching people cry. It was awkward and uncomfortable and tugged at the strings of the humanity that had been slowly taking root in her chest since she'd crossed over from the animated world. She wasn't the most compassionate of individuals generally speaking, having spent century after century taking note of each unspeakable tragedy and each terrible misfortune that fell upon the world and each of its inhabitants. It was difficult at the time to let herself feel any real concern or empathy for the people she wrote the histories of lest she feel too much and crumble under the pressure just as they were so prone to do. It was easier not to care, and so she hadn't for all those years. But now, with her growing humanity, she held less control over her own emotional responses than she used to and it was a knee-jerk reaction in that moment when the other girl sniffled and she squeezed her hand gently, reassuringly. Damn it. Please don't let her cry, she pleaded silently with whatever higher power might be listening.<p>

<i>"J-Jeremy. His name is Jeremy,"</i> the girl whispered brokenly, and Kenna nodded shortly, surveying the girl's expression quietly and feeling that tug of sympathy in her gut, making her clench her free hand into a fist. <i>"He's tall, and gorgeous, and reckless and totally impulsive."</i> Blinking, she tried to quell the heat rising in her chest. She was actually feeling angry on this complete stranger's behalf. Was angry at this Jeremy kid for hurting her, but she didn't know anything about them. Didn't know his reasons, if he had been a cheater or a liar or simply someone who had fallen out of love and didn't want to waste her time, didn't even know enough about the girl sitting across from her to know if it was somehow her fault, if she was clingy or crazy or desperate for marriage too soon. She had no idea, and yet still she felt angry on the stranger's behalf in that instant. It was completely irrational. She needed to finish this up quickly and get this girl out of here before she could elicit any other inappropriate emotions. <b>"All right...I don't generally do this, but I think I may have something that can help you."</b> The girl's widened eyes gave her the go-ahead, and she reached carefully under the table for the crystal ball she'd bought a week ago in a thrift shop across town. It had seemed like a good investment to add some more imagery to her side job, and it turned out that it was going to be worth it. <b>"Close your eyes,"</b> she commanded calmly as she set the crystal down in the middle of the table. <b>"And place your hands on the orb, and say his name again. Tell the spirits."</b> She struggled to hold back at eye roll at herself as the girl reached out and did as she asked.<p>

Leaning in close, she cupped her hands carefully around the base of the orb and stared into the blank space at its center, waiting a long moment before perking up as if she'd seen something. <b>"I can't be sure what it is that I'm seeing, but I do see misfortune coming Jeremy's way. An accident...simple, but costly."</b> She wasn't sure if she was just fishing at this point, but the fact she'd called him reckless made her wonder what trouble he could get himself into. The girl scoffed, drawing Kenna's attention from the crystal ball as she arched a brow. <i>"He's going to crash the Camaro. Of course he is. I always told him to drive more carefully. Hmph, his parents are going to kill him."</i> Her brow arched further at the sudden biting tone in the girl's voice, and she had to admit she was a little impressed she'd found her fire, even if it was only in that moment. <b>"That is all that I can see clearly for now,"</b> she murmured, pulling her hands back and quickly controlling her expression as the girl opened her eyes, looking smug now that she'd heard what she apparently had needed to hear: that his life was going to fall apart in some small way now, too. Well, she was only too happy to help...she guessed. <i>"Oh, thank you, Madame Endorra! You've been such a help today! I really needed this!"</i> Even at her own psychic name, she had to hold herself back from snorting. She'd gotten it from this dinky psychic name generator online, and it had seemed good enough at the time, but she hadn't thought about how hard it'd be to keep a straight face when people said it out loud. Madame Endorra the All-Knowing. Gold, sheer gold.<p>

The girl stood, reaching into her pocket, and retrieved a stack of cash that must have been twice her usual fee. Apparently gold wasn't giving it enough credit. This was platinum quality work right now. <b>"Of course. I am always here to offer aid. Please, take a card. Visit or call any time."</b> Handing over a cheesy looking business card with her information, her stage name, and a sketched drawing of an all-seeing eye, she smiled softly at the other girl, waving slowly as she and her friends left and headed down the street away from her. Sighing as she dropped back into her seat, she snorted shortly, shaking her head. This job was probably the one she liked most just for moments like this. There was always something interesting happening once she put on the headdress and took up the crazy name for the day. As she tucked her crystal ball back down beneath the table, a sort of head radiated along her skin, drawing her attention from what she was doing and forcing her to sit up straighter. She didn't know what it was that had caused that, but it had felt somehow...familiar. Clearing her throat, Kenna chose to ignore the sensation, blinking and searching the crowd on the sidewalk for her next prospective customer. When she spotted the girl with the color in her hair and the smile on her face, that same feeling returned, that familiarity, though she couldn't think why. She'd never seen this girl before, even in passing, she was convinced. She would have remembered the hair. <b>"Palm readings by Madame Endorra--you, there, miss! Come, come, have a seat!"</b> Waving in her direction and motioning for her to join her, she pushed aside the feeling that she somehow knew this woman, wondering why that nagging feeling refused to be put down.



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<center><div style="width: 300px; text-align: justify;">I pledge that this will be the last piece of nonfiction that I ever write.<p>

To some, it may sound like a simple, generic creation myth, but for me, it was simply life. The truest story I have ever known, and that sentiment means a lot coming from someone who knows every story that's ever been told, from silly fables and nursery rhymes told to children in their swaddling clothes to the goriest tales from the history books and everything in between. Regardless of the paths taken, the decisions made, the wars waged and the accidents stumbled through, I have always been there, a silent eye to watch over and record the workings and lives of the world and each one of its inhabitants from start to finish.<p>

The one thing that you have to remember through all of this, through all of the hardships and trials that may yet be to come, is that your name--your true name--is not Kenna Seshat. This is only the name that you chose for yourself when you found your way through the portal from your world when chaos erupted and there was no way left to stop it. Your true identity is Fate--the record keeper of the universe, tasked with writing down each event that comes to pass in the world, no matter how small or insignificant.<p>

If ever your memories should fail you, use this to jog them.<p>

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In the beginning, when the universe was new, there was only Light and Darkness, a pair of entities created together seemingly by happenstance to reign over the clean slate that was their home. It was their collective duty to oversee the changing of light to dark, to hold together the balance of their purposes--to keep one another in check, for one cannot exist or last without the existence of the other in equal measure. The 'twins' as they came to call each other were entirely alone in the universe with only each other as company, as comfort, until they were joined by a second pair of entities much like themselves, another set of twins: Life and Time. It was through Life that the world as it is known today was born, created--through her breath that plant life took root, that animals began to roam, that humanity rose up from the simplest of beginnings. It was her duty to create, mold, and animate the creatures, big and small, that would inhabit the world Light and Darkness had cared for for so many years, while it was in her brother Time that the schedule was found. Time, the most detail oriented of the small group so far, created the outline that would dictate the proper timing for everything, from day to night to the changing of the seasons, to the proper time for birth to take place, to the eventuality when natural disaster would strike. It was through Time that order was found, and for centuries, the four carried out their duties with little upset, though there was still something missing, as there had been before Time and Life arrived--something to bring life to an end when the time came, and something to collect and record the order of events as they occurred on Time's schedule.<p>

It was with this need that Death was born, and along with him, his twin, Fate. Death was meant to preside over the passing on of the souls of Life's creations, to pull those souls from their broken, useless bodies and to ferry them to their final resting place, Heaven or Hell, Elysium or Valhalla, purgatory for those of questionable morals and character. The list of final destinations and resting places was nearly as infinite as the types of people Death was tasked with ferrying from the physical plane. The last of the group, the youngest by whatever standard and measurement of age a group of immortal entities might use, was Fate. Fate's task alongside of the others was simply to witness and to record. She watched from their separate plane of existence, living in a sort of silent harmony with her twin, as Light and Darkness stood watch over the 'younger' beings, as Life breathed sentience into her numerous creations, as Time oversaw the order of each event that transpired, and as Death waited patiently until the time when a new name would be added to his list and the time would come to take another soul from the world, to take another of the living to the land of those without life. And through it all, Fate watched the world carry on through an infinite field of vision, always connected to humanity on the other plane, and wrote. Volume upon volume piled up, filling the area designated as hers, and as the years and decades and centuries dragged on, they all continued on in this way.<p>

It came on subtly and slowly, the exhaustion brought on by so many years spent doing the same thing with every millisecond allowed to her, and as Fate's boredom grew more and more difficult to resist, she found herself searching for some way, any way to alter her routine just enough to keep the weariness at bay. She took to observing the patterns of decisions made by the people she watched each day and the reasoning behind each of those decisions, keeping track of these observations with string, stretching it across the space around where she sat each day to work. It made for a cluttered living space and made little sense when her twin Death would stop in, but it kept the subtle cracking of her psyche at bay for a time, keeping her focused instead on learning the intentions and processes behind the decisions made by humanity, and after some time of careful study, she found she could occasionally predict what actions people would when faced with different circumstances.<p>


But the dark times came for Fate when even her game of tracking behavioral patterns became a part of a dried out, stale routine. When even the satisfaction of predicting a possible outcome and being correct could no longer sate her need for something new and different. When the desperation for a change nearly dragged her over the edge of her carefully constructed sanity time and time again. It was with the knowledge of an impending disaster in mind that her next plan for change was formulated. She knew that there was no possible way she had discovered in the past for her to interact with humanity on the plane opposite of her own, knew that her one purpose was to take note and to watch rather than act, but there was something about serving as a constant conduit for humanity, as a constant filter or humanity's brightest and darkest needs and desires that had changed something inside of the once withdrawn being. Some part of her had begun to feel the sting of hope, of boredom, of desperation, that she knew so little of aside from what she saw in the demeanor and expressions of the individuals on the television screens in her head, and that slowly began to whittle away at her indifference, to pull her swiftly down towards her own desperation for release from her routine. And so she practiced for days leading up to the accident Death had been planning for for some time--to the bridge collapse that would take the lives of many, and on the day of, she chose to finally make her move. It wasn't as if her plan was going to work, anyway...wasn't as if she would ever be able to interact with the world in any concrete way...<p>

But somehow, it had worked. The vision she'd been focusing on sharing with the man on one end of the rocking bridge found its way into his psyche, showing him everything that was to come in the next handful of moments, and somehow, he did not crumble at this new knowledge, but rather sprung into action, rescuing six people slated to die on that bridge that day before Death could cross their names off of his list. Fate felt a sick sort of satisfaction at this, at the discovered ability to implant premonitions and alter the course of what was to come, of the chance to finally do more than sit and watch, and her desperation changed in that moment to a cruel sort of high. She wasn't bothered in the slightest by the thought of death, by the knowledge that those escapees had been meant to perish on that bridge, but the thought that she might hold some sway over Death's ability to take away the souls on his list, on Time's schedule went straight to her head. Absolute power corrupts absolutely, after all.<p>

At first, Death was furious with her for what she'd done. It was plain to see even through the eyes of someone on such a high, and yet, even this left her unphased. If she could do this now, could implant a vision just in time to rally a man into saving the lives of himself and a handful of others, then who or what was to say that she couldn't do it again? That she couldn't test and push the boundaries of what she had been created to do to their limits? This was the first taste Fate had had of how it felt to truly touch the other plane, and she was not letting it go without a fight, even if that meant picking a fight with her twin and with all the others in turn. She couldn't go back to that same old routine, to the constant stream of life flowing through her, showing her all that she would never have or experience for herself, not now that she knew how it felt to touch humanity.<p>

Thankfully, her twin had come around eventually, accepting that she would not give up her new found freedom, and on some level, it became a game for the two of them, Fate pushing visions into the minds of humans to save them from whatever disaster was meant to befall them and Death struggling to keep up, creating more and more gruesome methods of erasing the names on his list to try and finish off one group of Fate's survivors in their proper order before she could start a new group. It went on like this for years between the youngest set of twins, eventually alienating them from the rest of the entities they'd 'grown up' with, but in their constant battle to learn who would be the winner of their little game, they hardly noticed Life's detestation for their antics or Time's rage over their disrespect for his schedule, and more and more, the twins found themselves leaving behind their sanctioned space in their own plane, opting instead to appear on the physical plane with all of their pawns to be closer to the goings on of their years-long tournament.<p>

But with their attentions so diverted from their own homes, Death and Fate hardly noticed the feeling of something more sinister even than their twisted diversions on its way. A blackness was spreading across the world, either taking or ruining each of the lives left in its inky wake. The darkness corrupted everything that it touched, very much different from Darkness, who Fate had known since the moment she'd blinked into existence, and it was only when she and her twin chose to return one day to their home after some time spent away that they realized what had gone wrong. Death's space was flooded with unjudged, uncounted souls who had been forced too early from the world, and there was no way that he could ferry them to their respective resting places in a timely manner, or at all in some cases with the large influx of death and destruction that had swept across the world--the world that was their's to monitor and protect should the need arise. And in her own absence, Fate had failed to realize the lessening of the televisions showing in her mind, but once at home with her books and string, she finally realized the gravity of the situation. The tvs were not working properly as they had for so many centuries, nearly all of them having flickered out of color and then off completely, and a panic rose up as she struggled to understand what was happening. It wasn't until it was too late that she realized Death had left her behind there, left his overflowing collection of souls, and had taken off to some unknown place.<p>

Devastated by the crashing down of everything she'd ever known and suddenly very much alone for the first time in her very long existence, Fate was at a complete loss for what to do. Death was not there to panic alongside her; Time and Life were not there to explain what was happening, to instruct her on what to do to fix things; Light and Darkness were not close enough to offer any comfort or understanding, and she was left broken and cripplingly alone with the screeching, crying souls and the white noise of her televisions.<p>

It wasn't long before Fate, too, fled, responsibilities be damned.<p>

This world--their world--was fast on its way to being lost, to being swallowed whole by the darkness, and so she chose for the first time to appear among the humans she had spent the last years observing and more recently tormenting as one of them so that she might learn of what their intentions were for survival, but not before first packing together the tomes where she had recorded the history of the world--her life's work. It didn't take long before word of the portal reached her ears, and without much preamble, the immortal being in charge of recording the destiny's of all those scattered, terrified humans around her, quit the metaphorical field of battle and joined the nearest group making their way for the portal and their supposed salvation. Perhaps things really would be better on the other side, perhaps then she could find the others, could learn what they knew of this darkness that had arisen and destroyed much of the world they had watched over for eons.




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NAME:<br>
<b>kenna</b> :: kenna is a norse name meaning to have knowledge or to know, which seemed pretty fitting in fate's case considering the slightly omniscient nature of her being. being able to witness the lives of every living creature play out and having to keep a record of it all definitely qualifies her for this name, i would think.<br>
<b>eleri</b> :: this one is a welsh name that means more than full or overflowing, which ties into the constant flow of information and humanity that streams through her constantly, chipping away at her slowly over time before finally leaving her fractured. in this, her mind is overflowing with the stories of the millions of life stories it is her job to record, constantly overrun by the 'infinite tv screens' in her head.<br>
<b>seshat</b> :: for this, i actually took a page out of stace's book and did a lot of research on deities from different mythologies. at first, i considered using delphi as a part of her name to reference the oracle of delphi as a nod to her ability to force premonitions on the person of her choice to help them elude death for a time, but in the end i chose seshat because she is the egyptian goddess of wisdom, knowledge, and writing and is often referred to as the record keeper n egyptian myth, which is just a perfect fit for fate.

<p>PLAYBY:<br>
<b>shelley hennig</b> :: honestly, i have had my eye on shelley for this character ever since i first saw her as the suggested face in sam's wanted ad the first time she posted it, and even as i've looked through other options for faces, she has been the one that has stuck the most in my head. she has a kind face at first glance, and seems innocent to the untrained eye, just like fate tries to seem most of the time, but she can also be fierce and wild when she needs to be, as she has proven with her role as malia on teen wolf. i also like that in a lot of her gifs, you can see a sort of underlying emptiness or brokenness, which will come in handy for fate.

<p>BIRTHDAY:<br>
<b>october 13th</b> :: because of friday the thirteenth, kenna feels that its the one day a year, when it comes about, when people are especially aware of their actions, and as a result, their fates. superstitions work on her side on this day not only because it makes for a simple day to record but because watching humans wander carefully down the street avoiding cracks in the sidewalk makes for great entertainment.

<p>OCCUPATION:<br>
<b>stenographer</b> :: sometimes, working as a court stenographer seems to hit a little too close to home for fate, but at the same time, it helps her remember where she comes from and who she was for so many centuries. besides, it isn't so hard to sit and take notes of everything that happens and is said in a court room after doing the same thing on a larger scale for your entire existence.<br>
<b>fortune teller</b> :: this really is just a side job she does for fun, honestly. whenever there's a carnival or something in the city, she signs up as an amateur fortune teller to 'wow' people with her ability to predict how their lives will go just based on what she learns of them in a short conversation. plus, its fun to mess with people sometimes...but only sometimes.<br>
<b>writer..?</b> :: honestly, this isn't a job as of now. she just knows that she'd like to be a writer, as long as the writing has nothing to do with real, actual peoples' lives. being able to write a story that hasn't actually happened for once would be like a dream.

<p>POWERS & ABILITIES:<br>
<b>immortality</b> :: like her fellow entities, fate is immortal, as a being from an entirely separate plane of existence from the living creatures she and her fellows preside over. And as an entity that technically has no corporeal form, she cannot be killed.<br>

<b>witness and record</b> :: fate's primary ability and duty is to write out the fate of each living being in existence, from birth when life creates them and they draw their first breath until death, and when the time came, to 'cut the string' so to speak and let her twin, death, take the soul of the deceased and ferry it to its final resting place. as she writes these histories of lives, she is constantly watching fate play out ahead of time on what she's come to call the 'tv screens in her head.' however, she has no actual control over the course of the lives she records--she is only a bystander watching as things unfold and writing the results.<br>

<b>implant premonitions</b> :: it was out of sheer boredom that fate discovered her ability to force visions into the minds of humans to warn of future events. tired of being nothing more than a voiceless spectator, she chose to experiment with her pull on the mind of a particular human who was slated to die along with countless others one day in the collapse of a bridge, and after a few minutes spent trying, she broke through to his psyche and planted a premonition of the tragedy. the man went on to save the lives of six people on the bridge that day and it was then that fate realized a way to really interact with the world instead of just watching life from the other side of an impenetrable wall.<br>

<b>sleepless</b> :: again, much like the others of her kind, fate does not need to sleep, and thanks to the constant flow of information she serves as a conduit for even in San Francisco, she is also unable to pretend to sleep, as much as she would like to be able to catch some shut eye every now and then.<br>

<b>intelligence</b> :: in part, this isn't exactly a power, but it does go hand in hand with her abilities. over years upon years spent watching the lives of each and every living creature in the world and writing their stories from start to finish, fate has become exceptional at spotting behavioral patterns in the people around her. It is not 100% guaranteed that she will be able to predict what decisions a person will make when faced with a particular situation or what events will transpire because of said decisions, but she does get it right more often than not.<br>

<b>random</b> :: honestly, i wasn't sure where to include this in the rest of the app, and this seemed like the best place, really, so here is a fun fact about fate: she is ambidextrous. after centuries spent writing, its easy enough to assume she would tire of using one hand and want to switch to the other. on this side of the portal, though, she chooses most often to actually write with her left hand, because it is more rare a dominant hand than the right and that makes her feel somewhat different.

<p>SPECIES:<br>
the embodiment of fate.

<p>THEIR WORLD:<br>
fate comes from the same world as sam's death, megan's darkness, stace's life, sammi's light, and myka's time: a world that very much resembles this one, only fate and her brother death live on a separate plane of existence from humans along with two pairs similar to them--light and darkness and life and time. in this world, fate and the others are the forces that preside over and govern much of life for any living beings in one way or another, be it through bringing or ending life, changing from light to dark with the passage of time, actually controlling that flow of time, or recording the fate of each living creature.
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