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Player Information
» Name: Pixie
» Date of Birth: 12/12/1955
» Journal: tatterpixie on Dreamwidth
» Contact: tatterpixie @ gmail; AIM pixief00l (that's an L on the end)

Deity Information
» Pantheon: Celtic/Arthurian
» Deity: Oberon
» Reference: Condensed version; more info here and here
» Divine Family: {mother & father} mother Queen Mab, though in some sources his father is Julius Caesar and his mother is Morgan LeFay or some other unnamed fae; {spouse} Titania; {siblings} none; {children} none, though some sources name Puck as his and Titania's child
» Mythology: Best known from Shakespeare's comedy A Midsummer Night's Dream, Oberon is the King of the Fae, co-ruler with his wife Titania. He reigns over the Seelie Court, the light, pretty, "good" side of Faerie (which is to say the side with the best PR). Depicted in the medieval poem Huon of Bordeaux as a dwarf with a beautiful face, Oberon came to rule the Fae when his mother Queen Mab stepped down. He immediately set forth a policy of non-interference with the mortal world, which led to mortals forgetting the Old Ways and relegating the Fae to stories and legend. This set Mum's temper off and caused her to try to take the throne back. He refused and kicked her out of his court, banishing her to the shadows.

Oberon had a contentious relationship with Titania; he loved her, but was at the same time consistently unfaithful to her, sleeping with whatever pretty thing caught his fancy, and insanely jealous of any attention she showed anyone else. This jealousy came to a head during the incident made famous in Shakespeare's play, when Titania took in a mortal child to raise. Oberon was jealous of the attention she paid to the child and wanted him as a future minion, Titania was having none of it, they fought, and he pulled some of the most epic magical prankery ever perpetrated on both mortal and Fae alike, with the help of Puck. He did eventually feel bad and put things to right, but not before having a good laugh over it. Jerk.

Character Information
» Played By: Vinnie Woolston
» Journal:

rik_himself
» Current Name: Ric Goodman
» Birthdate: 11/23/1986
» Height: 6'2"
» Distinguishing Marks: A collection of black-line tribal tattoos littering his body; intensely blue eyes
» Family: {mother & father} Lisa and Kevin Goodman; {marital status/spouse} single; {siblings} six brothers and sisters; {children} none that he knows of; {pets} none
» Occupation: Actor
» Currently Residing In: Los Angeles
» Ability: Active: Oberon can concoct magical tinctures from flowers and plants to make people do anything from fall in love with the first person they see to giving them pleasant, forgetful dreams, and of course undo the effects of any spell he's cast. He can also mildly affect the weather, mostly summoning fog and small localized storms. He raises storms unconsciously when he becomes angry.
Subconscious: An utterly charming bastard, Oberon can put on whatever convincing act is needed in any given situation to get what -- or who -- he wants. It's not quite true faerie glamour, but near enough.
Passive: He is somewhat clairvoyant, in the form of getting basic impressions and gut feelings about people, places and situations.

UPDATED ABILITIES: Oberon can now summon storms at will, rather than just when he's angry. The downside is his iron aversion increases to nearly a full-blown allergy level.

» History: This is Oberon's first incarnation.

Originally from San Jose, CA, Ric was born smack in the middle of an army of kids, fighting for attention with six siblings. It was a huge, rowdy, out of control working class family. As he grew, he became the Problem Child. He was entirely too clever for his own good, especially in school; he was smart enough not to fail (barely), but lazy, unmotivated, and easily distracted, with a tendency to disrupt class with an inappropriate remark. Outside of school, he fell in with the local street kids and became the ringleader, running amok and raising hell.

It was during the latter part of this time, as a freshman in high school, that Ric smoked his first joint. And REALLY REALLY liked it. This altered reality was so much better than the real reality! Drugs became a regular part of the daily routine; he developed a particular fondness for mushrooms. Shrooms gave him the best hallucinations, so intense they almost felt real.

Then one day when he was 17 he managed to get hold of some acid. What followed was a 12-hour braindump as his head cracked open and memories flooded out all at once of his past life as Oberon. His powers manifested at the same time; the South Bay and San Jose, a place where storms are rare, had never seen a thunderstorm that wild. His friends found him on the roof of the high school, shirtless and soaked to the skin, screaming "I AM THE FAERIE KING!" They chalked it up to the drugs and a fluke of the weather, but he knew better. He decided to keep his new-found knowledge close to his vest and practiced his powers in secret (mostly).

At 20, he left the Bay Area and headed south to Los Angeles. It didn't take him long to settle in -- he took to the L.A. lifestyle as if he'd been born to it. He started hitting open mic nights at comedy clubs on a lark and was pleasantly surprised at the positive response. With his charm and looks, it wasn't long before he was scouted for acting jobs. He scored a few bit parts in TV shows and a couple of commercials, and over the next few years got an agent and a steady stream of roles in TV and film.

Despite his line of work, Oberon has still managed to keep a low profile, following the news of the other godlings and waiting for the right moment to play his hand. He just can't wait to be king again.

» Personality:
The single best word to describe Oberon is "incorrigible." A charming, blue-eyed reprobate with a winning smile and a smooth manner, he's unrepentant, irredeemable, and allergic to your silly human rules unless they either work in his favor or amuse him to obey. Combine his talents for sweet-talking his way into (or out of) just about any situation with his tall, rangy, dark good looks, and you've got the recipe for a natural-born actor.

He uses the attributes that have made him successful as a professional pretender to get away with as much as he can in his day-to-day interpersonal interactions. He is lazy in the conservation-of-energy way; he puts more effort into trying to get someone to do something for him than if he just did it himself. This reflects in the fact that he's not more successful than he is, or rather not as successful as he could be. He'd rather just rest on his laurels and live off the royalty checks from previous gigs while waiting for other gigs to roll in. What, LOOK for gigs? That's what his agent is for. He's a firm believer in the power of minions.

Oberon is a social creature who enjoys going out with others, playing to an audience, hell, just BEING with other people. He fairly demands to be the center of attention -- he holds court over whatever crowd he's with like a benevolent ruler. Unashamedly manipulative, everything he does is calculated for optimum effect. And while he may seem impulsive, he is most certainly not rash, except when he loses his temper. All bets are off when he's pissed. If you're lucky, all you'll get is a tantrum. If you're unlucky, be prepared for some sort of creative revenge to be meted out on you. You'll never know til it hits, either. He's extremely unpredictable; he can be maddeningly patient about some things and just as maddeningly IMpatient about others, and it's impossible to anticipate which he'll be in any given situation.

He's not entirely a bad person, nor is he completely amoral when it comes to his interpersonal relationships. He's just accustomed to getting his way. His previous non-interference policy has seemingly been tossed right out the window; he views his friends and acquaintances almost as possessions, and he's not above meddling in their lives to keep them happy and close. He genuinely feels bad when his meddlings don't go as he envisioned they would and will throw himself into making amends and sorting everything out so that everyone wins. A magnanimous soul, he thinks nothing of handing out boons like candy to whomever pleases him at the moment. These boons can be tickets to shows, fancy dinners, or something as simple as flowers. Sometimes they're secretly magic.

Oberon likes his pleasures small and large, preferably large. He smokes, he drinks, he does whatever illicit substances are being passed around the room (within reason, he has his preferences), he is an impossible flirt. Most disconcerting, though, is how detached a hedonist he is; he loves pleasure but feels little true passion for anything. It's all a game to him, and as soon as it stops being entertaining, he loses interest.

His relationship with Titania was... complicated, let's say. Like Liz Taylor/Richard Burton complicated, except without all the substance abuse. Their biggest problem was they were too much alike, and neither one was willing or able to see it. When they got along, it was amazing; when they didn't, it was spectacularly bad. He still loves her, though, and always will.

» Other Notes:
While Oberon is not outright allergic to iron, he avoids direct contact with cold iron and steel as much as possible. He wears gloves when he drives his car (which is a convertible). Food containing lots of iron will make him slightly queasy and headachy. No steak at fancy restaurants for him.

He's been in a couple soap operas, a few movies and made-for-TV films, and even a commercial or two. And if that wasn't enough, he plays guitar, and he has a good singing voice too, a crooner's dark tenor.

Straight as can be, he's a complete tomcat and will pretty much pursue any woman who catches his eye.

» Sample Journal:
Sometimes I think about Titania. Sometimes I want to put my face through a wall, too, but that's beside the point. Or maybe it is the point. How could one woman be so fantastic and yet drive me so fucking crazy? It's like she knew all my buttons and got a kick out of pushing them all the time. Like she deliberately did things that she knew would piss me off. True, I did things that pissed her off too, but that was usually because she started it. Usually.

I'll never get over her.

Not that it matters, the odds of my running into her now are a million to one, right? Haha, joke's on me.

» Sample Log:
Ric reached into his pocket to retrieve his phone and immediately saw the message light on. "Don't go anywhere," he winked at the cute little blonde number at the bar as he stood. It was too noisy in the club to hear, so he made his way to the exit and stepped outside. Tapping the screen, he put the phone to his ear and lit a cigarette as the message played, and a self-satisfied smirk crossed his face.

He tapped in a phone number. "Hey, Sophia, it's Ric. Yeah, I got your message, sorry I missed your call. ...Uh huh... I knew they would! You gotta have more faith in me. ...Yeah, okay... yeah, tomorrow's good. How about two? That Thai place on Cahuenga. See you there. Later."

The smirk turned into a grin as he ended the call and pocketed his phone. He inhaled from his cig and watched the smoke drift up into the night air. Of course he got the part. There was never any doubt in his mind; he had seen himself in that role. And the Faerie King always got what he wanted, one way or another.

He stubbed out his cigarette and headed back into the club. He made a mental note to buy flowers for Sophia tomorrow -- she was the hardest-working agent in Hollywood and she deserved a reward. Meanwhile, he had a cute little blonde number to attend to.

NAVIGATION