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But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes on you; and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth." - Acts 1:8
Selma Dalton is a Priest of the Lancea Sanctum, and recent arrival to the City of Atlanta. All below represents OOC information.
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I was once lost...
Life was simpler then. It was filled with the light of the lord within us; with the scent on the air that you could only find in Appalachia. It was the year 1860 when I was born with a loud cry out into the world. Damning it subtly for bringing me to this prison of man. I was born to a large brood into a shack. Upon earth that didn't produce worth a damn. We grew up god 'fearin' folk, let me tell you. We read the bible eve'ry night 'fore bed. Our prayers were said. And we always went to mass. Mom sometimes with another babe upon her knee and a fan in her hand.
Father though, was a coward. He'd never allow the holy spirit into his body, because he was afraid. He acted well enough, controlling even. But it was just like the tin above our heads. Fake and full of holes. Holes one could see through and when I was old 'nough I did.
It was I, above all of my brothers and sisters who understood and fully let the Holy Spirit into my life; I read everything that I could come up with. There was school for us then, and I learned readin' and 'rythmatic. I would learn more in time I understood deep within that should I learn more of what they taught; I'd be able to understand more of the word of the Lord. He had a plan, I knew - but I could not quite see it yet.
It was my oldest brother who died from consumption first. The Lord took him home, and I first knew sin. By the time I was 20, the town had 'modernized' they stole my papa's land. Said they found some important mineral beneath our feet and took it. Father let it happen, he didn't know any better and was took in by their lies. Swindlers. The preachers though, they brought the fire and the brimstone to their sermons and inspiring me to do the Lord's Work with them.
I was 23 when I began to sermonize to the group of ladies who stayed after to talk about the service. The Pastor turned a blind eye to that and he allowed me to begin to handle the snakes. The scripture of Mark says that anything could happen to you and you would overcome it for the grace of the Lord was in us all. And he began to train me in such things. Honing my own sermonizing. Honing my abilities with Snakes.
I did not know that at the time that I had become a cog in the Great Plan by the Lord. That I would join the Legion of Longinus in time.
...but now am found
It was a few more years before that and I was damned to an eternity and I rejoiced! It was a consecration. Warm summer soil and the small chapel was our place. Instruction by my sire was long and arduous. My education was lacking he said, and he made sure that I caught up to his satisfaction. Finally, I took on a congregation of my own under my sire's instruction. Putting the fear of God back in them with the work of the followers of the Centurion.
I took what I needed and giving what they needed. They would donate money to the church - and I would simply take a bit off of it. It was sin - and I confessed to my sire who at once smiled and made me confess that sin loudly before smacking me about.
There is power in the blood, and I did not hide from the beast within. Give me the Blood. There was no need for transubstantiation this was the Blood! God's Plan is a little bit more known to us. And I reveled in it. I rejoiced for I am damned! I rejoiced for I was part of the Plan! I rejoiced because I could bring the world the justice and watch over the prison that is this hell. One that I could not believe I was part of, and hated that I was even when I was born. I could bring the word of the Dark Prophet to the masses and to those for all eternity.
I took up the study of Ritual ten years after. It was truth after all, and I was granted just a spec of the power granted to us by Longinus' blasphemy and rebirth. Honing and actualizing the hunt, and building a congregation and a heard all of my own.
It was the mid-1940's when I was allowed to move on. And I did not leave for some time. I grew as was the grace of the Dark Prophet wished, and the Bishops and Archbishops recognized this. I sinned, I took. It was mine after all and so I took it. But I knew it was sin. And I brought the word to Kindred and the word of God to the kine alike.
It was only recently that I heard word from the local Bishop that the glistening jewel of the South was in need of guidance. And I volunteered to go. Energy needs to be brought there. Energy and the word of the Dark Prophet, and I know with conviction that there are needs to be sinners. Needs to be ones who have strayed from the path or do not understand what the path brings.
Salvation.
Perhaps this work will be recognized. Perhaps.
Description & Trivia
Outside of the Pulpit
Selma speaks with a rich noticeable Southern Appalachian Twang though she usually speaks in a soft, mild-mannered voice. A voice that assumes nothing and seems rather gentle. There is an eeriness though also a calmness and serenity surrounds the woman like a shroud. Golden blond hair, surround the woman's heart-shaped face a slight curl to the strands and falls about her shoulders. Blue eyes watch her surroundings but seem genuinely interested in the situation at hand. Though mostly, the mild-nature of her eyes puts most people at ease. Her rosary, either about her hand or about her neck is usually there. Her movements are calm, calculated and unwasted. Not wishing to make a sudden movement to alert those she speaks with. Usually, she is dressed simply, allowing for freedom of movement.
Inside of the Pulpit
Selma is a completely different animal all together. Should a Daeva wonder why she was embraced into their Clan, this would tell them why. Selma's movements are predatory about the Dias. Her blue eyes glow with a lambent flame, burning with passion for the word. They pierce and borrow in to the souls of her congregation something that shows the conviction that she holds for the word. Her whole change in demeanor is as the spirit takes hold of her and possesses her. Her voice oscillates between the calming softness and a loud growl, in proclamation. She owns the dias and this goes without question.
The Philosophy
Mother Selma, could be said that her style reflects closely to that of Father Tollison, founder of the Tollison Creed, though she herself says that she predates the founding of this creed by a little while. Perhaps, this is somewhat obvious, however, given the obvious southern roots of the Daeva. Despite this, she is very well versed in the Testament and it's five books, as well as treatises written by the faithful. Anyone could feel the spirit of the Dark Prophet within you. And with his blessing, as it says in Mark, the faithful could overcome anything. In the end, "we are all tryin' to fulfill God's plan."
Interesting Moments
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Outside Resources
Bible Gateway Please Choose King James Version.