❝ It is not fancy hair, gold jewelry, or fine clothes that should make you beautiful. No, your beauty should come from within you - the beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit. This beauty will never disappear. ❞
Hestia is a woman who can come across as ethereal to some individuals. Perhaps comes across as even appearing aristocratic and noble due to her graceful bearings and gentle touch.
She most certainly comes across as surprising for those not prepared to have her stand taller than them. Standing at an impressive 6'2, her height is the usually first thing people notice about her. She feels a bit self-conscious with how she towers over most people. Hestia makes it a point to only wear flats or sandals when she's going out, not wishing to make anyone feel uncomfortable with her. Plus its just much more easy for her to go about the city.
After that they notice how soft and down-to-earth she can come across as with her sweet smile and sleepy dark green eyes. She's particularly proud of her vibrant red hair, with the addition of her high cheekbones and deep set eyes helping create a striking and curious look for the young woman.
She's rarely ever seen without wearing a certain necklace around her neck, due to it being the last gift she ever received from her mortal mother. It has strong sentimental value to her, nothing more, but she likes to think there's a bit of magic to it since it reminds her of her 'human roots.'
Perhaps due to her true heritage, she's fond of wearing earthy colours and modest comfortable clothing that guarantees to keep her warm. She's usually found in dresses and sweaters, blouses and scarves, low-heeled boots and flat sandals. Nothing flashy or ostentatious but rather something that will guarantee her comfort and mobility.
❝ Hestia, in the high dwellings of all, both deathless gods and men who walk on earth, you have gained an everlasting abode and highest honour: glorious is your portion and your right. For without you mortals hold no banquet where one does not duly pour sweet wine in offering to Hestia both first and last. ❞
Hestia does not have a clear narrative. Despite being an important goddess back in her day, her fires only being put out through the most sacred of rituals, she is now often forgotten compared to her brothers and sisters. Unlike her siblings and their children, Hestia was content with her standing and actively tried not to fight or quarrel with her family or with others. As a result you often do not hear her name often in the staggering epics and sprawling sagas the Greeks were known to create, preferring to stay out of the spotlight and focus her attentions on her duties as the goddess of home and state. What is know about her life is a fascinating one, giving glimpses of a woman both intriguing and mysterious.
Her story would begin with her birth. She was the first daughter and child to the then reigning Titans Cronus and Rhea. Before Rhea could properly enjoy the feeling of her firstborn in her arms, Cronus snatched the babe from the mother's arms and swallowed the child whole. He did it out of fear. He learned of a prophecy about how his reign would end when a child of his overthrew him and he did whatever he could to stop that form happening. Even if it meant swallowing Hestia and rest of her siblings.
Alas, the prophecy would turn become true despite Cronus' attempts to keep it from becoming realised. Tired of losing her children, Rhea tricked Cronus into swallowing a rock instead for their latest child - Zeus. He would later return to confront Cronus and he legendarily tricked the Titan into regurgitating his trapped siblings out.
Hestia, due to being the first of them to have been swallowed, was the last one to come out. She became both the oldest and the youngest with that one action. After the shock wore off and she realised what had happened, she quickly sided with her youngest brother and pledged her loyalty to Zeus' side in the war against the Titans. When she and her siblings decisively won the war after eleven gruelling years, she was content in settling into their home, Mount Olympus, and wished to no longer be involved in the politics or manoeuvrings of the time. It was there that she continued to grow in both grace and beauty.
It wasn't long before she caught the attentions of others due to said beauty. She soon found herself being courted by both the gods Poseidon and Apollo. Quite aggressively too. Instead of feeling flattered by the attentions of such great gods giving her notice, Hestia spurned both of their interests. She declared her intention of remaining a virgin for the rest of her life due to her desires to focus on her important duties of feeing and tending the fires of Mount Olympus.
Zeus respected Hestia's declaration, possibly because it averted a rivalry between the suitors from becoming a reality, and not only supported her wishes but decreed that Hestia's name should, from then on, be mentioned first in any prayer made by the populace and that she be the first to receive the first portion of any sacrifice. As a result of this she was honoured in all the temples of each of the gods and goddesses, her name said first on the lips of the worshippers as a sign of respect.
He also gave her the duties of maintaining Mount Olympus itself, tasking her with the impressive challenge of managing the vast estate while the rest of the pantheon left home to explore the world. She flourished in these responsibilities, making it a point to manage the spirits and the food to ensure there was always a warm welcome and a bountiful feast for a god or goddess when they returned home. Because of this, along with her nature, Hestia stayed at home and never strayed far from Mount Olympus. Unlike the other virgin goddesses, Artemis and Athena, Hestia had no desire to seek out adventure or glory. It was enough for to stay home and welcome back the others when they returned from their travels, taking pleasure in arranging the celebration of their returns because it made the others happy.
It was also because of this responsibility and her gentle nature that she opted to never side or participate in any wars or disputes that would occur during the time. She kept her head down and no attempts to side with anyone, only making herself known as a willing ear to listen should they need it. All the Olympian deities respected her for this, making her the most esteemed and cared for of the Olympian deities thanks to her kindness. Perhaps that explained why some of the gods came to her defence when Priapus, a lesser known god, tried to steal her away in hopes of ravishing her.
She was one of the first of the deities to fall victim to the slumber, simply closing her eyes one day on the pretext of simply 'resting [her] tired head' and never waking up again. No matter what the others attempted to do so she'll awaken from her slumber, she never did.
Hestia, she of hearth and home, was the first to fall.
❝ Lia- Please don't cry. I'm ready. Having you here with me is soothing. I'm so happy I got to raise you, got to see you grow up as the beautiful, kind woman I know you are. Do you wanna know a secret? The moment you were in my arms, I knew you were destined for something special... ❞
Born on October 31, Accalia Seeley was born to a couple who had long to have a child to call their own despite their difficulty in conceiving a child. After many attempts and a few failed conceptions, Accalia came to the world into the arms of her happy parents. Though they were older than they wanted to be when they finally became parents, both of them in their mid-forties by then, they were determined to give Accalia the world and then some.
Her father is Stephen Seeley, a surgeon who resides at Mount Sinai Hospital and is known to be one of the best surgeons to be found in New York. Her mother was Clotilde Seeley, a respected professor part of the Department of Classics for New York University. Living in Upper West Side, the couple were doting to their daughter and showered her with attention and praise and whatever else their little girl wanted at the time. It's short of a miracle she didn't grow up to be a spoiled brat from all the excess of fuss and gifts.
Instead she became dreamy and inquisitive. Too shy for her own good, perhaps, but she had a good heart and she cared for others if they could get past her shell. Plus when she took up an interest in something it stayed with her and has a strong impact on her life. Like how she discovered her love for Greek literature and mythology thanks to her mother's career on it. There was something about the stories striking a particular chord in her. Her mother encouraged her interests, reading aloud the mythology (family-friendly version) to Accalia every night when it was time to tuck the little girl to bed.
Her love for mythology and legends began her career in the arts. From doodles in kindergarten to sketches in high school to fine oil painting in college, Accalia's works were always heavily influenced by the works of Greek and Rome. She poured all her heart and soul into her works, her passion for life being put on paper or canvas when she found herself unable to properly translate her feelings to others in person. She had a great talent in the medium of painting, soon finding herself being commissioned to do covers and portraits for clients.
It didn't take long for someone to express an interest in helping her join an up-and-coming art exhibition in order to promote the young woman around the art scene. She gladly took it up and it looked like everything was smooth sailing or Accalia yet again.
Then Accalia's mother was diagnosed with lung cancer. She put up a good fight for a little while but when it spread to the rest of her body despite the treatments she endured, the family knew what was going to happen next. The most Accalia could now do was ensure her mother's final days were comfortable ones was staying by her side and tending to her needs - Especially during the days Clotilde would pitifully ask for Stephen's company when he couldn't make it home that night due to him working late into the evening, unable to bear seeing his beloved wife in those moments.
Clotilde Seeley passed away on the evening of the November 2nd. She lived just long enough to give her final gift to Accalia on the young woman's birthday. She died urging her to continue following her dreams. She even left all of her money and her possessions to her beloved daughter in hopes she'll use it to further herself.
But distraught and in mourning, Accalia's life seem to fall apart around her. She found herself unable to focus on her work despite the deadline for her up-and-coming exhibit looming over her and pulled out of the exhibition. Her relationship with her father also had become strained, feeling some resentment to the man for not being there when his wife needed him in her darkest hours. She avoided him after the funeral, ignoring his attempts to reach out to her and pulled further into herself. As a result she felt alone and isolated from the world. She didn't have a lot of friends and her despair had made it impossible for her to even enjoy her beloved pastime of reading or creating art.
Because she was unable to enjoy the things that were always reliable to her, she tried branching out to break the monotony of her grief and restlessness. She soon threw herself into volunteer services for a while and it worked. She found some measure of comfort in being of use to others in their time of need. It was through volunteering that she met someone else. Someone who took a strong interest in her despite her shyness and her quietness. Someone who did all they could to become her friend no matter how much she pulled away or tried to ignore them. Someone who did become her friend and helped her through those dark times after she admitted what she was going through. Though the relationship was nothing more than friendly, Accalia and her new friend became thick as thieves and they helped her through her grief and coaxed her to try and get back to her artwork.
She knows owes a debt to this person. More so since they, more or less, saved her life after she had passed out in her small flat on January 1st, midnight of New Year's Eve. What was once just a nagging headache that plagued her all day on December 31st became a sudden force of memories running through her as she remembers Mount Olympus, her brothers and her sisters, her duties to the hearth, and the fact she was Hestia, the goddess.
She would wake up hours later in a hospital, dazed and confused with her head hurting from falling to the ground and hitting her head. Her thoughts were scattered and she was almost feverish from the shock but one thing was clear - She was somehow both Accalia Seeley, only daughter of Stephen and Clotilde Seeley, and Hestia, the oldest and youngest daughter of Cronus and Rhea.
Naturally she tried to pull away from this. She thought she had too much to drink that night since it was New Year's Eve, that factor compounded thanks to the stress of losing her mother and her reading too many books again to pass her quiet life. But the other memories she had - of being a a Greek scholar, an English settler, Victorian noble, an African ambassador - were much harder to explain. Especially when she looked up details about them on the internet or in the archives of libraries, finding out the information she had gathered from those memories(?) turned out to be accurate.
Was something wrong with her? Was the stress of the past year finally getting to her? Was her mind trying to help her cope with everything that's happened by trying to give her a escape through delusions and fantasies. Accalia kept these strange memories to herself. She tried to bury herself in painting and writing and by slowly mending her relationship with her father so maybe she can have semblance of a family again.
Only one evening, when she was volunteering for a night shift at a shelter for homeless women, she came across a poor woman shivering in one of the cots. She was very sick with her skin clammy to the touch and slick with sweat. There wasn't much Accalia could do but alert the staff and hope the doctor could arrive in time to help. Accalia kept her head on the woman's forehead in a gesture of comfort and her stomach suddenly twisted at the sudden realisation that she had been through this before. She cursed herself at the time, wishing she could do something for once and not just sit there and let everything happen to her. If only she could do something, if only she can help this person, if only--
Then Accalia - no, Hestia - felt a surge of power run through her entire body and rushing forward like a wave crashing over her. It caused a shiver to run up her back and down her arm and into her hand that rested against the feverish forehead of the poor woman. The woman's eyes shot open in shock as the warm wave washed over her. She looked up at Hestia with wide confused eyes before a look of contentment and comfort glazed over her tired face and she finally fell into a deep, blissful sleep.
She didn't get rid of the illness, no, for her powers were still too weak for that and she knew it'll be a while before she was at full strength, but she gave a sense of comfort and security to the poor thing. She felt like, after many months of feeling useless, that she had done something to help someone.
After she made sure the doctor was doing the best they could to help their patient, Hestia slipped outside of the shelter and into the coolness of the night. Hestia couldn't help but realise how warm the shelter had been when the heater wouldn't be repaired until next week. It was real. All of it.
It made sense for her to decide that it was time to start looking for her family.
THROUGH BLOOD AND BONE
Her current mortal parents are Victor Seeley and Clotilde Seeley. Stephen is a surgeon who resides at Mount Sinai Hospital. Clotilde Seeley was a respected professor at New York University (NYU) and she taught in the Department. Clotilde passed away due to aggressive lung cancer last year of November.
AN ARTISTIC TOUCH
Accalia attended Chapin School in her youth and then New York Academy of Art for college. She has a Master of Fine Arts in painting and was supposed to be part of a big exhibition to showcase fresh talent but dropped due to her mother's passing. The drop was all the buzz among the wealthy elite and in the art circles due to the suddenness and the reason.
At the moment, Hestia is unsure of where she stands in regards of how she and the other Olympians should approach their new situation. With the return of their powers and memories, it is tempting to try and be holy once more and yet... So much of the earth and society has changed and she knows she isn't the Hestia she once was. Should they truly try to force things to be what they once were? Or should she try to ask for compromise and negotiation from her family to meet on even grounds with the rest of the world?
THE LOYAL ONE
One thing for certain is that Hestia is determined to look for the other Olympians and deities, hoping they're alright. She does this by first searching through New York since this is her grounds, after all, and by keeping an eye on social media and the internet to see if anything catches her attention. At the moment she and Hades have found one another in New York.
SOME THINGS NEVER CHANGE
Hestia is still a virgin. Her teenage years were an awkward one due to her shooting up in height and being teased for that. In the Academy she was too focused on her painting and, later, looking after her mother to really date. She's had a few crushes but they never amounted to anything truly serious.
ITS THE LITTLE DETAILS
Hestia's art style and method is similar to that of An He, John William Waterhouse, and Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema due to her use of vibrant colours and details, preference of using female subjects, and referring mythological or historical subjects and stories.
ACCALIA VICTORIA SEELEY.
CHIEF OF THE GODDESSES.
THE VIRGIN GODDESS.
THE FORGOTTEN GODDESS.
THE OLDEST AND THE YOUNGEST.
FIRST AND LAST.
GODDESS OF THE HEARTH, HOME, DOMESTICITY, FAMILY, AND THE STATE.
BISEXUAL, LOW SEX DRIVE. DEMIROMANTIC.
NEW YORK CITY, UPPER WEST SIDE.
CRONUS AND RHEA; PARENTS.
HADES, POSEIDON, ZEUS; BROTHERS.
DEMETER, HERA; SISTERS.
A LOT OF NIECES AND NEPHEWS.