I'm Ori. Oracle Fraser, for long, but unless you're my mother (in which case, what are you doing reading this? Why don't you ever write?) or a psychic who somehow hasn't figured out that I really answer much better to Ori, you call me Ori. I'm eighteen years old, and I live in my realm in Divinityland- heaven for all of those who are reading this with a slightly confused look on their face.
I'm a goddess. Not a capital G Goddess, but a minor one. I'm goddess of spoons and baked goods- which really ranges pretty far- and I'm hoping that's all I'll be. I don't like the power, but I do make kickass cookies. I've got my own little cottage-and-woods realm in Divinityland, and it answers to my will. Don't make a mistake and try and come after me there. Although why anyone would want to, I don't know. I'm not important enough or anything to get enemies.
I do have a bunch of alternate universe mes, though- wannabeadeeva is eighteen years old and works at an icecream store and has developed a far snarkier sense of humour, totallylikeori refuses to hurt anyone, and thingsexplode is evil and likes exploding things and people for fun and profit. chloetude writes me, but I pretend I don't know that.