Due to absence from Week 8 (Tempest Trials), tag number moved from 20 to 23. (Week 8 of 8)
Celestial Sigbin
Season Arc · The Tempest Trials @ River Bottoms
3Every recorded result adds another step to this tag's season story.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleThe Sigbin, once a terrestrial creature of Filipino legend, was touched by the Thunderbird's lightning during a great storm, ascending to become a celestial guardian. This transformation imbued it with the ability to traverse both the physical and astral planes, making it an ideal guide for the Celestial Voyagers.
The Celestial Sigbin possesses the ability to become invisible at will and move backward through time and space. It can absorb and channel the Thunderbird's electric energy, using it to illuminate hidden pathways in the night sky. Its presence creates auroral patterns in the air, serving as navigation signs for those attuned to celestial energies.
Acts as a cosmic pathfinder for the Celestial Voyagers, using its unique abilities to reveal hidden celestial routes and decode astronomical phenomena. Serves as a bridge between ancient terrestrial wisdom and cosmic knowledge.
Season Story
narrated by FlippyDue to absence from Week 7 (Radiant Ruins), tag number moved from 19 to 20. (Week 7 of 8)
Due to absence from Week 6 (Fractal Falls), tag number moved from 19 to 19. (Week 6 of 8)
Due to absence from Week 5 (Prismatic Prairie), tag number moved from 16 to 19. (Week 5 of 8)
When <strong>Blake Mendenhall</strong> (PDGA #154852, aka "The Man Who Throws Like a Thunderbird Sneezes") stepped onto the course, <em>Celestial Sigbin</em> immediately recognized its chosen one. The tag, drawn to Blake's uncanny ability to walk backwards into trees and still birdie, declared him its bearer. "He’s got the cosmic chaos I crave," it whispered, leaving aurora trails in his bag. But can Blake handle the pressure of being <em>Sigbin</em>'s backwards-walking prophet? Or will he just trip over his own destiny?
record scratch freeze frame Yup, that's me. You're probably wondering how a Filipino cryptid ended up as a cosmic disc golf spirit guide. Blame it on the Thunderbird's wild bender during the Blood Moon of '69. One zap later, I'm like, "Beam me up, Scotty!" Now I'm stuck babysitting these Celestial Voyagers on their "journey of enlightenment." Rad. 🙄✨🌌