I'm in love with the creepy Dark Tapestry oracle mystery, but I don't know how to role-play it. Advice?
Any way you want. Classes don't come with built-in personalities.
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In the depths of the night, your party hears an odd and eerie chanting coming from your sleeping bag. Normally, in the inns, there are mumblings, but nothing that was ever this loud. The chanting, despite whether it's voluntary or if you're even aware of it, grows louder and louder until it can finally be understood to the rest of the party.
"Ground control to Major Tom
Ground control to Major Tom..."
Well, your power comes from the great beyond, the elder ones, and not from the silly gods of the scurrying ants around you. It can give someone a bit of a superiority complex! Also, you receive your power from creatures that have nothing even passingly close to an understanding of the mortals of this world, so you'd probably be at least a bit mad. Laughing at things that aren't jokes, occasionally forgetting basic facts like how to eat a chicken leg or why there are dogs.
So... disdain for everything around you, mutterings that the world will end with the coming of the true lords of the outer beyonds, and mad ramblings about how trees would be better if they were more like chickens (while describing a shoe, instead of a chicken). And laughing at inopportune times!
You could also play it as a harmless stereotypical paranoid schizophrenic who hears voices (real), thinks people are out to get him (some, but not as many as he thinks), and has some odd habits/focuses like skipping on every 47th step and always eating plums with his left hand while apologizing profusely.
Speech example: Well, i hereby declare my person afflicted with powers not within control.
This is my haunted tapestry oracle who has a thing with words and is an asylum escapee. Going crazier as revelations will progress. My idea was since she heard alien voices and people thinking her crazy, she was sent to an asylum for most of her childhood and teens, going crazy while there. Which lends as a good vessel for the madness of the tapestry, and it's fun to rp.
A nice power to start with is Gift of Madness, it causes confusion. "Share the madness in your head."
Mine's insane. Manic/Depressive, mostly.
His dead wife is pretty level-headed though.
She tries to keep him out of trouble.
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I'm not crazy, my DM had me tested!
Seriously though:
This mystery can represent a devotion to one ideal, prayers to deities that support the concept, or a natural calling to champion a cause.
So the question to you is this: what cause are you the champion of? What dark and twisted voices echo through your mind, giving you strange shadow/void/madness/shapeshifting powers? What do they tell you to do? You could even guess at why, but good frickin' luck with that one.
"I didn't choose to be this way! I don't worship them! But they're too big to care about that, they chose me! Now I have these horrible, horrible powers!"
Praise Lord Helix!
I haven't played mine yet, but the back story has him being chosen by the great beyond to receive power like it or not. His alignment is chaotic but his existence is an often losing struggle against his inner nature.
You're a person who's somehow been given powers by the terrible Lovecraftian beings of the Dark Tapestry. How and why? That's up to you. It could be almost anything.
The source/nature of the powers could also be reflavored, if desired.
One other thing I did with my character that was totally to add flavor to the concept was to take Eldritch Heritage (Aberrant). It adds to the flavor of slowly losing your natural form over time, at least to me it does.
^ I did the same regarding the aberrant eldritch heritage, as well as cross-classing into vivisectionist/mindchemist. However, my Dark Tapestry Oracle? His name is "J'aal Behcarazah". I've designed him to be so Lovecraftian the only way he could be crazier is if my tabletop circle hadn't banned the Synthesist Summoner. He's so crazy, he's perfectly sane. He has no tics, no odd habits, not even so much as talking in his sleep.