Baron Robert Von Sharpclaw:
An Abyssinian armed with a keen business sense, Robert immigrated to Equestria to start a department store chain across major cities. He was shrewd but fair, rewarding those that are willing to roll up their sleeves, up towards his untimely death.
However, a few days after he settled into Elysium, The Judge noted Robert’s attention to detail, and granted a fraction of his power to assist him in court. Robert has a neutral stance on creatures, willing to highlight the rights and wrongs of anyone. But, he is very keen on creatures that are intelligent, creative, or industrious.
Goldspire:
Even as a dragon, he was more secluded than others. He was very protective of his horde of riches until his elder years, where his health rapidly deteriorated. It was then that he reached a epiphany on how he had so much wealth, but nothing to use it on and no heirs to inherit it. Thus, he made it his goal to give as much of it away to the needy as possible. He delighted in the sacrifices made to help creatures smaller than him, so much so that he exponentially shrank in size before his death.
He barely managed to gain entrance to Elysium, but the Judge offered him a position as oracle on the spot to commemorate his overwhelming charity, hoping that Goldspire would delight in highlighting the charitable deeds of other creatures. Goldspire agreed and found his position of holding the sacrificial acts of others in high regard very rewarding. Although, deeds like that are a little fewer and farther between nowadays.
Pixie Stick:
Not every oracle is seen as good and kind. Pixie Stick is one of the few oracles that focus on the sins of others. When she was alive, this sugar-addicted earth pony loved to make other ponies squirm, holding embarrassing secrets and blackmailing others to give her what she wants to stay quiet (if she’s in a good mood). Throughout her adult life, she was used to the idea of having ponies in her hooves to play with all the way to the end.
The Judge sentenced her to a life in Tartarus, but she quickly adapted to the environment, much to the Judge’s dismay. Criminals, thugs, and other ne’er-do-wells were kissing her hooves, praying that she wouldn’t rat out their black market ring of Elysium-made items. To gain the Judge’s favor, she told him anyway, and those that were involved were cast deeper to the more dangerous parts of Tartarus. Then, the Judge reluctantly offered her a position as oracle to root out the more sinful parts of a creature that enters his courtroom. She took the job, and has been getting her jollies in watching sinners squirm as she lists what they’ve done.