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Posted: Mon, 12/06/2023 23:51 (10 Months ago)
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Posted: Mon, 23/10/2023 01:33 (6 Months ago)
Theme - Night Waves
Rosemary Lucero
[ Lore ]
✧ Introduction
Growing up as an islander, in the small coastal town of Dewford, Roe developed a profound love for nature from an early age. Due to the lack of friends her age, she spent most of her childhood exploring the nearby forests, caves, and beaches, fostering a deep connection with the environment. Her horizons expanded further once her father - a sailor and fisherman - began to take her out to sea, and the mainland of Hoenn. Amazed by the world beyond her tiny hometown, Rosemary longs to set off on a journey of her own.
✧ Appearance
Locks of copper red hair are often let loose, allowing the breath of the wind to disperse their delicate seaside scent. Rosemary’s natural beach waves cascade down, past her shoulders, but form loose curls when exposed to moisture. Her doe eyes, in a shade of candy apple red, shine brightly with curiosity and kindness. She stands at an average height for her age, but her lithe build, along with her pale skin may, however, translate as sickly to some. Despite her willowy appearance, her adventurous antics have conditioned her to be considerably nimble in terms of her physical agility. Because of her extremely light complexion, the constellations of freckles that dapple her skin seem to be more pronounced. Her clothing style is very casual, typically summery, with flowy sundresses, light colours, and floral prints. Roe is also fond of wearing a pendant made from a small conch shell that her father handcrafted for her as a young child.
✧ Personality
Despite being a tad skittish at times, Roe is generally a calm-natured, optimistic girl, with an infectious smile. She can comfortably work independently or as part of a team, and in doing so remains open-minded and respectful of other people's opinions. She strongly believes in doing the right thing and strives to make the world a happier place. Roe's ultimate goal is to bring happiness and positivity into the lives of others. She wants to make a difference in the world by spreading joy and helping those in need.
Rose’s strengths lie in her ability to remain calm under pressure, her open-mindedness, and her determination to do what is right. She also possesses excellent problem-solving skills and a natural ability to bring people together. Alternatively, Roe’s naivety may make her hesitant when faced with unexpected challenges. She may doubt herself and question whether she is doing enough. Additionally, her optimism can lead her to overlook certain risks or underestimate the opposition she may face. Nonetheless, she is motivated by her belief that everyone deserves happiness and that she can be a catalyst for positive change. She is driven to confront challenges head-on, seeking solutions and growth, believing that even small actions can lead to significant change.
✧ Hobbies
In her free time, Rosemary loves spending time outdoors, exploring new places, and meeting new people. Her favourite colours are vibrant reds, oranges, and yellows, representing her fiery passion for life. Undoubtedly, the beach is her favourite place to be. The sound of waves crashing against the shore, the smell of saltwater, and the feeling of sand between her toes: all give her that nostalgic feeling of home. She also loves to stargaze and can spend hours marveling at the vastness of the universe, sometimes forgetting to sleep when doing so. A quirk of hers is collecting small trinkets and mementos from her adventures, cherishing them as reminders of the people she's helped and the challenges she's overcome.
✧ Etymology
Her forename 'Rosemary' comes from the Latin 'ros marinus', meaning "dew of the sea". Rosemary's surname 'Lucero' means "light source, bright star, morning star" in Spanish, hinting at possible Paldean ancestry.
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Posted: Sun, 21/01/2024 17:33 (3 Months ago)
Theme - In Living Memory
Falin Barnes
[ Lore ]
✧ Introduction
"The wisdom of a stray cat [Falin] lies in its [her] adaptability.
Like them [her], we must learn to adjust to life’s ever-changing circumstances.” - an unknown sponsor.
✧ Early Life
During her pregnancy with Falin, Falin's mother did not have any symptoms typically associated with being pregnant, apart from what she perceived to be intense bloating. As a mother of five energetic boys, she already had a multitude of responsibilities to handle. Even though she had gone through pregnancies before and knew what to expect, there was an unsettling feeling this time. As soon as Falin was laid upon her mother's chest for the first time, it became apparent to her that there was an absence of any emotional bond or affection towards the child. She expended so much of her energy that she could only manage to produce a faint smile as she tried to appear content with the latest addition to their family. However, whenever the boys accompanied their father to work, poor little Falin would frequently be left alone to cry out her distress in a small Moses basket, which her father had woven from reeds for their firstborn.
Growing up, Falin's relationship with her mother remained fraught with tension and loathing. Contrarily, Falin shared a tight bond with both her brothers and father, which became a source of jealousy for her mother. She also simply resented the fact that Falin's physical resemblance to her only heightened with each passing day and would, therefore, refuse simple things such as looking at her daughter when speaking to her. From a young age, her mother exerted herself to remind Falin that, being a daughter from District 9, her worth was no greater than the livestock in District 10: To be born, raised, and bred until the day she died. Every time Falin made an error, she would be branded as such, 'useless cow'. It had been at her mother's request that Falin stay at home and learn to take care of the household chores instead of working alongside her sibling in the fields, as a way to separate her from her family. According to her mother, working in the fields was a task that was assigned to men.
After completing all of her daily tasks, Falin would often spend her free time in the hay lofts of her family's barn, accompanied by a lazy and disgruntled barn cat. During these moments, she would indulge in daydreaming or find solace curled up with a book that she concealed from her family. Sometimes, albeit infrequently, Falin would engage in playful activities with her older brothers. They would run and frolic in the fields, despite her mother's disapproval, who believed that Falin's company hindered their productivity. Some of the games they enjoyed playing with each other were hide-and-seek, in which they would always let Falin win, and also a game of knocking down cans and bottles by shooting at them with slingshots. Falin has honed her aiming skills to perfection, allowing her to consistently strike her targets with extraordinary precision even at significant distances. She also applied to pesky rodents that attempted to pilfer grains from their stores.
✧ Appearance
Falin is among the youngest competitors to be reaped as a tribute for the Hunger Games, having only just turned twelve. Comparing Falin to the older tributes, she is noticeably smaller, due to her age, living conditions, and lack of training. She stands at 140 cm, and she weighs a meager 60 kg. She has a delicate figure. Falin has gorgeous cocoa-colored hair that flows almost down to her waist in natural waves, which perfectly complements her light honey-beige skin tone. Her innocence radiates from her large doe eyes and her sweet, angelic face, which had the people of the Capitol enthralled with her, despite her slim chances of survival. Many individuals in her district frequently observe her physical attractiveness and note her striking similarity to her mother. However, they often remark that she should smile more.
✧ Personality
Despite never having the opportunity to attend school, Falin possesses remarkable abilities as a self-taught child who has managed to acquire skills in reading, writing, and basic mathematics, with a little support from a sweet older woman who caught Falin flipping through a book at her market stall. For someone her age, she possesses an exceptional level of awareness regarding her environment and possesses the refined skill to understand the atmosphere of the room she is in. Falin has become accustomed to tiptoeing around her mother due to her hostile behavior, which has helped to develop this ability, even though she is still puzzled about the underlying cause for such ill-treatment. As a consequence of this situation, she has developed a strong sense of self-reliance and autonomy. In the presence of others, she can comfortably embrace her relaxed and inquisitive nature, just as any child should be free to do. Falin prefers to keep her home life private, as she is concerned about others forming negative opinions about her family.
✧ Abilities
Charisma - Her irresistible charm is a significant advantage for her. The people of the Capitol have a profound love for her, and she frequently receives support from sponsors in the form of food and fresh water. Because of her difficult relationship with her mother, Falin is a natural people-pleaser who knows exactly what to say to achieve merits. She knows she's cute. She knows she has little chance of surviving. But she knows with a positive attitude, she can entertain the audience, even if it's just for a little while. During the training sessions, she takes advantage of her childish inquisitiveness to learn as much as possible from the other tributes.
Intelligence - From a young age, Falin has been a fast learner. Her mind works quickly, and her body, swiftly. She's been treading carefully from the moment she could walk so you can bet that she is probably a step or two ahead of you already, definitely mentally if not physically.
Opportunist - Falin's small size is advantageous for her as well. Whilst she doesn't possess much physical strength, Falin is fast, agile, and patient. She is also of diminutive size, enabling her to effortlessly enter narrow crevices and transform them into momentary shelters. In addition, Falin has previous experience and expertise in constructing shelters by utilizing various natural materials such as leaves and branches.
Sharpshooter - Falin's abilities with a slingshot are exceptional, as she can accurately shoot at both still and moving targets with great precision. Her ability to see and accurately hit her targets, even from afar, is astonishing due to her exceptional eyesight. In the event that her position is compromised, she will utilize her shots as a distraction in order to divert the attention of her target.
✧ Weaknesses
Hunting - Besides picking off rats back home, Falin has no experience hunting or preparing a kill, making it more challenging to sustain herself. Occasionally, Falin can strike a bird using her slingshot, but that typically results in her location being exposed, due to spooking other birds nearby.
Emotionally Immature - At the end of the day, Falin is still 12 years old and a pawn in a brutal game. Although she usually seems composed during her time in the Capitol, there are times when Falin can be seen unable to keep all of her emotions contained. The horrors only become real as she watches bloodshed right before her eyes.
Physical Strength - With her small build and a lack of combat abilities, Falin is left with very few options to defend herself, should she find herself engaged in hand-to-hand/close-ranged combat. She has mediocre free-climbing abilities and is a weak swimmer.
✧ Etymology
Pronounced 'Fah'-'Lin', her forename is a masculine variant of the name 'Feline' which is a Latin name meaning "cat-like", but also translates to "Secret", or more commonly "My Secret". Falin's surname 'Barnes' is a name denoted to a person who worked or lived in a barn. The word 'barn' is derived from Old English bere "barley" and ærn "dwelling".
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✧ The Reaping
Falin Barnes. It was her first ever reaping; Her mother had 'persuaded' her to sign up for the maximum tesserae (8) as it was "unlikely she'd be picked for her first reaping". It had taken her a second to realize that her name had been announced. There had been complete silence until her name was called a second time. After acknowledging that she was not hearing things, she lifted her head towards the stage. In her peripherals, she could see the girls surrounding her, staring her way. Falin didn't have a word to describe what she was feeling at the moment. As those around her shuffled about, creating a pathway, Falin made her way to the stage mindlessly. With no female siblings - nor friends - Falin knew there was no way anyone would volunteer to take her place. From the stage, she could just about pick out her siblings from the crowd. Fear, shock, and anger painted their faces. She could see her father pull his wife close in a protective embrace. On the other hand, her mother's face was completely void of emotion.
She is visited by her oldest brother before leaving for the Capitol. To see someone that she knew to be so free and easy cry for the first time brought an ache to her heart. Falin only managed a momentary look at his puffy eyes before being engulfed in a crushing embrace. All he could do was apologize, rambling on about how he should have volunteered so that she would have at least had some protection. Falin soothed him that it was fine, and not to worry, because at least they'd be looked after with her tesserae. That's when she felt him freeze. Slowly, he pulled away from his sister with a puzzled look on his face. Falin continued to explain that their mother told her that they [her brothers] all took the maximum tesserae and that it was only fair if she did too. He appeared to stop breathing. His eyes turned dark. As it was time for him to leave, he crouched down eye to eye with Falin, taking her small hand and handing her a token: a pressed bookmark made with wildflowers and exactly 5 stems of wheat. He made a final promise to take care of everyone. Placing a kiss on her hand, he stands and leaves without looking back.
✧ The Parade
Falin’s hazel eyes were wide with awe as she rode the chariot during the Tribute Parade. It had been her first time seeing the Capitol in person and how lively and different it was, compared to her home in District 9, was a shock to her. Her assigned stylist had dressed her, simply, in a flowing white gown, adorning her head with a crown woven from sheaves of wheat. Brandishing a torch in one hand, she waves to the crowd with the other. Later in her interview, she discloses that "Demeter," a goddess of bread, grain, and agriculture, served as inspiration for her stylist.
✧ Training Center
It was likely that Falin entered as the least prepared tribute of the year. Yet, she knew better than to let the opportunity go to waste. If she did not try, her chance of success would be zero. But, if she did, her chances may be low but they'd certainly be better than zero. Falin spent her training days wisely, focusing on the survival skill stations as she felt it was too late to attempt to become proficient at offensive skills. She did not completely ignore them, however, observing the other tributes closely and asking questions in order to gain valuable knowledge. Falin would participate if invited by the other tributes, often entertaining their egos.
Midway through the training sessions, something in Falin clicked. As she advanced through the stations, she realized that a lot of these skills came to her naturally, meaning she could have a chance. Being from District 9, living surrounded by fields and nature, Falin scored fairly highly on the test at the edible plants station. It wasn't too surprising to her that she found her way around knot-tying or hammock-making with ease, also. Shelter making was a station she just found to be enjoyable, each moment reminding her of home and making dens in the woods with her brothers. So whilst her shelters weren't the most sound in terms of stability, it would be enough to keep her covered for a night to rest. She even managed to impress some of the more established tributes by conquering the gauntlets and ropes course with cat-like balance and agility. Falin showed weakness when it came to using weaponry, deciding to completely dodge the axes and swords, and after debating with herself, the spears and tridents, also, as they would be much too big and inconvenient for her to carry.
During her private session, Falin managed to score a 6, showcasing her abilities with a slingshot that she had decided to keep undisclosed from the other tributes in their group sessions.
✧ Interview
Her interview was the first time the people of the Capitol got to meet Falin. Inside, she could feel the anxiety bubbling. But, masking her emotions was one thing that Falin could say she had years of practice of. Falin stepped onto the stage with the confidence of a District 1 tribute. with a radiant smile on her face, she greeted the audience with an adorable little double-handed wave. Falin modeled a bridal-like, knee-length white dress with floral lace accents on the skirt's hem and shoulder straps. Her hair - styled in much more defined curls than usual - was adorned with a simple, yet beautiful tiara, embellished with tiny diamonds that glittered in the spotlights. In that moment, Falin was the embodiment of purity. An angel. The most beautiful bride... if she survived the games. She sits and answers the questions fired at her honestly, with just the right amount of sanguinity, spirit, and sorrow, to stir up sympathy within the crowd.
✧ Sponsorships
Sponsorships are an important aid for Falin's survival in the games and, despite her average training score, she does not struggle in acquiring them. From fresh water to candy, and even a book, Falin is able to wait out the first couple of days of the game with ease. However, whilst some of her gifts are out of genuine adoration for her, others are sent to purposely prolong the young tribute's survival to keep the game engaging, dangling hope in the face of her District.
✧ The Arena
On the day of the games, Falin is dressed by her stylist in her arena uniform. However, whilst waiting to enter the arena, it's noticed that Falin suddenly appears less like herself and is lost deep in thought. For the first time, she opens up about her family, but more specifically her relationship with her mother, admitting that she misses them and, despite how her mother treated her, she loves them all unconditionally. Falin states that if she somehow manages to win the games, she hopes that her mother can forgive her for whatever she did for her to hate her. As her platform rises into the arena, Falin steels herself for whatever is about to come.
✧ The Cornucopia Bloodbath
Frozen in fear, Falin doesn't immediately jump from her stand. Watching with wide eyes as many tributes rush toward the center of the cornucopia, fighting over backpacks of loot. Whilst a group of tributes appeared preoccupied, slashing at each other with their newfound weapons, Falin took the opportunity to snatch a nearby backpack that had seemingly been overlooked due to its small size. As quick as her feet were able to carry her, she darts to take cover in a wooded area of the arena. Several cannons sound not too long after. Exhausted from running, Falin takes refuge inside a large hollow tree trunk to rest.
✧ Stratagies
Falin relies a lot on luck and sponsors, throughout the early games, after taking a weaponless pack from the cornucopia. But, it's when she receives a familiar slingshot from one package that fuels her to take action. Having a lot of desirables in her possession, Falin decided that she would use them to her advantage. Utilizing the skills she had learned at the training stations, Falin constructed booby-trapped campsites, where she would lay in waiting not too far away, to slowly pick off wandering tributes. Like a game of cat and mouse: Vermin can't seem to help themselves once they set their sights on unsupervised grain.
✧ In Magical AUs
On the outside, Falin looks like an average kid. Yet, true to her name, Falin harnesses incredible cat-like abilities. Like a refined hunter, she has an attuned sense of smell, exceptional hearing, and an ability to lock in her focus on moving objects at a distance. The hairs across her body act similarly to whiskers, sensing movement by picking up on even the slightest changes in the airflow. Falin also has insane levels of flexibility, balance, and agility. Whilst she does not have retractable claws, her nails are stronger than the average human's, and her canine teeth are more pronounced. However, her most impressive skill would be having the ability to jump from heights and safely land on her feet without discomfort.
In this AU, Falin would use steel claw gauntlets, rather than a slingshot, and would be slightly stronger physically.
Posted: Fri, 26/01/2024 21:56 (3 Months ago)
Theme - Moonstone
Xiānzhī Báitù
[ Lore ]
✧ Introduction
"You're looking for the "Benevolent Brilliance"? She is Xiānzhī Báitù, or 'Tùzǐ' as the children call her: the last eligible heir of the Yuètù Clan and the youngest pureblooded descendant of the Moon Rabbits, an ancient race on the verge of extinction. Revered for her divine beauty, unblemished purity, and graceful spirit... The Harbour's children love her when she visits. She possesses the remarkable talent to convince even the most stubborn individuals to willingly consume their bitter medicines! Ah... But it's seldom she visits. The burden of carrying the legacy of her race must be tough." - unknown
✧ History
The Yuètù Clan have made their home in the ethereal realm of the clouds, where they oversee the majestic mountains of Minlin in Liyue. Despite their unique characteristics, it would be a mistake to associate them with the Adepti. Renowned for their extraordinary healing abilities, the Moon Rabbits have no formal partnership with Morax. However, due to their selfless nature, they once offered their invaluable assistance to Liyue during the Archon War, serving as skilled medics. Tragically, numerous members of the clan met their untimely demise during this tumultuous era, ultimately leading to the imminent extinction of their race. As a token of gratitude for their sacrifices, they were bestowed with a substantial piece of Plaustrite (along with other precious treasures) which now serves as their sanctuary and final refuge.
As the bond between the Moon Rabbits and the Harbour strengthened over the following years, the Yuètù Clan initiated an annual affair, now known as the Moon Festival. This celebration, held in the midst of autumn, involved the Clan presenting unique delicacies and medicinal remedies to the residents of the Harbour. In return, the Harbour graciously shared their own cultural traditions. To express lasting gratitude for their contributions during the Archon War, lanterns reminiscent of those illuminated during the Lantern Rite were released at the conclusion of the evening.
In the present-day era, Báitù maintains a close partnership with Liyue's Bubu Pharmacy. This collaboration entails delivering foraged ingredients, such as Qingxins and Violetgrass, which flourish abundantly in Minlin, for medicinal purposes. Additionally, Báitù handles prescription-related matters. While it is infrequent for Báitù to directly interact with patients, the children always insist on seeing "the rabbit doctor" whenever they become aware of her presence.
✧ Appearance
Báitù's unique characteristics render it impossible for her to refute any claims of affiliation with the ancient Yuètù Clan. From her long, floppy white ears atop her head to the bundle of delicate fluff that serves as her tail, Báitù has no choice but to embrace her fate as a descendant of the Moon Rabbits. Despite standing at a modest height of approximately 150cm (considered fully grown for a female of her species), her slender figure and elongated legs create the illusion of a taller stature. Renowned for her ethereal beauty, she possesses flawless porcelain skin and captivating sky-blue eyes. Additionally, Báitù's silky white hair flows down, nearly matching her own height.
The fashion trends in Liyue are unfamiliar to Báitù, causing her to stand out even more whenever she ventures into the Harbour. Báitù has a strong affinity for dresses, however, with skirts that exude a sense of fluidity and layers, embellished with delicate ribbons, bows, and floral hair ornaments. Her preferred color palette predominantly revolves around shades of blue and white, accentuated by touches of luxurious gold hardware.
✧ Personality
Whilst Báitù enjoys the company of others, she often displays typical rabbit-like behaviors, such as appearing quiet, timid, and hesitant in unfamiliar situations. However, she is generally easy-going and deeply committed to her friends and family. Despite her gentle and open-minded nature, Báitù is not easily irritated and prefers to avoid conflicts as much as possible. Additionally, she is highly diligent and excels both when working alone or as part of a team. However, due to her strong sense of responsibility, Báitù can become reclusive when engrossed in a project. As a result, she tends to tire easily and may spontaneously take naps throughout the day.
✧ Hobbies
With her ears ever so alert, Báitù, the Moon Rabbit, embodies a perpetual thirst for knowledge. The quest to unravel the secrets behind the 'Elixir of Life', a mythical potion that is said to grant immortality, has been a cherished aspiration of her ancestors long before her birth. While Báitù holds her own contemplations regarding immortality, she derives joy from the art of potion-making and the enhancement of existing medicinal remedies. It brings warmth to her heart, seeing the sickly regain their liveliness once more, even more so when she can successfully convince the most stubborn of children to take their medicine. Alchemy comes naturally to her, having been trained in its techniques from a tender age.
Furthermore, Báitù is an avid reader, immersing herself in the realms of history, culture, and even botany. When fatigue doesn't weigh her down, she finds solace in leisurely walks amidst nature's embrace, also allowing her to take a closer look at possible ingredients to use in her creations. Desserts hold a special place in her culinary preferences, while she harbors a distaste for meat and seafood dishes.
✧ Etymology
Her forename 'Báitù' uses the characters '白兔' composed of '白' (bái) meaning 'white' and '兔' (tù) meaning 'rabbit'. Her surname 'Xiānzhī' uses the characters '先知', meaning 'prophet'.
✧ Base Attributes
Rarity: ★★★★★
Ascension Level: 6
Level: 90 / 90
Maximum HP: 15,327
ATK: 215
DEF: 743
Elemental Mastery: 0
Maximum Stamina: 240
Team Role: Healer
Vision Element: Hydro
Weapon Type: Catalyst
✧ Level-Up Materials
[ Ascension ]
A1: Varunada Lazurite Sliver (1) + Glaze Lily (3) + Whopperflower Nectar (3)
A2: Varunada Lazurite Fragment (3) + Juvenile Jade (2) + Glaze Lily (10) + Whopperflower Nectar (15)
A3: Varunada Lazurite Fragment (6) + Juvenile Jade (4) + Glaze Lily (20) + Shimmering Nectar (12)
A4: Varunada Lazurite Chunk (3) + Juvenile Jade (8) + Glaze Lily (30) + Shimmering Nectar (18)
A5: Varunada Lazurite Chunk (6) + Juvenile Jade (12) + Glaze Lily (45) + Energy Nectar (12)
A6: Varunada Lazurite Gemstone (6) + Juvenile Jade (20) + Glaze Lily (60) + Energy Nectar (24)
Ascension Stat Bonus: HP (28.8%)
[ Talent ]
1>2: Teachings of Gold (3) + Whopperflower Nectar (6)
2>3: Guide to Gold (2) + Shimmering Nectar (3)
3>4: Guide to Gold (4) + Shimmering Nectar (4)
4>5: Guide to Gold (6) + Shimmering Nectar (6)
5>6: Guide to Gold (9) + Shimmering Nectar (9)
6>7: Philosophies of Gold (4) + Energy Nectar (4) + Bloodjade Branch (1)
7>8: Philosophies of Gold (6) + Energy Nectar (6) + Bloodjade Branch (2)
8>9: Philosophies of Gold (12) + Energy Nectar (9) + Bloodjade Branch (2)
9>10: Philosophies of Gold (16) + Energy Nectar (12) + Bloodjade Branch (2) + Crown of Insight (1)
✧ Talents
Normal Attack: Sparkling Barrage
Performs up to 4 water splash attacks that deal Hydro DMG.
Charged Attack:
Consumes a certain amount of Stamina to deal AoE Hydro DMG after a short casting time.
Plunge Attack:
Gathering the might of Hydro, Báitù plunges towards the ground from mid-air, damaging all opponents in her path. Deals AoE Hydro DMG upon impact with the ground.
Elemental Skill: Reflection
Cool Down: 30 seconds | Energy Generated: 4 (Hydro)
Báitù summons a mirror behind her, teleporting herself behind her opponents. Re-entering the field, Báitù enters her Submerged Conscious state, gaining a bubble shield that has a 100% DMG Absorption Bonus, and a 250% Hydro DMG Absorption Bonus. Whilst shielded, Báitù gains the following effects:
- Loses a portion of HP every 0.5 seconds; in return; Báitù's ATK is increased by 2% every second, for five seconds.
- In her Submerged Conscious state, Báitù cannot use Charged Attacks.
When the shield is broken, or the skill ends, the bubble bursts dealing AoE Hydro DMG to nearby enemies.
Elemental Burst: Turning the Tides
Cool Down: 20s | Energy Required: 80
Summons a High Tide that deals one instance of AoE Hydro DMG to enemies, and applies Wet status to every character on the field for the remainder of the Burst. Periodically heals nearby teammates for a large amount of HP that scales with Báitù's Max HP.
Afterward, Báitù gains the following effects:
- Báitù Charged Attack will become large plumes of water, which send enemies into the air, dealing Hydro DMG.
- Báitù Charged Attack’s Crit Rate is increased by 20%.
1st Ascension Passive: Enlighten
For 10 seconds, Báitù gains 20% more Hydro DMG Bonus after casting Turning the Tides.
4th Ascension Passive: Permanence
When Báitù hits an opponent with a Normal Attack, all nearby party members will heal HP equivalent to 2% of Báitù's Max HP. This type of healing can occur once every 1 second.
Utility Passive: Devotion
When Yuèguāng crafts a potion, she has a 10% chance to receive double the product.
✧ Constellation
Constellation Name: lepus lunae
C1: For every 1000 points of HP Yuèguāng has, she gains an additional 1% Hydro DMG Bonus.
C2: When in the Submerged Conscious state, and Yuèguāng’s HP is equal to or less than 50%, her ATK Speed is increased by 15% for 5 seconds.
C3: Increases the Level of The Tides have Turned by 3. The maximum upgrade level is 15.
C4: During Moonblessed Meditation, Yuèguāng gains a Moonstone after every third Normal Attack hits an opponent. A maximum of 5 Moonstones can be obtained this way. At the end of the skill, or when the shield breaks, the Moonstones are fired off, dealing Normal DMG to opponents.
C5: Increases the Level of Reflection by 3. The maximum upgrade level is 15.
C6: After activating The Tides have Turned, all affected characters will gain the following effects based on their HP amounts:
- Increases Incoming Healing Bonus by 30% when HP falls below or is equal to 75%.
- Elemental Mastery increased by 100 when HP is above 75%.
✧ Weapon
Weapon Name: Moonwalker's Lantern
Rarity: ★★★★★
Base ATK: 608
HP: 49.6%
Light the Way: After using an Elemental Burst, for 20 seconds, the character equipped with this weapon obtains the "Moon's Blessing" effect. Healing Bonus increased by 10~20%, and each Elemental Orb or Particle collected restores 1~2% HP.
✧ Specialty Dish
Dish Name: Golden Youth
Rarity: ★★★
Base Dish: Yuètù Mooncake
Dish Type: Sage
Recipe: 2x flour; 2x sugar; 1x salt; 1x egg; 3x lotus head
Effect: Increases all party members' Healing Bonus by 15~20% for 300s.
Character Quote: "The signature dish of the Yuètù Clan: a rich dessert, meant for sharing, consisting of beautifully goldened pastry and a sweet, dense filling. Historically, the Yuètù Clan would bring it to the Moon Festival, to share with the locals of Liyue Harbour. However, it became so popular, that the clan invested in a bakery that makes them fresh every day. If you look carefully, you may see the imprint of a little bunny on top!"
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✧ Insert [1] | 500 words | Drink To Drown - Stand Atlantic | TW: Alcoholism
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Estella Blake | 22 y/o | Director's Suite, House of Illusions (canon timeline)
Estella's apartment is dimly lit by the warm evening glow of the setting sun. But for Estella, the light only serves to highlight the emptiness of her surroundings. A faint cinnamon scent lingers in the air as she stands by the window, gazing out distantly at the bustling streets of New York, feeling a sense of longing and loneliness wash over her.
She chuckles to herself, dryly.
The rich, amber liquid lingers on her lips, leaving a sticky, sweet residue in its wake. As she takes a sip, notes of honey and spices dance on her tongue, igniting a familiar warmth within her. Despite knowing the consequences, she can't resist the comforting embrace of the drink, the temporary escape it offers from her mundane life.
She's a contradiction, a mixture of strength and vulnerability, and the drink only intensifies these incompatible traits. As the liquid travels down her throat, a surge of conflicting emotions washes over her, a bittersweet reminder of the risks she's taking. But in this moment, she doesn't want to think about the consequences. She just wants to savor the taste, the sensation, the escape. And for a brief moment, she's able to forget all her worries and simply be.
The reminder of her promises to stay away from alcohol plays on repeat in her mind. Yet, the familiar burn in her throat and the numbing sensation that follows seem to have a hypnotic effect, easing her troubled thoughts and emotions. She takes a deep breath, inhaling the alluring scent of the liquor, and takes another sip, feeling the warmth spread through her body.
She knows she should put the glass down and find a healthier coping mechanism, but the temptation to drown out her inner turmoil is too strong. Besides, what harm could one drink do? Except, it was never just one. It wasn't her first glass, and likely wouldn't be her last.
But as she takes another sip, she can't help but feel a pang of guilt and disappointment in herself. She had promised herself - countless times - to be stronger and not give in to her vices, yet here she is, succumbing to her weaknesses once again. Torn between her desire for temporary relief and her inner moral compass, Estella stands frozen, unable to make a decision.
The silence in her apartment only amplifies the chaos in her mind as she struggles to find a way out of this internal battle. With a heavy sigh, she downs the remainder of the whiskey in her glass, knowing that she will regret it later. The amber liquid offers a brief respite from her inner turmoil, but deep down she knows that it will only bring more pain and regret in the long run.
As she continues to gaze out the window, the sunlight now a narrow slither in the horizon, she can't help but wonder if she will ever find peace and contentment within herself. But for now, she will settle for this temporary escape.
✧ Insert [2] | 513 words | Change My Life - Ashes Remain | TW: Implied SA
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Estella Blake | 13 y/o | Orchid Boutique, NYC (pre-canon timeline)
She can feel the mounting anxiety in the pit of her stomach. It's taking all of her to suppress her nerves and get through this photoshoot. However, the spotlights shining down on her seem brighter than usual, blinding her. She can't ignore the glint in the camera lens, each snap and flash causing her to jump. Estella could feel the judging looks burning into her: were they trying to undress her too?
Her mind spins, as she tries to make sense of the photographer's words, "Could you just try that again for us, Estelle, darling?"
Through the deafening sound of her own racing heart, Estelle can hear the assistant director's stern voice, "Let's go again, we don't have all day."
She can feel the weight of their expectations crushing her, as she takes a deep breath and tries to steady her shaking hands. Estelle takes a moment to collect herself, as she runs her fingers through her wavy chestnut locks to regain her composure. She draws strength from the thought of her parents back home, who have always been her biggest cheerleaders.
She takes another deep breath and steps in front of the camera once again, determined to give her best shot, as she always did. The shutter clicks and the flash goes off.
Her mind trails back to the moments just before stepping on set. It should have been like any other booking, but her parents had been too busy to stay with her on this particular day. In their minds, Estella would be fine. She had done hundreds of similar jobs before and had a close relationship with the leading staff. Unknowingly to them - and still to this day - Estella would be entrusted into the wrong hands.
"You're father was nice enough to let us take care of you, today. He must be a busy man. But, don't worry, I'll take good care of you, Estella..."
Estella hadn't immediately felt anything 'off' until her assigned caretaker had their hands on her a little more than usual. From playing with her hair, and caressing her skin, the grip they had on her was always too tight. There was a strange look in their eyes that, back then, Estelle would have been too young to identify as lust. She knew it made her uncomfortable, nonetheless.
"My... I remember when you were oh-so little. You've grown up so much... Ah... Would you mind? A souvenir of your beauty... I'll promise to treasure it, always."
A sinister smile, and the flash of a camera, are imprinted in her mind.
Estelle's eyes fly open, her heart pounding in her chest. Another nightmare... A wave of nausea hits her suddenly, like a brick wall, causing her to lurch upright in bed. She clutches her stomach, willing the feeling to pass, only for it to intensify. She stumbles to the bathroom, the cold tile floor sending shivers up her bare feet. She can taste the bitterness of bile rising in her throat as she practically falls to her knees in front of the toilet.
✧ Insert [3] | 610 words | Looking at Me - Sabrina Carpenter | TW: Underaged Drinking
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Estella Blake | 17 y/o | Night Club, NYC (pre-canon timeline)
Estella's senses were on high alert from the moment she stepped into the club. There was an overwhelming scent of sweat and alcohol in the air, and the loud music was a jarring contrast to her preferred surroundings of a quiet bar. She couldn't help but feel out of place amidst the flashing lights and gyrating bodies. Taking a seat in a plush booth, she sighed, wondering why she had even agreed to come here.
As the bass thumped, Estella felt the vibrations travel through her body. The leather seat enveloped her, providing a sense of comfort amidst the chaos. She absentmindedly swirled her drink, the ice clinking against the glass. But even the taste of alcohol couldn't distract her from the nagging feeling of being out of her element.
Her friends had long left her to go dance on the crowded dancefloor. Estella, not one for dancing, stayed behind, watching from afar. She finishes her drink. Her lips curl into a grimace as the cheap liquor leaves an unpleasant burn in her chest. Her friends were nowhere to be seen. It was like leaving a ship unanchored on a stormy day as Estella soon found herself drifting out of the booth, cautiously weaving her way through the sea of swaying bodies toward the bar to order another.
As she studied the variety - or lack of - spirits on display, waiting for her order to be taken, she could barely hear herself think over the screams of excitement. The loud music and raucous laughter from the bar patrons only added to the chaos. Despite the chaos, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as she noticed the bartender's gaze lingering on her.
"And what can I get for you, darling?"
"A double Jack, on the rocks."
"Sure thing, ID?"
She doesn't argue, confidently pulling a card out from her clutch purse and handing it over. The bartender examines it for a moment, his eyes flickering back and forth. Satisfied, he handed it back to her and went to make her drink. Little did he know, the ID was fake and she had gotten away with it yet again. Estella paid for her drink and made her way back to her seat.
Settling back into the booth, a serene smile graces Estelle's face. She leisurely sips her second drink, observing the lively groups around her. At the tender age of seventeen, Estelle was still a novice to the world of alcohol, but she had quickly discovered her preference for whiskey. Unlike her friends, who preferred fruity and sweet drinks, Estelle was drawn to the bold and robust flavors of whiskey. And although it may have a strong taste, it was just what she needed to momentarily numb the ache in her heart.
"Estelle~! Come dance!"
A tight grasp on her arm pulls her out of her thoughts, and almost out of her seat. Fortunately, Estella had managed to save her drink from spilling over the table and herself.
"Please~?" The girl on her arm, her friend, begs with large hazy eyes, "Please 'stelle..?"
Estella knows she's trapped, her friend's grip loosening as she brushes her hands down the fair skin of her arms suggestively. She feels electrifying shivers coursing through her body and the loud beat of the music pulses in her ears, drowning out any rational thoughts. Her friend's touch ignites a fire within her, and Estella can't help but give in.
With each sway of their bodies, Estella becomes lost in the moment, the alcohol numbing her inhibitions and allowing her to fully surrender to the rhythm.
The rest of the night is but a blur.
✧ Insert [4] | 537 words | The Silence - Arrows to Athens | TW: Blood
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Estella Blake | 18 y/o | Emergency Room, NYC Hospital (pre-canon timeline)
As she tried to piece together the events of her evening, her mind grew hazy. She vaguely remembers going out for drinks with friends, leaving the venue, and then suddenly lying on the cold pavement with a paramedic looming over her, the flashing lights of an ambulance lighting up the street.
Her concussion had since passed as she sat alone in a hospital bed, sipping water from a plastic cup. There's a blood-stained gauze taped above her right eye, concealing a couple of stitches she'd needed from where she had collided with the pavement. Besides a few other minor cuts and scraps, Estella was slowly coming back around.
As the curtains were suddenly pulled back, Estella's heart sank at the sight of her father standing alongside one of the nurses who had been caring for her. His exhausted demeanor spoke volumes, and she could see the worry and fatigue etched into his tired eyes as he expressed his gratitude to the nurse. As the nurse departed, her father drew the curtains closed, providing them with some much-needed privacy.
With a heavy sigh, her father turned to Estella, the disappointment in his eyes evident. The exhaustion and concern radiating from him seemed to permeate the air, creating a heavy atmosphere.
"It's 3 am, Stelle..." her father says, his voice laced with irritation.
"It is?" His eyes narrowed at her nonchalant tone.
She bites her lip. Estella could sense the tension in his voice, and it only added to the stress in the room. She could see the lines etched into his face, evidence of the pressure he had been under. But she also saw the love and concern in his eyes, as he reached out to take her hand.
"I'm sorry..." she replied softly, trying to reassure him.
But even as she spoke, she could feel her own disappointment and frustration at her current state. They sat in silence for a few moments, the only sound in the room was the soft beeping of the machines surrounding her. But in that silence, Estella could sense the unspoken words between them. Her father's exhaustion and concern for her well-being, and her dismay and longing for things to be different.
Finally, her father broke the silence, his voice filled with emotion.
"You know I'd do anything to make you better, Estella."
Estella could feel the sincerity in his words, and it gave her some comfort. He had always been supportive of her and everything she did, despite being a little tough sometimes. At the end of the day, Estella was still his little girl, and would always be.
Yet, despite all of that, Estella still felt that she couldn't tell him her true feelings and all of the troubles that plagued her mind daily. As far as he was aware, she was just going through that rebellious teenage phase, that most kids her age do, and believed she'd grow out of it eventually.
"Your mother is going to flip when she sees you," he chuckles.
Estella rolls her eyes, "Surely can't be worse than that time I cut my hair."
"I wouldn't be so sure. Right, let's get you discharged, I would like to get some sleep before work tomorrow."
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Estella Blake | 18 y/o | Bathroom, Brooklyn Family Home (pre-canon timeline)
The steam grew thick and suffocating, filling every corner of the bathroom and swirling around Estella as she sat, huddled on the shower floor. Her knees were drawn up to her chest, her head bowed in defeat, as the pounding water rained down upon her. With each drop, she could feel the scorching heat searing her skin, the tender redness a testament to her desperate attempts at scrubbing away her sins.
She doesn't wince.
Veiled by the mist, Estella's once pristine exterior began to crumble, revealing the complex and troubled woman within. Her facade of perfection shattered, she was left raw and exposed, vulnerable to the relentless onslaught of water and memories. But even as the scalding water threatened to consume her, Estella remained stoic, refusing to show any sign of pain or weakness. It was a mask she had perfected, a shield to protect her from the outside world.
But as the water continued to assault her, she couldn't help but wonder if she could ever truly wash away her past and find peace within herself. In that moment, Estella's character was laid bare, her struggles and flaws laid out for the world to see. And as she sat amid, her tears blending with the water of the shower, she couldn't help but long for a different voice, one that was rich with authenticity and emotion.
Estella's hand moved towards the dial, her fingers grasping it tightly. The rushing water slowed to a stop, the steam gradually dissipating around her. She sat in silence, the only sound echoing in the tiled bathroom was the last few drops of water hitting the shower floor. With a gentle brush, she pushed back the damp strands of hair that clung to her face, squeezing out the excess water as they returned to their natural curly state.
Gingerly, she brings herself to her feet, her hand shaking as she grips the shower door for support. Her heart races and her mind is consumed with doubt and self-loathing. Why does she do this to herself? Estella takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself as the lightheaded feeling begins to fade.
Her skin glistens with droplets of water as she steps out of the shower, quickly reaching for a towel to shield her body from the cold air. But as she wraps the towel around her, she catches a glimpse of her fragile figure in the condensation-stained mirror.
It's ironic, she thinks bitterly. She had destroyed her body in an attempt to become less desirable to the judgmental eyes of society, yet it was the same body type that was being glorified by models and celebrities. She had always been slim, as a former child model herself. But as she grew older and taller over the last couple of years, her weight didn't follow suit. Restricting her diet, Estella often felt too sick to eat, and when she did, it was usually a small meal that wouldn't stay down for long.
She knew it was wrong, she knew it was unhealthy: just one of her deadly habits.
Tearing her eyes away, she continues to dry herself off, her sore skin begs for her to stop, irritated by the friction of the towel. However, "out of sight, out of mind" became her mantra, as she pulled on a pair of baggy shorts and an oversized t-shirt, concealing the worst of her self-destruction. A problem for another day.
She was exhausted.