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andrea and her silly little thoughts :) - DNP

ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs~

ᴊᴀsᴍɪɴᴇ - ᴋ-𝟿 ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛ


♡ ᴀɴᴅʀᴇᴀ - ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴡᴀʀ, ᴋ-𝟿 ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛ, ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ, ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ! ♡


ʟɪʟɪᴛʜ - ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ, ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ!


ʟɪғᴇɪ - ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍʏ


ᴀᴇᴛʜᴇʀ - ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍʏ


ᴛʜᴀʟɪᴀ - ʀᴏʏᴀʟ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍʏ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴀɢᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛs


ᴡɪʟʟᴏᴡ - ʀᴏʏᴀʟ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍʏ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴀɢᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛs


ʀᴇᴠɴᴀ (Scarlett) - sᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ʜɢ


ʟɪғᴇɪ - sᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ʜɢ


also Echo from Minegames/Supernatural HG and Emily from Hogwarts

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ɴᴀᴍᴇ: ᴅᴇꜱᴅᴇᴍᴏɴᴀ ʟɪʟɪᴛʜ
ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ: ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ | ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʏᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴇᴘʜᴏɴᴇ | ɢʀɪᴇꜰ
ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱᴇꜱ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴄʀʏ - ᴀᴠɪᴠᴀ
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ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ: ʙɪʀᴅꜱ | ᴄᴀʀᴅꜱ | ʟɪʟɪᴇꜱ
ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇꜱ: ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀꜱ | ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ | ᴍᴇɴ
ʙᴀᴄᴋꜱᴛᴏʀʏ: ᴀɴ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ʀɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ, ꜱᴇɴᴛ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴏʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ. ᴄᴜʀꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ, ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴄʀɪᴍᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴍɪᴛᴛᴇᴅ. ᴛʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ɢʟᴀꜱꜱ, ꜱʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴡɪꜱᴅᴏᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴ, ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ. ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ꜱʜᴇ ꜰᴀʟʟꜱ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ’ꜱ ᴄᴜʀꜱᴇ ʏᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟꜱ ʀᴇɢᴀʀᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀɪɴɢᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋ ᴀʀᴇɴ’ᴛ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇɴ’ᴛ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜰᴀɪʀʏ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ, ꜱᴏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱᴇɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘɪᴇʀᴄᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ ꜱʜᴀʀᴅꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʟʟ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʟᴏꜱᴛ, ʜᴇʀ ᴋɪɴᴅɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴅᴇꜱᴘɪꜱᴇᴅ, ꜱʜᴇ ʟᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛᴏ ɢᴜɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏꜱᴛ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ʀᴏᴀᴍꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ, ᴛᴏ ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴘʟᴀɢᴜᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʟ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴜʀᴛ


𝑨 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅
𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔
𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒔
𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒚.
𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒂𝒈𝒆
𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆
𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒅
𝒔𝒐 𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈.
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒍
𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍
𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒍
𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒎.
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒛𝒆
𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒔
𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒘𝒏 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒏
𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏.
𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔
𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎
𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒅
𝒔𝒐 𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈.
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒍
𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍
𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒍
𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒎.

ᴀʀᴄᴀɴᴇ | ᴋᴀʟᴏɴ | ᴀᴢᴜʀᴀ

Character Name Celine Elyanna Lux

Rank First Officer of the Woodwork ship

Appearance

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Height: 174cm

Weight 50kg

Internal Conflict

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Age: 23

Personality:
ISFJ The Caregiver | 2w1 The Companion

They tend to be altruistic and purposeful in their behavior. They have the will to alleviate human suffering and desire love and acceptance above all else. They are service-oriented and humble, seeking to help better the lives of those in their community.
In their unassuming, understated way, they help make the world go round. Hardworking and devoted, people with this personality type feel a deep sense of responsibility to those around them. They can be counted on to meet deadlines, remember special occasions, uphold traditions, and shower their loved ones with gestures of care and support. But they rarely demand recognition for all that they do, preferring instead to operate behind the scenes.
She is capable, with a wealth of versatile gifts. Though sensitive and caring, Defenders also have excellent analytical abilities and an eye for detail. And despite their reserve, they tend to have well-developed people skills and robust social relationships.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pronouns: She/Her

Addictions: Ballet | Martial Arts

Fears: Atychiphobia | Lockiophobia

Other/Miscellaneous

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Physical Illnesses: anorexia (past) | anaphylaxis (current)

Physical Disabilities: none

Psychological Disorders: anxiety attacks

Other/Not Mentioned: Weapon: DSR-Precision DSR-50 + Cutlass

[DANGANRONPA - WHISPERS OF THE DARK]

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Name: Reilin Ng

Gender: Female

Age: 20

Birthday: 23/02

Talent: Ultimate Musician

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Personality:
They are detail-oriented, perfectionists, and responsible people. They often stand up for the rights of other people and try to engage in causes supporting human rights. They are focused on the present and sensitive to the needs of others which explains their compassionate attitude towards others. At the same time, they can be overly controlling and critical of others for not doing the right thing in serious matters. They often criticize themselves as well for not doing things perfectly.  are rational and focused on details. They go through life by following their values and are committed to making ethical choices. Their manner is quiet and steady. They are thoughtful, loyal, and dutiful and do things according to plan. Towards people, they can be warm and compassionate. Their idealistic personalities are driven to educate others and do the right thing. This shows that they have a strong sense of morality. They are particularly focused on using their experiences and knowledge to guide their behavior. You may find them contributing to various causes and standing up for the rights of others. 


Personality Type: INTJ | 5w4 The Investigator

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[spoiler]Name: Reilin Ng

Gender: Female

Age: 20

Birthday: 23/02

Talent: Ultimate Musician

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Personality:
They are detail-oriented, perfectionists, and responsible people. They often stand up for the rights of other people and try to engage in causes supporting human rights. They are focused on the present and sensitive to the needs of others which explains their compassionate attitude towards others. At the same time, they can be overly controlling and critical of others for not doing the right thing in serious matters. They often criticize themselves as well for not doing things perfectly.  are rational and focused on details. They go through life by following their values and are committed to making ethical choices. Their manner is quiet and steady. They are thoughtful, loyal, and dutiful and do things according to plan. Towards people, they can be warm and compassionate. Their idealistic personalities are driven to educate others and do the right thing. This shows that they have a strong sense of morality. They are particularly focused on using their experiences and knowledge to guide their behavior. You may find them contributing to various causes and standing up for the rights of others. 


Personality Type: INTJ | 5w4 The Investigator

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History: Reilin dedicated her life to music from the age of four, but truth be told, she doesn’t fully enjoy what she does. She sees her talent as more of a burden rather than a gift, believing music was not suited for her. Oddly enough, music was both her source of comfort and anger. Driven by her parents (and partially her own desire) to succeed in everything she did, music drove her to be the perfectionist she is today.

Sexuality: Lesbian/Asexual

Voice Claim: Rose Weil, Oceans’ Eight (Helena Bonham Carter)

[DANGANRONPA - WHISPERS OF THE DARK]

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Name: Wei En

Gender: Female

Age: 20

Birthday: 14/02

Talent: Ultimate Hacker

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Personality:
She prefers the scientific method where she can actually adopt a testing system to filter out their ideas, beliefs and other claims so that she can arrive at the truth. She will look for ways to check their ideas so that she can be sure of what she believes in is actually true. Hence, Wei En will not go for opinions or believe in things that cannot be tested. Wei En likes to be objective in whatever she does. Hence, her studies are unaffected by her beliefs, opinions and cultural or religious influences so as to study something in a pure and objective manner and truly see what it is. Also, she will like to use methods that are great at identifying biases in data or results. So she might use concepts such as inter-rater reliability. With all the knowledge she has and their ability to study things in a systematic and rational manner, she’s one of the best problem solvers you can get. She thrives where she is given complex problems and asked to solve or give analysis on them.
Wei Rn is great to have when it comes to solving complex issues that have too many stakes in them. She can analyze the entire situation, weigh the factors involved and get to a conclusion by also weighing the pros and cons of a solution.
Wei En loves to follow a structured approach when it comes to understanding different issues, concepts, processes or problems. She want to see how things are related in a situation and how that relationship affects the environment and vice versa. She have a lot of grasp on how she perceives her environment and the stimuli in it.
Being a systematic thinker, she can easily identify problems and does not like to accept a piece of information just because it appeals to her, has sentimental value or is provided by a person very dear to her.
Wei En only does things when she considers something worthy that they should invest their time or effort on.


Personality Type: ISTJ | 1w2 The Reformer

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History: Wei En was naturally talented, even from a young age. She loved robots and computers almost as much as she loved her parents. Every day, she would fiddle non-stop with her little gizmos and gadgets whilst her parents were busy working. Her cognitive abilities were on par with people slightly older than her and she was quick and rational from the start. The young Wei En loved tinkering so much, that she once took apart the swing set in the playground to make it better, nearly causing a child to lose their life because of how fast the swing swung.

Sexuality: Aroace

Voice Claim: Shuri, Letitia Wright

The Myrionymos

Comfygazing and -andrea-

In the twilight's arcane glow, sails unfurled.
Upon the astral sea, the Myrionymos sails,
A magika vessel with enchanting tales.
In the moonlit currents of celestial streams,
It glides, transcends, the realm of dreams.

The bow pulsates with magical resonance,
A symphony of forces in harmonious dance.
Winds whisper secrets, stars align,
As the Myrionymos charts a course divine.

Beware the owl’s eyes, storing power unknown,
Castleton green set in stone.
Fast and light she sails alone,
upon seas she dares to claim her own.

A cosmic navigator in the vast unknown,
The Myrionymos, a magika throne.
In the weave of magic, its essence is spun,
A timeless journey beneath the moon and sun.

The ship rests in gifted hands
Her Captain’s reign best symbolized by an amaranth.
Long-lasting and forevermore, faithful till the end of man.
Her crew, a testament to why the ship still stands
Faithful, loyal at Kieran’s command.


J.L.C Valhalla

Interna_Chaotica and Daiko

In the cosmic expanse, where stardust gleams,
Valhalla emerges, a ship of metal dreams.
Silent hum of circuits, a symphony in the void,
A technological marvel, ambitions deployed.

Metallic grace in the vacuum's embrace,
Valhalla sails through the vastness of space.
Gleaming hull reflecting the distant stars,
Warping through cosmos, breaking through bars.

Crew aboard, disciplined and keen,
In the heart of the ship, a command unseen.
Binary whispers echo in corridors cold,
As orders are given, a future foretold.

Strict command echoes through the steel,
On the bridge, where decisions congeal.
Circuitry minds, precision aligned,
In the Valhalla's core, where control is defined.

Each member of crew, a master of their own.
Navigating realms where mysteries bode.
Systems synchronized, a seamless flow,
In the Valhalla, where commands bestow.

A dance of electrons, a digital waltz,
In the Valhalla's corridors, where duty exalts.
Technology's hymn, a ship's anthem bold,
In the cosmic tapestry, a fierce saga unfolds.


The Leviathan

RaRaRasputin and Immortes

In the celestial seas, where legends arise,
The Leviathan sails 'neath the ominous skies.
A hybrid creation, magika entwined,
With technology's might, a fearsome design.

Metal and mystique in harmonious embrace,
The Leviathan prowls, leaving awe in its trace.
Widely feared, whispers echo its name,
A vessel of power, relentless and untamed.

Crew of seekers of forbidden lore,
The Leviathan sails where shadows pour.
Fear in its wake, a chilling song,
As it cruises the cosmos, mysterious and strong.

Commanded by a captain with a heart like steel,
Navigating realms with a masked chill.
In the hybrid heart where magika hums,
The Leviathan emerges, a force that numbs.

Silent whispers in the void conspire,
As the Leviathan sparks both fear and desire.
A cosmic leviathan, untethered and bold,
Despised by all, testament to legends foretold

[works in progress~]

Title: Flower Crown | Blossoming Bud (Picture Not So Perfect)

In the quiet countryside, far from the hustle and bustle of city life, Anne's family lived in a small, weather-beaten shack. The roof leaked whenever it rained, and the walls creaked with every gust of wind. Despite their financial struggles, Anne's parents did their best to create a loving home for their children. Anne, the youngest of four siblings, always felt like she was living in the shadow of her older brothers and sisters.

Her siblings, though kind, often overshadowed her with their achievements, however modest. Her eldest brother, Ethan, was the best mechanic in the village, known for his ability to fix anything. Her sister, Alice, an excellent cook, her dishes bringing smiles to everyone who tasted them. Even the mischievous youngest brother, Jack, had a knack for storytelling that captivated the neighborhood children. Anne, however……well, she struggled to find her own place.

From a young age, Anne knew that her family's poverty was a heavy burden. She watched her parents work tirelessly, her father laboring in the fields and her mother taking up odd jobs around the village. Anne wanted more for herself and her family. She was determined to escape the cycle of poverty and to prove that she alone was capable of achieving greatness.

Anne devoured every book she could find, from tattered old novels to school textbooks her siblings had discarded, fishing the grimy, torn books from the dustbins before cleaning them off with the utmost care. Each book was a treasure trove of knowledge waiting to be discovered. She spent countless hours studying, often by candlelight, as her family slept. The more she learned, the more she dreamed of a different life. She envisioned herself living in a grand house, wearing elegant clothes, and mingling with the upper class. But these dreams were not just fantasies; they became her driving force.

Her dream became her goal, her determination turned into an obsession. Anne sought perfection in everything she did. She practiced her handwriting until it was flawless, rehearsed speeches until they were captivating, and honed her skills until she excelled in all her subjects. Her teachers noticed her dedication and began to give her extra attention, seeing a spark in her that was rare in their small village.

Despite her achievements, Anne's relationship with her family grew strained. Her parents and siblings didn't understand her relentless pursuit of excellence. They saw her long hours of study and her increasing detachment as a sign that she was abandoning them. Anne's mother would often find her lost in thought, staring out the window at the distant city lights. "Anne, come back to us," she would say, but Anne's mind was already miles away.

Anne's transformation wasn't just academic. She observed the behavior of the wealthy visitors who occasionally passed through the village. She noted their manners, their speech, and their poise. She practiced these traits in front of the mirror, perfecting a charming smile and a graceful demeanor. She knew that to fit into the world she aspired to join, she had to become someone entirely different.

As Anne grew older, her hard work began to pay off. She received a scholarship to a prestigious school in the city, a place where she could finally prove herself. Leaving her family behind was the hardest decision she ever made, but she was resolute. With a heavy heart and a determined spirit, Anne set off for the city, vowing to return one day as a success.

In the city, Anne's transformation was complete. She adopted the persona of a confident, sophisticated young woman. Her charm and talent won her many admirers, but few knew the true Anne hidden beneath the surface. The distance from her family grew, both physically and emotionally, as she climbed the social ladder.

Anne's success story became well-known, but only she knew the cost. Her obsession with perfection, her relentless drive to be the best, and her carefully crafted facade left little room for genuine connections.

Title: mother’s day

happy mother’s day, mama | in which a troubled anne tries her best to celebrate mama ray

Anne had never celebrated Mother’s Day before. With parents who slaves away at their jobs with little time to spare for the children, Anne was left to her own devices whilst her siblings were all out being ‘superstars’. This year, however, equipped with some knowledge on this special day and a mother figure she actually cared about, she decided to try and make today special for Ray. Anne stood in the kitchen, her hands trembling slightly as she put the finishing touches on the breakfast tray. She had woken up early, determined to make this Mother's Day special for Ray. The pancakes were perfectly golden, adorned with fresh strawberries, and a steaming cup of coffee sat beside a small vase of wildflowers Anne had picked herself. Granted, Anne had burnt two batches before that, as well as her fingers, but hey, to Anne, it was a good attempt nonetheless.

As she carried the tray to Ray's room, Anne's heart raced with anticipation and nervousness. Perhaps this was too much, Ray didn’t think her good enough to be a daughter. Perhaps she had made the pancakes wrongly. No, she couldn’t have, she followed the recipe to the very last word. This was considered a nice thing to do for Mother’s Day. She had spent weeks planning this day, hoping to see a genuine smile on her mother's face. How could it not be perfect? But when she entered the room, ‘Mama’ barely looked up from her phone, mumbling a quiet "thanks" as Anne set the tray down. Anne could feel her heart shatter at the lack of a genuine smile. Why? Why did she feel like this? It was….nothing big, was it? Just some pancakes and flowers…….so why did she feel this way? Why did she feel so crushed by Ray’s tired, halfhearted response?

It wasn’t like Anne did some grand thing after all…..why would Ray even bat an eyelash?

Throughout the day, Anne's carefully planned gestures were met with halfhearted responses. The handmade card elicited a brief nod, and the photo album Anne had painstakingly assembled was flipped through with disinterest. Anne’s hands shook as she waited eagerly for approval. Approval that never came. To the ordinary family, these treats for Mother’s Day would be the norm, but to the young Anne with little to no knowledge on how families should be, each simple action felt like a massive effort on her part. Each lackluster reaction chipped away at Anne's resolve, only serving as a reinforcement that she would never, ever be good enough for Ray. Even if she tried her very, very hardest.

The final blow came during the photoshoot of Illusion Studio’s models. As the various models posed for their photos, Ray’s suppressed grief, stress, and anger all coming out at once when several of the Studios’ staff admitted to making a mistake that would set them back by hours. Her mother's patience wore thin, and Ray snapped. "Can we just be done with this? Properly, without any of your stupid mistakes this time?" Ray snapped, her voice laced with irritation.

Anne lowered the final gift box she was holding, her face a mask of calm while her heart shattered inside. She flinched, putting the box away with steady hands that belied the turmoil within, refocusing for the photoshoot. As she watched a frustrated Ray retreat to her office, Anne allowed herself a single, quiet moment of grief for the Mother's Day she had imagined – one filled with warmth and connection – before locking away her disappointment behind her usual stoic facade, smiling brightly for the cameras as she posed, shoulders slightly sagged with the weight of crushing disappointment of not being able to make Ray’s Mother’s Day special.

The day after Mother’s Day
Anne thought it was all over. That she could go sob in a corner over the failure, but at least in peace. However, Ray’s shrill voice soon cut through her heart like a knife, and Anne scurried to see what the matter was. Oh. Her room. Right. Littered messily with hot glue stains, torn paper and everything else she had forgotten to clean up in her hurry to get Ray’s gifts prepared. As Ray lectured her on the importance of….well, whatever Ray was saying, all Anne could hear was her heart beating faster and faster, Ray’s voice nothing more than a distorted and angry yell. Still furious and hurt from the previous day, Anne hurled her feelings out in a cruel stream of words. ”Its no wonder no one loves you. Who could love a monster?”

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𝐓𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬
➪𝙄. 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕
➪𝙄𝙄. 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚜, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚝, 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗
➪𝙄𝙄𝙄. 𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎
➪𝙄𝙑. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢
➪𝙑. 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎
➪𝙑𝙄. 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑
➪𝙑𝙄𝙄. 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜
➪𝙑𝙄𝙄𝙄. 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜
➪𝙄𝙓. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝
➪𝙓. 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜
➪𝙓𝙄. 𝚁𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜
➪𝙓𝙄𝙄. 𝙱𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍
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« “ This is the weave of the world. This is reality. Everything else is nothing but a by-product – random and accidental – of this movement, and this combining of atoms. ” »


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Derivakat| “Toxin”
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⇄ Ⅰ< ⅠⅠ >Ⅰ ↻
Volume: ▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ █
“ Obsessed with me, obsessed with me. You're hooked on me, hooked on ”
“ You think that you can quit me? Better think twice. Addiction taking hold, now I'll become your vice ”
“ Hurts like venom, tastes so sweet. I'm your toxin, come with me ”
𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞
𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 : 17/8/24
𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞
𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜: [in progress]
𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞
𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜: 19/8/24
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𝙄. 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥
➪𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎
Andrea A. Purrukdvta
➪𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
an-dree-uh | pur-ka-dav-tah
➪𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
greek origin | strength & bravery
➪𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎(𝚜)
andie | fatui harbinger arlecchino | former mentor
banished one | sumeru inhabitants
nightmare of the abyss | ????
nightshade | fatui harbinger columbina
➪𝚋𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚡
female
➪𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛
female
➪𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜
she/her
➪𝚊𝚐𝚎
24
➪𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑
14/12/??
➪𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑/𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
Sumeru
➪𝚠𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚣𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚌
sagittarius
➪𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚣𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚌
snake
➪𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕(𝚜)
mythical: dragon | others: ocelot, viceroy butterfly, myrmarachne formicaria
➪𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢
unknown
➪𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎(𝚜)
a polyglot, familiar with all nation’s languages, from inazuma to snezhnaya and many more
➪𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝
chaotic evil
➪𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎
[classfied]
➪𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑
rich enough to get what she wants
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« “ chess piece……the queen ” »

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𝙄𝙄. 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐭, 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧
➪𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎
lightless drifter
➪𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚑
mushroom hodgepodge
➪𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎
The Balemoon’s Enlightenment
➪𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢
five-star
➪𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗(𝚜)
sword
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Name: Absolution
Rarity: five-star
Base attack on lvl. 1: 48
Sub stat: CRIT DMG 9.6%
Weapon refinement: Deathly Pact
CRIT DMG increased by 20%. Increasing the value of a Bond of Life increases the DMG the equipping character deals by 16% for 6s. Max 3 stacks.
➪𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗/𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝
Pyro
➪𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
leopardus pardalis (ocelot)
1. All Reprisals and Arrears, Mine to Bear
Masque of the Red Death is further enhanced, the value of the increase is 100%. Additionally, Andrea’s interruption resistance is increased when she performs Normal or Charged Attacks while affected by the Masque of the Red Death.

2. All Rewards and Retribution, Mine to Bestow
Blood-Debt Directives are now already Blood-Debt Due when first applied.
When Andrea absorbs such a Due, she unleashes Balemoon Bloodfire in front of her, dealing 900% of her ATK as AoE Pyro DMG and increasing her All Elemental RES and Physical RES by 20% for 15s. This effect can trigger once every 10s.
You must first unlock the Passive Talent "Agony Alone May Be Repaid."

3. My Aim is True Till Ends of Time
Increases the Level of Normal Attack: Invitation to a Beheading by 3.
Maximum upgrade level is 15.

4. And My Countenance You Shall Keep
When Andrea successfully absorbs a Blood-Debt Directive, Balemoon Rising's CD will decrease by 2s and 15 Elemental Energy will be restored to her. This effect can occur once every 10s.

5. For Alone, You are Good as Dead
Increases the Level of Balemoon Rising by 3.
Maximum upgrade level is 15.

6. From This Day On, We Shall Delight in New Life Together
The DMG of Balemoon Rising is increased by Andrea's ATK multiplied by 700% of her current Bond of Life percentage. For 20s after Andrea uses All Is Ash, both her Normal Attacks and Elemental Burst gain 10% increased CRIT Rate and 70% increased CRIT DMG. This effect can be triggered up to once every 15s.

➪𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜
𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤(𝐬):
Normal Attack
Performs up to 6 consecutive strikes.

Charged Attack
Consumes a fixed amount of Stamina, dashing toward a nearby opponent and cleaving once.
Continuously holding this button will cause her to consume Stamina and engage in up to 5s of high-speed movement.

Plunging Attack
Plunges from mid-air to strike the ground below, damaging opponents along the path and dealing AoE DMG upon impact.

Masque of the Red Death
When Andrea has a Bond of Life equal to or greater than 30% of her Max HP, she will enter the "Masque of the Red Death" state, where her Normal, Charged, and Plunging Attacks will be converted to deal Pyro DMG. This cannot be overridden.
When in the "Masque of the Red Death" state, Andrea’s Normal Attacks will deal extra DMG to opponents on hit that scales off her ATK multiplied by a certain ratio of her current Bond of Life percentage. This will consume 7.5% of said current Bond of Life. Her Bond of Life can be consumed this way every 0.03s. When her Bond of Life is consumed in this manner, All Is Ash's CD will decrease by 0.8s.

𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥: All is Ash
Summons forth Balemoon Bloodfire, dealing Pyro DMG to multiple nearby opponents and performing a dash-cleave against one of them, dealing AoE Pyro DMG.
Opponents hit by the aforementioned attack will have a Blood-Debt Directive applied to them.

Blood-Debt Directive
Lasts 30s. Every 5s, it will deal 1 instance of Pyro DMG to the opponent. Max 2 instances. This DMG will be considered Elemental Skill DMG.
When Andrea uses a Charged Attack or her Elemental Burst, Balemoon Rising, she will absorb and clear nearby Blood-Debt Directives. Each Directive absorbed grants her a Bond of Life worth 65% of her Max HP.
The maximum value of the Bond of Life she can be granted through Blood-Debt Directives within 35s after using her Elemental Skill is 145% of her Max HP. Using the Elemental Skill again during this duration will restart the count on duration and the limit on the value of Bond of Life she may gain from Blood-Debt Directives.

𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐭: Balemoon Rising
Andrea’s great wing of Balemoon Bloodfire beats as she absorbs and clears Blood-Debt Directives around her. She deals AoE Pyro DMG before clearing the CD of All Is Ash and healing herself. The healing is based on her Bond of Life value and ATK.

𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭(𝐬):

Agony Alone May Be Repaid 1st Ascension Passive
Andrea will be granted a Bond of Life worth 130% of her Max HP when an opponent to which she herself applied a Directive is defeated.
5s after a Directive is applied, it will be upgraded to a Blood-Debt Due. When absorbed, it will instead grant Andrea a Bond of Life worth 130%.
A Bond of Life created in the aforementioned ways cannot exceed the original limit on the value of Bonds of Life obtained through All Is Ash.

Strength Alone Can Defend 4th Ascension Passive
Andrea gains 1% All Elemental and Physical RES for every 100 ATK she has in excess of 1,000. The maximum RES increase she can gain this way for each is 20%.

The Balemoon Alone May Know Utility Passive
While in combat, Andrea gains a 40% Pyro DMG Bonus and can only be healed through Balemoon Rising.

➪𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚜
𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞: Fragment Of Harmonic Whimsy
𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲: five star
1. Flower of Life: Harmonious Symphony Prelude
2. Plume of Death: Ancient Sea’s Nocturnal Musing
3. Sands of Eon: The Grand Jape of the Turning of Fate
4. Goblet of Eonothem: Ichor Shower Raphsody
5. Circlet of Logos: Whimsical Dance of the Withered

𝟐 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬: ATK + 18%
𝟒 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬: When the value of a Bond of Life increases or decreases, this character deals 18% increased DMG for 6s. Max 3 stacks.
➪𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚜
𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: Main DPS
𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤: 26.63 | 342.03 (maxed)
𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞: 764.71 (maxed)
𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲: Melt : adds an additional DMG multiplier to attacks that trigger these reactions
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𝙄𝙄𝙄. 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞
➪𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛/𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚎
red/fox eye
➪𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛
white
➪𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎/𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑
long and wavy, half bun
➪𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝
170cm
➪𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝
53.5kg
➪𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜
ambidextrous
➪𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎
mesomorph
➪𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎
tanned
➪𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑
20

➪𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛(𝚜)
none yet
➪𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚘(𝚜)
a dove - columbina thought it’d be cute
➪𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔(𝚜)
on her stomach. it looked like a flame, causing her parents to abandon her in fear she would bring about calamity
➪𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚏𝚒𝚝(𝚜)
see above - a sleeveless cheongsam with faint cloud patterns
➪𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜
butterfly earrings | a flower headpiece | a choker with a amethyst
➪𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎
Cheryl Texiera - English
Sa Moon Young - Korean
Xu Hui - Chinese
Shizuka Itō - Japanese

➪𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝(𝚜)
her pointed ears are a talking point amongst the people. despite having human parents, her ears have always been naturally, pointy.
➪𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛
none yet
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« “ Poison behind a veneer of decorum ” »

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𝙄𝙑. 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲
➪𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢
She is confident, analytical, and ambitious in their behavior. Andrea loves to pursue knowledge and tend to be very logically minded. She tends to listen to her strong intuition and loves to see how everything connects together. She is focused on the bigger picture and may overlook small details.
Intellectuals are very logical and rational. She bases her decisions on what makes sense and might have a harder time connecting emotionally. Andrea is organized and prefer following a plan, loving to set and achieve goals.
Probably one of the more mentally unstable ones, Andrea is narcissistic and passive aggressive. She is described as a cynical, sadistic and psychopathic person, having long lost the very essence of what it means to be human. She is smart, not just in terms of intellect but also street smarts. But above all, she is manipulative. Is she ever truly on anyone’s side? She can be a saint, she can be a devil, a sweetheart or a monster, depending on her audience.

➪𝚖𝚢𝚎𝚛𝚜-𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎
INTJ The Intellectual | 5w4 The Philosopher | Sagittarius
➪𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚜
¹ confident
² charming
³ intelligent
⁴ adaptable
⁵ logical
➪𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚜
¹ sarcastic
² deceptive
³ selfish
⁴ narcissistic
⁵ sadistic
➪𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎
introvert (but presents as an extrovert)
➪𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎
yandere [in a world where Erin FLC-2001 exists]
➪𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗(𝚜)
a certain android known as Erin
perfection
➪𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚊(𝚜)
atychiphobia | agoraphobia
➪𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚜
human experimentation | reading | chess | archery | birdwatching
➪𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚜
plucking her eyelashes when irritated or upset
rolling her eyes at stupid remarks
laughing at jokes too hard/ten minutes after joke has been told
➪𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝(𝚜)
a good cup of well brewed tea
erin (when she’s listening to andrea)
arlecchino, sandrone & columbina (very rarely)
➪𝚙𝚎𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚎𝚟𝚎(𝚜)
nail biting
confident stupidity (others being)
➪𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜
¹ silver tongued
² deceptive
³ attention to detail
⁴ efficient and precise

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« “ half full? or half empty? ” »
┏━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┓
𝙑. 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞
➪𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎
𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 ; (high)
𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ; (high)
➪𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢
𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲 ; (low)
𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲 ; (low)
𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫 ; (high)
𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ; (low-medium*)
𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 ; (medium*-high)
𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐲 ; (low)
𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 ; (medium-high*)
➪𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚎𝚜
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲 ; (low)
𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ; (medium)
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 ; (low)
𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ; (medium-high*)
𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ; (low*-medium)
𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 ; (low)
𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 ; (low)
➪𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜
𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭 ; (low)
𝐠𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐲 ; (low)
𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝 ; (medium-high*)
𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡 ; (low)
𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡 ; (high)
𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐲 ; (low)
𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 ; (medium-high*)
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┏━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┓
𝙑𝙄. 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡
➪𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚜
pescatarian
➪𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗(𝚜)
[classified]
➪𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛(𝚜)
(past) anorexia
➪𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚎𝚜
stupidity
➪𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎
unstable
➪𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛(𝚜)
[classified]
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┏━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┓
𝙑𝙄𝙄. 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬
➪𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎
9/10
➪𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢
3/10
➪𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚖
4/10
➪𝚠𝚒𝚝
9/10
➪𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢
6/10
➪𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢
5/10
➪𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑
2/10
➪𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎
8/10
➪𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊
7/10
➪𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢
9/10
➪𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊
10/10
➪𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
8/10
➪𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚢
9/10
➪𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚝
8/10
➪𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚝
4/10
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𝙑𝙄𝙄𝙄. 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬
➪𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜
¹ hot cocoa
² a good mystery book
³ jewelry/luxury clothing
⁴ classical music
⁵ alchemy
➪𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜
¹ paperwork (who likes paperwork?)
² driving
³ cheap quality clothes
⁴ any romance books
⁵ crying
➪𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜
𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 ; wine red
𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 ; christmas
𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 ; evening
𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝 ; mushroom soup
𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 ; green tea
𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ; cloudy
𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 ; flowers & morning dew
𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 ; silk
𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 ; archery
𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 ; 寒露 han lu (cold dew)
𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 ; ???
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 ; ???
𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 ; ???
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 ; ???
𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 ; any
𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞 ; classical

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┏━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┓
𝙄𝙓. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭
➪𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝
—
➪𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜
—
➪𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍
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➪𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕
—
➪𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕
—
➪𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝
—
➪𝚗𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚢
—
➪𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎
—
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┏━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┓
𝙓. 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬
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« “ Its nice to have a circle of friends….acquaintances ” »

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𝙓𝙄. 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬

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➪ 𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚊
Not much is known about the Damselette, other than her power which rivalled gods. But to Andrea, the demure, uncaring and sleepy woman is the mother figure Andrea always wanted. One that was just as manipulative as her, just as power hungry yet so charming and innocent upon first glance. Columbina was the first Harbinger to spot her talent, and take a liking to her. The two have spent hours chatting to each other, with Andrea having been nicknamed “little nightshade” by columbina- a reference to the sweet, but deadly berry.
➪ 𝙰𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚘
A mentor and an acquaintance, Andrea holds Arlecchino in high regard. And having been trained by the Knave herself, her fighting style near mirrors her mentor’s- except with a sword. Though perhaps Arlecchino is less favoured than Dottore and Columbina, how she still cares for her children at the House of the Hearth. Andrea would gladly experiment on the kids there, but her respect for the Knave keeps her polite enough during her rare visits to her mentor.
➪ 𝙳𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎
Ah, the Doctor himself. Andrea is far from friends with Dottore, much unlike Arlecchino and Columbina. She is more of a silent observer, watching on in unbridled fascination as Dottore carries out his various experiments. Dottore occasionally explains the more complex nuances of his work, and Andrea drinks it all in with avid attention. Perhaps she’s more of a little student, a potential successor to his work. The two have created several terrifying experiments together, though she has never been allowed to try them out herself.

➪ 𝙳𝚎𝚣𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚎
The tenth harbinger is no stranger to the art of deception, with a mask almost-perfected through years of practice. andrea has always admired this aspect of ray. to andrea, ray is complex, a puzzle she’d like to pick apart, a mix of good and bad all loosely interwoven, and she can’t help but respect and despise ray all at the same time
➪𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
asexual
➪𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
lesbian
➪𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜
FLC-2001 when she exists
?????
➪𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜
taken (by ?????)
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𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ; Ciara Lorelei Thompson
𝐚𝐠𝐞 ; 53
𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ; deceased
a foot soldier for the Fatui - distant and cold
𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ; Alexander Kolstov
𝐚𝐠𝐞 ; 52
𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ; deceased
a fatui pyrogunner - i have a daughter?
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« “ Your past doesn’t decide your future ” »
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𝙓𝙄𝙄. 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝
➪𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍/𝚞𝚙𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐
wandering the halls of the Zapolyarny Palace alone was a frequent occurrence for young andrea. her parents were negligent and left her to her own devices for the most part. She quickly gained her delusion through somewhat mysterious means, proving her worth when she accidentally (on purpose) poisoned an entire family of nobles with a poison that tasted like wine. for a beginner, she wielded a sword quite well, too, and was often found playing with a sword in the training room, moving with a grace and agility that was almost frightening for a six year old. rising in the ranks, she nearly became the fatui’s newest harbinger, before quitting to carve her own path. one that was somehow as dark, or perhaps more twisted than the goal of the tsaritsa. her freedom was only granted at a cost— that she side with the tsaritsa should anything happen. and help out with the occasional mission. but apart from that, she would keep her delusion and remain a lightless wanderer, travelling with a goal only she knew about.


➪𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢
negligent. non-existent, in fact. and so, by the time she was 15, she was given the mission- a test if you will, to kill her parents out of loyalty to the tsaritsa, who had been suspected of betrayal. which andrea did so gladly. slowly, and painfully, as she took the life out of the two adults that had gifted it to her. the only thing they ever did right
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”Would you still love me if you I was a monster?”
“I never did love you” Anne spat, her voice cold, hard. It was a lie, of course—a twisted reflection of the pain she felt. But Ray had never felt further from her, never seemed more like the monster she now knew her to be.


“Anne, could you get me those papers from my office?” Ray calls out, nose buried in a stack of important looking papers. Anne groans, nods, and drags herself out of the chair, heading to Dezerae’s office. She spots the papers on the desk, and picks them up. Out of the corner of her eye, she spots her mom’s laptop screen. It was unlocked. Weird. Dezerae never left her laptop unlocked. Anne should have just ignored it and left, but her curiosity got the better of her. What harm could there be in taking a peek?

Putting the papers aside, she sat down and clicked on the first document she saw. Anne sat back in the office chair lazily, twirling her hair as she waited for it to load. When she saw it’s contents, however, her face turned pale. Pages upon pages of Fatui documents, each far more detailed and gruesome than the other. Ray was a Fatui? Ray? It couldn’t be. With a shaky hand, Anne scrolled down, hoping, praying to find something that proved her mom was simply investigating the Fatui. No such luck. Dezerae Li, Fatui Harbinger…Brighella…The Enchantress… Her vision blurred, and she closed the document, slamming the laptop shut. Realizing she still had to hand Ray the papers, Anne collected herself, taking a deep breath and forcing on a smile. “Here, Ray.” She passed the papers to Ray, trying to appear as normal as possible.

By some miracle, Ray didn’t notice anything wrong. And so, Anne made her way to her room, locking the doors as her facade crumbled. Her chest heaved as if it were collapsing in on itself, each breath more ragged than the last. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears, a relentless drum she couldn't silence. A knot twisted deep in her gut, rising to her throat until she could barely swallow. Her mouth was dry, but the bile threatened to rise. No. This can’t be real. It was a mistake, yes—a cruel, twisted joke. But the words were plain as day, unyielding, as if daring her to deny the truth. The walls of the house felt strangely unfamiliar, every shadow a looming threat, pressing in, closing up, trapping her. Suffocating her. Was Ray still the same person, or had she been living with a monster all along? Were any of their memories together real? Anne's thoughts spiraled, each more frantic than the last, until it became impossible to grasp even one. They all screamed at her, drowning out the world with their chaos. She shook her head, muttering under her breath, ‘No… no, this can’t be.’ But the undeniable truth was right there in front of her—her mother’s name scrawled across the report, tied to unforgivable acts. She thought of the late-night phone calls, the business trips that never seemed to add up. The cold, distant expression Ray wore when she thought no one was watching. How had she not seen it before? A scream built in her throat, but when she opened her mouth, nothing came out. Instead, tears spilled down her face, silent and unrelenting. Anne let out a strangled sob, and without thinking, she grabbed the nearest object—a framed photo of her and her mother—and hurled it across the room. The glass shattered on impact, mirroring the fracture in her heart. Her legs buckled beneath her, and she crumpled to the floor, numb. There was no energy left for anger or grief. Only a hollow void where her thoughts used to be.

The days passed, and Anne found herself taking more and more pills to keep her emotions in check. The grueling world of modeling left no room for silly things like feelings. She found herself modeling more and more outfits requiring gloves. Less crop tops, more dresses, anything- outfits that covered the waist and below. Anne couldn’t stay here anymore. Not when her mother was…was a Fatui member. A high ranked member, a Harbinger. Part of the Fatui, that cruel, vicious organization that was no different- far worse than a mafia. Anne’s mind snapped back to the moment, weeks—no, months ago—when Ray had asked her that unsettling question in a rare, vulnerable moment:
“Would you still love me if you knew I was a monster?”
At the time, Anne had laughed it off. She thought it was one of her mother’s strange jokes, a dark sense of humor Anne had learned to ignore. But now, that question haunted her. Ray knew. She had known all along. It wasn’t a joke—it was a warning. And Anne had been too blind to see it. She laughed bitterly “I never did love you, Dezerae”

tbc!
started: 20/09
last edited: 28/9
expected date of completion: 01/11

"The Songbird’s Echo"

Beneath the stage, where shadows dwell,
A voice once pure, now lost in spell.
Dezerae, with eyes that gleam,
A phantom tied to a fading dream.

Her voice once soared on silver wings,
Through crowded halls, her siren sings.
But gilded tones, now cold with time,
Hide the tarnish beneath the rhyme.

A mask she wears, of charm and grace,
Yet darkness lingers, leaving no trace.
In marble halls, her smile deceives,
Where love was absent, truth bereaves.

She weaves her webs with silken lies,
A vixen veiled in her own disguise.
Yet within her heart, the aching grows,
For a family that she never knows.

Though bound to power, a mentor’s praise,
Her longing eyes still seek the rays
Of warmth that never reached her soul,
A price paid for her heart’s control.

In shadows deep, she finds her place,
A fleeting glimpse of soft embrace.
For Dezerae, the songbird flown,
Still yearns to find a love her own.

Ophelia woke to a thin sliver of sunlight creeping across the bedroom floor, illuminating her arm in a dusty beam. The burn was instantaneous, like acid biting into flesh, and she screamed, rolling off the bed and into the shadowy corner, clutching her smoldering arm. The pain clawed at her insides, surging up her throat, raw and uncontainable.

She staggered to her feet, legs trembling, and rushed to shut the curtains. Darkness swallowed the room, and only then did her vision settle, sharpening until she could make out every line of dust in the air, every subtle crack in the walls. Her senses throbbed, hyper-aware of every sound, every faint scent drifting from the world beyond.

And then the hunger. It coiled low in her stomach, a deep, wrenching void that clawed at her insides with a need so fierce it brought her to her knees. She pressed her palms against the floor, clamping her mouth shut, afraid of the things she might scream.

The door creaked open. “Ophie?” Huixin’s voice was a soft murmur. The sound of her own name, once so familiar and gentle, now grated against her eardrums. She bit back a whimper, her nails scraping into the wood.

“I’m fine,” she lied, her voice shaky. She dared not look at Huixin, dared not breathe in that warm, all-too-tempting scent.

“Are you… hurt?” Huixin took a tentative step forward, but Ophelia raised a trembling hand.

“Stay back.” Her voice cracked, an edge of desperation slipping through. She didn’t want Huixin to see her like this—sweating, shaking, barely holding herself together. She squeezed her eyes shut, but she could still feel the hunger, gnawing and relentless.

Another step, and Huixin’s hand rested on her shoulder. That gentle, grounding touch, once her anchor, now burned through her skin like fire, sparking a maddening need she couldn’t control.

“Ophelia…” Huixin whispered, concern thick in her voice. “Please, let me help.”

But something snapped. She opened her eyes, and for a brief, horrifying moment, she saw herself reflected in Huixin’s gaze—lips pulled back in a snarl, eyes wild, every muscle coiled like a predator ready to pounce. She tried to pull away, tried to stifle the scream building in her chest, but the hunger was too deep, too demanding.

And before she could stop herself, her body surged forward, her senses flooding with Huixin’s warmth, the pulse beneath her skin, the life she craved. Huixin’s scream pierced the silence, but Ophelia couldn’t stop, couldn’t think—she was lost in the frenzy, in the sick, overpowering relief that drowned out every ounce of reason.

When the haze cleared, she was on her knees, hands drenched in blood, the lifeless weight of Huixin’s body slumped against her. Her fingers trembled as she traced the lines of Huixin’s face, the familiar contours now painted in red. She stared down at what she had done, her heart an empty, hollow cavern.

The hunger was gone, but in its place, there was nothing. Not grief, not rage. Only an apathetic emptiness that stretched out inside her, vast and unfeeling. She brushed a lock of Huixin’s hair from her face, the gesture gentle, almost reverent.

There should have been tears, there should have been agony. But all Ophelia felt was the faint whisper of a memory—a life she’d held dear slipping through her fingers, already fading to nothing.

She closed her eyes, letting the darkness swallow her whole.



”I don’t blame you, Ophie” | ”You should…I’m a monster”