Fantasy i am the villainess // cs

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For now, I will have you do basics, and once I have accepted you, you can do a full character sheet and I'll dm you the discord link!

Name:
Age (20+):
Role:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Brief Personality:
Brief History:
Other: (For the villainess, maybe what they did before they came too this new world?)

DUE: 11/16/24

ROLES CURRENTLY ACCEPTED:
The Goddess


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[AnemoVictorious]

Name: Rosalie Hughes
Age: 21
Role: Animal Whisperer
Gender: Cis-Female, She/Her
Sexuality: Bisexual Biromantic
Brief Personality: A bit shy, prefers solitude, struggles with talking to other people and prefers to surround herself with nature.
Brief History: Growing up poor, Rosalie preferred solitude, afraid of judgement from those around her. Many of the forest animals flocked to her, and she befriended them, as well as the advisor of Parlton. As she grew older, she developed feelings for him, but was too afraid to act on them. While at first she is seen as a friend to the heroine, if not just a love rival during the Advisor's route, she comes into her own as a villainess when befriending a witch's familiar. Rosalie makes a deal with the witch to become more confident and be able to express her feelings, however this leads to her tragic fate. With the witch taking control of her slowly, Rosalie loses access to her body and is eventually killed to put her out of her misery.
Other: Prior to being Isekai'd, she was studying to be a veterinarian.

FaceClaim: Aya MAruyama from Bang Dream! Girls Band Party (Image source: Card from the game, Maruyama is Here (Bloomed)

let me know if this backstory isn't okay / wouldn't fit the world of this rp! ^^

 

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Welcome To The Fire

PRINCE LYSANDER

AGE ────── 25 yrs.

GENDER ────── M

SEXUALITY ────── Heteromantic.

BRIEF PERSONALITY ────── Lysander is as much flame as he is man. He burns with a passionate, unruly energy that can spark both awe and caution in those around him. His fundamental temperament is that of a wildfire — unpredictable, fierce, and unrestrained. Unlike his composed, poised brother, Lysander feels every emotion in extremes, letting them consume him as readily as dry kindling, leaving no room for half-measures or restraint. With his innate ability to wield fire, it’s as if his very soul is made of embers that refuse to cool.

And how could they, when living in the shadows of his brother’s icy grace and the kingdom’s subsequent admiration? In the face of this, Lysander’s defiant nature has only intensified. He’s all heat and rebellion, fueled by a kingdom that mistrusts his power and keeps him at arm’s length. This resentment fuels his resolve to prove himself, even if that means embracing the raw, volatile nature others fear. His interactions, like his emotions, often come in bursts — friendly one moment, blazing with irritation the next, giving him the reputation of a “firecracker.”

Underneath, Lysander is more than the destruction he wields. There’s a wounded pride in him, a fierce longing to escape the shadows cast by his family’s past and his brother’s legacy. Though he carries his mother’s fire affinity, he’s driven by a hunger to prove that he’s more than a weapon of war or a reflection of the kingdom’s history. If his brother is the winter frost that preserves Parlton and all it stands for, Lysander is the inferno that could melt away its traditions and reshape it, all the while dancing dangerously close to the edge of control...

BRIEF HISTORY ────── ...

 

[Gundam Watcher 27]

(Art by ShootingStarDreamer)
Name:
Rin Hardt
Age: 25
Role: The Animal Whisperer/Barbarian
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay
Brief Personality: Has a strong hatred for the wealthy, and wishes to demolish the capitalistic government that is within the kingdom. He likes animals, and has befriended many wild critters within the forest. He can be pretty lazy at times, contrary to his own desires to bring down the government, but when he puts his mind to it, he can accomplish many things, which can be quite scary if one of his goals could hurt another person.

Brief History:
Born into a poor family in a run down village, Rin had to learn to fend for himself. He went to the nearby woods to do so. While in the forest, he discovered his ability to befriend animals, which he would then use to his advantage. Whenever a rich Noble passed through the woods, Rin gave the signal, and a bunch of woodland critters would ambush the Noble, stealing whatever looked expensive enough. Once Rin got the stolen goods, he went back to the village to share with the poor.

Rin met a certain someone at a young age, but because of how long its been since they spoke, Rin doesn't remember them.

Other: Originally a pizza delivery girl who worked hard at her job. She was aiming to save up enough money in order to get a new car, and used a rental to go from door to door during deliveries. Unfortunately one afternoon, she got in a accident, which killed her. Then she woke up in a man's body.​

 

[SavannahSmiles]

Iaira

child of the sea

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  Iaira Belmont

  real name

  Nagisa, Umiko

  age

  20

  role

  The Mermaid

  gender

  Female | She/Her

  sexuality

  Pansexual

  magic

  Water Manipulation & Healing
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  height

  Mermaid Form~ 5'2" | 157 cm
  Human Form~ 4'11" | 150 cm

  weight

  Mermaid Form~ 110 lbs | 50 kg
  Human Form~ 100 lbs | 45 kg

  hair

  Long curls that tumble well past her waist, sea-green in color. Most days Iaira will let her curls tumble loose around her shoulders or she will braid the strands into two long braids that she ties off with some ribbons, with some loose pieces framing her heart-shaped face.

  eyes

  Azure in color like the bluest ocean, Iaira's eyes are framed by thick, dark lashes. They are generally bright with joy but will turn a stormy blue whenever she is upset.

  physique

  Lithe and slender, Iaira seems small for a girl her age and is often mistaken for being younger than she actually is. Her blue eyes are her most noticeable feature, set in a heart-shaped face with rounds cheeks, full lips and a delicate nose.

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  likes

  + Watching the sun rise
  + Sweets
  + Cute animals
  + Soft blankets
  + Coffee / Tea
  
  

  dislikes

  - Cold weather
  - Rainy days
  - Spiders
  - Weird textures, especially in foods
  - Large crowds of people
  
  

  fears

  Deep bodies of water | Storms
  
  

  headcanons

  ↬ Scrunches up her nose when she is confused about something
  ↬ Taps her fingers together when she is trying to lie
  ↬ Twirls her hair when she is nervous
  ↬ Tends to force a smile when she is upset or angry, she pretends that everything is fine
  ↬ Flusters easy, blushes even easier
  ↬ Love language is physical touch
  ↬ She tends to hum softly to herself whenever she is concentrating on something
  ↬ Likes collecting seashells and sea glass
  ↬ Her small form grants her speed and agility in the water; she’s faster than you might think
  

  personality

  Iaira always seems to emanate a warm and kind aura, with a gentle smile that is freely given to everyone. She is always looking for the hint of good in even the worst of people and events, searching for ways to make things better.
  
  She is always trying to take care of the people around her but in doing so Iaira sometimes forgets to take care of herself as well.
  
  A kind-hearted soul by nature, Iaira's empathetic tendencies lead her to lending a helping hand whenever she is able and she is unable to turn away from a person in need of help.
  
  She is fairly decent at masking her emotions, which leads others to believe that she is calm and collected but in reality, she is just able to hide how she is truly feeling.
  
  She can also be a bit of a perfectionist; she tends to be very hard on herself when she is unable to complete a task to her satisfaction and she has a bad habit of comparing her accomplishments (or lack there of) to the accomplishments of others.
  
  Due to her masking her emotions at times, instead of confronting her negative emotions in a healthy way, Iaira bottles them up until she is eventually over-whelmed by them.
  
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  out-of-game

  Umiko grew up in a small village by the sea. Her parents had trouble conceiving in the past and they were worried they would never have a child of their own, so when Umiko was born they believed it was a blessing from the Gods.
  
  From the moment she came into this world, her parents had her whole life planned out. They wanted her to grow up to be a wife and have children; they said it was her duty to the Gods for allowing her to be born. But even at a young age Umiko knew that this wasn't what she wanted to do with her life.
  
  One day Umiko and some other children snuck onto a boat and rowed it out to sea. The day had been bright and sunny, but on the ocean storms can be upon you before you are even aware of it.
  
  The air turned cold and worried eyes turned to the quickly darkening sky and after a quick discussion, the children began their journey back to shore.
  
  But such a small craft could not withstand the might of the ocean. The boat over-turned, dumping the children into the cold, dark abyss. Umiko later washed up onto the shore of her village, the only survivor from their adventure out to open sea. This reaffirmed her parents beliefs that she was blessed by the Gods and they became even stricter with what she could and could not do.
  
  Distraught by what happened and unable to find comfort and solace with her parents, Umiko turned to drawing and painting. The white canvas accepted all of her pain and emotions with open arms. She knew her parents would disapprove and tried to hide her artwork from them over the years.
  
  But they eventually discovered her secret. They were furious she had went behind their backs as she did and in their rage they destroyed all of her artwork right in front of her eyes.
  
  Umiko was sent to Tokyo to a private academy with her parents hopes that she would learn to accept the path they have paved for her. But sending her away from them was their worst mistake.
  
  As soon as she graduated, Umiko used the money she had saved up from selling her artwork during her time in school to move into an apartment; she has not had contact with her parents since they sent her away and she hopes to keep it that way.

  
  
  

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  One early morning Tobias Belmont headed down to the docks to get a head start on fishing when he stumbled across a surprise that stopped him in his tracks. There in the bottom of his boat, bundled in a swaddling of seaweed and fish netting was a tiny baby, tufts of hair as sea-green as the water below the vessel. Tobias was at a loss, whose child had been left in his boat? He went around town asking the townsfolk but no one confessed to having ever seen the child before.
  
  Left with no choice. Tobias took the child in as his own. Fatherhood was the toughest storm he had ever weathered but he gave it all to give his daughter a good life. Her strange lineage was found out early on in her childhood. The toddler had tripped and fallen off the docks into the water and by the time her father had noticed the bubbles, he was terrified it was already too late. But diving in after the child revealed a shock even greater than when he found her: Iaira had grown a tail and gills.
  
  The townsfolk were no strangers to the tales of mermaids and they were wary around the half-breed, uncertain if she would bring luck or ruin to their town. Despite Iaira growing up and trying to use her abilities for the good of her village, it didn't stop the fingers pointed in blame whenever they lost a ship to a vicious storm.

  
  
  

  RElationships

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coded by natasha.

 

[Fabrikator.Nova]

demons

hidden citizens ft. Ryan Innes

the demon princess

R

equisite.

name

Lacia Arcaela Ataraxia Rosegrave

age

24

gender

Cisgender Female

sexuality

Demisexual

quote:

"I would challenge you to a battle of wits, but I see you are unarmed."

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ersonality.

Lacia is

Deeply Compassionate

and always willing to lend a hand to the helpless and needy knowing what it feels like to be in a tough situation without any hope. Even as she is seen as someone to be avoided, this does not stop her innate empathy and dedication to preventing harm from befalling others. Her altruism knows no bounds and she likes to be among people when able.

Intelligent

and quite the scholarly genius, the Demon Princess seeks to know everything she can about topics and subjects that interest her-- particuarly her ability to summon infernal beasts and creatures. With powers as misunderstood as they are, Lacia leaves nothing to chance and can be overwhelming to converse with given her wide breadth of knowledge. She likes to call herself the 'Eternal Student'. The Demon Princess is fiercely

Loyal

, ready and willing to stand beside those she considers close. Her loyalty is borderline self-sacrificing in times of need due to how she's is viewed by the general, unknowing populace. Lacia feels she needs to prove herself twice as hard as anyone else given the origins of her powers and how she is seen as almost...evil.

Such could not be further from the truth if one would only give her the chance.

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istory

The product of an unholy union between a kindhearted nobleman and an ambitious Demoness, Lacia Arcaela Ataraxia Rosegrave is a playable character in the game Phantoms of Love that is on a harder difficulty setting due to the intolerant nature of the commonfolk in relation to her heritage. The union of light and dark could never be natural and a rumor was born of the fear: that the offspring of unnatural birth would bring wrath and ruin to Parlton one day. Such fearmongering gossip proved effective however because Lacia grew up isolated and alone...were it not for the friendships forged with other 'Villainesses' and in particular, with 'The Hot-Headed Prince'.

As a child, Lacia's life was defined by fear and loneliness. She was an innocent, curious soul and often had questions for just about everything. Her father was a patient man and did his best to sate his daughter's hungry mind but found he could not keep up with her myriad of questions. The nobleman hired many a tutor to foster his child's curiosity and while she blossomed intellectually, it was difficult to make friends with the rumors about her spreading from household to household. At the age of six, her first demon familiar—a hulking creature of flame and shadow—manifested before her. It was a terrifying sight; its eyes burning with a primal hunger for destruction and the need to fulfill it. Lacia, frightened and confused, didn’t understand what it wanted or what was happening...she could only stare in silent disbelief. She tried to dismiss it, but the demon, bound to her by blood, would not leave and pledged itself to the girl's pure heart.

From that moment on, demons began to flock to her, shadows responded to her presence, all were drawn to her power though she was too young to properly control them. In the manor, servants whispered behind her back, calling her a monster. Children would run in fear when she passed by. Even her father—blessed with gentleness—could only offer words of comfort, unable to stop the growing tide of unease around her.

As Lacia’s powers grew with each passing year, the weight of her heritage became harder to bear. Fearing for her safety and future, her father made the painful decision to send her away to Parlton, a larger city where she might find a new life. There, he arranged for her to be married to a prince, though winning the prince’s heart was up to Lacia herself. But after years of being treated as an outcast, Lacia had little time for romance. Instead, she sought refuge in the quiet corners of libraries, immersing herself in books long into the night and offering much of her other time to charity and fostering community.

Torn between the mortal and infernal worlds, Lacia does her best to forge her own path in a way that would not bring dishonor to her family or bring destruction to the people of Parlton. Her dream is that one day, she will find the place where she can fully, truly belongs—among those who understand that the heart of a demon can still be pure.

Before being pulled into Phantoms of Love, Mina Ravencroft grew up in a privileged family that both reveled in and flaunted their wealth. She couldn't have been more different from them and she often poked fun at their selfishness and materialism with sharp, witty remarks that went completely over their heads to stave off the embarrassment of being related to such gluttonous beings. Determined to distance herself from her family’s shallow lifestyle, Mina immersed herself in community work, leading countless fundraising initiatives for charity. If her family couldn’t care less about their legacy, then she would be the one to change it.

However, tragedy struck when Mina was suddenly struck by a debilitating illness, leaving her bedridden and powerless. Frustrated and angry that her body decided to give out at the most inopportune time, she could only pray for another chance to keep going...to keep doing good in fear that all of her efforts would be squandered away into the shadows by those that shared her last name--blood relations who cared little for the responsibilities tied to it.

g

allery.

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[ERode]

Isidore de Lautreamont
24 y/o | The Advisor | Male | Heterosexual​

Brief Personality
If the Crown Prince of Parlton is cold, then his Advisor is dark.

An overbearing intellect has decayed what moral foundations Isidore de Lautreamont may have had in his childhood. Having taken up the responsibilities of his father at a young age, he cannot help but think in numbers, in advantages and disadvantages. He makes suggestions that others would see as cruel, and breaks down lives into mere pieces on the board. For the purpose of maintaining order, for the purpose of keeping the squabbling nobles in check, Isidore will do what he must.

Parlton must survive. Parlton must prosper. Parlton must dominate.

But he is not stupid.

Isidore knows that the burden he bears for the sake of the kingdom is not something that he can bear perpetually. Thus, on occasion, he slips out of the finery of the aristocracy and adopts the attire of a lesser noble. On such occasions, he can enjoy a sliver of false normalcy, step aside his calculations and cruelties, act upon the impulses that see him stride through a forest or feed a bird, dip his feet into the lapping waves or enjoy a meal in some far-flung tavern. Speak with people who knew not his identity, who knew not that he was the reason why taxes had been increased, that the national draft had returned.

He is a hypocrite and a liar, callously seeking only the most efficient manner in which to secure Parlton’s security. Lesser men would have trouble sleeping at night, or would slip into madness. His father was an alcoholic, his grandfather a monster.

But Isidore? He just compartmentalizes and goes on his way.

Brief History
There are many advisors. And then, there is The Advisor.

The Profound Silence. The Lord of Wolves. The Minister of Wartime Affairs.

It was not always an honor born by House Lautreamont, but it was one that they earned over generations of work, of study, of espionage. Ensuring that the royal bloodline remained uninterrupted. Ensuring that there were always eyes upon King Zulbric, that incomprehensible immortal. Ensuring that their still-greater neighbor, the Kingdom of Dokevri, remained a trade partner with little ability to influence the court. So many insurances, so many shadows. It was a profession where one failure was enough to disgrace a family for generations. Where the bearer of the titles burnt out like brilliant stars, or were forever cursed by the people. The General could earn their glories, their romances, their military accolades, but the Advisor was at once the decision-maker and the scapegoat.

And Isidore was raised to become as such.

There was no room for childhood fantasies, only for preparation. The burden of responsibility was akin to a guillotine resting upon his neck, blade sharp enough just to draw blood, but he grew accustomed to it. The anticipation, the fear, kept him sharp. The possibility of a shameful, family-scarring downfall ensured that he would never make a rash decision. He was raised into this. He excelled at this. There was no need to attend any colleges or universities, not when the best tutors of the realm had already been coming in and out of the estate since he was ten. He attended to the court when he was merely fifteen, and gained the privilege of being able to seek audience with the Crown Prince at seventeen. By the time he was twenty, he had been elevated to the role his father possessed, finally freeing the miserable man from his tenure.

No looking back after that. There were networks of spies he had to manage, demonic magics he had to investigate, criminal syndicates he needed to gain the allegiance of, and taxpayers that needed to be squeezed dry. He was a busy, busy, busy man.

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But he always set some time aside, to slip back into the countenance and mannerisms of a 'Count Vaquelin', to visit the forests surrounding the capital city, the villages that depend on the clemency of the kingdom to persist.

To meet a villager girl with a strange gift for endearing herself to birds and beasts, and to whittle away the time until he was ready to serve the Kingdom once more.

 

[houseplant]

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about

name

Adelaide St. Claire

nickname

Adel

role

The Goddess

age

Twenty-three

sexuality

heterosexual

Born in the church and with a rare affinity to light magic, Adelaide had it all from a young age. Everything she had wanted was given too her with ease, any clothing item that he caught her eye or any book she had heard the other ladies speak about, but the only thing she never could truly have was the crown prince himself. When they were children they were betrothed so the church and the royal family could keep a strong relationship, despite her lack of royal blood she was the daughter of the high priest and highly influential.

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persona

fc: ange from fallen to paradise credit to the artist team

Empathetic but selfish, Adelaide is full of contradictions. To the people who rely on her healing, she's kind and compassionate, but to everyone else, she's aloof. She has no time for anyone under her or for anyone too get in her way. While she's empathetic to a fault, she also does not care much for those who are not close too her. She would do anything for those close too her, but strangers are different. The church was full of corruption, and she was always taught too look after herself before anyone else.

While intelligent academically, she lacks an understanding of emotions, and had a hard time reading those around her. She also lacks a lot of experience, never allowed to leave the church unless it was too the palace. She aches for freedom and too see things she;s never seen before and see the world for what it truly is, and not the rose colored glasses her family tries to put onto her.

Once you are able too pull past the facade and meet her for who she truly is, you'll learn just how soft and fragile she is behind the tough facade, and how much she longs for more adventure and too see things she's never seen before.

History & Abilities

From a young age Adelaide had her path laid out for her. While her younger brother would take over the church, she was just a pawn in her parents political gain. As soon as she had barely entered her teens she was already engaged too the crown prince of the nation, thrust into the spotlight in every given opportunity so her parents could boast and call her a blessed child, flaunting her abilities and status like it was their own. With her ability too manipulate light and harness it for healing, she became a symbol for healing in the church and it's followers, and all she could remember from her childhood was the constant nosebleeds and overexertion. She ended up being more prone to sickness compared too other children, but her parents continued too push and push at her.

The only time she was able too leave was when she was visiting the royal family or for towns visits her parents controlled, and she never could even get a step out of their sights. The only person who never made her feel trapped was the Crown Prince himself. She often used him as an excuse when they were younger, just a way too get out of the church, but she did slowly start too form affection for him the more she met him. Even though she resented him when she was young for the situation they were in, as she grew older it turned into a sense of pride and happiness to be by his side.

In the original game, her villain story starts with the Crown Prince falling for the main character, and she starts to see her childhood love be tore from her. It starts out as minor bullying, as the affection rate goes up she turns the church against her with baseless rumors and blackmail. Along the line there's an assassination attempt towards the main character which leads later on to have her status revoked and too be executed.

Her abilities are all attributed to light. She can brighten a room, or blind somebody, but her powers mostly come in the form of healing. She can't heal chronic illnesses, but she can heal battle wounds and minor sicknesses, which leaves her very busy during times of war. Her biggest weakness is darkness, and is honestly a huge fear of hers. She can't stand too be in an unlit room, the darkness threatening too swallow her whole.

 

[Atamita]

Name: Ivy Maia Caelistis

Age (20+): 24

Role: The Animal Whisperer

Gender: Cisgender Woman

Sexuality: Heterosexual (In-Game & Reincarnator)

In-Game Quote: "So willing to die and toil for me... These animals... I wish you can become that, my dear Advisor, and stay besides me forever..."

Brief Introduction:
Villaness Ivy Maia Caelistis has always grown up shy with little to no socialization in her family when her family and the little village she lives relies far more on working hard in their farms than to chat with one another, leaving her in loneliness. The animals were her friend, her family, and everything. If she said to leap, they'd leap. If she said to jump, they'd jump. However, seeing sight of a young man one day in her childhood might just be everything she needed to shed off that loneliness.

The New Ivy reincarnating into this world knows one thing only and the only way she knows she can be loved and accepted into society: reputation, an overly caring obsession over what everyone thought of her and the inability to be her true self to anyone else. Armed with the new ability to control animals, she found that to be rather useless as the animals acted much like dolls, hypnotized under her control for her to do whatever she wanted. However, humans on the other hand... The only thing capable of hugging her and telling her how great she is and is doing... Just might lead her to be desperate to the point that the Old Ivy was.


Personality/History:

Spoiler: (In-Game Villaness)

Ivy has always been a meek child since birth, tending to her own, and flocking among the animals even with the presence of her family. She felt so lonely that she may as well have been an orphan in the life she lived. She has never been one that is popular among town but neither unpopular either. Just ignorable, that is until... she met The Advisor who seemed to notice what's hidden. Being seen by him, she was scared at first but the loneliness got the better of her as she still talked to him despite her far. She had always assumed The Advisor was strange and mysterious but nonetheless a commoner just like her. That is until he disappeared for a long time.

It doesn't matter if it'd had been months or weeks or if Parlton was going up in flames. It was far too long for her loneliness and she sent her animals tracking after his scent. She had never known what nobility is like but she'd imagine that it was always filled with laviousness and constant socializing from her surface-level understanding. That's why it shocked her to know that The Advisor was a noble but... being a noble is okay... right? He... wouldn't prefer... the noble women better than her, right?...

Paranoia seized her. All the animals in her command flocked to spy on him leaving her family destitute but she did not care. She needed to know what he's doing and who he's talking to. Every animal had to be under her command as she couldn't be there to see him. She'd robbed pets, animals of all kinds, leaving tears of separation everywhere all for her selfishness. All animals have to flock to her even if it meant using her ability to damage and drain the life out of other crops and making hers flourish only so the animals would come.

This would eventually secretly earn her the reputation of as The Beast-Robber of Parlton that may catch attention as she continues her actions on.

Though alas, she was a only a girl relying on animals to do her bidding due to how vulnerable she was. She was no spymaster or skilled manipulator, her trail would be exposed one day leading others to her as one night, a human came after having tracked her down. The animals were still, unable to alert her or react in any way as they were under her abilities, leaving her open to a brutal hit behind her head. The animals fled, all trampling on her body, as her last vision being a figure cradling one of the animals and crying.

Spoiler: (Reincarnator)

The new Ivy has always remember one thing about her past life: don't screw up your reputation. Her name is forgotten and so is her family from whatever life she had previously but she never forgot about this. Reputation is everything and surely it will make her be treated better by people. Surely, it means the family that has never once cared about her as Ivy would start caring about her again.

Going into her new body, she is aware of the implication the old Ivy has found herself in and is ready to embrace herself as "Ivy" with no ties to family left but just an idea and belief. Annoyed with this prospect of possible exposure for being an animal kidnapper, the new Ivy seeks to immediately resolve this by returning the partially stolen animals the old Ivy was in the middle of collecting without it sticking to her. However, if the string of animal kidnapping was tied to her then she'd have a difficult time managing that reputation in front of The Advisor. Old Ivy was a villain already. There was no need for her to be one but for protecting that reputation and positive view of her that she just might get rid of anyone who could spread badness about her.

Of course, when The Advisor meets her, she does have to hide and clean up the mess of the previous Ivy well but how does one outsmart and outhide The Advisor of Parlton?

Though the more she lives as Ivy, the more her previous life creeps up in her reflex and memories like holding a rubbing her wrist as if hurt when the only damage she remembers came for her head.

She does have a curious streak so if she ever met The Mermaid or realized The Mermaid is half-beast, she wouldn't mind... trying to see if her abilities work on her... That would mean that's one person she doesn't have to worry about reputation in front of if successful.

Other: (Partial Spoilers about the Reincarnator) She was a daughter of a strict family that pushed for reputation above all things to look perfect, and that idea of perfectionism and reputation has been imbued in her since birth. Crying as a kid got her nowhere but just a dear phone from mommy to shut up. Telling her father there is an emergency or her sibling is bleeding got her nothing unless it made everyone look bad.

 

[IG42]

Name: Prince Lycaon

Age: 27
Role: Crown Prince
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Demisexual

Brief Personality: They say whenever Lycaon enters a room the temperature drops several degrees, those unfamiliar with the crown prince may wonder if that is his power over ice leaking out but those who have met Lycaon for themselves know he is far too self-controlled to allow that, the chill comes when you look into his eyes.

To almost everyone Lycaon is a cold inscrutable wall and only a tiny handful can glimpse what lies on the other side, to those select few he still remains inexpressive for the most part aside from flashes of deadpan wit.

If asked to name a flaw in Lycaon those who dare to will point to his inability to delegate any matter of significance, this tendency is born out of not fully trusting anyone aside from his Advisor and The General.

Brief History: Firstborn son of the Parlton royal family Lycaon was set on the path to the throne from his first day and has held to that course ever since through the birth of his brother and his childhood betrothal to The Goddess in spite of his growing reservations at the arrangement as his awareness of romance developed over time.

 

[x_Tasia_X]

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misc

name.

Nina Simone Riviera

alias.

Witch of the Woods

age.

23

gender.

Female

sexuality.

Bisexual

mbti.

INFP

role.

The Animal Whisperer

you poor thing. sweet, mourning lambs. there is nothing you can do. it’s already been done.

eyes.

Hazel

hair.

Dark brown

skin.

Warm bronze

weight.

112 lbs

height.

5' 1"

body distinguishing features.

Freckled skin

art cred.

1,2 - me 3 - liklihood.artz

overview.

Nina at a first glance is relatively quiet and curious and holds an innate respect for all life. She values uniqueness and things that are considered strange. She is surprisingly extroverted, though her glaringly obvious lack of social experience makes her hesitant to engage with others. She also seems rather naive. Nina is often hopeful, though, she’ll lay it on thick sometimes and purposefully portrays herself as naive if she thinks it’ll be beneficial.

At the same time, Nina wishes for independence and dislikes relying on others for support. However, in the scenario she’s in now, she is forced to. She holds herself to an impossibly high standard and is prone to self-criticism and self-doubt. Her fear of not being good enough drives her to work tirelessly to achieve her definition of success, but this often comes with disregarding her well-being.

Nina struggles with a deep sense of shame and self-doubt, one that seems completely unwarranted to the objective eye. But being raised the way she was instilled in her a deep hatred for herself. She feels unworthy of love and struggles to accept kindness or support from others. Nina frequently romanticizes her struggle. Her pain and loneliness is all she’s ever known. When she hurts and pushes through the suffering, it means that what she’s doing matters. Though, she never tries to alleviate herself of any of it, she never tries to attain happiness for herself. By stewing in her suffering the way she does, Nina can convince herself that the terrible things that happen to her are her fault. That makes her feel like she at least has a little bit of control.

Although her behavior is sometimes quite dishonest or manipulative, it never seems to stem from a place of malice. She's extremely guarded and will resort to lying and manipulating people if it means they will stay a metaphorical arms-length away. She’s terrified of anyone seeing her for what she is, rotten and pitiful, easy to hurt. Nina is terrified of being hurt. And if she never lets anyone in, then no one could hurt her in a way that matters.

Nina desperately wants to be with people, but she is absolutely terrified of them at the same time. There isn’t anything that could hurt you the way a person could; especially a person you hold close to your heart. Nina aims to keep her wretched little heart safe.

"what a privilege it was to matter to you"

style.

Loose, flowy dresses, usually. She doesn’t often wear tight clothing because it’s harder to move in. She’s never worn a corset or anything close to it. She likes earthy colors and warm colors, but her favorite color is pink. She doesn’t get to wear the color often because those kinds of colors are more expensive and she could only afford one pink dress. Nina accessorizes quite a bit; flower necklaces, homemade beaded jewelry, the crows sometimes stole things for her… but she always made them put those back! Promise—
Nina doesn’t have many nice shoes either. She’s often barefoot in the forest, but she wears shoes in other places.

hobbies.

Making jewelry with cheap beads, frolicking in the woods, tree climbing, reading, botany

ambitions.

Nina would like to be enough for somebody.

fears.

Emotional vulnerability and humiliation.

aversions.

Loud places, unnecessary hunting

ailments.

None

Empathetic

"She must have been so lonely…"

Open-minded

"What makes you different makes you who you are. One of a kind."

Hopeful

"No matter what, I still want to try.”

Observant

"You always look down when you lie. What really happened?"

Loyal

"Say the word and I’ll be there."

Dishonest

"Sometimes it’s better to lie. I don’t want anyone to worry."

Inconsiderate

"This is for the best. Even if you don’t realize it now. "

Insecure

“It is deserved.”

Hypocritical

"..."

Envious

"You’re incredible, I couldn’t be as brave as you."

"you will break your promise. i understand. and i will hold my hands over the ears of my heart, so that i will not hate you.”

history.

Nina’s family were merchants from far off in the south. Nina was very small when she and her family left their home to come to Parlton to make their fortune. Though, they chose the wrong time to come to the kingdom. Thanks to the rising tensions with Zulbric, the people weren’t welcoming to outsiders and they were quite cruel to Nina and her family. They went broke very quickly, no one wanted to buy their wares and her father and mother had to resort to harsh work to make enough money for them to live. Her father put on a strong face for Nina, when he had the time to be with her, he’d tell her that one day they would raise enough money to go back home. And everything would go back to normal. Nina was a smart girl and she knew that wouldn’t happen— but she appreciated the attempt of comfort.

The children of their town weren’t different from the adults. Most children mimick their parents, after all. Nina was very harshly bullied by her peers her age. At first, they would isolate and ignore her. But when Nina continually tried to speak to them, the bullying became outright and malicious. They'd throw things at her and call her names, Parlton had no need for outsiders, and they made it clear. It got to the point where Nina stopped going to school, out of fear she would be hurt again.

Nina spent her days in the forest, instead of school, after that. She found peace for the very first time. The forest was quiet and isolated from people. She didn’t have to watch her back constantly, didn’t have to hear someone call her awful names. Soon enough, Nina learned something curious. The forest seemed to welcome her. Animals showed an uncharacteristic curiosity about her, openly approaching her when she was there. Nina had never had anyone be curious about her. She was always met with hostility. But here, she was welcomed and accepted. The bears would let her ride on their back, the wolves would muzzle her hand when she pet them, the deer would gather around her when she napped in the grass. She felt loved— special.

She met someone else too. Not an animal, but a boy. Quiet— but not mean. He would sit near the tree line and read. She couldn’t tell if he was there to hurt her, too, so she was hesitant to say anything. But she found out that he was clever— he’d spotted her easily and let her think she was being sneaky.

Nina was quite awestruck by the revelation. She thought that he had to be really smart to spot her, and he knew she was there and didn’t do anything to hurt her. So he must be nice! Nina was eager to make a friend she could talk to and they did become friends— more or less, she thought they were friends. She’d bring him little gifts from the woods to bribe him into being her buddy, like a lucky clover or a flower bracelet.

Nina inevitably grew up, by the time she was a young woman, she had been seeing less and less of her friend. A visit from him became a rare spotting.

[ The Villainess’s Downfall]

When the heroine enters the ordeal, Nina watches from afar. She starts seeing him spending more time with her, and envy seeded itself deep in her heart. Suddenly she realized that she had feelings for the advisor beyond friendship. Yet, she didn’t say a single thing. Instead she watched from afar. She sent animals to inconvenience her day. Harmless pranks, like the heroine finding bird excretions on anything she left out in the open from time to time or having a bird chase her around for a minute. It was never meant to be genuinely harmful and it was an occasional thing.

Then it went too far. It was an accident. It was. She sent one of her closest animal companions to give the heroine a little spook one night. A large wolf who she was fond of, named Floren, had a calm temperament and that’s why she trusted him with her little plan. She knew the wolf wouldn’t hurt her for real, just jump out at her real quick. Nina didn’t foresee it going so wrong. The plan went perfectly at first. The heroine was thoroughly spooked when the wolf jumped out near her, but she had gotten the attention of the villagers. She called him back, but before he could run an arrow lodged itself right into Floren’s neck. Nina had watched the whole thing happen, unable to do anything. Without thinking, she ran towards her fallen companion and cradled his head in her lap frantically. He yelped and whined in her lap for a few moments before he went limp.

Something in Nina snapped, and she was filled with an anger she had never felt before. Her grief and rage called to everything in the forest around them — and it answered. Troves of animals began to come from the woods, snarling and growling. Nina realized what was happening and she desperately tried to stop it, but her emotions were out of control. The animals weren’t listening to her commands to stop and run away no matter how much she screamed for them to stop. A slaughter ensued.

No people died— there were a few injuries, but the heroic male leads had been there to save the day and protect the heroine. Every animal had been slaughtered though, and it was all her fault. Nina’s reputation had already been in tatters. Her village had already been speculating about her being some kind of Witch of the Woods. And this was exactly what they needed.

In their eyes, Nina was a jealous witch who had gathered the entirety of the forest to kill the poor heroine. It didn’t matter that they had heard her pleading for the animals to stop, they had already decided on what they believed. Nothing she said would change that.

She didn’t give up on trying to convince them of the truth until she was looking her dearest friend in his eyes and found only hatred. She was too dangerous to take to the capital for a real execution, she could gather another animal army in that time. She would be executed on the spot. Nina wouldn’t fight against him, and she was killed then and there.

commitments.

She wants to give the Villainess Nina the life she deserved.

family.

Her video game father is named Demetrius, her mother is Lorelai. Her real life father is named Donovan and her mother is named Renè.

nina’s powers

Nina commands respect from nature and it listens. She is deeply attuned with the earth and animals. She easily befriends most animals and can instinctively understand their body language and what they try to non-verbally tell her. Animals have an innate understanding of her words. Most creatures are beckoned to follow her commands, but when she is in a state of high emotions her powers are much harder to control.

pre-isekai

Nina was born to rich parents in the capital of Brazil. Her father was a busy man, he loved Nina, but he was rarely around. Her mother, Renè was her everything— and Renè hated her. There probably were a slew of reasons as to why her mother resented her so much; an unfortunate mixture of postpartum, resentment towards her husband, and her lack of desire to be a mother in the first place. Nina adored her mother like she was the sun, unattainable and beautiful. She would follow her around and tried to do whatever it took to earn her love. Her attempts were met with harsh words and beration. Nina wasn’t capable of fathoming the idea that her mother could be wrong— so she had to be the wrong one. She was the one who wasn't good enough. She was a burden. It only got worse as Nina got older, the beration went from only happening when Nina bothered her mother to happening “unprovoked”. Nina could barely breathe correctly. It didn’t matter how well she did in school— how many credentials she earned— how hard she worked. It was never enough. She was never enough. Still, she continued to perform and overachieve. It never got her anywhere. And now she’s here. Taking over the body of a character from a fictional world. A character who deserved better— Nina feels immense empathy for the character she has taken over. She also feels a heavy guilt. She is an imposter, she doesn’t feel right. But— she can continue to pretend and perform. She’s done that her entire life, afterall.

misc facts

❥ The original villainess Nina couldn’t read very well due to her being chased out of school so young. (Though a cute headcanon could be that The Advisor noticed and helped her learn to read better). ❥ Isekai Nina feels incredibly odd about having a loving mother in this fictional world, she cries very easily around her. She desperately wants to try and give her parents a better life in this world. ❥ Isekai Nina was studying botany in college for medicinal purposes. ❥ She doesn’t look it, but Nina’s body is quite strong from years of traversing the the woods and climbing trees. Probably play wrestled with animals occasionally or carried them often if they ever got hurt. ❥ The old Villainess Nina was not very good at lying or being sly. Her social skills weren’t all that good either, and she was very naive. Post-isekai Nina is a much better liar.

filler

 

[Nano]

Advisor

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• Name

  Alder Rhydderch Llewyn

  Age

  26

  Role

  The Advisor

  Gender

  Male

  Sexuality

  Demisexual

  Faceclaim

  Scien Brofiise

  #brunette

  #purple eyes

  #181cm

  Personality

  The Crown Prince’s advisor is a treacherous devil with the countenance of an angel. Coquettish and having a way with working his wiles, both men and women alike are easily seduced by that silken tongue until he has devoured the entirety of their worth. That pious, almost saintly mask of his is cleverly disguised, so convincingly genuine that many can’t help but turn a blind eye to his true nature. However, creation reveals the creator, and aristocrats are no fools. Only a ruthless puppetmaster devoid of empathy can set the stage in the manner that The Advisor does. He’s simply fortunate that his audience is polite enough to willingly turn their gazes away from the ugliness underneath the gilded stage. Regardless of whether or not they truly believe his facade, he’s adored by many, and even his enemies will find it difficult to depose him so long as his loyalty to the crown remains firm. Unbeknownst to the aristocrats who haughtily pride themselves on having solved the puzzle that is the Crown Prince’s advisor, there exists a firm line he draws between his public and private lives. Alder Rhydderch Llewyn is a lone tree that stands tall within a meadow but desires to be a plain wildflower forgotten by the wayside. Though his namesake is symbolic of strength and protection, he maintains that his character is most closely tied to an alder tree’s susceptibility to heart rot. The outer bark remains strong and firm, hiding away the infested core that has been eaten away until it has become weak and fragile. He’s constantly on edge, desperately doing his utmost to keep prying eyes from discovering that the alleged puppetmaster is merely another marionette lying limp within the strings binding its movements. Living a life constantly watched by the knife-like gazes of the nobles ravenous for a chance to catch him slipping up continues to wear him down closer and closer to his breaking point. Many in his position seek glory and exaltation, but he distinctly recalls he was happiest when he was nothing more than a glass ornament. He’s a simple man with equally simple desires. There was once a time where he still possessed the childish innocence and wonder to seek the answers to the smaller matters such as why ants sometimes stop their sure and steady march homeward to form a carousel of death. However, those days of curling by the lake with a book far beyond his level of comprehension have been long lost within the throes of time.
• Unable to stray from my scripted lines, I bid you farewell.

  Backstory

  Wealth begets greed, and power is a downward spiral into a cesspool of corruption. Perverse decadence is rooted deeply within the ranks of the upper class, bearing no bottom line. It defiles even the purest words of love, and only the collapse of their fragile moral superiority awaits those who bite into the tender flesh of the forbidden fruit. They cannot escape. Like a cleverly disguised poison, the taste of sin is bittersweet, entrapping them until what remains of their virtue dissolves into nothing but empty words and a trail of broken promises. The foregone peace Alder had once taken for granted is an idyllic dream of days long past. Like snow, the more tightly he attempted to clutch it within his palm, the faster it melted and slipped through his fingers. However, fate was loath to give him time to breathe—to bask in that bittersweet nostalgia—for he had a role to fulfill. To the commonfolk, he was naught but a footnote below the exalted Crown Prince’s various accolades, his name surfacing only when the royal family required a sacrificial scapegoat to answer whom it was that had drafted and passed a controversial proposal. Yet among the upper class, he is the darling heir of House Llewyn, a modest man of many talents whose charisma enraptures all. It is only the church who’s capable of seeing the man for who he really is: an insidious viper whose angelic smile belies a frightening ability to chip away at the church’s authority and place it at the feet of the royal family should anything they do threaten the throne. Or so they believe. Alder Llewyn hadn’t been born into his current life embroiled within the political entanglements of Parlton. At the tender age of five, he was as nondescript as a child born to a ducal house could be. All duties and expectations had been placed upon the shoulders of the proper heir apparent: his elder brother. Gerard Llewyn was as hardworking and intelligent as his soul was noble, and Alder was content with remaining hidden under the blinding brilliance of his excellence. His yoke was light, requiring only a few polite words with the Crown Prince, a child of a similar age as him, before being allowed to scurry along to the royal gardens to decipher the mysterious words written upon the pages of the book from his father’s study. Things gradually began to shift when Alder’s father welcomed a child three years his junior into the family register. The normally gentle and tolerant Gerard shunned the young boy, while their once loving parents grew ever distant with each passing day. Naive as he was, Alder didn’t realize the extent to which he was shielded from the ducal house’s internal strife until he was abruptly ripped from his brother’s protective bubble. “Under no circumstances will you allow him to seat the spawn of that wench at the head of the house.” Carefully manicured nails pierced into Alder’s shoulders, but he didn’t dare flinch. Ever since the day a carriage accident had taken away his elder brother’s life, his mother had gone mad. Before he had the chance to properly grieve, he was forced to stare down the duties of the late Llewyn heir whose shoes were far too large for him to fill. His mother, having lost her mind when her husband’s sweet words of love were betrayed by his affair with a commoner, drowned herself in her desire for revenge. His father, on the other hand, coldly ignored the mother-son pair in favor of showering his secret lovechild with the affection he hadn’t been able to give said child’s own mother. These blatant acts sealed the fate of House Llewyn, and Alder found himself living his life as his mother’s vessel of vengeance ever since. Tender hands and a fragile psyche that had once been kept far away from worldly plight broke multiple times under his mother’s cruel instruction. In truth, he was someone poorly suited for a place in high society, only capable of standing up just a scrap stronger after barely managing to rebuild his scattered pieces back into one whole. He was privileged with talent and the resources to nurture those gifts, but he was neither a wunderkind, nor did he possess the resilience that his brother had been blessed with. Every time he stepped into the limelight, he held his breath, praying his mask would not fall. He learned the art of words—to cajole, please, and manipulate—and how to convert his enemies into useful pawns. Gradually, the acts he had once considered impossible came to him as naturally as taking a casual stroll. Yet the deeper his treacherous mother’s claws dug into himself and House Llewyn by extension, the greater his struggle to breathe. At the age of eleven, Alder was sent off to his maternal uncle’s fief in the countryside under the guise of recuperating from a minor illness. Before his departure, his mother pulled him aside, hissing into his ear to ensure he’d obtain Marquis Caldwell’s approval. In the end, it was simply another of his mother’s schemes away from the watchful eyes of his father. Though House Caldwell, an influential family that has produced many Chancellors to the King over the centuries, was infamous for remaining stubbornly politically neutral, an endorsement would still solidify his standing within the Llewyn family despite lacking the favor of Duke Llewyn. If he thought his mother was oppressive, the pressure exerted by his maternal uncle lapped hers by tenfold. Was it the unfamiliar environment, or had he reached his limit? For the first time, he ran away. Away into the depths of the forest considered too dirty and too wild for the likes of a noble such as his uncle. The young girl who emerged from the bushes that day carved out a special place within his heart. The scent of earth and animal musk strongly clung to the worn-down clothing she wore, but he made no move to avoid the little stranger peering curiously at him. He no longer recalls the initiator of the first words they exchanged. However, he never forgot the pleasant voice that patiently introduced the animals of the forest to him one-by-one. As if he were in the company of an old friend, he took comfort in the way she never judged the way his hands trembled. During their secret rendezvous, he taught her, and she taught him, both free from the prejudice of their respective stations. Friendship was a scarcely used title around the second son of Duke Llewyn, yet the young girl he’d met for merely half a year’s time touched him with a unique warmth. She was different from the Crown Prince, where their relationship of “childhood friends” could be boiled down to a relationship built upon family ties. They exchanged ideas, but sharing vulnerabilities was unthinkable. He didn’t dare hoist his personal baggage upon the young prince who seemingly already carried the weight of the world upon his thin shoulders. In the past, he had opened his eyes each dismal morning questioning his purpose in doing so. That girl in the forest, however, showed him the beauty of the world beyond the colorless walls of the Llewyn estate. She was like the moonlight, gently illuminating the tranquility of the night. To his dismay, the world’s cycles never ceased, and that chapter in his life soon came to a close. When he returned to that nest of vipers, little had changed. His mother was still the same woman whose every word accused Duke Llewyn of being involved in his son's death, while his father continued to glance upon his achievements in disdain. To the former, he was a marionette. To the latter, he was an eyesore. Alder’s only reprieve was the “bad habit” he'd developed while under his maternal uncle's care. Though the first of his sloppy escapades had resulted in a harsh beating during his half year stay with Marquis Caldwell, he learned, revised, and adapted. Then, he revised and adapted some more. By the time he'd returned to his childhood home, he'd mastered the art of slipping out and returning, with his family remaining none the wiser of his temporary absences. Deceiving the Llewyns quickly proved to be a far easier matter than tricking the commoners of the establishments he visited. There was only so much you could learn from books and the judgemental gossip of the upper class, and Alder, no- Alban found himself grossly underprepared. To this day, the tavern keeper of the tavern he frequents on his outings jokingly refers to him as “The Young Lord”. Fortunately, they assumed he was the prodigal son of a lowly baron, and Alder is nothing but adaptable. Should his mother have found out about his “fraternizing with insects” and “debasing himself by acting as one of them”, she would have been angered to death. However, she neither discovered his outings nor did he use them merely as mental breaks. As he grew older and his name passed through the mouths of the nobility with increasing frequency, so did his duties increase. As his duties increased, finding opportunities to steal away a small portion of his time for himself grew increasingly difficult, yet he continued to find ways to return to the streets nonetheless. After all, there were countless streams of information that couldn’t be found when cooped up within the comfort of a mansion. His efforts were eventually recognized by the King himself, praising him as sharply astute and officially instating him as the Crown Prince’s personal advisor. Nowadays, he spends much of his time using that glib tongue of his to ensure the noble houses within the Crown Prince’s faction remain firmly loyal and avoiding whatever traps that treacherous bastard younger brother of his dares to attempt ensnaring him within. During the few peaceful moments he manages to grasp, he still thinks back to that young girl in the forest, occasionally spotting her within the crowded streets only to find that he’d gotten the wrong person again. Perhaps it’s better that way. After all, only tragedy awaits should they pursue a bond in any form.

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