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CHUUYAS_HAT · Feb 19, 2025

Smt random, I didn't fill out the backstory bc wasn't feeling like it
There will still be a continuing set of OCs coming from the same world as Eowyn though.
This is part of photocopy's rp, named Ravenwood High

Hyeong Mi-Hi.

Even in the brightest areas, it is hard to see this weeping soul that can usually get past anything. Care to help?

role:
the ghostress

fc:
Jo Yuri

danced through the rain...

I was wet in dismay...

♡

♡

❀

ꕥ

Ryu Seokwoo.

"It's sad to say that even though all necks seem inviting, I only go when properly invited, and then use my fangs."

role:
the vampire

fc:
Found randomly

Am I stuck here forever?

at least you're here...

♡

♡

❀

ꕥ
Hyeong Mi-Hi
1ai
2ai
3ai
4ai

req.

#never got through

* n.name(s)
Mi

* d.o.b.
August 1st

* species
Ghost

* age
Twenty

* Clubs
Cheerleading ; Anime ; Choir ; Culinary

#female

#leo

#omnisexual

#student

* height
5'5

* weight
114lbs (51kg)

* build
Hourglass

* hair colour
Black

* eye colour
Dark Amber

pers.

likes

#Clouds

#Dull and Pastel Colors

#Rain

dislikes

#Mud

#Neon Palette

#Snails

fears

#Fear Of Being Truly Touched

#Fear Of Falling From High Places

#Fear Of Losing Control

* personality
Mi-Hi is a whirlwind of energy, flitting about with an eerie silence that catches people off guard. Her presence is often unsettling, not because of any ill intent, but due to the quiet way she moves—too fluid, too effortless, as if she barely disturbs the air around her. She enjoys being part of a crowd, her warmth drawing others in, but physical closeness unsettles her. The idea of true contact—of being tangible, of feeling real—both fascinates and frightens her, making her interactions unpredictable. When someone reaches for her, she instinctively tenses, shying away as if the very idea of touch is foreign. Despite this, she thrives in groups, her energy contagious, even if she sometimes startles people just by appearing without a sound.

As she's matured, Mi-Hi has embraced the liveliness of nightlife, finding comfort in the chaos of fast-moving conversations and the rhythmic pulse of music. However, she detests neon colors, finding them overwhelming and artificial, like they disrupt the natural flow of things. While others adore the glow of neon signs and fluorescent lights, she finds them harsh, a poor imitation of true beauty. Instead, she gravitates toward dimly lit spaces, where the mood is softer, the lights warm, and the atmosphere more inviting. Her love for dancing thrives in these moments, though her favorite place to dance isn’t in a club—it's outside, under the rain. The way raindrops cool her skin, the way they blur the world into a hazy dream, makes her feel more alive than anything else. There is something freeing about the sky opening up, about twirling through puddles as if the thunder itself is a melody only she can hear.

However, when Mi-Hi is in a bad mood, the air around her shifts, as if a storm is looming even when the skies are clear. Her usual lighthearted demeanor becomes heavy, and though she rarely lashes out, there's an unshakable weight to her presence. She finds solace in the rain during these moments, letting it wash away whatever lingers inside her, but when she cannot escape outside, she becomes restless, withdrawn. Though she puts on a carefree front, there are times when she feels out of place, as if no matter how much she pretends, she is different in a way she can never fully erase. But despite this, she keeps moving forward, trying to hold onto the warmth of others, even if she isn’t always sure how to let it in.

hist.

#Hyeong says . . .

❝

stop trying to touch me, is it that bad I want to be like you?

❞

* history
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misc.

* family
info here

* mbti
info here
req.

pers.

hist.

misc.
♡coded by uxie♡
Ryu Seokwoo
1ai
2ai
3ai
4ai

req.

#pierced my heart

* n.name(s)
Seok

* d.o.b.
May 9th

* species
Vampire

* age
Twenty-One

* Clubs
Chess ; Anime ; Track ; Japanese

#male

#taurus

#pansexual

#student

* height
6'0

* weight
140lbs (63kg)

* build
Tall and Thin, Lean

* hair colour
Black

* eye colour
Toffee Brown, Red in Sunlight

pers.

likes

#Beer

#Nighttime

#Winter

dislikes

#Heat

#Pink, Or Rose Colors

#Pepporoni

fears

#Fear Of Being Tricked

#Claustrophobia

#Fear Of Being The Decision Maker, But Letting Everyone Down

* personality
Seokwoo carries himself with an effortless coolness, exuding an air of detachment that makes him seem untouchable. He doesn’t push people away outright, but there’s always a lingering distance, as if he exists just on the edges of their world. Yet, despite his aloof nature, he has a reckless streak—one that thrives on rebellious impulses. Dares, rule-breaking, and skipping out on college classes don’t faze him in the slightest. In fact, he welcomes them, finding amusement in the thrill of doing whatever he pleases. His flirtation is just as easygoing, slipping into conversations with a smirk, unbothered by gender or formality. He enjoys watching people squirm under his teasing, but his words are never serious—at least, not in a way anyone can pin down.

Adorned with dark jewelry and a signature snake bite piercing, Seokwoo’s aesthetic leans into a refined style. He has a sharp eye for fashion, favoring dark academia themes and fur-lined coats that drape over his frame, adding to his enigmatic allure. His presence can be intimidating, but not in the way of a brute—rather, in the way of someone who knows exactly who he is and makes no apologies for it. The chill of winter suits him best, the crisp air blending with his naturally cool demeanor. The heat of summer, on the other hand, is something he tolerates at best, though it never sits well with him. As a vampire, the warmth is a reminder of everything he isn't—a contrast he dislikes but begrudgingly accepts.

Though he seems untouchable, there is a quiet enjoyment in the way Seokwoo watches the world around him. He is drawn to the night, to the soft glow of streetlights and the way the cold air stirs against his skin. His distance isn’t always by choice—perhaps he is waiting for someone daring enough to break past it. Until then, he remains a fleeting presence, slipping between crowds like a shadow, existing just out of reach, but always watching, always amused, always ready for the next thrill.

hist.

#Ryu says . . .

❝

don't drag me with you, the beach is more pleasant than the heat.

❞

* history
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misc.

* family
info here

* mbti
info here
req.

pers.

hist.

misc.
♡coded by uxie♡

CHUUYAS_HAT · Feb 22, 2025

Mi In-Su.

As long as autumn lasts, I shall not have hands, canvas, and colors enough to paint the beautiful things I see today.

role:
the artist

fc:
Jaemin

was my life just a myth?

if this was all a dream...

♡

♡

❀

ꕥ
Mi In-Su
1ai
2ai
3ai
4ai

req.

#scattered leaves

* n.name(s)
Min ; Misu

* d.o.b.
August 25th

* species
Human

* age
Eighteen

* role
The Artist

#male

#Virgo

#polysexual

#Jaemin

* height
5'9

* weight
128 (58kg)

* build
Lithe; Sinewy

* hair colour
Chocolate Brown

* eye colour
Caramel-Colored

pers.

likes

#Pearls

#Newspapers

#Plaid Browns

dislikes

#Being Forced

#Neglectance

#Ignorance

fears

#Acrophobia (Heights)

#Astraphobia (Thunder)

#Ophidiophobia (Snakes)

* personality
In-Su carries an air of quiet resilience, rarely shaken by setbacks or failures. Rather than dwelling on his mistakes, he sees them as stepping stones, a natural part of growth that doesn’t weigh him down. His independence stems from a childhood where neglect forced him to fend for himself—without restrictions, without guidance, and without anything to truly lose. This lack of boundaries molded him into someone who navigates life with ease, unshackled by expectations. Yet, this freedom comes with its own price—while he doesn’t fear making mistakes, he craves recognition for his efforts. He isn’t someone who selflessly fades into the background; when he puts in the work, he wants it to be acknowledged.

Living with insomnia, In-Su has forged a connection with the night, finding a strange sense of comfort in the silence that others sleep through. His thoughts run deep in those hours, sometimes to the point of overthinking, analyzing situations far beyond what’s necessary. Despite this, he is often the one looking out for others before himself, drawn to protect and support even when it’s at his own expense. However, his perception of words can be rigid—he takes things literally, missing the humor in jokes or struggling to differentiate between sincerity and sarcasm. It’s not that he lacks wit; rather, his mind operates in a direct, logical manner that doesn’t always leave room for playful misinterpretations.

Laid-back yet adaptable, In-Su is someone who bends rather than breaks. His abstract way of thinking allows him to adapt to most situations, finding ways to make things work rather than resisting change. When anxiety creeps in, he turns to sketching, his only true inspiration drawn from real-time experiences. Scrapbooking is another means of soothing his mind—where most artists hesitate to tear things apart, he finds solace in piecing together fragmented elements into something whole. Yet, his artistic sensibilities come with particular preferences—he cannot stand messy handwriting, finding a sense of order in neat, well-formed lettering.

Ice-skating was once a part of his life, though it holds no meaning for him anymore. His detachment from it isn’t dramatic; rather, it’s as if the passion simply melted away, leaving behind nothing but muscle memory. He dislikes comparisons, refusing to measure himself against others, believing that everyone’s journey is uniquely their own. Empathy runs deep within him, not merely as an innate trait, but as a result of his own experiences—he understands pain because he has felt it, recognizes loneliness because he has lived it. In-Su doesn’t just sympathize; he truly connects, making him someone who listens, understands, and, when it matters most, stands by those who need him.

hist.

#Mi says . . .

❝

Ice skating? No thanks, I've had enough of it in my life...

❞

* history
Mi In-Su had been born to two parents that were musicians, but also heavily neglectful. Most of the time he would be whisked away with a, "Go play the piano, or whatever you do these days," but sometimes In-Su couldn't help but feel a bit lonely. He didn't share the same interests as his relatives, who seemed to have all taken a similar path of melodies. Instead, he was attracted to art. An excuse he always made to his parents were that "Art is just the category of playing instruments. I want to just thrive deeper in the other subjects inside it." However, his parents never turned out to be happy from his chosen choices.

Coming through the school days, In-Su was most often pegged as the 'quiet one'. No, he was indeed not, because he still had a mouth and didn't bother to use it. Even a simple artist can't hold back from getting thrown into rebellious acts, yet he was just a child, what else was he supposed to do to feel human? During winter, his family had offered to go out to a festival. Of course, it included a rink and two skates. This would be the first time his parents decided to give him attention, and though he did not like to ice skate anymore, the idea of his relatives acknowledging him was suffocating.

In the older years, this didn't help out much. In-Su needed to learn how to be a free bird, and the first steps to that would be moving out. With whatever he saved, he put borders up around himself. This was probably one of the first times he saw his mother cry, but his father merely broke a sweat. Before In-Su left, he and his father really did have a one-on-one conversation. Whatever apologies were spoken could not be accepted, yet In-Su would still remember them. Being bitter wouldn't exactly be a main trait of his, anyway.

misc.

* relations

Amy Greenhorne: They've met in the early stages of high school (Sophomore Year) and gained some sort of friendship, found in the same class too, only to be paired up together for a project. Even after that, though, they both had started to occasionally find themselves meeting up in secluded places; like the library.

Maeve Everly: In-Su met her in art class, offering to teach her the ropes of artistic means. He's like her pause button, but she sometimes goes out of her way to not listen. However, aside from that, they often have a connection through venting out their backstories.

Sabella Evans: Opening up to Sabella wasn't something In-Su wanted to do, and even through all that, their arguments gathered too much attention that it suffocated him. They both broke ties, and now an awkward tension rises whenever they bump into each other.

Jamison Mick: At first glance, In-Su could be found watching a sport's game Jamison was playing in. Yet he wasn't that noticed until later on when he was curled up in the corner of a party room and Jamison approached first. Jamison and In-Su give off more of the brotherly vibes, having some similarities through hobbies.

Dae Magnus Choi: In-Su and Mags were in a previous romantic relationship back in Junior High, however once both of them grew up and finally expanded into High School, In-Su honestly just didn't like who the person Magnus was now. The change was terrible, and so they broke up and remain simple Ex's. In-Su doesn't like to keep grudges though, but maybe Mags does.

* roomie
Dae Magnus Choi
req.

pers.

hist.

misc.
♡coded by uxie♡

CHUUYAS_HAT · Feb 27, 2025

Myo Sun-Hi.

Bookworms are often found as nerds. I'm a fan of books, but not quite so soft on the outside. Try me.

role:
the bookworm

fc:
Ningning

hello sweet angel...

I'll catch your heart!

♡

♡

❀

ꕥ
Myo Sun-Hi
1ai
2ai
3ai
4ai

req.

#spiraling lights

* n.name(s)
Sunny ; Mo

* d.o.b.
December 22

* species
Human

* age
Nineteen

* Role
The Bookworm

#Female

#Capricorn

#Lesbian

#Ningning

* height
5'6

* weight
118 (53kg)

* build
Voluptuous, Curvy

* hair colour
Black

* eye colour
Light Blue

pers.

likes

#Red

#Finishing Books

#Corsets

dislikes

#Being Bothered

#Prickly Surfaces

#Perverts

fears

#Athazagoraphobia (People Forgetting Her)

#Paraphobia (Perversion)

#Catagelophobia (Being Ridiculed)

* personality
Sun-Hi is the kind of person who disappears into the pages of a book and barely resurfaces for air. Stacks of novels, highlighters, and sticky notes tower around her like a fortress, creating a safe space where she doesn’t have to bother with the outside world unless absolutely necessary. She isn’t antisocial, per se—just selective. If given the choice between deep conversation and an engrossing fantasy novel, she’d likely choose the latter. However, that doesn’t mean she lacks social skills. When engaged in conversation, she can be sharp and quick-witted, sometimes to the point of exasperating others with her snark. If interrupted at the wrong moment—especially during a crucial plot twist—she’s been known to snap back with a remark that stings like a well-aimed dart.

Despite her bookish nature, Sun-Hi isn’t a delicate wallflower. She enjoys activities often labeled as masculine, from gaming marathons to fixing things around the house. She fits in effortlessly with the guys, sharing in their humor and competitiveness, but that doesn’t mean she’s interested in them romantically. Sun-Hi has long come to terms with her attraction to women and sees no reason to entertain anything outside of that. If anything, she finds the idea of forced romantic expectations tiresome. She isn’t afraid to make her stance clear, though she rarely feels the need to broadcast it. Sun-Hi has a firm grasp of who she is and where she stands in the world—never overstepping her confidence into arrogance, but never shrinking herself to fit expectations either.

Her patience is notoriously short, especially when dealing with slow thinkers. Sun-Hi enjoys watching people struggle with a puzzle, withholding the answer just long enough to bask in their confusion before swooping in with the solution. It’s not that she enjoys making others feel foolish—she just finds amusement in delayed triumph. On the other hand, certain annoyances will send her over the edge instantly. The sound of slurping is enough to make her glare daggers, and the screech of nails on a chalkboard feels like physical pain. While she prides herself on her logical thinking, she has a few irrational dislikes she can’t shake, with smoking being one of them. Oddly enough, despite despising the habit, she finds herself indulging in it on rare, stress-fueled occasions, even if she regrets it later.

Emotionally, Sun-Hi is guarded. She’s not the type to pour her heart out to just anyone, preferring to keep her struggles locked away behind a composed exterior. But when she does find someone she trusts, her walls lower, revealing a much softer side. She may never be the type to cry openly or wear her heart on her sleeve, but for the right person, she’ll listen, support, and even let them in on the thoughts she normally keeps buried. Though Sun-Hi presents herself as independent and self-sufficient, she isn’t entirely opposed to emotional vulnerability—she just needs to be sure the person standing beside her won’t take advantage of it.

When Sun-Hi finds someone who shares her interests, she won’t openly express her admiration, but her demeanor shifts in subtle ways. She tones down the sharp edges of her personality, her snark becoming playful rather than biting, and she gradually warms up to them with small gestures—like throwing in an inside joke or sharing a book recommendation without being asked. Despite her usual reserved nature, she can get unexpectedly competitive if she senses someone trying to match her intellect or mimic her habits.

Whether it’s proving she’s the better strategist in a debate or subtly one-upping someone who tries to steal her style, Sun-Hi takes pride in what makes her unique. However, when she’s truly at ease, her sharp mind settles into softer moments. She enjoys quiet evenings listening to music, sometimes murmuring lyrics under her breath without realizing it. In these rare times of peace, she’s not the quizzical observer or the competitive challenger—just a girl letting the world pass by, lost in the melodies that make life feel just a little less chaotic.

hist.

#Myo says . . .

❝

Writing an essay is so easy. What? Never done one? You're an idiot.

❞

* history
Myo Sun-Hi was raised around overly cheery people; including her sister that was like a diamond in her parents' eyes. Family game nights, chatty dinners, and star gazing...all of it was enjoyable, but Sun-Hi just wanted to be by herself. She liked the silence, and so she stuck more to her room. Her mother was worried that at some point she would get depressed from being cooped up for so long. Of course, she never did.

Sun-Hi entertained herself with books. Her father would buy her some for her birthday, but she went out of her way to get some more by herself. Her relatives never realized that this was what her heart truly desired, and soon, she was forced to the task of making clothes. Specifically corsets; her mother was a huge fan of them, and began teaching Sun-hi the very basics. Eventually Sun-Hi liked the idea of sewing and such, but the whole hobby wasn't for her.

In later years, she was just as surprised to find another girl admiring fashion (in the wearing sense) the same way she did. Crawling away from the nook of pages was hard for Sun-Hi, but she eventually just gave in to humanly social desires. The few times she's opened up to people were probably the only people who have seen her cry. Well, that was until her mother passed away and her father began to question Sun-Hi's relationships. Sunny's mother was given a dose of cancer, and after a certain spike of it, the woman forgot Sun-Hi completely. Fear formed within Sun-Hi's mind; she never wanted to be forgotten, especially by the person that ended up making a disaster in her family just by leaving. The funeral was whisked just as quickly, but not quite the same as Sun-Hi's life.

She was shamed heavily for her sexuality, and what she 'does behind others backs', which was actually just her father guessing everything with the wrong evidence. Sun-Hi's sister never backed her up, and soon just moved to Paris for some 'alone time' from what she called it. Sun-Hi was told to 'suck it up', and 'just spit it out', one too many times to count. Calling her sister to help would be of no use, but she still tried.

Surprisingly, it wasn't long before she was moving in with her sister. Sun-Hi got one year, that was it, and in that time she worked even harder for education and then somewhere else to stay after her time limit was over. Now, she doesn't feel an inch of embarrassment when she's caught in the act of something that she knows no one is supposed to have authority over. (Character development guys??)

misc.

* relations

Dae Magnus Choi: Two frenemies that have it in the air that they both can be incompatible and compatible at the same time. They met around their secondary school, only exchanging a few words that vary around insults and compliments. Sun-Hi and Mags are spectacle; often assuming the other in negative ways.

Chloe Lolo Davis: Sun-Hi met Chloe just before the girl was sent over to boarding school; meaning she was forced to be a witness of a horrible stage of emoness. When Chloe returned everything changed; including their relationship. Sunny and Lolo were like two peas in a pod, really good fashion buddies. Chloe was a person Sun-Hi didn't need to be quiet around, and that was what was so special between them. At some point they both were dating, but then stopped it mid-way because they both decided they were better off as friends than lovers.

* roomie
Open
req.

pers.

hist.

misc.
♡coded by uxie♡

CHUUYAS_HAT · Feb 27, 2025

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wren calypso

// the ibis

"If you can fly, I can fly higher. If you can live, I can live better. If you can be free, I can be free...too. It's what we all want."
— Wren Calypso, Year 2

name.
wren aurelia calypso.
nicknames.
cal. lia. wrenchester.
age.
twenty-three.
gender.
cis female.
ethnicity.
korean.
level.
two.
alias.
ibis.
academy.
widow.
years with s.i.n.
all.
role.
imperio.
faceclaim.
kim min-jeong.
visage.
Wren, holding up a voluptous figure, is well rounded in femininity. Her hair is more like a platinum blonde-so lightly blonde that it turns out to be looking white. When she was a child, her roots were actually a bit darker, but over time, her locks wore out into the shade that is on her now. Most of the time, she's able to put her hair in a small, loose bun, since it's medium lengthed (supposedly a bit past shoulders). Wren's eyes are brimmed with a blue sheen-like a morning sky but dullened by pain, though it's darker than normal aqua hues, so it's hard to see under certain lights. Due to being slightly underweight, her limbs such as arms, legs, and even fingers tend to be slimmer than usual. For attire, Wren tends to lean on the 'warm and cozy' side, making her a big fan of simple sweaters and warmers; casual wear. That doesn't mean she wouldn't go out of her way to win a skirt of some sorts (5'6 in height).

height //
167 cm.

weight //
117 lbs.

hair.

eyes.

skin.

lips.

two birds. //
regina spektor. //
"two birds of a feather, say we're always going to be together."

basics
virtues

vices
Adaptable

Persevering

Honest

Patient

Industrious

Agreeable

Strong Willed
Stubborn

Aloof

Sarcastic/Snarky

Loud

Argumentative

Babbler
personality.
Wren is a patient person on the surface, but her stubbornness defines her more than anything else. Once her mind is set, it’s almost impossible to sway her, and this inflexibility can be a major source of frustration for the people around her. It’s not that she enjoys being difficult — it’s more like her refusal to be easily led is the one thing she can actually control. Having grown up under constant supervision and experimentation, Wren instinctively keeps her distance from others. There’s a quiet fear simmering under her skin, the belief that anyone she gets close to will either get hurt because of her or leave her behind. This fear has shaped the way she handles relationships, and even though she craves connection, it’s easier to pretend she doesn’t care. To protect herself from that vulnerability, Wren leans into sarcasm and sharp humor like it’s armor. Her default communication style is snark, whether she’s deflecting concern or pushing people away before they get too close. Honesty comes naturally to her, but it’s not always gentle — Wren’s bluntness can border on brutal, and she’s not the type to sugarcoat her opinions. That being said, she’s not completely incapable of lying when the situation demands it, especially if it’s a matter of survival. Her honesty, while often refreshing, can also be a liability when she accidentally reveals too much, caught between her instinct to be open and the need to protect herself. Despite her attempts to appear indifferent, Wren is loud, emotional, and argumentative — it doesn’t take much to get her worked up, and she’s more than happy to provoke others just to see how they react. There’s a restless energy to her that she doesn’t bother hiding when she’s around people her own age, especially those who have lived through similar experiences. Underneath all her attitude, though, there’s a gentler side to Wren. There are rare moments when her guard slips, and her softness shows — moments where she seems almost fragile, delicate in a way that contrasts with her usual brashness. It’s fleeting, but it’s there, proof that the sharp edges she hides behind aren’t all there is to her. More than anything, Wren wants freedom — not just from the scientists who treated her like an experiment, but from the expectations and responsibilities constantly placed on her shoulders. She’s not rebellious in a dramatic way, but the need to carve out her own space in the world is a constant undercurrent in her life. Around authority figures, she’s mastered the art of laying low, avoiding unnecessary attention to protect herself. But when she’s with people she trusts, Wren’s opinions are loud and unapologetic. She’s responsible enough to handle leadership when absolutely necessary, but it’s a role she resents, mostly because she’s terrified of messing up something important. Wren doesn’t want to be anyone’s hero — she just wants to be herself, free from the weight of anyone else’s expectations.
ambitions.
Wanting To Be Free ; Learn The Piano ; To Identify As Her Own Person ; Being Equal
fears.
Hurting someone by keeping close/warming up to them ; Doing something that messes up a plan ; Fires
likes.
Cranes ; City Lights ; Light Shows ; Waterfalls ; Mountains and Tall Views ; Deals and Bets ; Soft Items ; Chopsticks ; Canadian Shaped Leaves
dislikes.
People Interrupting Her ; Sabotage ; Misinformation ; Kissing ; Untidiness ; Stains ; Spitting ; Cotton Candy ; Sugar Cookies ; Not Being Credited

psyche
birthplace.
Her parents were born in Pohang-Si, South Korea. However she was left in the laboratories.
mutation threat level.
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mutation.
Wren’s mutation allows her to seamlessly merge with shadows, becoming one with the darkness itself. This ability is at its strongest at night, when shadows are longer, deeper, and more abundant. In daylight or brightly lit areas, her powers are more restricted, limited to smaller pools of shade cast by objects or people. When fully immersed in shadow, Wren can travel through it at incredible speeds, almost as if the darkness itself carries her forward. This makes her excellent at stealth, infiltration, and quick getaways, especially in dim environments where she can all but vanish.

One of the more unsettling aspects of Wren’s mutation is her ability to follow the shadows of living beings. As long as someone casts a shadow, she can anchor herself to it, trailing silently behind them no matter where they go. This ability allows her to eavesdrop, stalk enemies, or gather intelligence without ever physically being seen. Even in a crowd, Wren can slip between people’s shadows like water weaving through cracks, making her presence nearly impossible to detect. Her control extends to manipulating shadows to an extent — she can stretch them slightly, pull herself into one, or blur her outline to blend into the ambient darkness, though it requires focus.

At her highest level of concentration, Wren can briefly "cloak" herself in shadow, wrapping it around her body like a second skin. This renders her nearly invisible (while not exactly being attached to the floor in these means) in low light, though movement or exposure to sudden bright light will break the effect. While she can phase parts of her body into shadows — a hand, a foot, even a weapon — fully dematerializing takes a significant toll on her energy reserves. Additionally, she has limited influence over the physical world from within the shadows.

Unlike how most would see this, Wren likes to toy with targets. Her voice may just echo through the space she's in, like a ghost tormenting a human. This specifically works best; traditionally scaring someone because they have no apparent idea that she has mutated abilities. She is able to slip in and out, so long her energy and focus lasts, from the shadows and drive an attack if needed. Self defense is already pretty self-explanatory, meaning if she knew her way around well, she can zip away before anyone really understood it. If a citizen was just walking down the streets and suddenly sees a shadowy outline on the ground moving and twitching-they'd run. Anyone would be scared.

limitation/weakness.
Wren’s powers are heavily dependent on her environment, making her vulnerable in bright, open spaces. Direct sunlight, floodlights, or any intense artificial light drastically limits her options, shrinking shadows to almost nothing and effectively cutting off her ability to blend or travel through them. In completely lightless spaces, such as pitch-black rooms with no external light source, her powers also fail — without the contrast between light and shadow, her mutation has no medium to work with. This environmental dependency means she has to be constantly aware of her surroundings, which can make her hesitant in unfamiliar territory.

While Wren can slip into shadows to avoid physical attacks, she’s still susceptible to anything that directly targets the shadow itself. Bright flashes, reflective surfaces, or light-based powers can "disrupt" her form when she’s partially within a shadow, temporarily disorienting her and sometimes even forcing her back into her physical body. Prolonged exposure to strong light sources — such as being caught in a spotlight — can leave her drained, dizzy, and unable to shift for several hours. Additionally, shadows tied to living beings (like people’s own shadows) are harder for her to fully control, especially if the person is moving erratically or resisting her presence.

Mentally, using her mutation requires intense focus, especially if she’s following or hiding within another person’s shadow. Losing her concentration — whether due to injury, emotional outburst, or sudden sensory overload — can forcibly eject her from the shadows, leaving her disoriented and exposed (sometimes also leading to migraines and even fainting due to exertion). Her powers also leave her with a subconscious attachment to the dark, making her feel uncomfortable in well-lit, sterile environments, and sometimes even triggering mild anxiety when forced into brightly lit rooms for extended periods. This attachment to shadow can make her hesitant to fully engage with the world outside her comfort zone, especially if her powers are compromised.

skills.
Wren has a nice decency with aiming, making her an ace at sniping targets from just afar. Her eyes work well with the mind, which is one of her best traits. Speaking of shooting from far away, Wren likes to use bows and other 'one-shot' things. She's well versed as a dagger person too, but can range through all kinds of weapons so long she is given time to see how to use them. Due to her patience and endurance being high, she has a lot of options opening up to her. Another is acting, specifically as other people. She likes to pay attention to how others act like, so it's honestly easy to just mock them when they do something stupid. She is also very flexible; able to bend into tiny surfaces or the craziest stunt holes-it's just like one more challenge she has to face in the real world. Wren, as part of it naturally, can speak fluent Korean, as well as (surprisingly) a good amount of Japanese. Holding her breath, in or even out of water, is a habit and skill she can do for a quite decent amount of time. One reason is partially because she too had been experimented on, so refraining the urge to inhale oxygen for 3-4 or even up minutes is not much of a hassle. The average human can only hold their breathe for around 1-2 minutes, depending on whether they smoked or not. Wren has a good knowledge of sign language, sometimes expressing her emotions with her hands-including physically if she needs to get that way.
history.
The moon, just drifting around in the sky of a starless morning, had soon begun to cover the flaming sun. A solar eclipse was taking place, and in turn when the clock struck the right time, so had Wren. On the darkest hour, she was to be huddled up against her mutatated parents-her father learning how to take flight by being boosted by air particles, and her mother being enhanced with the ability to summon crystalized ice. S.I.N. had been waiting for her, as well, all because her family was a simple breeding tool. If that reason of being used was erased, Wren would have no other reason to exist. She had been chained down to the ground ever since birth, meaning no escape. Men and women in lab coats were, in no time, rushing her away into a whole new room. White walls, white ceilings, white floors...all so bright, if present her was speaking. However, there were chances of death if she was touched harshly now-so the people waited. Waited until she was at a good enough age to experiment on.

Becoming a well-grown toddler, Wren learnt that she wasn't given much freedom. Leaving the rooms were prohibited, and if she protested a lot with cries, the adults would silence her with a back handed slap, or just tie her down. It had gotten to the point that even her relatives had no more of a duty to stay by her side, as she would need to be man-handled more differently than the rest. At some point, the scars that traced over her body refused to heal, the blood that swept down to her feet was stomach lurching, and the pain...pain, just too unbearable. She was going to slowly become insane, perhaps follow these researchers' every command if she got used to it. But Wren also resisted. A hand was slammed down, like a way to say "Enough!" and she was being pulled into an all dark room. No more ivory whites and lily cupids...just black. The noir highlights were similar to the rays the eclipse she was brought down upon had portrayed. She was heavily terrified-any cries or noises she made now were unheard. Not even the lightest tap on the floor, or perhaps footsteps, could be heard. She forced herself into a corner, curling up like a centipede. If she was given food, not a even a door opened, and instead a hot tray was pushed out-so hot that she sometimes got blisters from her uneducated self.

When Wren was finally let out, she could barely walk. Barely understand her surroundings-barely blink. Everything was so new, like her memory had been washed. She wanted to go back into the dark-it was calming from all the time spent there in that single room, and all this blinding colors were too much. Her wishes had gone deep, and soon enough, the thread that connected her to life and sanity broke. Her eyes were washed out, as the same gloom enveloped her. However, this wasn't a normal scenario. She was trapped-one with a shadow, of all things. Since she realized there were nothing to touch but mist and her internal thoughts, Wren started to freak out. In an instant she was sent back to the bright testing rooms. It seemed that right after that, she had passed out. Because of previous experimentations, S.I.N. had most certainly injected a chemical into her that could most likely change Wren forever. Only now, though, had it fully started to develop-only now had it been that she realized she was a monster.

Now that Wren finally made a special recovery, she was treated differently. Not in a good way, but definitely subtly. She was put into some sort of 'school' as she called it, when she first heard it, but in reality the name had nothing to do with what mutants did there. Widow Academy, going side-by-side with Sparrow Academy. Not the typical location to get some knowledge, as it was instead a place to shed blood in all directions. She was put to the test-unraveling her dark capes like it was something to boast about. Wren wasn't allowed a break, as S.I.N. clearly figured the subjects they configured were always stabled. Being tested on was a whole different thing-"we still lose energy!" But she couldn't afford to drag behind. Lingering in the past would mean getting killed off because she was too weak to overcome trauma. By far, Wren decided she needed to build herself a barrier now. No one could be her friend, as sometimes in training, it was forced to kill your latest 'ally' in order to pass the 'assessment'. The world was cruel, her father told her one time before they were separated-before she was mingled in time. She could agree, because she understood what he meant. All these people, though considering themselves as aliens, once had a proper day-to-day life. Or should've gotten one. Yet, maturing even more, she still had places to pause and ask questions. If the world was cruel, S.I.N. was trying to make beings that were crueler.
backstory
reputation

"I would suggest staying back from her-she doesn't like to be too close with anyone. It's kind of a mysterious to why she puts herself in a whole new world...even I wouldn't be able to deal with being so lonely. Well, anyways, as I as saying, don't let her words get to you. She's seen things you have yet to see, or just never will understand."

available.

age
// relation.

a simple description used to describe them, and what they are to wren, as well as a few things wren thinks of this character.

trust.

platonic affection.

romantic affection.

communication.

available.

age
// relation.

a simple description used to describe them, and what they are to wren, as well as a few things wren thinks of this character.

trust.

platonic affection.

romantic affection.

communication.

available.

age
// relation.

a simple description used to describe them, and what they are to wren, as well as a few things wren thinks of this character.

trust.

platonic affection.

romantic affection.

communication.

"A thing Ibis said..."

// misc.

Humans will always envy the free birds, gliding without fear, bound to nothing but the wind. No matter how far we run, we will never know the sky the way they do — yet still, we dream with wings we’ll never have. "That's why all the mutants that blend in with me are stuck here. They're unable to fly, unable to reach the skies. I can dream, but just not enough. Instead, I have nightmares."

"What about the darkness?"

// misc.

The darkness may be feared, but I’m the only one who finds comfort in its silence. It follows me like a loyal crow, curling around my bones and swallowing me whole. I blend into the shadows, not as their prisoner, but as something born from them. Even if I lose myself within, I trust my own hands to pull me back into the light. .

"My home was beautiful."

// misc.

I was meant to be born somewhere beautiful — where the water kissed the shore and seagulls filled the sky. I used to believe I was a swan, only finding beauty after enduring the storm. Instead, I grew up behind cold glass, my life dictated by hands that never knew my name. Before you follow the path I walked, remember this — freedom, no matter how fragile, will always be worth more than a perfect cage.

connections
gallery
casual
// formal

daily attire.
Wren, though finding herself more comfortable in baggy things, does realize those kind of items drag her down when she needs to run or be able to glide through cracks. She might adorn herself in fingerless gloves or just arm warmers in general-since she isn't so good with the gold, and because it brings comfort in covering her hands-but anything more than that would be light weight. Crop-tops, shorts, easy-to-run-in-shoes, and a sweater around her hips. The sort.
evening wear.
If it as possible to get a break, Wren would be relaxing in silk pajamas or aesthetically pleasing clothes. Slippers that are fuzzed up, a messy bun, and loose fabrics.
Color Palette.
Wren will always naturally look good in black and white, but for anything else, deep/bright reds and muted browns/pinks/greens/blues would add more of a good looking contrast to her skin tone. Sometimes light colors, like a coral or carnation, beige, greys, and teals would work out.

mods
// assets

tattoos.
A burning butterfly tattoo was etched into the right side of Wren's collarbone, showing a bit of resemblance to her fear of fire. She was the helpless creature; fluttering away constantly in order to not be caged for so long, yet the hot, orange and red licking flames were always right behind her. Initially, her phobia only connects when she knows she will be burned (to death possibly), or it's just very close. Campfires and stove fires have nothing against her mental mind.
piercings.
Wren has one defying feature that causes one to just know it's her; her piercings. Right on her bottom lip resides two hoops, going into the average snake bite style. Taking them out would be a hassle, she says, especially after all the pain she went through just to get them. She certainly did deserve to hold a pretty 'scar'.
scars.
The core scar that marks Wren's body is one that strays onto her upper leg/thigh (It curves from the back of her thigh, and down her leg a bit in the front). The long, silvery sheen of the past injury is just enough to make Wren even more self conscious of herself, which is why uncovering her lower limbs takes a lot of courage from just her. The width of the scar is thin to just count it as a long white, cat claw mark, but it isn't exactly enough to cover up where it came from.

stylebook
now playing:

— regina spektor //
two birds.

justin timberlake //
sexyback.

ruth b //
dandelions.

cadmium //
no friends.

diplo, sia, the weeknd //
elastic heart.

onerepublic //
counting stars.

isq //
void.

enhypen //
drunk-dazed.

boygenius //
not strong enough.

paris paloma //
labour.

the chainsmokers //
paris.

l.s.d. //
genius

yana ver. //
this is what falling in love feels like.

magdelena bay //
killshot.

bebe rexha and david guetta //
i'm good (blue)

wren's music tastes
tend to align with modern pop and upbeat melodies, however sometimes she will lean on the side of sentimental and soft/light-hearted tones when she's in the mood. Country in general sometimes relates to her; as it gives the vibes of birds the most. Birds are a thing she's emotionally attached to, since one, her alias is Ibis, and two, birds want/are free.

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CHUUYAS_HAT · Feb 27, 2025

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Wren Aurelia Calypso

# The Ibis

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CHUUYAS_HAT · Mar 1, 2025

Aelius Alex Winters

# Vampire

# Hyunjin

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Name

Aelius Alex Winters

Age

Twenty-Three (Appearance)

Gender

Cis-Male

Sexuality

Omnisexual

Height

6'0 (182cm)

p

syche.

Aelius is a figure carved from silence, a man who drifts through the royal halls with all the presence of a ghost and none of the warmth of the living. His face is rarely touched by emotion, his expression a permanent blank slate that reveals nothing to those around him. It’s not that he fears attention—he simply finds it beneath him. To be observed is to be vulnerable, and Aelius has no desire to be laid bare for anyone’s curiosity. Yet, there is a subtle tell in him: when someone manages to intrigue him, whether through wit, boldness, or sheer defiance, a fleeting smile may break through his cold exterior. That smile is rare, but it is the clearest indication that Aelius is watching—and that, in itself, can be either a gift or a threat.

Despite his preference for isolation, Aelius possesses an unintentional charm that borders on dangerous. His words, often blunt or casually spoken, have a way of flustering others without him ever meaning to. What he sees as simple honesty tends to land with unintended weight, brushing too close to intimate or suggestive for comfort. His curiosity is sharp and constant, driving him to seek out the quietest corners of the estate, where his mind can wander freely without interruption. That doesn’t mean he avoids others entirely—he can hold a conversation when necessary—but it’s clear that he views most interactions as a transaction, something to endure rather than enjoy. It’s only in the company of those who defy rules and refuse to be tamed that Aelius feels any real spark of interest.

Aelius embraces his nature as a vampire with unapologetic ease. He has no shame in being seen mid-feed, the crimson stain on his lips serving as a warning rather than a source of embarrassment. For him, feeding is survival, and anyone who catches him in the act is welcome to either flee or stay—though the latter rarely ends well. His distaste for unnecessary disturbances is balanced by a deep-rooted streak of sadism, a dark enjoyment in toying with those who challenge his patience. Yet, for all his sharp edges, Aelius is drawn to the rebellious and fearless—those who spit in the face of danger rather than shrink from it. It’s in their recklessness that he sees something worth breaking his silence for, even if only for a moment.

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istory

Aelius had been a vampire for a decent amount of time, however, his past still clings to him like a problem that is never solved. I's dusty-like a book in the library that was forgotten-because of how long it had been. Originally, his mind had fogged when he was first turned into a vampire, which leads to why he doesn't have a clear memory, but he still knows how things went. Things grew worse as he 'lived' on, though, mostly because of his new found family. A coven, not for witches, but for vampires; him included. A built family that isn't stable in any way.

When he was a human, his family was one that departed into the trees. A wood carpenter for his father, and a mother who learned to keep a cottage clean. The moon in the night sky was most prominent for where they settled, and yet, his relatives held no fear. Aelius gained strength from the daily labor he was told to do every sunrise to sundown. The main task was helping the family thrive, and so they did. But disaster stroke when he and his dad decided to go out at midnight for some hunting. Aelius wasn't that hesitant to go, and so, while plucking some berries a flash of something shadowy appeared. He hadn't seen it, until it was too late.

Shrill cries came from through out the forest, the same one of his parent that had accompanied Aelius. He was stunned, and frozen into place. But he wasn't spared. Fangs met with skin, nails as long as elderwood branches clawing at bloodied patches, and eyes...eyes so bright as scarlet. However, while on the brink of death, there was something that awakened in him. Another vampire had appeared amidst this battle, and swept Aelius away for the greater good. That's when he met his new chained kin, and those who explained how he was no longer the same species he was before. In the mean time of adjusting to new life, he was given a token. A jewelry piece. A pair of earrings, both enhanced to protect from a certain amount of sunlight.

What's more to say is that Aelius was now royalty. Odd, he had been a man who was in the woods. Yet now he was reformed into a new being. Now he was always creeping in the halls with long silky ropes or even tight scripts hanging over his words. A dining table, two seats for the head mistress and mister, and then five seats for the cradled children. He was stuck between reality and nightmares, the scene of the once dark night of being turned into the monster he is now replaying over and over again. He changed, completely, enough to be that Aelius was not some optimistic person with a bright outlook, but rather, one who viewed death as an escape.

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CHUUYAS_HAT · Apr 15, 2025

Sybil Antonova has a lot of secrets up her sleeve.
For one, she can be seen in many worlds. How?

To Breathe A Heavy Note

Sybil Antonova "Nova"

★★★★★★

Female / Twenty / Singer

Armarouge | Glaceon | Noivern

Indeedee | Lurantis | Lucario

Personality

Sybil is definitely the kind of person who keeps her walls up. Not in a cold, mysterious way—more like in a don’t bother me unless you’re serious kind of way. She’s super specific about who she lets in, both people and Pokémon. If a Pokémon doesn’t match her vibe or bring her peace, she’s not catching it, period. She’ll give that classic side-eye to anything she thinks is too immature or dramatic, like someone crying over spilled Poképuffs or trying to flirt mid-battle. But the weird part? When she’s on stage singing, it’s like a totally different side of her appears. She feels everything in those moments, even if she’d never admit it out loud.

Her sense of justice is strong, though. She’s not the type to ignore bad stuff just because it doesn’t involve her. If someone’s getting harassed or bullied, she will step in, and honestly? Probably be a little terrifying while doing it. She’s not afraid to swing a punch if someone’s crossing the line—though her Pokémon usually beat her to it. Still, she knows the limits and respects the law enough not to become the problem herself. She’d return a stolen wallet without expecting a thank you and walk off before anyone could make it a big deal. Sybil hates crowds and personal space invaders. Touch her without asking, and you’re probably gonna get barked at—literally or by one of her team.

Despite all that cold and distant energy, you can tell she feels more than she lets on. Her music’s packed with meaning, stories you’d never expect to come from someone who barely speaks to strangers. She’s not here to be liked—she’s here to exist on her own terms. Maybe that’s why her team respects her so much. Each Pokémon with her has a purpose, a story, a little shard of her heart. You won’t catch Sybil goofing off or trying to be cute, but you will catch her watching sunsets in silence with her Armarouge or sketching lyrics in the corner of a loud café, headphones in, world shut out.

Background

Sybil didn’t grow up with dreams of becoming a singer—at least not the kind who stood under a spotlight with people cheering her name. It started when she was about twelve, when she moved in with her aunt, who managed a run-down café with a tiny performance corner. Customers would often hum along to the old jukebox, and one night, her aunt dared her to sing. It was awkward, it was nerve-wracking, but she did it. And when she noticed the tired faces around her soften, even just a little, something about it clicked. She wasn’t singing to “express her pain” or “heal” anyone—it was just her voice filling the room, and that was enough. From there, she got invited to small events—fairs, tiny league fundraisers, sometimes the late-night train station lounges. She kept things simple. No flashy moves, no forced smiles—just rhythm, melody, and making sure her Pokémon got the first slice of cake at backstage parties.

Her Lucario didn’t come to her in any soft or sappy way. They met during a winter battle near Mt. Coronet—he was wild, fiercely proud, and seemed to be challenging anyone who passed through. Most trainers backed off after one look. Sybil didn’t. She didn’t even use her full team—just studied his movements, wore him down, and made it clear she wasn’t going to treat him like a trophy. After hours in the snow, bruised and worn, he finally sat down in front of her. She offered him a Poké Ball. He knocked it away at first. But by the second try, he accepted. Since then, he’s been her wall—rarely affectionate, but always present, just like her.

Lurantis came later, when Sybil was in a greenhouse doing a mini performance for a botanical expo. The place was quiet, humid, thick with blooming scents. Lurantis had been living in the back, camouflaged among the flowers. Sybil hadn’t even noticed her until she returned later that night to grab something she’d left behind. The Lurantis was watching her, curious. They stared at each other for a good minute before Sybil, without saying a word, offered her a Poké Puff. It wasn’t trust at first sight—but with time, the Grass-type warmed up. Not every Pokémon had to be dramatic to be strong, and Sybil respected that. Now, Lurantis likes hanging near her during vocal warmups, not because of the music, but probably just for the vibe.

Pokémon Movesets

♂ Armarouge [ FLASH FIRE ] : Flame Charge, Flamethrower, Psybeam, Dark Pulse, Dragon Pulse, Aura Sphere, Calm Mind, & Meteor Beam
♀ Glaceon [ ICE BODY ] : Ice Fang, Snowscape, Water Pulse, Ice Beam, Shadow Ball, Hyper Voice, Mud Shot, & Giga Impact
♂ Noivern [ INFILTRATOR ] : Dragon pulse, Double Team, Acrobatics, Dragon Claw, Air Slash, Tailwind, Boomburst, & Draco Meteor
♀ Indeedee [ OWN TEMPO ] : Disarming Voice, Dazzling Gleam, Psybeam, Play Nice, Psychic, Swift, Draining Kiss, & Drain Punch
♀ Lurantis [ LEAF GUARD ] : Night Slash, Petal Blizzard, Razor Leaf, X-Scissor, Synthesis, Leaf Blade, Pollen Puff, & Swords Dance
♂ Lucario [ JUSTIFIED ] : Reversal, Quick Attack, Bullet Punch, Metal Sound, Dragon Pulse, Meteor Mash, Aura Sphere, & Bone Rush

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CHUUYAS_HAT · Apr 15, 2025

CHUUYAS_HAT said:
Her Knight In Shining Armor
Sybil June Whiteflag
★★★★★★
Female / Twenty / Loyalist
Heliolisk | Grimmsnarl | Houndoom
Hawlucha | Mismagius | Duraludon
Appearance & Persona
Sybil has dark blue hair tied in a low ponytail that partially covered her right eye. Her eyes are bright purple, and she wears dark blue earrings in the shape of drops of water, with a hat atop her head. It's not necessarily a bycocket hat, yet it is a label one could call it. Her howl attire is mostly in the same color scheme of indigos, whites, blacks, and purples. She stands at 5 feet, 6 inches (167cm).

Sybil is a steadfast individual, her demeanor unwavering and composed even in the face of high-pressure situations. As a Pokémon trainer, she exhibits exceptional skill and strategy in battles, never underestimating her opponents. Sybil thrives in combat, her focus and determination making her a formidable rival. Her ambiverted nature allows her to strike a balance between social interactions and time spent in solitude. She values her independence but isn’t averse to meaningful connections, finding solace in the presence of her trusted companion and closest friend, May. May's real name was Mayflower, though.

Loyalty defines much of Sybil’s character. She is fiercely protective of those she holds dear, particularly Mayflower, standing as a shield in times of adversity. Her stoic nature means she rarely expresses emotions openly, but her actions speak volumes about her unwavering support for her friends. When something genuinely amuses her, Sybil's rare laugh or subtle smile feels like a treasure, showing a glimmer of warmth beneath her composed exterior. However, her sharp tongue can cut deeply, delivering blunt truths without a flicker of emotion—a quality that earns her respect and fear in equal measure.

Sybil has a deep appreciation for music, finding solace in the melodies of a violin or the gentle chords of a piano. Though she rarely speaks about it, the sound of well-played instruments has a calming effect on her usually guarded demeanor, allowing her to reflect and unwind. She holds great respect for those who hone their talents, believing that skills, whether musical or otherwise, should never be wasted. Witnessing someone perform with passion and precision often earns her silent admiration, and though she may not always voice it, Sybil finds inspiration in their dedication and artistry.

Background
It all started when she was just a kid. A girl with long, golden-blonde hair had mentioned a game of a princess and a knight. Sybil was enchanted by the idea, and had agreed. Sybil became the knight, whilst the girl who she was playing with was the princess. Princess Mayflower. It was just supposed to end after the parted ways, yet, for some reason they kept coming back in the 'roleplay' world. Such childish schemes, whenever Sybil looks back on it, she sometimes asks what would've happened if she never met May?

Yes, they're great friends now still. They don't leave one another, since technically they don't much to do. If Sybil needed to catch a Squirtle, May was coming with her. And the same thing happened if inverted. It was always like that. And yet, the role of their game from long ago seemed to still be in play. Sybil can't help but think she has some authority over her friend, like May needs to be protected. May sometimes joked that Sybil was like the perfect, personal bodyguard she always wanted. Maybe it could be put in that way.

Mayflower had actually set up her alias as May Wingbird, when in originality it was Mayflower Wingbird. The girl did this so that Sybil and May had matching names. Sybil had a middle name of June, whereas May was also a month too. It was a bit more of a comfort knowing May went out of her way to do that. But another part for reason was because, who would call someone Mayflower?

Pokémon Movesets
Heliolisk: Focus Blast, Dragon Tail, Thunderwave, Thunderbolt, Mud Slap, Quick Attack, Charge Beam, & Iron Tail
Grimmsnarl: Spirit Break, Darkest Lariat, Shadow Claw, Dark Pulse, Lightscreen, Shadow Sneak, Thunderwave, & Brick Break
Houndoom: Flamethrower, Dark Pulse, Fire Fang, Thunder Fang, Shadow Ball, Swift, Smog, & Nasty Plot
Hawlucha: Acrobatics, High Jump Kick, Wing Attack, X-Scissor, Karate Chop, Mega Punch, Focus Blast, & Sword Dance
Mismagius: Psybeam, Psywave, Double Team, Magical Leaf, Shadow Ball, Shockwave, Thunderbolt, & Dark Pulse
Duraludon: Steel Beam, Metal Claw, Iron Defense, Stone Edge, Dragon Claw, Dragon Pulse, Night Slash, & Draco Meteor

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To Breathe A Heavy Note
Sybil Antonova "Nova"
★★★★★★
Female / Twenty / Singer
Armarouge | Glaceon | Noivern
Indeedee | Lurantis | Lucario
Personality
Sybil is definitely the kind of person who keeps her walls up. Not in a cold, mysterious way—more like in a don’t bother me unless you’re serious kind of way. She’s super specific about who she lets in, both people and Pokémon. If a Pokémon doesn’t match her vibe or bring her peace, she’s not catching it, period. She’ll give that classic side-eye to anything she thinks is too immature or dramatic, like someone crying over spilled Poképuffs or trying to flirt mid-battle. But the weird part? When she’s on stage singing, it’s like a totally different side of her appears. She feels everything in those moments, even if she’d never admit it out loud.

Her sense of justice is strong, though. She’s not the type to ignore bad stuff just because it doesn’t involve her. If someone’s getting harassed or bullied, she will step in, and honestly? Probably be a little terrifying while doing it. She’s not afraid to swing a punch if someone’s crossing the line—though her Pokémon usually beat her to it. Still, she knows the limits and respects the law enough not to become the problem herself. She’d return a stolen wallet without expecting a thank you and walk off before anyone could make it a big deal. Sybil hates crowds and personal space invaders. Touch her without asking, and you’re probably gonna get barked at—literally or by one of her team.

Despite all that cold and distant energy, you can tell she feels more than she lets on. Her music’s packed with meaning, stories you’d never expect to come from someone who barely speaks to strangers. She’s not here to be liked—she’s here to exist on her own terms. Maybe that’s why her team respects her so much. Each Pokémon with her has a purpose, a story, a little shard of her heart. You won’t catch Sybil goofing off or trying to be cute, but you will catch her watching sunsets in silence with her Armarouge or sketching lyrics in the corner of a loud café, headphones in, world shut out.

Background
Sybil didn’t grow up with dreams of becoming a singer—at least not the kind who stood under a spotlight with people cheering her name. It started when she was about twelve, when she moved in with her aunt, who managed a run-down café with a tiny performance corner. Customers would often hum along to the old jukebox, and one night, her aunt dared her to sing. It was awkward, it was nerve-wracking, but she did it. And when she noticed the tired faces around her soften, even just a little, something about it clicked. She wasn’t singing to “express her pain” or “heal” anyone—it was just her voice filling the room, and that was enough. From there, she got invited to small events—fairs, tiny league fundraisers, sometimes the late-night train station lounges. She kept things simple. No flashy moves, no forced smiles—just rhythm, melody, and making sure her Pokémon got the first slice of cake at backstage parties.

Her Lucario didn’t come to her in any soft or sappy way. They met during a winter battle near Mt. Coronet—he was wild, fiercely proud, and seemed to be challenging anyone who passed through. Most trainers backed off after one look. Sybil didn’t. She didn’t even use her full team—just studied his movements, wore him down, and made it clear she wasn’t going to treat him like a trophy. After hours in the snow, bruised and worn, he finally sat down in front of her. She offered him a Poké Ball. He knocked it away at first. But by the second try, he accepted. Since then, he’s been her wall—rarely affectionate, but always present, just like her.

Lurantis came later, when Sybil was in a greenhouse doing a mini performance for a botanical expo. The place was quiet, humid, thick with blooming scents. Lurantis had been living in the back, camouflaged among the flowers. Sybil hadn’t even noticed her until she returned later that night to grab something she’d left behind. The Lurantis was watching her, curious. They stared at each other for a good minute before Sybil, without saying a word, offered her a Poké Puff. It wasn’t trust at first sight—but with time, the Grass-type warmed up. Not every Pokémon had to be dramatic to be strong, and Sybil respected that. Now, Lurantis likes hanging near her during vocal warmups, not because of the music, but probably just for the vibe.

Pokémon Movesets
♂ Armarouge [ FLASH FIRE ] : Flame Charge, Flamethrower, Psybeam, Dark Pulse, Dragon Pulse, Aura Sphere, Calm Mind, & Meteor Beam
♀ Glaceon [ ICE BODY ] : Ice Fang, Snowscape, Water Pulse, Ice Beam, Shadow Ball, Hyper Voice, Mud Shot, & Giga Impact
♂ Noivern [ INFILTRATOR ] : Dragon pulse, Double Team, Acrobatics, Dragon Claw, Air Slash, Tailwind, Boomburst, & Draco Meteor
♀ Indeedee [ OWN TEMPO ] : Disarming Voice, Dazzling Gleam, Psybeam, Play Nice, Psychic, Swift, Draining Kiss, & Drain Punch
♀ Lurantis [ LEAF GUARD ] : Night Slash, Petal Blizzard, Razor Leaf, X-Scissor, Synthesis, Leaf Blade, Pollen Puff, & Swords Dance
♂ Lucario [ JUSTIFIED ] : Reversal, Quick Attack, Bullet Punch, Metal Sound, Dragon Pulse, Meteor Mash, Aura Sphere, & Bone Rush

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CHUUYAS_HAT · Friday at 9:02 PM

Playing Sybil In

THEKAZUHA_ANEMO 's Story!
They Have Rights Over This Character Too.

role.

A Hunter That Doesn't Belong, And Travels Through New Verses.

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full name

Sybil Antonova

age

Twenty

gender

Cis-Female

sexuality

Demisexual

world

Shiro Hoshi

Ability

Solfege

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height

5'5 (165cm)

hair colour

Black, White, & Gold

eye colour

Bright Yellow
persona.

stone-hearted

puppy-lover

foodie

Pertinacious

Sybil doesn’t fake anything—what you see is what you get, and what you get isn’t all warm smiles and polite nods. Her face gives nothing away except the occasional unimpressed side-glance when someone says something painfully awkward or just plain immature. She doesn’t go looking for attention, but somehow it finds her anyway, drawn to that cold quiet composure that makes people wonder what she’s thinking. The truth is, she likes calm. She picks her surroundings, her outfits, her playlists—everything—with a kind of calculated comfort, never too flashy, always just right. If it doesn't match her vibe or soothe something inside her, she won’t touch it.

The one exception? The stage. Give Sybil a mic and some decent acoustics, and it’s like watching someone flip a switch. There’s this rare kind of joy that flashes across her face when she’s mid-performance, wrapped up in the rhythm and lyrics, and for once, she’s not holding anything back. She doesn't explain her songs—they’re layered with meanings only she fully understands—but if you catch her in the middle of one, you’ll see something deeper than her usual blank stare. She won't admit it out loud, but music is the one place where being vulnerable doesn't make even her of all people cringe. It's like a safe place.

Still, Sybil isn’t soft. She’s the type to step in when someone’s getting picked on, not because she wants to be a hero, but because she hates injustice with every fiber of her being. Thieves, creeps, anyone who thinks rules are just suggestions—they get on her nerves fast. If she wasn’t worried about getting arrested, she’d probably handle it herself. Ironically though, she’s not exactly the warm, approachable type. She doesn't like being touched, doesn’t like clingy people, and definitely doesn’t like kids (unless it’s from a distance). But—she’s got a soft spot for puppies. And if you catch her alone, elbows on a café table and snacks piled high, you'll see her true weakness: food. It’s her one public indulgence, and she never really apologizes for it. This is how she is, so deal with it.

interests

Vintage Record Collecting, Crime-Cases, Morse Code, Shadow Puppetry, Dagger Etching, Ivy-Filled Walls

hobbies

Observing Black Cats, Matching Tea To Emotions, Making Bookmarks By Hand, Constellation-Seeking
history.

A Single Crow Stands

Sybil was only a child when a large vortex had appeared in front of her garden, swallowing her up and spitting her out into a place of unknown. Ever since she became a part-time assassin and spy for each world she traveled to. Her main goal was reaching her birth universe, but she couldn't find the right portal. Each time she moves, she brings a different history with her. Though she hides it from others, she still remembers everything that had happened in the previous world. Some even gave her powers, like in an action-filled infinity, but they were lost after she left. However, with great training came great skills. If she's turned into a princess, she'll still understand the ways of combat-simply because she had been tested to every limit already. The worst part is she knows it won't stop unless she finds her main planet.

Out of one and a million, Sybil wonders why she's just sent to yet another wrong area. She would never feel like she belonged again, that was for sure. When being sent into the late 80's where only black and white existed, she realized music was part of her soul. Taking upon that wish forced color into the world, but before she could take to the stage, she was whisked away despite saving the problem that once existed. She was a hero, in others eyes, but not to herself. It was normal to find that those mechanisms that shot her into new land-spaces would come after she accomplished something that truly mattered. Sometimes she spent a year or so in an area, and others just a few months, days, and even weeks!

Then came the time of dismissal. While trying to fend off a warlock in a controversy-kingdom, fantasy timeline, she was hit with some sort of enchanted ability that held her age in place. Like it was frozen. It was only near the time she'd leave the world did a wizard she made good friends with break it down for her. Sybil was torn to pieces. She'd never age? Now that was some news that could ruin a girl. But none the less, she was forced into an area that had a diverse amount of species. They had powers, not the humans, and it tamed her anger. It was peaceful in this bitter universe, so at least she got to lay back and enjoy the show. It took her a year before another door opened up. One that sent travels to Shiro Hoshi.

Solfege: A Small Symphony

With both peace and harmony coming together to make an orchestra just for you, when coming to Shiro Hoshi, Sybil is given the ability of song. Her vocals were naturally pretty, and the world master just wanted her to delve deeper in such interests. A soft hum to a strangled cry can lead to music notes wavering around. Each edge these beautiful things have are sharp-like they can cut any hunter to pieces if they got too close. She still has the choice when to summon them, but that is yet to be controlled. There are many ways to had a strong power like this; it just depended on who it was given to. From all the days Sybil felt so alone, her heart was attracted to singing. What happens when your greatest strength and greatest weakness are just two of the same thing?

Sybil is naturally an irritable person who only controls herself on the outside when it's needed. Anger can swell through the voice, creating angry notes to fall from her now dreadful-melodies. The more raged she is, the faster her ability gets. The more sad she is, the amount of regeneration increases. Each musical note that is summoned will bring a song of it's own. When her voice is light, and starts a decrescendo, it almost sounds like a sweet lullaby. When singing is needed most in painful times, however, comes the popping noises of all emotions. There isn't a single day that doesn't need several kinds of genres in music.

Adding on to all the positive effects, Sybil works well as a support team member. Her spells of music can cast enhancements in speed, strength, and even decreasing fatigue. Though she acts well with dagger and sword, she's more upbeat when giving herself a huff of encouragement through even her power. Abilities do not need to always be good in battle. They can bring unique features in just life itself too. If it was her choice, she'd use her ability to help promote better entertainment. That is, if she could ever get in front of people like that. Getting too close is a hard no. She'll always remain that one person who sobs behind the curtains, rather the star that is thrown up to the sky from their sports members. Solfege will just be a small reminder that her songs matter.

Life is like a beautiful melody, only the lyrics are messed up. An example is ours.

I didn't ask for poems...

Neither did I with your protests. I tell you only valuable lessons. Your fault for not listening.
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Did Sybil Go To Pokémon?

Yes, She Even Beat A Gym Leader Too!

Meteor Shower

Cave Time

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CHUUYAS_HAT · Saturday at 10:21 AM

role.

A Kuroboshi Who Lost All Means To Make Peace With Others.

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full name

Sanji Inouye

age

Twenty-Eight

gender

Cis-Male

sexuality

Homosexual

Level

Twenty

Ability

Scorpion

visage.

scroll

height

6'1 (185cm)

hair colour

Brown

eye colour

Aureate
persona.

two-faced

cynical

zealous

neurotic

Sanji wears cynicism like a pressed coat, tailored to fit the world’s rot. He knows better than to believe in kindness for its own sake, and he's long since stopped pretending that he doesn't enjoy the cruelty of control. Words roll off his tongue like silk wrapped around a blade—sometimes a poem, sometimes a lie, and often both. He doesn’t deny what he is. A villain? Perhaps. But to Sanji, that term is far too romanticized to carry the weight of his intent. What he does, he does with purpose—profit, power, or pleasure. The game is never fair, and he's content being the one who moves pieces, not plays them.

When surrounded by other Kuroboshi or those weaker than him, Sanji takes on the quiet authority of a man who knows no one can touch him. His sword is patient, his manner collected—he doesn't kill out of rage, but indifference. A strike to end the story before it even begins. Yet when someone stirs something in him—potential, real resistance, or a mirror of his own darkness—there’s a shift. His eyes, once unreadable, flicker with something close to joy. Not the tender kind, but the thrill of challenge, of dancing near the edge of consequence. And if he’s pushed far enough to bleed or break pace, it’s no longer a game. His fire is not loud but consuming, a low burn that grows hungrier the longer it’s fed. It’s not defeat he fears—it’s insignificance.

But Sanji isn't always made of daggers. Alone, he is surprisingly quiet—more ghost than man. Training beneath moonlight or watching the flicker of EXP above his vision, there is a stillness in him that suggests the weight he carries is older than his smirk. He’ll flirt with new faces, spin kindness like a spell, then rip the veil off when it’s too late to look away. Breaking someone’s hope is, in his words, "a kind of art." Yet, beneath the performance, Sanji hides something untouched. He’s drawn to men—not openly, not proudly, but in a way that he keeps under lock and wit. Women receive his charm like roses dipped in ink, beautiful but false. The truth? He doesn’t believe in love, not really. But if it were to exist, it would be with someone just as dangerous. Just as cruel. Just as human.

skills

Pick-Pocketing, Manipulating, Back-Stabbing, Observing, Juggling, Standing At High Heights

inventory

+2 Identity Changing Potions, +1 Poison Gas Bomb, +3 Wolfbane Teeth (To Be Sold), Invisible Armor (Half Set), Bought +1 Intermediate Scythe
history.

There Was Always A Reason

Sanji used to be more of a people-person when he was alive, bright and high spirited despite always a bit tame with the quiet. Now he remains stoic, feeling betrayed that he lost the chance to do so many things. Life was so short, and he didn't even spend much time on doing what he enjoyed. His best friend was the most popular, also a part time actor. The two of them since childhood had been connected by a promise; that they'd live it all down together. Many years later, it didn't end well. Police lights were blaring in both red and blue when caution tape guarded him away from the bloody mess. The only person who matched his energy with such raw emotion had fled to the skies above. Sanji blamed it on them, that everything was because his friend could be reckless at time. After that, things became pretty much of a mess for him.

Reality blurred for him, and he always wondered why his parents didn't get close to him as much anymore. With his sudden yells ripping through each room whenever something reminded him of his friend's grave, it wasn't too long before he was told that he should move out. Sanji didn't let out a word after, and waited in the heavy pelted rain. City lights ran over pretty quickly around here, and it somehow enchanted him that something so beautiful could just hold murderers. Murderers. The person who was drunk-driving had crashed into someone he loved. He needed the burden shrugged off his shoulders, and the only way to get that kind of power was to hunt down every single thing that wronged him, or hurt him.

Now, the television set had blared on from the now half-empty living room, showcasing tons of people's disappearances. Sanji's photo was hung up, one with a bounty, and the other as a prime suspect. While trying to wash the blood off of his own hands, he was trapped in his own arcade game. The police and investigators were like cats chasing the mouse, and as the mouse, he would always get eaten. Before he could properly be sent to jail, he had tried to run away. One last time. But that was a foolish attempt. The roads were busy, and meeting the same demise he had once thought was pretty stupid was making him look like a laughing stalk. His family sobbed, though he was a criminal, he was still family. Leaving something great like that tore him, but left out something. Though heart shattered, something else rekindled. If he couldn't control one place, there was always somewhere else he could do otherwise.

Scorpion: Rock Rises Below

Originally, when Sanji had first stepped into Shiro Hoshi and discovered his abilities, he had struck himself with rock. Or in other words, sandstone. The ability to control things that lie just underground can construct an earthquake one might think is unavoidable-which is true, to him. It is not summoning gravel using whatever dust particles left in the air, but more likely using what is already given. Just like how plants sprout through the floors, pebbles can tremble on even the slightest of occasion when around him. Making buildings and walls-barriers too-isn't much of a problem, which is why he already considers himself halfway through being the next 'creator' of this world.

As a Kuroboshi in Shiro Hoshi, counting as a rule breaker, Sanji is not only able to manipulate rock that stands alone, but also is able to form strong sandstorms. These grainy winds helps with letting enemies losing their target or sense of direction. Sometimes he might just pull out a slap of sand to throw at your eyes, making you potentially blind for the time being, but he isn't one who uses such lame tactics like that. Being cursed and corrupted meant you got access to exactly the same thing. Cutting past the service walls of the system, he was nearly born as a desert demon. Usually, in Shiro Hoshi, weather doesn't change that much when in regular areas. Being able to do that now would change the way things worked, but that's what he wants, right?

Another side-ability granted to him is telekinesis. From a power box that emanated a dark aura, he retrieved this power, only to be greatly weakened. All he can do with this is control things close to him, or he's just helpless like anyone else. Sanji found the power box, if he really paid any attention to it, a month ago. Mastering it is impossible, because the power box that he had found realizes he is not it's true owner. What is this power box? Something rare to ever find-it gives one time use abilities. But he found a way to extend the time. And doing that, made his heart darken even more. The more he uses it, the more he has chances of fading away. Like how it's said before, it is impossible to die in Shiro Hoshi unless from a Kuroboshi, or getting to your goal. That would never be the same for him, because he chose to do this to himself.

Ace Weapon: Scythe

You cannot forgive, if you forget. You can't forget, if you forgave.

I chose to do neither, and that's what brings me here. If only I was better than him.

He just died without me. What do I do now? I have every right to be evil!
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Will Sanji Win?

No One Knows...

Let The World Burn

Chris Grey

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