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Name: Faelyn Valens aka "Fae"
Nickname(s): Fae, Moth, Brat
Gender Identity: Male
Pronouns: He/Him
Race: (In-Game) Miqo'te/Moon Cat (Lore) Cryptid/Shapeshifter
Homeworld: Dynamis/Maduin
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Age: 30's
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 115 lbs
Hair Color: Half black and half white
Eye Color: White
Distinguishing Features: Moth antannae, Elf Ears, Multiple Tattoos and Piercings
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Personality: Timid, Quiet, Bratty at Times, Curious, Introverted
Likes: Stargazing, Dancing, Reading, Sweetings, Collecting Shiny Things, Lights
Dislikes: Abandonment, Liars, Crocodile Tears, Loud Noises
Vices: Sweets, Lights, Shiny Things
Zodiac: Libra
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
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Orientation: Pansexual
Role: Switch
Dynamic: Closed Poly, Open to all RP and Gposing
Status: Partnered with Nao and Aster
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Name: Valerio Valens aka "Val"
Nickname(s): Val, Rio
Gender Identity: Male
Pronouns: He/Him
Race: (In-Game) Fox Demon
Homeworld: Dynamis/Maduin
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Age: Unknown; Appears to be in his 30s
Height: 6' 5"
Weight: 195 lbs
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown, though barely seeable due to the blue glow of his eyes
Distinguishing Features: Facial and body piercings, many moles, various tattoos
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Personality: Sly, sharp-tongued, and perpetually amused by others’ misfortune. He moves with lazy confidence, always acting like he knows more than he lets on. Quick to manipulate and quicker to vanish when things get dull, he treats loyalty as a joke and chaos as a hobby. Beneath the smirk, though, he’s fiercely prideful—wound his ego, and he becomes downright feral.
Likes: Toying with his “food”, High places, Nighttime strolls, Having his hair pet
Dislikes: Water, Loud noises, Closed doors, People touching his tail without permission
Vices: Gambling, Overindulgence
Zodiac: Libra
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
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Orientation: Pansexual
Role: Switch
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The Azure Cantor of a Forgotten AgeLong before neon spires pierced the sky and artificial suns bathed the land in endless twilight, there lived a fox-blooded demon whose voice could still the wind itself.His name has been lost to time.He was born in Alexandria, in an era when the city still breathed stone and song rather than circuitry and light. In those days, fox demons were not feared as monsters, but mistrusted as omens—creatures said to be born where grief lingered too long, where emotions curdled into something sharp enough to cut the world.From birth, his eyes burned an impossible cerulean blue, a color associated with prophecy, ruin, and the Echo of forgotten gods. Elders whispered that such eyes meant he would either save countless souls… or damn them.They were not wrong.A Voice That Bound the SoulHe did not discover his power through claw or flame, but through song.As a child, when his emotions ran too deep to contain, his voice would resonate—notes carrying weight, bending reality ever so slightly. When he sang softly, wounds closed. When he sang in sorrow, memories surfaced long buried. When he sang in rage… even stone cracked.Alexandria embraced him not as a warrior, but as a cantor, a ceremonial singer whose voice was used to calm unrest, ease the dying, and seal ancient wards woven into the city’s foundations.His songs were said to anchor souls, preventing the restless dead from wandering, preventing despair from consuming the living. To Alexandria, he was not merely a performer—he was a living bulwark against collapse.But such power is never free.Each song carved something from him.Every performance drained pieces of his joy, his warmth, his ability to feel without pain. He sang anyway—because the city asked, and because he loved it.The Fall of AlexandriaWhen Alexandria began to change—when progress turned cruel and innovation demanded sacrifice—his voice became a weapon.The ruling powers sought to harness him, to turn his resonance into a controllable force. They wanted his song encoded, replicated, stripped of its soul and fed into machines that would never tire.He refused.A voice born of emotion cannot survive without it.For his defiance, he was betrayed.In a desperate attempt to preserve Alexandria’s “future,” he was bound in an arcane stasis—entombed beneath the city, his final song woven into a seal meant to last forever. Official records declared him dead. Legends called him a demon that had to be silenced.His last conscious memory was singing through agony—holding the city together even as it buried him alive.Awakening in a World That Forgot HimHe awoke centuries later.Alexandria was gone as he knew it—its spirit hollowed out, its song replaced by artificial hums and sterile perfection. Above him rose Solution Nine, a city of light and logic, efficiency and control.The seal broke not because it failed—but because the city no longer needed his song.Or so it believed.Disoriented and enraged, he wandered this future like a ghost, a relic wrapped in fur and sorrow. His voice, once revered, now felt alien—even dangerous. When he tried to sing, the harmonics interfered with technology, causing lights to flicker, systems to malfunction, synthetic minds to stutter.They called him an anomaly.A glitch.A demon.Song as Power, Pain as FuelHe has since reclaimed his voice—but it is no longer gentle.His singing now manifests as resonant aether, shaped by emotion and memory. Lullabies become mind-binding enchantments. Ballads of grief summon spectral echoes of the past. Screams woven into melody can shatter barriers or strip illusions bare.The bluer his eyes burn, the more dangerous the song. Should his eyes turn to red, beware.Yet every performance threatens to drag him back into the agony of Alexandria’s fall. His power is inseparable from his trauma—his voice strongest when his heart is breaking.Still, he sings.Because silence feels too much like being buried again.The Demon Who RemembersNow residing in Solution Nine, he exists between eras—too ancient to belong, too alive to fade away. He sings not for crowds, but for those who still feel out of place in a world that moves too fast and forgets too easily.Some say when he performs, you can hear another city beneath the music—stone streets, candlelight, and a civilization that died screaming behind closed doors.He is not a villain.He is not a savior.He is a reminder.That progress without soul leaves ghosts behind—and some of them learn how to sing.
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Name: Finnley
Nickname(s): Finn, Shark
Gender Identity: Male
Pronouns: He/Him
Race: Humanoid Shark
Homeworld: Dynamis/Maduin
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Age: 29
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 100 lbs
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Sky Blue
Distinguishing Features: Pointy Ears, Shark Tail
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Personality: Finnley is a bright-spirited, mischievous shark boy with boundless energy and zero ability to sit still for long. He leads with playful confidence—always ready with a grin, a splash, or a teasing remark—but underneath the goofiness he’s surprisingly loyal and protective. He’s the type who pretends he’s fearless yet jumps at unexpected noises, then tries to act like he meant to do that. Curious to a fault, he pokes his nose (and sometimes his teeth) into anything interesting, collecting oddities like little treasures. Though he loves attention and physical play, he gets awkward with serious emotions, often deflecting with jokes. Warm-hearted, impulsive, and endlessly fun, Finnley brings a wave of chaotic joy wherever he goes.
Likes: Collecting seashells, Giving playful nips and bumps, Riding the waves, Sunbathing, Watermelon (he thinks of it as land fruit that tastes like the ocean)
Dislikes: Arid climates, The feeling of wet clothes on his skin, Sand between his cheeks (you already know which pair), Fish-flavored or shaped snacks (he thinks them racist)
Vices: Sweets
Zodiac: Libra
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
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Orientation: Gay
Role: Bottom
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Finnley of the TidesFinnley was never meant to exist as he is.His mother was a Raen Au Ra woman who lived near the sea, gentle of spirit and stubbornly compassionate in a world that showed her little mercy. Especially after it took her husband from her far too soon. During her pregnancy, she was captured by the Garlean Empire and subjected to grotesque experimentation. The Garleans, ever hungry for weapons that could conquer land and sea alike, injected the unborn child with modified shark DNA, intent on creating a living brute—an amphibious shock trooper forged in the womb and tempered by discipline.What emerged was not what they wanted.Finnley was born altered, his body bearing the marks of the ocean: powerful musculature, predatory instincts, and an uncanny ease in the water. Yet beneath the strength and teeth was a heart that mirrored his mother’s—kind, empathetic, and unwilling to crush others simply because he could. No matter how harsh the training, no matter how cruel the lessons, he could never become the weapon the Garleans demanded.For thirteen years, they tried to break him.He failed their trials again and again—not for lack of strength, but for refusal to abandon mercy. Each failure hardened their disappointment into rage. In the end, they deemed him a wasted experiment. He was beaten nearly to death and discarded without ceremony, his broken body thrown into the open sea as though it were refuse.The ocean, however, did not reject him.His body was discovered drifting among the waves by a band of Lominsan pirates. Where the Empire saw a monster, they saw a boy clinging to life. They hauled him aboard, tended his wounds, and offered him something he had never known: unconditional kindness.Finnley never forgot it.Out of gratitude—and eventually love—he pledged himself to their crew. Life at sea suited him in ways nothing else ever had. His shark-blood made him invaluable: he could scout hostile shores unseen, swim through dangerous waters without fear, and plunge into crushing depths to retrieve treasures no ordinary sailor could reach. The sea became his home, the crew his family, and the black flag his banner.Now, Finnley lives as a pirate of the open waters—plundering relics, charting forgotten depths, and carving his own legend beneath the waves. Though his origins are soaked in cruelty, he refuses to let them define him. He fights fiercely when he must, protects his crew with unyielding loyalty, and still carries the compassion his mother gave him—proof that even the Empire could not fully shape what was born of both science and soul.They tried to make him a weapon.The sea made him free.
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Name: Seraphine Bellecourt
Nickname(s): Sera
Gender Identity: Female
Pronouns: She/Her
Race: (In-Game) Miqo'te/Moon Cat
Homeworld: Dynamis/Maduin
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Age: 24
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 120 lbs
Hair Color: Black, fading into pink
Eye Color: Red
Distinguishing Features: Various piecings and tattoos
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Personality: Darkly whimsical and delightfully unpredictable. She thrives on mischief with a poetic flair, turning even small moments into dramatic, eyeliner-smudged chaos. One minute she’s brooding in a corner with her headphones blasting; the next, she’s climbing on furniture, stealing trinkets, or casting sarcastic curses under her breath. She cares deeply—but refuses to admit it—and uses snark, theatrics, and a touch of mayhem to keep everyone guessing.
Likes: Heavy Metal and Rock music, Late-night jam sessions, writing angsty lyrics, The vibrations of amps, Collecting band merch, Rainy nights
Dislikes: People getting into her personal space bubble, People who touch her ears or tail without permission, Overly quiet spaces, Her family, Responsibilities
Vices: Thrill Seeking
Zodiac: Libra
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
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Orientation: Pansexual
Role: Switch
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Born beneath crystal chandeliers and gilded ceilings, Seraphine was raised in a world where wealth spoke louder than truth and loyalty was bought in blood. Her family—an old, powerful crime syndicate that operated behind legitimate enterprises—expected perfection from her the moment she could walk. As the eldest daughter, she was groomed to be a symbol: poised, ruthless when needed, immaculate at all times. A future queen of the empire, whether she wanted it or not.She didn’t.From an early age, Seraphine learned that love in her family was conditional. Praise came only when she excelled. Affection was replaced with expectations. Mistakes were remembered longer than successes. The weight of being flawless settled into her bones, and with it grew a quiet resentment—then defiance.By her late teens, rebellion became her language.She began slipping out of the estate at night, trading silk gowns for lace and leather, diamonds for anonymity. In shadowed clubs, private rooms, and fleeting encounters, Seraphine found something her gilded cage never gave her: choice. The men she tangled with were never meant to last—most didn’t even know her real name—and that was the point. Desire without obligation. Touch without ownership. Each stolen night was a small act of treason against the life chosen for her.Whispers followed her, of course. The family knew she was “difficult.” Reckless. A liability. Some saw her as an embarrassment; others as a problem yet to be corrected. But none of them truly understood that her indulgence wasn’t weakness—it was resistance. Every thrill was a reminder that she still belonged to herself.Despite her defiance, Seraphine is no fool. She’s sharp, observant, and painfully aware of the world she was born into. She understands power, manipulation, and the cost of freedom. That awareness only deepens her internal conflict: part of her loathes the syndicate, while another part knows its darkness lives in her blood.Elegant by day. Untamed by night.
Seraphine walks a razor’s edge between heir and exile, pleasure and self-destruction, control and chaos.And someday—whether she burns the empire down or takes the throne on her own terms—she will decide her fate herself.
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Name: Silas Umbraxis
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Gender Identity: Male
Pronouns: He/Him
Race: Highborne, Dragon
Homeworld: Dynamis/Maduin
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Age: 28
Height: 6'7"
Weight: 250 lbs.
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Fuchsia
Distinguishing Features: Gold Horns, Purple Scales, Lots of gold adornments
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Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
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Orientation: Pansexual
Role: Dom/Top
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