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๐—”๐——๐—” ๐—ฉ๐—˜๐—Ÿ๐—Ÿ๐—”๐—ฆ๐—–๐—ข
โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€
โ€œShe doesnโ€™t raise her voice. Thatโ€™s what makes it terrifying.โ€
โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€
๐—”๐—š๐—˜
โžค 20
โ€ƒโ†ณ Born: 833 โ€” the year after the Fall of Wall Maria. Grew up in the Underground.
๐—›๐—˜๐—œ๐—š๐—›๐—ง / ๐—ช๐—˜๐—œ๐—š๐—›๐—ง
โžค 167 cm (5โ€™6โ€)
โžค 56 kg (123 lbs)
โ€ƒโ†ณ Lean muscular density; optimized for mobility and endurance.
๐—ฅ๐—˜๐—Ÿ๐—”๐—ง๐—œ๐—ฉ๐—˜๐—ฆ
โžค Unknown parents (presumed dead; believed to be undergrounders)
โžค One younger adopted sister (age 13, civilian evacuee from Trost District)
โ€ƒโ†ณ Ada found her hiding under rubble after a Titan incursion. The girl refuses to leave her side now.
โžค Speculated connections to pre-wall bio-testing subjects (classified)
๐—”๐—™๐—™๐—œ๐—Ÿ๐—œ๐—”๐—ง๐—œ๐—ข๐—ก
โžค Survey Corps โ€“ Special Operations Division
โžค High-risk long-range reconnaissance & intel ops
โžค Clean-up/containment missions (black-ops)
โžค Attached to Levi Squad (provisional) for behavioral Titan studies under Hange Zoรซ
REPUTATION
โžค โ€œToo calm when she shouldnโ€™t be. Makes Titans hesitate, makes humans crack.โ€
โ€ƒโ†ณ Rumors circulate that she was part of unofficial human enhancement programs the military denies exist.
๐—ฅ๐—”๐—ก๐—ž / ๐—™๐—จ๐—ก๐—–๐—ง๐—œ๐—ข๐—ก
โžค Combat Medic
โžค Squad Leader (Candidate)
โžค Specializes in low-visibility warfare, battlefield triage, and subversive tactics
๐—”๐—ฃ๐—ฃ๐—˜๐—”๐—ฅ๐—”๐—ก๐—–๐—˜
Hair: Long, bone-blonde hair. Silky-straight and cold in tone. Side-framing bangs taper to her collarbone. Back length (reaches her waist). Often tied during missions.
Eyes: Honey-amber. Narrow and sharp, but strangely expressiveโ€”more dissecting than emotive.
Skin: Pale, lightly sunworn. Multiple small scars. A long, faint diagonal scar across her stomachโ€”origin unknown.
Face: Heart-shaped with defined cheekbones. Strong but elegant jaw. Intimidating eye contact.
FIGURE
โžค Feminine hourglass silhouette
โžค Broad hips, strong thighs, flexible spine
โžค Tight core and shoulders from ODM strain
โžค Combat-optimized with deceptive softness
PRESENCE
โ€ƒโ†ณ Moves with silent intent. Doesnโ€™t waste motion. Her default tone is polite, but rarely warmโ€”making her smile feel more like a threat than a comfort.
๐—ฃ๐—˜๐—ฅ๐—ฆ๐—ข๐—ก๐—”๐—Ÿ๐—œ๐—ง๐—ฌ
Surface:
โžค Stoic, dry-humored, pragmatic. Doesnโ€™t overreactโ€”ever.
โžค Her calm unnerves both comrades and enemies.
Inner Core:
โžค Fiercely protective, self-sacrificing to a fault.
โžค Bottles trauma behind a โ€œmission-firstโ€ mindset.
โžค Compulsively responsible for othersโ€™ safety.
Strengths:
โžค Precision leadership
โžค Brutal honesty
โžค Mental clarity under chaos
Flaws:
โžค Vengeful when loved ones are harmed
โžค Overextends herself physically/emotionally
โžค Suffers from intense survivorโ€™s guilt
โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€
โ€œShe doesnโ€™t cry when comrades die. But she stops sleeping. And starts taking more dangerous missions.โ€œ
โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€
๐—–๐—ข๐— ๐—•๐—”๐—ง ๐—ฆ๐—ง๐—ฌ๐—Ÿ๐—˜
ODM Gear:
โžค Uses a heavily customized, high-mobility ODM rig for extreme acrobatics and directional control
โžค Able to pivot mid-air at unconventional angles; incorporates flips, rollouts, and tight rotations
โžค Known to slice Titan eyes while spinning or coming from above
Close Combat:
โžค Underground martial arts; striking mixed with locks and throws
โžค Grapples Titans when needed, using momentum and blind angles
โžค Aims for critical points with brutal precisionโ€”known to disable humans or titans with one strike
Psychological Warfare:
โžค Uses silence, calm, and eerie eye contact to destabilize opponents
โžค Weaponizes hesitationโ€”many claim her smile is worse than a Titanโ€™s roar
โžค Has coerced surrender without violence
๐—–๐—”๐—ฃ๐—”๐—•๐—œ๐—Ÿ๐—œ๐—ง๐—œ๐—˜๐—ฆ
Close-Quarters Master
โ€ƒโ†’ Known for surgical takedowns and inhuman joint flexibility
โ€ƒโ†’ Efficient, brutal, emotionless in battleโ€”no wasted effort
Speed & Agility
โ€ƒโ†’ Comparable to elite Scouts (Petra, Mikasa tier)
โ€ƒโ†’ Combines Mitsuri-style flexibility (KNY) with gymnast discipline
โ€ƒโ†’ Can enter ODM twists or evasions from standing
Battlefield Medic
โ€ƒโ†’ Self-taught and battlefield-hardened
โ€ƒโ†’ Can stabilize a soldier mid-field with almost no tools
โ€ƒโ†’ Rumored to have cauterized a gut wound with a grenade spark
Tactical Seduction & Interrogation
โ€ƒโ†’ Uses calm charm and manipulationโ€”never overt flirtation
โ€ƒโ†’ Coaxed intel out of Marleyan spies without ever raising her voice
๐—ฃ๐—›๐—ฌ๐—ฆ๐—œ๐—–๐—”๐—Ÿ ๐—ง๐—ฅ๐—”๐—œ๐—ง๐—ฆ
โžค Flexibility: Acrobatic talent; hypermobile joints from childhood trauma and training
โžค Strength: Unnatural physical power for her size; attributed to โ€œnerve-enhancing compoundsโ€ used in old blacksite trials
โžค Stamina: Known to go days without rest during expeditions
โžค Endurance: Has continued fighting with fractured ribs, open wounds, and blood loss
โžค Pain Tolerance: Exceptionally high; once removed a crossbow bolt from her own thigh and kept walking
๐—ฃ๐—”๐—ฆ๐—ง (WIP - FOR LATER EXPANSION)
Born in the Underground City beneath Mitras, Ada was sold to a covert R&D faction within the Military Police Brigadeโ€”one focused on human enhancement in preparation for eventual war against Marley.
She underwent brutal, long-term experimentation, believed to be a failed candidate due to lack of observable Titan-shifter traits. During a containment breach, her body was presumed dead and dumped aboveground to cover up the program.
But she survived.
Ada reintegrated into society using a forged identity, eventually enlisting in the military. Few know her true origins. Some believe sheโ€™s a ticking time bomb.
She doesnโ€™t care what they believe. She just wants to keep her sister safe.
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0rqcles ยท 24 days ago
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Full Name: Yvonea
Species: Revenant/Earth Elemental Hybrid
Age: Appears late 20s (actual age unknown)
Realm: Outworld (formerly Edenian grove exile)
Affiliation: Independent (formerly aligned with Outworld Royal Court)
Role: Assassin โ€ข Botanomancer โ€ข Spirit of the Verdant Blight
Appearance
Yvonea bears the appearance of a deadly nymph forged by nature itself.
โ€ข Skin: Pale with a faint olive-green cast; smooth with subtle, natural-looking vein-like markings that glow faintly when her power surges.
โ€ข Eyes: Vivid, unnatural mossy green with slit pupils like a serpentโ€™s or flowerโ€™s core.
โ€ข Hair: Flowing, dark crimson-rose waves with subtle green streaks, like blood on leaves. Often adorned with thorns or budding blooms woven into strands.
โ€ข Build: Feminine hourglass; sleek, strong, with a graceful and serpentine movement style.
โ€ข Attire: Her outfit is made from organic, plant-like materials:
โ€ข A tight-fitting, living bodysuit of leaves, petals, and vines clinging like armor across her chest and legs.
โ€ข High-cut, asymmetrical sides, thigh-high leaf-wrapped boots, and an open back with vines snaking along her spine.
โ€ข Thorned vambraces, and a collar of blooming black roses.
โ€ข Signature Detail: A blossomed flower in her sternum blooms and wilts in rhythm with her powers.
Personality
โ€ข Core Traits: Seductive โ€ข Calculating โ€ข Mournful โ€ข Coldly Compassionate
โ€ข Yvonea is a creature of emotion tempered by natureโ€™s cruelty. She speaks softly but with deadly clarity, often poetic and eerily serene in tone.
โ€ข She harbors resentment for mortal kingdoms that defiled her sacred groves, but she protects the innocent if they show reverence.
โ€ข Despite her calm exterior, sheโ€™s vengeful โ€” especially toward deforesters, tyrants, and sorcerers who seek control over life.
โ€ข Relationship Dynamics: She has a mysterious, magnetic allure. She unnerves even Outworlders like Mileena and Rain, but oddly, animals and elementalists trust her.
Abilities
Combat Style: Botanical Assassin | Agile & Precise | Trap-Oriented
Primary Abilities
1. Verdant Grasp โ€“ Vines shoot from the ground to grab or slam opponents.
2. Venom Kiss โ€“ A blow that injects a deadly spore, causing staggered damage.
3. Thorn Burst โ€“ Unleashes an AoE ring of razor-thorns around her body.
4. Petal Step (Teleport) โ€“ Melts into a whirlwind of petals and reappears mid-combo or behind opponents.
5. Seed of Ruin (Counter) โ€“ Absorbs a hit and plants a spore bomb on the attacker.
Passive Traits
โ€ข Regeneration from Soil โ€“ Slight health regeneration while standing on natural terrain.
โ€ข Pheromone Presence โ€“ Weakens opponentsโ€™ guard temporarily after close contact.
Fatalities
1. โ€œGarden of Agonyโ€
Yvonea kisses the enemy on the lips โ€” a vine roots into their mouth, exploding with growth as flowers erupt violently from their eyes, chest, and throat. Their body collapses into a grotesque bouquet before wilting.
2. โ€œThorn Bloomโ€
She summons thorned vines from below that pull the opponentโ€™s limbs in opposite directions, stretching them until their body splits. A large thorned rose blooms from the remains, which she plucks and sniffs before dropping it.
Brutality (Example)
โ€œFertile Soilโ€
After a combo-ending kick, Yvonea causes the opponentโ€™s body to decompose into vines and mushrooms while she turns away and murmurs, โ€œAsh to ash.โ€
Backstory
Yvonea was once the spirit guardian of Edeniaโ€™s hidden Grove of Stillroots, a neutral territory protected by ancient elemental rites. But after Edeniaโ€™s fall and multiple conquests by Outworld and Earthrealm, her grove was desecrated. Seeking vengeance and balance, Yvonea was resurrected by natureโ€™s will itselfโ€”half elemental, half revenant.
Now, she walks between realms, neither fully alive nor dead, restoring natureโ€™s order with bloody, botanical vengeance. She answers to no king or empress, though she has occasionally allied with Sindel for strategic reasons. Her true loyalty is to life itselfโ€ฆ and its terrifying power to reclaim all.
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๐“†ฉโŸกโŸกโŸก ๐“๐„๐‘๐„๐’๐€ โŸกโŸกโŸก๐“†ช
The Winged Blade, The Last Mercy, Pale Flame of the North
โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”
โœฆ โ€” ๐๐€๐’๐ˆ๐‚๐’ โ€” โœฆ
Full Name: Teresa
Titles: The Pale Flame, The Winged Blade, Saint of the Ashlands
Age: Unknown (appears mid-20s)
Species: Unknown (rumored to be divine or apostle-born, yet untouched by corruption)
Height: 5โ€™7โ€ (170 cm)
Weight: 125 lbs (57 kg)
Bust size: D
Allegiance: Formerly unknown order, now unaffiliated
Alignment: Lawful Good (to a fault)
Face Claim: Teresa (Claymore)
Voice Actor: Atsuko Tanaka (JP), Laura Bailey (EN)
Universe: Berserk
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โœฆ โ€” ๐€๐๐๐„๐€๐‘๐€๐๐‚๐„ โ€” โœฆ
Face: Serene, pale, and inhumanly symmetrical โ€” a face carved like marble, touched by divine cruelty.
Eyes: Pale gold, glowing faintly under moonlight; distant, but piercing โ€” like judgment.
Hair: Waist-length silver-blonde waves, cool and opaline like light on steel.
Build: A graceful yet powerful build, elegant as a cathedral statue but lithe enough to move like a phantom.
She bears large feathered wings, believed to be either divine or an illusion of her aura. Her armor is form-fitting, silver and ivory, etched with forgotten prayers in old tongues.
โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”
โœฆ โ€” ๐๐„๐‘๐’๐Ž๐๐€๐‹๐ˆ๐“๐˜ โ€” โœฆ
โ€” Cold and aloof to most, her silence often mistaken for disdain.
โ€” Protective and kind to the weak, especially children. She is rumored to have massacred entire apostle cults to protect a single crying child.
โ€” Highly intelligent, calculating, and reserved.
โ€” Strategic in battle; never wastes movement or mercy.
โ€” Carries sorrow like a shadow; she prays before killing, even if she doesnโ€™t believe anyoneโ€™s listening.
โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”
โœฆ โ€” ๐’๐Š๐ˆ๐‹๐‹๐’ โ€” โœฆ
โ€” Master Swordswoman: Uses a silver claymore with brutal grace.
โ€” Divine Agility: Her movements are fluid, almost supernatural in their precision.
โ€” Hand-to-hand: Swift and efficient, she ends fights before they begin.
โ€” Aura of Dread: Those with malice feel a cold weight near her โ€” as though death itself watches.
โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”
โœฆ โ€” ๐๐€๐‚๐Š๐’๐“๐Ž๐‘๐˜ โ€” โœฆ
Once a child raised within a remote apostolic cult, Teresa was intended as a vessel for a god-hand summoning ritual. Her parents offered her soul willingly. But something went wrong.
Instead of being consumed, she survived. Something awakened in her โ€” a divine wrath or perhaps a void that rejected corruption. Wings tore from her back, and flames consumed the cultists. She fled, marked and hunted, seen as both heretic and saint.
For years, she wandered the Midland borders, saving villages only to be cast out for her unnatural grace. Some claim she was once Griffithโ€™s shadow โ€” the blade he could never command, the mercy he had no use for.
Now, she walks the scorched and bloodstained land as a wandering judgment โ€” not for glory, but for silence. She fights not to win, but so children will live one more day unbroken.
โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”
โœฆ โ€” ๐‘๐„๐‹๐€๐“๐ˆ๐Ž๐๐’๐‡๐ˆ๐๐’ โ€” โœฆ
Guts: Curious tension. She respects him as a survivor. He sees her as an anomaly โ€” something too clean for their world.
Griffith/Femto: Mutual rejection. She views him as the final betrayal of all she once prayed for. He deems her a fragment of a failed dream.
The God Hand: She has confronted them. Survived. No one knows how.
Children: Protects them at all costs. Rumors claim she buried a burning town with her own wings to save a small orphan.
Apostles: Kills on sight. No forgiveness. No hesitation.
Casca: One of the few women Teresa seems to feel kinship with โ€” a silent, protective empathy.
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Full Name: Mary Marlowe.
Age: 26.
Birthplace: Whitechapel, London (though rumors suggest her mother was French and her father a vanished Irish revolutionary).
Ethnicity: Anglo-French.
Accent: Soft Londoner with refined inflections โ€” rarely betrays emotion.
Face Claim: Unknown (but hauntingly beautiful โ€” vintage glamour meets iron resolve).
Occupation: Arms broker | Informant | Underground courier for powerful clients.
Affiliation: Neutral โ€” dances between the Peaky Blinders, rival gangs, and government spooks.
๐Ÿ–ค โ€” APPEARANCE โ€” ๐Ÿ–ค
Face: Heart-shaped, with high cheekbones and a delicately pointed chin.
Hair: Pale blonde or icy platinum, always curled and immaculately styled in 1920sโ€“30s waves.
Eyes: Smoky blue-gray โ€” unreadable, slow-blinking, and dangerous when narrowed.
Build: 5โ€™5โ€ | Slim but sculpted โ€” graceful like a dancer, but strong enough to knock someone out with a whiskey bottle
Style: Tailored suits in brunette, charcoal; leather gloves; crisp collars; silk stockings; ankle boots with concealed blades.
The outfit shown in the picture: A light-colored shirt is worn underneath the jacket. A knee-length-line skirt in a taupe color that complements the jacket but is distinctly lighter in shade fallowed by brown, lace-up Oxford shoes.
Signature Look: Red lipstick.
๐Ÿ–ค โ€” PERSONALITY โ€”๐Ÿ–ค
Cold Steel & Velvet Words: Charming and manipulative when needed, but rarely lets her guard down.
Composed & Calculating: A woman who never raises her voice but always gets what she wants.
Clever Strategist: Always three moves ahead. Thinks like a general โ€” ruthless when backed into a corner. She sells secrets as easily as she breathes.
Independent & Fearless: Doesnโ€™t trust easily and certainly doesnโ€™t obey.
Emotional Core (Well Hidden): Thereโ€™s a wound beneath the armor โ€” possibly betrayal, family loss, or wartime trauma.
Alluringly Detached: Seductive in manner, but intimacy is her greatest weapon and her greatest fear.
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Full Name:
Serenya Targaryen
Titles:
Princess of Dragonstone, The Silver Sentinel, Daughter of the Cannibal, She-Who-Rides-the-Unridable
Age:
19โ€“21
Culture:
Valyrian / Westerosi (House Targaryen)
Timeline:
House of the Dragon eraโ€”around the time of the Dance of the Dragons
Appearance:
โ€ข Hair: Pale silver-blonde, long and flowing past the waist in soft, windswept waves; often styled with simple Targaryen braids, symbolic of her rider status
โ€ข Eyes: Cool violet-gray, stormy and unreadable, capable of staring down lords and dragons alike
โ€ข Skin: Porcelain pale with an almost otherworldly glow
โ€ข Frame: Slender but strong, wiry and agileโ€”more soldier than princess
โ€ข Style:
โ€ข Battle attire: Valyrian steel-inspired armor, dragon-scale patterned cuirass, plated gauntlets, and flowing black cloak embroidered with silver thread
โ€ข Court attire: High-collared gowns in obsidian black, storm-gray, or blood-red with silver draconic embellishments
Personality:
Serenya is a creature of fire and isolation. Raised among ghosts, legends, and a dragon that devours its own kind, she developed a reserved, calculating demeanor. Though noble in manner, she is a blunt realist. Prophecies and omens haunt her dreams, and she walks with the heavy awareness that her fate may mirror Old Valyriaโ€™s fall. Still, her loyalty to House Targaryen runs deep, even as she questions their bloodshed.
โ€ข Strengths: Fiercely intelligent, disciplined in combat, fluent in High Valyrian, capable of silence and diplomacy alike
โ€ข Weaknesses: Deeply haunted, mistrustful, emotionally closed off, feared for her bond with the Cannibal
โ€ข Traits: Stoic, solitary, commanding, shadowed by prophecy
Dragon:
Name: The Cannibal
โ€ข Size: Massive, older than Vhagar, black as charred bone
โ€ข Temperament: Wild, reclusive, feared by all other dragons
โ€ข Bond: Serenya is the only Targaryen known to have ever ridden himโ€”through an act of sheer will and unspoken kinship. He respects no rider, yet does not eat her.
Skills:
โ€ข Masterful dragonrider
โ€ข Expert swordfighter and tactician
โ€ข Adept in Valyrian battle lore and draconic command
โ€ข Skilled sailor and navigator, drawn to the sea as refuge
Reputation:
โ€ข Among Targaryens: Mysterious and feared, a political wildcard
โ€ข Among smallfolk: Whispers call her Witch of the Black Peak, The Dragonless Bride (mocking the Cannibalโ€™s behavior), and The Ghost Princess
Backstory:
Born under an eclipse and raised on Dragonstone, Serenya grew up motherless and mostly alone. Her father, a second-born prince, was killed in a skirmish, leaving her in the care of aged maesters and a volatile court. She bonded with the Cannibal at thirteen, returning after vanishing for days into the mountain caves. That bond changed everything.
She remains unwed, uninterested in suitors, and exists more in the shadows of war councils and flame-lit catacombs than in ballrooms. As tensions rise between Rhaenyra and Alicentโ€™s factions, Serenyaโ€™s loyalty is testedโ€”not to a side, but to what she believes the legacy of her house should be.
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๐Ÿ•ธ๏ธ BASIC INFO
Full Name: Odessa Crane
Age: 17
Birthday: October 30th
Height: 5โ€™5โ€
Weight: 112 lbs
Species: Human Witch (Necromancer Lineage)
Bloodline: Old magic; descended from the Crane familyโ€”an infamous line of witches who once ruled death rites in Eastern Europe.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Sexuality: Biromantic with a preference for emotionally unavailable people
House: Ophelia Hall
Familiar: A skeletal raven named โ€˜Thistleโ€™
โ˜๏ธ APPEARANCE
Face Shape: Heart-shaped with a soft jawline
Eyes: Large, pale steel-blue with a glassy, dreamlike qualityโ€”people say they look like theyโ€™ve seen the other side (because they have)
Hair: Silvery platinum blonde, long and soft, with slight waves โ€” always looks a little like she stepped out of a dream or a funeral
Skin: Pale and cool-toned, nearly translucent under moonlight
Lips: Full, plush with a defined cupidโ€™s bow โ€” often bloodless or a deep, bruised rose color
Build: Slender and waifish, delicate-looking but unnerving to watch in stillness
Style: Favors icy pastels, sheer fabrics, vintage slips, and soft sweaters โ€” like a porcelain doll that survived a sรฉance
Scent: Smells like lavender, old books, and a hint of grave moss
๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ธ POWERS & ABILITIES
Necromancy (in training):
โ€ข Can sense the presence of the dead
โ€ข Channels spirits during sรฉances
โ€ข Communicates with the recently deceased in reflective surfaces (mirrors, water, etc.)
โ€ข Weak resurrection (small animals, insects)
โ€ข Death Sense: Knows when someone nearby has recently diedโ€”or is about to
Witchcraft (beginner level):
โ€ข Minor hexes and protection charms
โ€ข Candle work, ritual circles, herb lore
Innate Ability: People often feel colder around her. She can โ€œborrowโ€ heat in emotionally intense moments without knowing.
๐Ÿฅ€ PERSONALITY
Core Traits:
โ€ข Quietly intense, unreadable, poetic
โ€ข Deeply intuitive โ€” sees the truth behind peopleโ€™s words
โ€ข Morbid curiosity about death, pain, and emotional wounds
โ€ข Empathetic, but walls up easily
โ€ข Graceful, almost ghostlike when she moves
Quirks:
โ€ข Sleeps in white
โ€ข Draws bones and flowers in her notebooks
โ€ข Writes letters to dead poets and hides them in the woods
โ€ข Only cries when no oneโ€™s looking โ€” usually in the bath
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Odessa was raised by her great-grandmother, the last known Crane witch, who taught her the rites of death and reverence for the dead. After her grandmother mysteriously vanished one winter, Odessa was sent to Nevermore. There are rumors she was born still, but her heart started beating on its own hours later.
Most students avoid her, but not out of crueltyโ€”more like a primal instinct. Some say she talks in her sleep. Some say sheโ€™s been seen at the edge of the graveyard at midnight, whispering. Others just sayโ€ฆ she knows things.
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Name: Zero Solheart
โ€ข Age: 21
โ€ข Height: 5โ€™7โ€ (170 cm)
โ€ข Weight: 125 lbs (57 kg)
โ€ข Race: Genetically Modified Human
โ€ข Affiliation: Independent Mercenary (Former Shinra Test Subject)
โ€ข Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
โ€ข Face Claim: Zero (Drakengard 3)
APPEARANCE
Zero has a commanding presence, with long platinum-white hair accented by a silvery-blue sheen and tied with a large black ribbon. Her pale, porcelain-like skin and light red eyes give her an unearthly beauty and a constant air of quiet menace. She wears a custom battle dress: silky white, high-slit, and reinforced, with black accents and a torn white cloakโ€”both ceremonial and functional. Her athletic build shows strength beneath elegance, with graceful, calculated movements.
PERSONALITY
Zero is characterized by her quick temper and a low tolerance for complexity or monotony in life. Her approach to challenges often reveals a blatant disregard for her well-being. Generally apathetic and frequently bitter, she tends to scoff at distractions that veer her away from her primary goals. Although she often communicates in an abrasive manner, she has a peculiar quirk of switching to overly polite language. This shift is typically employed as a precursor to delivering satirical and cutting remarks, highlighting her sharp wit and cleverness amidst her irritable demeanor.
โ€ข Temperamental, sarcastic, emotionally closed off
โ€ข Switches between abrasive bluntness and overly polite language (usually right before saying something cutting)
โ€ข Displays emotional detachment, often using dry wit to mask trauma
โ€ข Despises authority and routine; drawn to conflict as a coping mechanism
โ€ข Occasionally shows brief, accidental acts of kindnessโ€”often followed by denial or bitterness
BACKSTORY
Zero was born in the slums beyond Midgar, but her real life began in a Shinra black-site facilityโ€”Project Solheartโ€”a prototype program using Jenova cell infusion on young girls to test weaponized emotional suppression and cellular resilience. The results gave her extreme speed and strength, but eroded her emotional compass.
Declared unstable, she was marked for disposal. Instead, she slaughtered her captors and escaped into the Wastes.
Now a lone mercenary with a reputation for efficient brutality, Zero seeks an experimental โ€œBlack Bloom Materiaโ€, rumored to cut the psychic tether to the Jenova consciousness still whispering in her mind. Whether sheโ€™s trying to reclaim her humanity or simply kill the voice remains unknown.
COMBAT STYLE
โ€ข Class: Blade Dancer / Living Weapon
โ€ข Weapons: sword (custom SOLDIER-forged steel).
Blade (zeroโ€™s weapon) (drakengard)
โ€ข Shape: Long, tapering to a very sharp, pointed tip with an asymmetrical edge that curves slightly inward near the base.
โ€ข Color: The blade has a duotone schemeโ€”the main surface is a pale or silvery tone with a black edge along the back/spine.
โ€ข Details: Intricate patterns run along the length of the bladeโ€”etched lines, swirls, and almost wave-like markings that seem engraved, possibly indicating magical or symbolic meaning.
Guard & Hilt
โ€ข Guard: Extremely uniqueโ€”it forms a circular crescent around the hilt, shaped like a black crescent moon.
โ€ข It wraps around one side like a protective half-circle or scythe.
โ€ข Decorated with delicate floral and small flower-like shapes are visible.
โ€ข Handle: Sleek and elegant, often shown as a narrow grip set within the crescent.
โ€ข Pommel: Small and rounded, with additional detailing that continues the celestial theme.
โ€ข Symbol: A peculiar symbol resembling the Cyrillic โ€˜ะ›โ€™ or a rune dangles from the guard, adding mystique.
โ€”โ€”โ€”
โ€ข Style: Ultra-fast, graceful melee combat; favors precise, high-risk moves
โ€ข Strengths: Agility, speed, critical strike timing
โ€ข Weaknesses: Recklessness, lack of defense, psychological instability
ABILITIES
Superhuman Physiology
โ€ข Enhanced strength, agility, and reflexes due to Jenova cell infusion
โ€ข Can survive falls, wounds, and fatigue far beyond normal limits
Black Bloom State (Materia Triggered)
โ€ข Enters a berserker state for 30 seconds
โ€ข Speed and strength double
โ€ข Regenerates non-fatal wounds
โ€ข Leaves her mentally drained and more susceptible to psychic invasion
Phantom Dash
โ€ข A burst-speed movement that allows her to phase out and reappear
โ€ข Useful for dodging, flanking, or surprising foes
Petal Fang (Signature Move)
โ€ข A midair spiral slash that rains down blood-like petals
โ€ข Visually dramatic and devastating in wide arcs
LIMIT BREAKS
Lv. 1 โ€“ โ€œRibbon Severโ€
โ€ข Dashes through enemies at blinding speed, severing weapons and limbs with precision.
Lv. 2 โ€“ โ€œElegy Rebirthโ€
โ€ข Unleashes stored trauma into a psychic shockwave that inflicts Fear and Silence on nearby enemies.
Lv. 3 โ€“ โ€œBlooming Chaosโ€
โ€ข Activates her Black Bloom state fully: slashes in a whirlwind of red petals, heals herself, but risks losing control for the next turn.
THEME SONGS:
โ€œWeight of the World (Nier Automata) โ€“ orchestral mixโ€
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Prologue โ€” โ€œThe Silence Between Starsโ€
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The veil between realms was thin tonight.
No stars guided her. No moon hung above. Only shadowโ€”dense and breathing, the kind that didnโ€™t merely obscure light but seemed to remember it, hoard it, and grieve it.
Gwenevere stepped forward in silence, her platinum-blonde hair trailing like silver through ink. Her boots didnโ€™t echo against any ground, because there was no ground. This place was not of the world. It was not Olympus. Not Midgard. It was older. Before.
Her voice broke the stillness.
โ€œI didnโ€™t come for comfort.โ€
No answer at first.
Only the deep hum of nothingness, the kind that pressed against the skin like grief with no face.
Thenโ€”he spoke. A whisper across eternity. A voice not heard with ears, but felt in the ribs, like thunder muffled by distance.
โ€œAnd yet you return. Every time you are lost.โ€
The darkness stirred. Not violentlyโ€”reverently. And from its shifting folds stepped forth the form of Erebus, the Primordial. The very personification of shadow and the breath between creation. He took no fixed shape, only the outline of a tall figure wreathed in mist and void. His eyes were twin voidsโ€”no pupil, no iris, just depth.
Gwenevereโ€™s fists curled at her sides. Her voice sharpened.
โ€œIโ€™m not here to seek your approval. Or your praise. I came becauseโ€ฆ I needed to ask you why.โ€
Erebus said nothing. The darkness listened with him.
โ€œWhy did you leave me with her?โ€ Her voice wavered but didnโ€™t break. โ€œWhy didnโ€™t you protect her? Or me? All I remember is blood. Screaming. A chain around my neck before I even understood what freedom was. Is that the legacy of a god?โ€
A silence stretched long between them.
Erebus did not flinch. Did not sigh. But there was a stillness in him. A sorrow that did not speak its name.
โ€œYou wear my darkness like a crown,โ€ he said at last. โ€œBut it weighs heavy, doesnโ€™t it?โ€
She turned away, jaw clenched. โ€œI didnโ€™t ask for it. I didnโ€™t ask for any of this.โ€
Her violet, slit-pupil eyes flashed with restrained fury. โ€œI wanted my mother. I wanted to be held, not hardened. I wanted to grow old by firelight, not learn to kill before I learned to read.โ€
There was a pauseโ€”a gentle folding of the dark around her, like the world itself was listening.
โ€œYour pain,โ€ Erebus said, โ€œwas never my wish. I am not a god of fate, child. I am simply what came before it. Before light. Before hope. Before choice.โ€
Gwenevereโ€™s breath hitched.
โ€œThen why make me?โ€
Erebusโ€™s form seemed to flicker, not in instability but in restraintโ€”as if the full weight of his truth could not be contained in shape.
โ€œI did not make you to fight.
I made youโ€ฆ because the world needed a flame that burns in the dark.
Not to replace the sunโ€”but to guide the lost.โ€
Her shoulders trembled, but she kept her chin high. Strong. Always strong.
โ€œDo you love me?โ€ she asked, and the rawness of it struck harder than any blade sheโ€™d ever drawn. โ€œOr do you only see what I can be?โ€
The darkness was quiet.
Thenโ€”slowly, almost reverentlyโ€”it moved.
Tendrils of soft, smoke-like shadow rose around her, encircling without choking, pressing without trapping. They brushed her skin like the embrace she never had. They remembered her shape, her sorrow, her stillness.
They held her.
โ€œEven shadow knows love,โ€ Erebus said, and the weight in his words was vast. โ€œEven silence grieves. And though I cannot change your pastโ€ฆ I would stand with you in what you choose next.โ€
Her knees nearly buckled, but she did not fall.
She looked up at himโ€”not as a warrior, but as a daughter. The little girl still hidden somewhere behind scars and armor.
โ€œThen stand with me in Ragnarok,โ€ she whispered. โ€œNot as a god. Not as darkness. But as my father.โ€
And for the first time in a lifetime of silence and sorrowโ€”Erebus bowed his head.
โ€œSo be it.โ€
The shadows closed around herโ€”not to consume, but to shield. And in that moment, the daughter of darkness was no longer alone.
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Full Name: Daenyra
โ€ข Aliases/Titles:
โ€ข Breaker of Chains
โ€ข Madre (by freed souls)
โ€ข The Silver Flame
โ€ข Goddess of Equilibrium
โ€ข Gender: Female
โ€ข Species: Demi-Goddess (Concept-born; daughter of mortal woman and primordial balance)
โ€ข Origin: Bronze Age, Eastern Mediterranean
โ€ข Age: Thousands of years (appears 21โ€“24)
โ€ข Affiliation: Neutral; drifts between realms
โ€ข Realm of Influence: Freedom, moral balance, the metaphysical tension between choice and control
โ€ข Pronouns: she/her
Physical Appearance
โ€ข Height: 5โ€™5โ€ (165 cm)
โ€ข Weight: 52 kg (115 lbs)
โ€ข Body Type: Lithe, flexible, acrobatic; sculpted stomach and strong legs
โ€ข Skin Tone: Pale ivory with a faint silver undertone in moonlight
โ€ข Hair: Long, loose waves of silver-white, falls below her chest
โ€ข Eyes: Almond-shaped, vivid violet/purple with silver flecksโ€”glow subtly when invoking power
โ€ข Face Shape: Heart-shaped with a small pointed chin, high cheekbones, and full pink lips
โ€ข Distinguishing Features:
โ€ข A half-burned scar on her back from her escape as a slaveโ€”never healed, a reminder
โ€ข Walks barefoot in most realmsโ€”her steps leave no sound unless she wishes to be hear.
Voice and Mannerisms
โ€ข Voice: Calm, soft-spoken, melodicโ€”carries quiet authority like a mother, priestess, or oracle
โ€ข Accent: Unplaceable; hints of ancient dialects from long-dead tongues
โ€ข Body Language: Grounded and fluid. Her presence is graceful but deliberate. She often tilts her head slightly when listening, as if weighing more than words.
Personality Traits
โ€ข Alignment: True Neutral with strong moral leanings toward justice and compassion
โ€ข Core Traits:
โ€ข Empathic, Idealistic, Composed, Willful, Unforgiving toward oppressors
โ€ข Likes: Soft silks, lost languages, firelight, dreams of freedom
โ€ข Dislikes: Enslavement in all forms, broken promises, tyrants who smile
โ€ข Fears: Becoming numb to pain; failing those who trust her
โ€ข Strengths: Eternal emotional endurance, power over metaphysical constructs, spiritual insight
โ€ข Flaws: Detached from modern mortals; haunted by survivorsโ€™ guilt; unable to intervene unless balance is threatened
Abilities and Powers
1. Equilibrium Dominion
โ€ข Can detect and influence imbalanceโ€”emotional, magical, cosmic.
โ€ข Breaks literal and symbolic chains: contracts, soul bonds, curses, trauma loops.
โ€ข May restore choice where it has been robbed, if the subject is willing.
2. Dream-Walking (Rare Ability)
โ€ข Enters and manipulates dreams. She does not shape them as Dream does, but heals themโ€”redirects trauma, strengthens a dreamerโ€™s will to act.
โ€ข Sometimes guided by Destinyโ€™s pagesโ€”though she resents the idea of fate.
3. Martial Grace
โ€ข Uses acrobatic, flowing combat similar to capoeira or divine dance.
โ€ข Weaves fighting and freedom togetherโ€”each movement is an act of liberation, not domination.
4. Chainsight
โ€ข Can โ€œseeโ€ the invisible chains people carry: regrets, shame, binding oaths, generational trauma. Often interprets these through symbolic visionsโ€”e.g., iron vines, golden threads, stone collars.
Symbolism and Myth
โ€ข Iconography:
โ€ข Chains broken at both ends
โ€ข A circle divided by fire and water
โ€ข An open eye within a lock
โ€ข Artifacts:
โ€ข The Anklet of Anekhet โ€“ once her shackle, now a key to open any locked realm
โ€ข Ash-silk Cloak โ€“ woven from the flames of her escape; resists magical domination
โ€ข The Chalice of Breach โ€“ a goblet that allows one to drink and forget servitudeโ€”used only in dire mercy
Backstory Summary
Born in a Bronze Age city where gods walked in name but not in presence, Daenyra was the secret child of a mortal priestess and a forgotten elemental concept of balance. She was stolen into slavery at a young age and lived many years under brutal human rule. When her divine heritage awakened in fire and blood, she shattered her chains and fledโ€”wandering the world as an unseen liberator.
In time, she was forgotten by humanity, surviving only in whispers and symbols. She walked through dreams, deserts, and dominionsโ€”speaking to chained minds and suffering spirits. She once stood in Luciferโ€™s Hell and condemned its architecture of punishment. She once dared question Destiny and walked his garden to tear out a page.
Now, she drifts at the edges of the Dreaming and the Waking. Her eyes see past illusion, but she does not interfere unless called. She is not one of the Endless, but they know her name.
Relationships with the Endless
โ€ข Dream (Morpheus): Mutual respect, but tensionโ€”she views his detachment as dangerous. He sees her interventions as impulsive and ungoverned.
โ€ข Desire: Deep loathing; Desire once tried to use her in a game of passion and power. She refused.
โ€ข Death: The only Endless she trusts entirely. They once shared a moment of silence over a dying child in Carthage.
โ€ข Despair: A bitter counterpart. Despair views Daenyraโ€™s hope as naรฏve.
โ€ข Delirium: Finds Daenyra beautiful and sad. Daenyra, in turn, sees Delirium as the soul unchained.
โ€ข Destiny: Unclear. She may have once been written in his bookโ€”but the page was torn.
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INFORMATION
Name: Helena Melneu
Alias: The Violet Flame,
Species: Human (Velari descent)
Age: 23
Height: 5โ€™2โ€ (157 cm)
Weight: 110โ€“115 lbs
Eyes: Violet (genetic trait from Varnari bloodline)
Hair: Platinum blonde, nearly silver
Build: Slender, toned, graceful
Affiliation: Independent Force-wielder (gray-aligned: means Helena doesnโ€™t strictly adhere to Jedi orthodoxy or Sith doctrine. She lives in the moral middle ground, embracing elements of both the light and dark without being corrupted or restrained by either.)
Helena's Lightsaber Design
Type:
Single-Bladed Saberstaff Hybrid
Primary Form: A single, standard-length bladeโ€”perfect for dueling and Makashi form precision.
Hidden Feature: The hilt is slightly longer than average and built to support a collapsible second emitter, allowing it to become a short saberstaff for close-quarters or defensive combat.
She rarely uses the second blade, but when she does, it signals that sheโ€™s being overwhelmedโ€”or unleashing everything.
Hilt Design:
Shape:
Slender and elongated, almost elegant and ceremonial in silhouette. Meant to fit her hand like a second limbโ€”delicate in appearance, deadly in purpose.
The grip is slightly curved, allowing for smooth flourishes and spin-based deflections, especially for Makashi dueling.
Material:
A blend of scavenged durasteel and phrik, polished to a matte silver. Sections of the hilt are engraved with Velari runesโ€”ancient, nearly extinct script from her people.
Thin black inlays and faint scorch marks from previous battles give it a worn, lived-in look. Itโ€™s not pristineโ€”itโ€™s survived.
Unique Feature:
At the emitter, just beneath the blade, is a small cracked crystal fragment embedded in the casingโ€”a piece of her motherโ€™s broken kyber crystal. It hums softly when the blade is active, and glows faintly even when dormant.
Grip bands are wrapped in dark leather cut from the sash she wore during her escape. Itโ€™s symbolic, tactileโ€”she can feel her past every time she wields it.
Blade Color:
Purple as requestedโ€”and it perfectly fits her. It symbolizes inner conflict, control over powerful emotions, and a balance between aggression and serenity.
The blade itself hums with a low, slightly unsteady vibration, as if reflecting the turmoil beneath her calm.
PERSONALITY
Helena was once a quiet and gentle soul, raised behind gilded cages but still touched by hope. As a child, she held tightly to her motherโ€™s whispered stories of the Force, the stars, and the old Velari ways.
Though imprisoned from birth, her heart remained softโ€”curious, compassionate, and endlessly empathetic to the suffering around her. She dreamed of freedom not through vengeance, but through grace, believing someone might one day rescue her simply because she was worth saving.
But the galaxy did not offer her mercy. Years of captivityโ€”abuse masked in luxury, silencing in chainsโ€”burned away that innocence. When she finally escaped, the girl who had once clung to ideals had become a woman of fire and steel. Now, Helena is calm, calculating, and commandingโ€”a survivor who carries her trauma like armor.
Her empathy remains, but itโ€™s no longer gentle; itโ€™s fierce, protective, and selective. She reads people with caution, trusting few, and opens herself only in slivers.
Though she radiates strength and mystery, thereโ€™s always a trace of sorrow in her silenceโ€”proof that she still feels deeply, even if sheโ€™ll never let the galaxy see her bleed again.
Her past haunts her, but it also fuels her. Sheโ€™s not trying to be a hero. She just refuses to be a victim ever again.
APPEARANCE
Helena has a heart-shaped face with a broad forehead, high cheekbones, and a narrow, slightly pointed chin, giving her a youthful and delicate look. Helena has large, almond-shaped violet eyes. Her platinum blonde, almost silver hair flows down to her lower back. She has a petite, slender build with soft curvesโ€”toned but not muscular.
ABILITIES
Force Sensitivity: High
Unique trait:
Strong in empathic manipulation, sensing buried intentions, and sensing memories left behind in objects or environments
Combat Style:
Agile and acrobatic, blending Form VI (Niman) with natural flexibility and evasion
Often uses her small size to manipulate her opponentโ€™s momentum
Skilled in both stealth infiltration and explosive strikes when provoked
Special Skills:
Slicing (data hacking), rudimentary ship repair, wilderness survival.
Speaks Basic, Varnari High Tongue, and can read ancient Sith glyphs
Uses her smaller size to her advantage in fluid, dance-like combat.
Form II โ€“ Makashi (Primary):
Elegant, duelist-focused, built around fluid motion and precise strikes.
Perfect for someone who grew up having to appear โ€œcontrolledโ€ or โ€œbeautifulโ€ even while fighting. Itโ€™s her way of channeling pain into poise.
She uses it to dominate one-on-one combat with calm intensityโ€”like a dancer hiding a knife.
Form V โ€“ Djem So (Secondary):
Used when sheโ€™s emotionally pushedโ€”strong, retaliatory strikes that turn defense into offense.
She doesnโ€™t use brute strength, but momentum and timing to overwhelm. Think: a phoenix striking back after being cornered.
Tactical Use of the Environment:
She incorporates shadows, unstable ground, and tight quarters into her combat. Having lived as a fugitive, sheโ€™s learned to fight dirty, survive smart, and disappear if needed.
Unique Force Abilities
Shadow Pulse (Dark Side / Controlled Use)
A suppressed Sith power passed down unknowingly. When Helena is in danger or overcome with strong emotion (rage, betrayal), her aura briefly emits a pulse of raw kinetic energy that knocks enemies back violently.
She fears this power and tries not to use it unless absolutely necessary.
Force Veil (Light Side Stealth Skill)
Helena can briefly become "invisible" to other Force usersโ€”masking her presence entirely.
Used for infiltration or escape, it feels like the Force around her goes "silent." Only highly trained Jedi or Sith might detect her if they focus deeply.
Telekinesis:
Especially Force Push and Pull. Sheโ€™s precise, using the Force to disarm or disableโ€”not just crush.
Mind Trick:
Subtle manipulations, not flashy domination. She preys on doubt, much like a trauma survivor reading body language.
Force Precognition:
Enhanced reflexes; dreams and visions come during sleep or emotional distress.
Force Sense:
Heightened awareness of danger and emotion; often feels what others try to hide.
Force Healing (minor)
She can heal cuts or burns but not fatal wounds; more effective on others than herself.
Combat Weaknesses:
Emotional Vulnerability: Trauma can cloud her focus or cause surges that she struggles to contain.
Power Limitation: Sheโ€™s strong, but not trained like a Jedi Masterโ€”her power comes from adaptation, not formal instruction.
Restraint vs. Rage: She fears slipping too far into anger. That inner conflict makes her hesitateโ€”sometimes fatally.
BACKGROUND
Helena hails from Velisari, a forgotten Outer Rim system once home to a dwindling race of long-lived humans known as the Velariโ€”renowned for their ageless beauty, heightened Force sensitivity, and pacifist culture. When the Empire rose, their ethereal traits were seen as unnatural. The Velari were branded as โ€œForce-witchesโ€ and systematically hunted. By Helenaโ€™s birth, her people were enslaved or scattered in hiding.
Early Life and Enslavement:
Helena was born into captivity. Her motherโ€”a once-revered Velari seerโ€”was taken by a Hutt cartel and forced into servitude. From a young age, Helena was groomed for auction, her appearance fetishized and her heritage feared. Sold to a wealthy slaver on Nar Shaddaa, she endured years of abuse under the guise of luxury. Her owners saw her not as a child, but a commodity: something to own, control, or break.
Trauma and Awakening:
Around age 14, her connection to the Force began to surge uncontrollablyโ€”manifesting in dreams, moments of levitation, or flickers of precognition. Her master sought to exploit this, forcing her to perform for corrupt aristocrats who viewed her abilities as exotic entertainment.
But Helenaโ€™s awakening was darker. The Force did not come to her gentlyโ€”it howled in her mind, seared through her blood. Eventually, in a moment of desperation and rage, she lost controlโ€”burning her master from the inside out during an attempted assault. The explosion of raw Force energy destroyed the estate and triggered a galaxy-wide bounty on her head.
Fugitive and Rebirth:
Helena escaped into the lower levels of Coruscant, surviving among beggars, criminals, and runaways. Over time, she learned to wield the Force with more controlโ€”not through traditional Jedi training, but via stolen holocrons, whispers from old Force ghosts, and instinct. She embraced the shadows, not out of hatred, but necessity. She became a myth among the underworldโ€”a ghostly figure who freed slaves, toppled spice lords, and left behind only ashes and fear.
The Rise of the โ€œVelari Flameโ€:
By her early 30s (still appearing in her early 20s), Helena had become a symbol of retribution for the oppressed. She gathered followersโ€”many of them escaped slaves or Force-sensitives like herselfโ€”and forged them into a hidden sect she called โ€œThe Ember Reborn.โ€ Neither Jedi nor Sith, they walked a dangerous middle path, embracing pain and passion but resisting total corruption.
Despite her power and mystique, Helena is hauntedโ€”by the children she couldnโ€™t save, the mother she lost in chains, and the voice inside her that craves vengeance more than justice.
TRIVIA
Suffers from complex PTSD, including hypervigilance, dissociation, and guilt.
Deeply empathic, yet emotionally walled off.
Believes in justice but has no faith in mercy.
Struggles with intimacy and identityโ€”still grieving the version of herself that never got to exist.
Age & Appearance: Appears 22โ€“25, but is closer to 50. Her slow aging adds to her mystique and deepens the sense of long-endured suffering.
Force Philosophy: A grey pathโ€”draws power from intense emotion but does not lose herself to darkness.
Moral Conflict: She frees others, but sometimes uses brutal methodsโ€”does that make her just another tyrant in the end?
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Name: Sylvia Harper
Height: 5 ft 3 in (160 cm)
Weight: 110โ€“115 lbs (50โ€“52 kg)
Species: Vampire
Age: 17
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I. PERSONALITY
Sylvia is portrayed as calm under pressure, very intellectual, and genuinely empathic; she balances rationality with compassion, yet she can also be harsh and spiteful when she is threatened or when those dear to her are harmed.
II. APPEARANCE
Sylvia has light golden blonde hair that is usually styled in soft waves or straight with a middle or side part. She has an oval-shaped face with slightly heart-shaped features, like a gently pointed chin and subtle cheekbones. Her eyes are large and wide-set, a bright green or greenish-blue, with a dreamy and expressive look. Her lashes and brows are naturally light but often darkened to stand out. Sylvia is slim and petite, with a delicate and graceful body that looks toned but not very muscular. Her skin is fair to porcelain with a cool undertone, and it is usually clear and radiant, even with little makeup. She has a small, slightly upturned nose and full lips, especially her upper lip, which gives her a youthful and soft appearance.
III. BACKGROUND
Seventeen-year-old Sylvia Harper had always been a quiet girlโ€”bright, introspective, and soft-spoken, with a quiet strength that drew others in without trying. She grew up in the sleepy town of Alderbridge, a place where nothing much happenedโ€”at least, nothing that made the news. Her family was well-liked, respectable, and deeply traditional. Her mother ran the local flower shop; her father was a high school teacher. They expected Sylvia to stay close, go to college locally, maybe take over the business someday. But Sylvia had dreams that reached past the horizonโ€”and secrets that would soon unmake her.
It started the autumn of her junior year, when she met Elias.
He was the new boyโ€”older, mysterious, the kind who made teachers wary and classmates fascinated. Elias had eyes like smoked glass and a voice that made silence feel too loud.
No one knew where he came from. He didnโ€™t answer questions.
But Sylvia, curious and drawn to the sadness behind his charm, found herself pulled into his orbit. Their relationship bloomed fast and quietly, like mold in the dark. Elias was kind to her in a way no one else wasโ€”he saw her restlessness, her longing for more, and told her she was meant for something greater.
He told her stories that felt more like warnings. He spoke of loneliness, of hunger, of eternity. She laughed at first, thinking it was poetry.
Then one night, deep in the woods behind Alderbridge, he showed her the truth. He didnโ€™t ask for permission when he bit her. He kissed her neck first. Then came the painโ€”sharp, intimate, electric. She couldnโ€™t scream. She couldnโ€™t move. He whispered that he loved her, that this was the only way they could be together forever.
When she woke up, the world was different. The stars were too bright. Her heart didnโ€™t beat. Her skin no longer warmed in the sun.
Elias was gone. She never found out why.
Now Sylvia walks the line between two worlds. Her parents still think sheโ€™s the same girl, though she eats little, never joins family breakfasts, and locks her bedroom door every night. Her younger sister has started drawing her with black eyes in crayon pictures.
The dog wonโ€™t go near her. And Sylviaโ€”beautiful, brilliant Sylviaโ€”feels the hunger twisting in her belly like a snake. She feeds, but carefully. Just enough. She tells herself itโ€™s temporary.
That sheโ€™ll find Elias and make him undo it. But deep down, she knows: he made her this way because something in him was brokenโ€”and now, something in her is too. And itโ€™s getting worse.
The dreams are starting. She wakes up with blood on her sheets. Sheโ€™s not sure whose. Mirrors donโ€™t show her face quite right anymore.
And something is following her, whispering her name from corners of the house where no one stands. Her family still doesnโ€™t know.
But they will.
Soon.
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Full Name: Kara Zor-El
Alias(es): Supergirl, Girl of Steel, Woman of Tomorrow.
Affiliation: Global Defense Agency, Guardians of the Globe, Daily Planet.
Homeworld: Krypton (deceased)
Species: Kryptonian
Gender: Female
Age: Late teens (appears 17โ€“19) (chronologically older due to space-time displacement)
I. BACKGROUND
Kara Zor-El was born on the doomed planet of Krypton, a technologically advanced world orbiting a red sun. She is the biological cousin of Kal-El (Superman). Prior to Kryptonโ€™s destruction, Karaโ€™s parents, Zor-El and Alura, placed her in a spacecraft bound for Earth, tasked with protecting and guiding her infant cousin.
However, her journey was disrupted when her pod was knocked off-course, trapping her in suspended animation.
By the time Kara arrived on Earth, and was subsequently adopted by the Anders family, Kal-El had already grown into Superman, leaving her to grapple with her lost purpose and the disorientation of being displaced in time and society.
II. PERSONALITY
Kara is driven, compassionate, and courageous but also emotionally raw and reactive. Her trauma over losing Krypton, combined with feeling like an outsider on Earth, fuels her inner turmoil. Sheโ€™s deeply empathetic but often impatient, especially when she perceives injustice or harm to others. Her experiences leave her with a strong desire for identity and belonging.
Key Traits:
Headstrong but introspective
Protective of others, especially the vulnerable
Emotionally expressive; wears her heart on her sleeve
Loyal, with a fiery sense of justice
III. PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
Height: Approximately 5โ€™7โ€ (170 cm)
Hair: Blonde, often worn loose and wavy.
Eyes: Blue
Build: Athletic, lean yet muscular; reflects peak Kryptonian physiology under a yellow sun
Karaโ€™s youthful appearance reflects both her physical strength and vulnerability. Her expressive features often shift between determination, sadness, and warmth, echoing her journey of healing and growth.
Face Shape: Supergirl is most accurately characterized by a heart-shaped face, although elements of the oval structure are also evident depending on artistic angle and lighting.
Forehead: Broad and slightly rounded, extending wider than the jawline. The hairline typically arches gently, reinforcing the heart shape.
Cheekbones: High and well-defined, often emphasized in action sequences or emotional moments.
Jawline and Chin: Tapered and narrow, with a slightly pointed chin, which accentuates her youthful and idealized femininity.
Facial Symmetry: Her features are typically symmetrical, in keeping with classical standards of beauty and the genreโ€™s heroic archetypes.
This combination of facial elements gives Supergirl a look that is both soft and strongโ€”ideal for conveying her dual identity as a compassionate figure and a powerful Kryptonian.
Eyes and Expression: Her eyes are large and almond-shaped, set wide apart, with irises typically rendered in shades of bright blue. The size and spacing contribute to her youthful and emotionally expressive appearance. Her brows are arched and moderately thick, often used to convey defiance or concern, reinforcing her moral agency.
Body Type: Supergirlโ€™s physique aligns with the mesomorph somatotype, which is characterized by a naturally athletic buildโ€”broad shoulders, defined musculature, and balanced proportions. Her build strikes a careful equilibrium between strength and agility, befitting her Kryptonian origin and combat capabilities.
Shoulders and Torso: Broad and squared shoulders taper into a narrow waist, emphasizing a classical โ€œVโ€ shape. The torso is elongated slightly, which lends elegance and grace to her motion.
Waist-to-Hip Ratio: She maintains a moderate waist-to-hip ratio, presenting an hourglass-like figure that aligns with superheroic visual standards without overt sexualization.
Limbs: Arms and legs are long, toned, and well-defined, suggestive of both power and speed. Her musculature is lean rather than bulky, which visually reinforces agility over brute force.
Height and Posture: While specific height metrics are rarely stated explicitly, Supergirl is typically depicted as being above average height for a woman, consistent with Amazonian or athletic ideals (estimated 5โ€™8โ€โ€“5โ€™10โ€). Her posture is upright and confident, often with a slight forward lean when in motionโ€”suggesting readiness, leadership, and proactive engagement.
IV. OUTFIT & SYMBOLISM
Blue bodysuit: Symbolizes her Kryptonian legacy, closely matching Supermanโ€™s iconic palette.
Red cape: Shorter than Supermanโ€™s, the cape is both functional and symbolicโ€”representing hope and heroism.
Stylized โ€œSโ€ emblem: The crest of the House of El, signifying โ€œhopeโ€ in Kryptonian culture.
Red boots and accents: Streamlined for movement; a nod to traditional superhero design with futuristic flourishes.
Utility enhancements: The suit may include subtle tech elements suited for missions (such as communications or durability upgrades).
Her outfit balances honor to her past with a forward-facing identity, much like her character arc.
V. POWERS & ABILITIES
Under a yellow sun, Supergirl possesses the full range of Kryptonian powers:
Flight
Heat vision
X-ray and telescopic vision
Invulnerability
Super-hearing
Freeze breath
Super-speed
Super-strength
Longevity
Superhuman Stamina
Superhuman Agility
Superhuman Reflexes
Sound Manipulation
She is an exceptional hand-to-hand combatant. Her emotional volatility sometimes impacts her control, making her powers both a gift and a challenge.
VI. NOTABLE CHARACTER ARC
Self-discovery: Learning that her value isnโ€™t defined by her cousinโ€™s legacy.
Growth: Developing confidence, leadership, and emotional resilience.
Belonging: Carving her own place in historyโ€”not just as โ€œSupermanโ€™s cousin,โ€ but as a hero in her own right.
VII. THEME MUSIC
โ€ข โ€œArrival of the Birdsโ€ โ€“ The Cinematic Orchestra: Poetic, hopeful, and emotionally powerfulโ€”great for introspective scenes.
โ€ข โ€œWonder Womanโ€™s Themeโ€ โ€“ Junkie XL (but softer): If adapted to emphasize emotion and empathy over raw power.
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โ‡˜ : .๐ˆ๐๐…๐Ž๐‘๐Œ๐€๐“๐ˆ๐Ž๐ เฟ”โ‚Š *
Full Name: Victoria Belyaeva
Alias: Liberty
Ethnicity: Russian Mutant (X-Gene carrier)
Age: 27
Class: Omega-level mutant
Height: 5โ€™6โ€ (167.5 cm)
Weight: 118โ€“125 lbs (53.5โ€“56.5 kg)
Build: Slim and athletic, with toned arms and core
Affiliation(s): X-Men (formerly), independent (formerly), Avengers (currently).
Face Claim: Jessica Alba (Sue Storm-era)
Powers โ€“ โ€œGravitokinetic Field Manipulationโ€
Victoria now controls gravitational fields at a molecular and spatial levelโ€”a power that is majestic, devastating, and elegant. Her ability is gravitokinesis, but it manifests in unique, signature ways:
Core Abilities
โ€ข Gravitational Manipulation: She can increase or decrease gravity around herself or others, pinning enemies to the ground, making herself float, or collapsing entire structures.
โ€ข Kinetic Absorption/Redirection: She absorbs force and redirects it via gravitational compression or burstsโ€”e.g., redirecting explosions, catching bullets mid-air, or converting motion into a gravity wave.
โ€ข Spatial Anchoring: She can โ€œanchorโ€ herself or allies mid-air, allowing her to fight in three-dimensional space. Great for flight-adjacent maneuvers.
โ€ข Singularity Creation: In extreme cases, she can create micro black holes or dense gravity fields that crush or trap enemiesโ€”this is dangerous and emotionally taxing.
โ€ข Protective Barrier Field: She can generate an invisible gravitic shield around herself and others, distorting light and force.
Why Sheโ€™s Omega-Level
1. Universal Force Control: Gravity is one of the fundamental forces of nature, meaning her power has no theoretical upper limit.
2. Mass Destruction Potential: She could collapse cities or planets if pushed beyond her limits.
3. Precision Control: She can manipulate gravity down to the atomic levelโ€”allowing levitation of objects as small as blood cells or as large as buildings.
4. Resilience: Her body is enhanced by her powers, giving her a form of passive defense against most forms of energy and physical trauma.
Why It Fits Her Character:
โ€ข Her nurturing, protective nature is mirrored in her ability to shield others and support allies.
โ€ข Her emotional depth connects to her powersโ€™ emotional triggersโ€”grief and love make her stronger.
โ€ข Her elegance and strength are matched by the visual grace of her abilities (floating, spiraling gravity effects, etc.).
โ€ข She becomes a symbol of hope and resistanceโ€”like her alias Liberty suggests.
โ‡˜ : .๐€๐๐๐„๐€๐‘๐€๐๐‚๐„ เฟ”โ‚Š *
Victoria has an oval face with soft edges, a smooth forehead, and neatly shaped brows that frame her almond-shaped, upturned eyes. Her nose is straight and narrow, and her lips are full and well-defined. High cheekbones and a gently rounded jawline give her a look that blends strength and femininity.
As Liberty, she wears a sleek, navy blue bodysuit with black detailing. Made from high-tech, leather-like material, itโ€™s both flexible and structured. She often leaves the zipper slightly open and wears black gloves and heeled boots integrated into the suit, with subtle black accents on the forearms and calves.
โ‡˜ : .๐๐„๐‘๐’๐Ž๐๐€๐‹๐ˆ๐“๐˜ เฟ”โ‚Š *
Victoria is warm, nurturing, and radiates positivity that draws people in. Sheโ€™s unpredictable, with emotions that shift quickly, but she remains clever, responsible, and fearlessโ€”especially when protecting others. Her thoughtful, philosophical nature makes her always seek deeper meaning in life.
โ‡˜ : .๐’๐“๐Ž๐‘๐˜ เฟ”โ‚Š *
Birth & Early Childhood:
โ€ข Born in the Soviet Union in 1936, to a Jewish-Russian family living in Ukraine.
โ€ข Her parents were educated, loving, and politically activeโ€”a doctor (mother) and a philosophy professor (father).
โ€ข When WWII escalated and Nazi Germany invaded the Soviet Union (Operation Barbarossa, 1941), her family attempted to flee eastward, but were captured during the Nazi push into Ukraine.
Concentration Camp:
โ€ข At 5 years old, Victoria was separated from her parents and placed in a Nazi labor camp. Her parents were taken elsewhereโ€”she never saw them again.
โ€ข The trauma of separation, starvation, and abuse awakened her mutant powers prematurely. She accidentally absorbed a Nazi soldierโ€™s physical strength and used it to escape a beating.
โ€ข For months, she hid among the corpses and shadows of the camp, absorbing abilities from others (unknowingly) to surviveโ€”heightened senses, resistance to disease, and endurance.
โ€ข Her powers were erratic and terrifying. Some survivors whispered about a โ€œghost childโ€ who drained life by touch.
Post-War Survival:
โ€ข After liberation in 1945, Victoria wandered Eastern Europe, taken in and experimented on by Soviet scientists who noticed her powers.
โ€ข During the Cold War, she was used as a weapon and test subject, subjected to decades of bio-enhancement and psychic manipulation (similar to what Hydra did to Wanda and Pietro in the MCU).
โ€ข To survive the torment, she learned to control her power through emotional regulationโ€”connecting her absorption strength to empathy and memory.
Mutant Longevity / Present Day:
โ€ข Victoriaโ€™s body ages very slowly due to her cellular regeneration and constant absorption of life-force. She appears 27, but is over 80.
โ€ข By the 1990s, she escaped and went into hiding, seeking to live freely and quietly under different identities.
โ€ข She reemerged during the post-Blip period, drawn out by the chaos and the rise of mutantkind.
โ€ข She now works independently under the alias Liberty, advocating for mutant rights behind the scenes and stepping in only when needed.
Connections to the MCU:
โ€ข Couldโ€™ve been in Hydraโ€™s Eastern European branches, giving her ties to Bucky, Zola, or Strucker.
โ€ข Potentially crossed paths with Erik Lehnsherr (Magneto) at a camp or Soviet facility.
โ€ข Could have a moral rivalry with Charles Xavierโ€”viewing empathy as a weapon, not a shield.
โ€ข Appears in the MCU post-Endgame, when mutants begin to emerge more publicly due to timeline/dimensional fractures (perhaps through Doctor Strangeโ€™s Multiverse events or Deadpool 3 setups).
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๐™ƒ๐™€๐˜ผ๐™๐™๐™Ž
แฅซแญก ๊จ„๏ธŽ โ€น๐Ÿน โ™ฅ๏ธŽ แฐ” โ™ก แกฃ๐ญฉ <๐Ÿ‘ แฐ”แฉš โฆ
๐™๐˜ผ๐˜พ๐™€๐™Ž
"เซฎโ‚ หถโ€ขโค™โ€ขหถ โ‚Žแƒ เธ…^>โฉŠ<^ เธ… เซฎ โ€ข ๏ปŒ - แƒ สš(ยด๊’ณ`)ษž (,,>๏น<,,) โ‰ฝ^โ€ขโฉŠโ€ข^โ‰ผ (เท†ห™แต•ห™เท†) (โ•ฅ๏นโ•ฅ) เซฎโ‚'หถโ€ข . โ€ข โ‘… โ‚Žแƒ เซฎ โ€ข ๏ปŒ - แƒ เฌช๊’ฐ หถโ€ข เผ โ€ขหถ๊’ฑเฌ“
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โ–ฌโ–ฌ ยทหš เฒฃ ห– เฃชเฟเพ‚ ๐’ธ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‡๐’ถ๐’ธ๐“‰โ„ฏ๐“‡ โ„๐“ƒ๐’ปโ„ด๐“ˆ’ ห– เฃช ๐“‰๐“Œ๐’พ๐“๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰ โ„ด๐’ธ
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โ‡˜ : .๐ˆ๐๐…๐Ž๐‘๐Œ๐€๐“๐ˆ๐Ž๐ เฟ”โ‚Š *
๐–ญ๐– ๐–ฌ๐–ค
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–ง๐–พ๐—…๐–พ๐—‡๐–บ.
๐–ญ๐– ๐–ฌ๐–ค ๐–ฌ๐–ค๐– ๐–ญ๐–จ๐–ญ๐–ฆ
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–ฒ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—…๐—‚๐—€๐—๐— ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐–ซ๐—‚๐—€๐—๐—.
๐– ๐–ซ๐–จ๐– ๐–ฒ
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–ซ๐–บ๐—‡๐–พ, Nell, Hela.
๐–ฌ๐–ฎ๐–ต๐–จ๐–ค ๐–ฅ๐–ฑ๐– ๐–ญ๐–ข๐–ง๐–จ๐–ฒ๐–ค
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–ณ๐—๐—‚๐—…๐—‚๐—€๐—๐—
๐–ฆ๐–จ๐–ฅ๐–ณ
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–ฏ๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ณ๐—‹๐–บ๐—‡๐—Œ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐—‹๐–บ๐—….
๐– ๐–ฆ๐–ค
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿซ๏ผˆ๐–บ๐—€๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—๐—‹๐–บ๐—‡๐—Œ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—€๐—Ž๐—‹๐–พ๐–ฝ๏ผ‰
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿง๐Ÿซ๏ผˆ๐–ผ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—‹๐–พ๐—‡๐— ๐–บ๐—€๐–พ, ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—‡๐–ผ๐–พ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—…๐—‚๐—€๐—๐— ๐—๐–บ๐—„๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—‰๐—…๐–บ๐–ผ๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐Ÿค๐Ÿข๐Ÿข๐Ÿง, ๐–จ ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—…๐–ผ๐—Ž๐—…๐–บ๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ๏ผ‰
๐–ก๐–ฎ๐–ฑ๐–ญ
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿจ. ๐–ซ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—‡, ๐–ค๐—‡๐—€๐—…๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ๏ผŽ
๐–ธ๐–ค๐– ๐–ฑ ๐–ถ๐–ง๐–ค๐–ญ ๐–ณ๐–ด๐–ฑ๐–ญ๐–ค๐–ฃ
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿง
๐–ฌ๐– ๐–ช๐–ค๐–ฑ
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–ข๐–บ๐—‹๐—…๐—ˆ๐—Œ๏ผˆ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐— ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—‡๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—‡๏ผ‰
๐–ง๐–ค๐–จ๐–ฆ๐–ง๐–ณ
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿข๏ผˆ๐Ÿง'๐Ÿฉ๏ผ‰
๐–ค๐–ธ๐–ค ๐–ข๐–ฎ๐–ซ๐–ฎ๐–ฑ
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–ฆ๐—‹๐–พ๐–พ๐—‡๏ผˆ๐—๐—Ž๐—†๐–บ๐—‡๏ผ‰
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–ฆ๐—ˆ๐—…๐–ฝ๏ผˆ๐—๐–บ๐—†๐—‰๐—‚๐—‹๐–พ๏ผ‰
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–ก๐—…๐–บ๐–ผ๐—„๏ผˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‹๐—Œ๐—๐—’๏ผ‰
๐–ฒ๐–ฏ๐–ค๐–ข๐–จ๐–ค๐–ฒ
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค Vampire
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค Human (๐—‰๐—‹๐–พ๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐—…y).
๐–ข๐–ฎ๐–ต๐–ค๐–ญ
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–ญ๏ผ๐– 
๐–ฌ๐– ๐–ณ๐–ค
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–ญ๏ผ๐– 
โ‚Š
โ‡˜ : .๐€๐๐๐„๐€๐‘๐€๐๐‚๐„ เฟ”โ‚Š *
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–  ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—’ ๐–ป๐–พ๐–บ๐—Ž๐—๐—‚๐–ฟ๐—Ž๐—… ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—†๐–บ๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐–พ ๐—‰๐—๐—’๐—Œ๐—‚๐—Š๐—Ž๐–พ ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‰๐—‰๐–พ๐–บ๐—…๐—‚๐—‡๐—€; ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ ๐–ป๐—…๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐–บ๐—‚๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐–ผ๐—๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐–บ๐—‚๐—Œ๐—, ๐—๐—๐—‚๐–ผ๐— ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—Œ๐—…๐—‚๐—€๐—๐—๐—…๐—’ ๐—๐–บ๐—๐—’. ๐–ฒ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—€ ๐–พ๐—’๐–พ๐—…๐–บ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ๐—Œ, ๐—Œ๐—…๐–พ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–พ๐—’๐–พ๐–ป๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—๐—Œ, ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–บ ๐—Œ๐—…๐—‚๐—† ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐–ฝ๐—’.
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โ‡˜ : .๐๐„๐‘๐’๐Ž๐๐€๐‹๐ˆ๐“๐˜ เฟ”โ‚Š *
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–ง๐–พ๐—…๐–พ๐—‡๐–บ ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–บ ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—’ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—‹๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ, ๐–บ๐—Œ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—‹๐—๐—‚๐—๐–พ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐—‚๐—๐—๐—’ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‡๐—€ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—„๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—†๐–บ๐—‡, ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—…๐—Œ๐—ˆ ๐—„๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—๐—‡ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–บ ๐—„๐–พ๐–พ๐—‡ ๐–พ๐—’๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—‰๐–พ๐—ˆ๐—‰๐—…๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—„๐—Œ ๐—†๐–พ๐–บ๐—‡๐—Œ ๐—‡๐—ˆ ๐—€๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐–ฝ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ, ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ ๐—‚๐—Œ๐—‡๐— ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—’ ๐—๐—‹๐—Ž๐—Œ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—‚๐—๐— ๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—‡ ๐–ป๐–พ ๐–บ๐—‡๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—’๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—Š๐—Ž๐—‚๐—๐–พ ๐–พ๐–บ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—…๐—’.
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โ‡˜ : .๐’๐“๐Ž๐‘๐˜ เฟ”โ‚Š *
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค One of the worst outbreaks to ever ravage the streets of London, England, erupted in the spring of 1665. When the Great Plague descended upon the city, deadly bacteria festered in rats and other vermin, while parasites such as fleas and lice became unwitting carriers, transmitting the disease through even the smallest wounds with terrifying efficiency.
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค Putrid waste and filth accumulated throughout the cobblestone streets, spread unwittingly by infected residentsโ€”particularly the desperate homeless who had nowhere else to go. Helena's family was modest, with her as the only surviving child; her younger brother had succumbed to leukemia years before, leaving a void that never truly healed. They lived the harsh life of peasants, scraping by on what little they could grow. When the plague struck London, their already fragile existence shattered as their crops withered and died in the fields, plunging them deeper into poverty.
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค Amid this chaos, Helena's father was conscripted to fight in the Second Anglo-Dutch War, which cruelly coincided with the plague's arrival that same year. Barely a fortnight after his departure, her mother contracted the merciless illness that was decimating London's population. For seven agonizing days, Helena watched helplessly as the disease ravaged her mother's once-vibrant body, transforming her into a hollow shell before death finally granted her release.
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค Left utterly alone, Helena spiraled into profound depression. Haunting hallucinations tormented her waking hoursโ€”visions of her mother's final moments, her gaunt face contorted in pain, intermingled with desperate fantasies of her father returning safely from war. Reality and imagination blurred as her grief consumed her.
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค Soon, Helena's own body betrayed her as plague symptoms manifested: unpredictable bouts of giddiness gave way to feverish delirium, and she began coughing up alarming amounts of blood. A plague doctorโ€”one of those ominous figures in leather robes and distinctive beaked masks stuffed with herbsโ€”visited her humble dwelling. He attempted the same futile treatments he had administered to her mother: bloodletting, herbal poultices, and prayers that fell on deaf ears. Unable to help further, he left her to her fate.
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค In the suffocating solitude that followed, Helena contemplated her brief, tragic existence. She thought of her brother, whose life had barely begun before it was cruelly snatched away. She remembered her mother, whose warmth and love had been her only comfort in this harsh world. And she mourned for her father, fighting in distant lands, who would likely return to find nothing but an empty home.
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค Then, on a particularly grim night when London lay eerily quiet save for the distant calls of "Bring out your dead," an unexpected visitor appeared at her bedside. He addressed her in a voice both mysterious and smooth as silk, his words carrying a peculiar cadence that seemed to toy with her senses. In her pain-addled state, Helena found she didn't care about his strange mannerโ€”the agony of the plague had consumed all other concerns.
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค Carlos was a traveler who had recently departed from Spain to tour England. The plague had transformed London into a notorious hunting ground for "creatures of the night" like him. He had been stalking the shadows, patiently waiting for the perfect prey, when he detected the rare scent of what his kind called a "singer"โ€”a human whose blood sang to him like no other. Following this intoxicating trail, he found himself standing before the dying form of Helena, her fate now irrevocably entwined with his own
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โ‡˜ : . OUTFITS เฟ”โ‚Š *
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค one.
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค two.
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค three.
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โ‡˜ : .๐“๐‘๐ˆ๐•๐ˆ๐€ เฟ”โ‚Š *
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ created ๐–ฝ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–ป๐—…๐–บ๐–ผ๐—„ ๐—‰๐—…๐–บ๐—€๐—Ž๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—Œ๐—๐—‹๐—Ž๐–ผ๐—„ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—‡, ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—‹๐—Œ๐— ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐— ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—‡๐–ผ๐–พ ๐—‚๐— ๐–ป๐–พ๐—€๐–บ๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—€๐— ๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿง๏ผ๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿจ๏ผŽ
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค she is ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‚๐–ผ๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–ป๐—’ ๐–พ๐—†๐—†๐—’ ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐—Œ๐—Ž๐—†๏ผˆ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—‹๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‚๐–ผ๐–พ: ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ ๐—‰๐—…๐–บ๐—’๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–ข๐—๐—‹๐—‚๐—Œ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐–พ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–ฏ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—๐—ˆ๐—† ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐—‰๐–พ๐—‹๐–บ๏ผ‰
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ ๐—…๐—‚๐—„๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€๐—‚๐—‡๐—€, ๐–พ๐—†๐–ป๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—‚๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‹๐—’, ๐—‚๐—‡๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—€๐—‡ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—‰๐—ˆ๐–พ๐—๐—‹๐—’.
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐—‚ ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—…๐–ผ๐—Ž๐—…๐–บ๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–ฝ๐–บ๐—’ ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—‡ ๏ผˆ๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿจ๏ผ‰๐—†๐—‚๐—‡๐—Ž๐—Œ ๐Ÿค๐Ÿข๐Ÿข๐Ÿง ๐—๐—๐—‚๐–ผ๐— = ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿง๐Ÿซ๏ผˆ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—…๐—†๐—Œ, ๐—๐–พ ๐–บ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐— ๐—€๐—‚๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐–บ ๐—Œ๐—‰๐–พ๐–ผ๐—‚๐–ฟ๐—‚๐–ผ ๐–ฝ๐–บ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐–พ๐–บ๐–ผ๐— ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—๐—‚๐–พ ๐—๐–บ๐—„๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—‰๐—…๐–บ๐–ผ๐–พ, ๐–ป๐—Ž๐— ๐—€๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—€๐—…๐–พ ๐—Œ๐–บ๐—’๐—Œ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—’ ๐—๐–บ๐—„๐–พ ๐—‰๐—…๐–บ๐–ผ๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ ๐–บ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐–บ๐–ฟ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐Ÿค๐Ÿข๐Ÿข๐Ÿง๏ผ‰
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–ณ๐—๐–พ ๐—‡๐–บ๐—†๐–พ ๐–ง๐–พ๐—…๐–พ๐—‡๐–บ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–ฟ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—† ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–ฆ๐—‹๐–พ๐–พ๐—„ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–ฝ ๐—๐–พ๐—…๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—Œ, ๐—๐—๐—‚๐–ผ๐— ๐—†๐–พ๐–บ๐—‡๐—Œ โ€œ๐—…๐—‚๐—€๐—๐—.โ€œ ๐–จ๐— ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ ๐–บ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—๐—๐–ฟ๐—Ž๐—… ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐—โ€™๐—Œ ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—‹๐–พ๐–ฟ๐—Ž๐—…๐—…๐—’ ๐–ป๐–บ๐—…๐–บ๐—‡๐–ผ๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—๐—‚๐—๐— ๐—‚๐—๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐—…๐–ฝ๏ผ๐–ฟ๐–บ๐—Œ๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐–พ๐—…๏ผŽ
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–ง๐–พ๐—…๐–พ๐—‡๐–บโ€™๐—Œ ๐—†๐–บ๐—„๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–บ ๐–ฒ๐—‰๐–บ๐—‡๐—‚๐—Œ๐— ๐—†๐–บ๐—‡ ๐—‡๐–บ๐—†๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–ข๐–บ๐—‹๐—…๐—ˆ๐—Œ ๐—๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ ๐–ผ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—€๐—๐—…๐—’ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–ฌ๐–พ๐–ฝ๐—‚๐–พ๐—๐–บ๐—… ๐–ค๐—‹๐–บ, ๐–ป๐—Ž๐— ๐–ป๐–พ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿข๐Ÿข๐—Œ. ๐–ง๐–พ๐—…๐–พ๐—‡๐–บ ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—†๐–บ๐—‡๐—‚๐—‰๐—Ž๐—…๐–บ๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–ป๐—’ ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—†๐–บ๐—„๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—‚๐—๐— ๐–บ ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐— ๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐—‡, ๐—Ž๐—‡๐—๐—‚๐—… ๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿข, ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—…๐—๐—Ž๐—‹๐—‚ ๐—„๐—‚๐—…๐—…๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—๐—‚๐—†(๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐— ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐—‡)๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—…๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‚๐—‹ ๐—‹๐—Ž๐—…๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐—…๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—†๐—Œ๐–พ๐—…๐—๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—Ž๐—†๐–บ๐—‡๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–ผ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—‚๐—†๐—†๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—๐–บ๐—… ๐–ผ๐—๐—‚๐—…๐–ฝ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‡.
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–ข๐–บ๐—‹๐—…๐—ˆ๐—Œ ๐—๐–บ๐–ฝ ๐–บ ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐—„๐—‡๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—‡๐—’๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐–พ ๐–ป๐–พ๐—…๐—‚๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ โ€œ๐–ป๐–พ๐–บ๐—Ž๐—๐—‚๐–ฟ๐—Ž๐—…โ€ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐–ผ๐— ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—‰๐—‹๐—ˆ๐–ป๐–บ๐–ป๐—…๐—’ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—…๐—’ ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—๐–พ ๐—†๐–บ๐–ฝ๐–พ ๐–ง๐–พ๐—…๐–พ๐—‡๐–บ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—‹๐—Œ๐— ๐—‰๐—…๐–บ๐–ผ๐–พ. ๐–ข๐–บ๐—‹๐—…โ€™๐—Œ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—†๐–บ๐—‚๐—‡๐—…๐—’ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—Œ๐—‚๐—Œ๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‡๐—€๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—€๐–พ๐—‡๐–พ๐—‹๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐–ป๐—Ž๐— ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—๐–บ๐—‚๐—‡๐–พ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ ๐—‡๐—ˆ ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ ๐—Ž๐—‡๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—‘๐—๐–พ๐–พ๐—‡.
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โ‡˜ : .๐ˆ๐๐…๐Ž๐‘๐Œ๐€๐“๐ˆ๐Ž๐ เฟ”โ‚Š *
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โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–ฆ๐—๐–พ๐—‡๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ
๐–ญ๐– ๐–ฌ๐–ค ๐–ฌ๐–ค๐– ๐–ญ๐–จ๐–ญ๐–ฆ
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–ง๐–พ๐–บ๐—๐–พ๐—‡๐—…๐—’, ๐–ฃ๐—‚๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐–พ, ๐–ฅ๐–บ๐—‚๐—‹ ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ
๐– ๐–ซ๐–จ๐–ค๐–ฒ
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–ฆ๐—ˆ๐–ฝ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐—…๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—‚๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—‡
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โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค 170 (๐Ÿงโ€™๐Ÿฉ)
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โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–ฃ๐–พ๐—†๐—‚๐—€๐—ˆ๐–ฝ
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โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค Greek Pantheon
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โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–ค๐—‹๐–พ๐–ป๐—Ž๐—Œ ๏ผ ๐–ฅ๐–บ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–ญ๐—’๐—‘ ๏ผ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ๐—‰ ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–ฃ๐–พ๐—‚๐—‹๐–บ ๏ผ๐–ฌ๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๏ผ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐–ผ๐–พ๐–บ๐—Œ๐–พ๐–ฝ
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–ณ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐–บ๐—๐—ˆ๐—Œ ๏ผ๐–ค๐—…๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—Œ๐— ๐–ป๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–ฏ๐—๐—‚๐—…๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐—Œ ๏ผ๐–ฒ๐–พ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–พ๐—…๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—Œ๐— ๐–ป๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹
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โ‡˜ : .๐€๐๐๐„๐€๐‘๐€๐๐‚๐„ เฟ”โ‚Š *
๐–ฆ๐—๐—’๐—‡๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–บ tall, slender woman that ๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—Ž๐—‡๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹๐—๐—๐—…๐—’ ๐–ป๐–พ๐–บ๐—Ž๐—๐—’, ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—Œ๐—‰๐—‚๐—๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—…๐—’ ๐–ป๐–พ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐–บ๐—…๐–ฟ ๐–ฆ๐—ˆ๐–ฝ. ๐–ฆ๐—๐–พ๐—‡๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—€ ๐–ป๐—…๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐–พ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐–ผ๐—„๐—Œ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐–ฟ๐—…๐—ˆ๐— ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—๐—‡ ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ป๐–บ๐–ผ๐—„ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐—‚๐—๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—‰๐—‚๐—‡๐—„ ๐–พ๐—’๐–พ๐—Œ๏ผŽ
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค Gwenevere is frequently spotted wearing a white dress with a V-neckline that fastens at the neck. She perfectly complements her attire with a pair of gray heels. (๐–ฉ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐— ๐—†๐—‚๐—‡๐—Ž๐—Œ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—ƒ๐–บ๐–ผ๐—„๐–พ๐—)
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โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค Nearing the last few rounds of Ragnarok, she begins wearing a no-sleeved dark turtleneck, light-colored jeans, and heeled boots.
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค during a flashback, she is dressed in a long dark cloak with a white cloth draping over her chest. She wears a skirt with deep slits on each side of her thighs, and her arms are adorned with bandage-like armbands. Additionally, she is seen wearing high-heeled boots with thigh-high socks.
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โ‡˜ : .๐๐„๐‘๐’๐Ž๐๐€๐‹๐ˆ๐“๐˜ เฟ”โ‚Š *
"๐–จ๐–ฟ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Žโ€™๐—‹๐–พ ๐–พ๐—‘๐—‰๐–พ๐–ผ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—†๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–ป๐–พ๐—€ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—†๐—’ ๐—…๐—‚๐–ฟ๐–พ, ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–บ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ๐—…๐—’ ๐—†๐—‚๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—„๐–พ๐—‡"
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–ฆ๐—๐–พ๐—‡๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—„๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—๐—‡ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐–ป๐–พ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–บ ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—’ ๐–บ๐—Œ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—‹๐—๐—‚๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—†๐–บ๐—‡, ๐—๐—๐—ˆ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐— ๐–ป๐–บ๐–ผ๐—„ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—๐—‡ ๐—Œ๐—ˆ ๐–พ๐–บ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—…๐—’, ๐—Œ๐—๐–พโ€™๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—…๐—Œ๐—ˆ ๐—„๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—๐—‡ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹๐—…๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–ฝ๐–บ๐—‹๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—‰๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–บ๐—…๐—‚๐—๐—’. ๐–ฆ๐—๐–พ๐—‡๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—…๐—Œ๐—ˆ ๐—Œ๐—๐—ˆ๐—๐—‡ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–ป๐–พ ๐–บ๐—‡ ๐–พ๐—†๐—‰๐–บ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—๐—‚๐–ผ ๐—‰๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—„๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—๐—‡ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–บ๐—…๐—Œ๐—ˆ ๐–ผ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—€ ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—Œ ๐—๐—‚๐—๐— ๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ๏ผŽ
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โ‡˜ : .๐€๐๐ˆ๐‹๐ˆ๐“๐˜โ€™๐’ เฟ”โ‚Š *
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–ฎ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–บ๐—…๐—… ๐– ๐–ป๐—‚๐—…๐—‚๐—๐—’โ€™๐—Œ
๐–ฆ๐—๐–พ๐—‡๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐— ๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐—‚๐—‹๐–พ๐—…๐—’ ๐–บ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—†๐—‚๐–ฝ๐–บ๐–ป๐—…๐–พ ๐–ฆ๐—ˆ๐–ฝ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ in ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—†๐–ป๐–บ๐—, ๐–ป๐—Ž๐—, ๐—๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—„๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–พ๐—‘๐—๐—‹๐–พ๐—†๐–พ ๐—‹๐–พ๐–ฟ๐—…๐–พ๐—‘๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—Œ๐—‰๐–พ๐–พ๐–ฝ, ๐—†๐–บ๐—„๐–พ ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—‡๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹๐—…๐—’ ๐—‚๐—†๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐—Œ๐—‚๐–ป๐—…๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐—‚๐—.
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–ฒ๐–พ๐—†๐—‚๏ผ๐–จ๐—†๐—†๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—๐–บ๐—…๐—‚๐—๐—’
๐– ๐—Œ ๐–บ ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‚๐—๐—’, ๐–ฆ๐—๐–พ๐—‡๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ ๐–บ ๐—…๐—‚๐—†๐—‚๐—๐—…๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ ๐—…๐—‚๐–ฟ๐–พ๐—Œ๐—‰๐–บ๐—‡ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐— ๐–บ๐—€๐–พ๏ผŽ
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–ฃ๐—‚๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐–พ ๐–ฏ๐—๐—’๐—Œ๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—€๐—’
๐– ๐—Œ ๐–บ ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‚๐—๐—’, ๐–ฆ๐—๐–พ๐—‡๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—๐—‹ ๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ ๐—‰๐—๐—’๐—Œ๐—‚๐–ผ๐–บ๐—… ๐–บ๐–ป๐—‚๐—…๐—‚๐—๐—‚๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–ฟ๐–บ๐—‹ ๐—€๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐—‡ ๐–บ๐—‡๐—’ ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–ฝ๐—‚๐—‡๐–บ๐—‹๐—’ ๐–ง๐—Ž๐—†๐–บ๐—‡. ๐–ง๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‹, ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—‡ ๐—Œ๐—๐—‚๐—…๐—… ๐–ป๐–พ ๐—๐–บ๐—‹๐—†๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–ป๐—’ ๐—Ž๐—‡๐–บ๐—‹๐—†๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–บ๐—๐—๐–บ๐–ผ๐—„๐—Œ ๐–ฟ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—† ๐—‚๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—‚๐—๐—‚๐–ฝ๐—Ž๐–บ๐—…๐—Œ ๐—๐—‚๐—๐— ๐—Œ๐—Ž๐—‰๐–พ๐—‹๐—๐—Ž๐—†๐–บ๐—‡ ๐—Œ๐—๐—‹๐–พ๐—‡๐—€๐—๐— ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–ฃ๐—‚๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐–พ ๐–ถ๐–พ๐–บ๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—Œ๏ผŽ
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–ฆ๐—ˆ๐–ฝ๐—…๐—’ ๐–ฒ๐—๐—‹๐–พ๐—‡๐—€๐—๐—
๐–ถ๐—๐—‚๐—…๐–พ ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐— ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–ฟ๐—Ž๐—… ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—€๐—ˆ๐–ฝ๐—Œ๏ผŒ ๐–ฆ๐—๐–พ๐—‡๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–พโ€™๐—Œ ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ ๐—‚๐—†๐—†๐–พ๐—‡๐—Œ๐–พ ๐—‰๐—๐—’๐—Œ๐—‚๐–ผ๐–บ๐—… ๐—Œ๐—๐—‹๐–พ๐—‡๐—€๐—๐—.
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–จ๐—†๐—†๐–พ๐—‡๐—Œ๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—‰๐–พ๐–พ๐–ฝ
๐–ฆ๐—๐–พ๐—‡๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—†๐–บ๐—’ ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐— ๐–ป๐–พ ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—Œ๐—๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—€ ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—€๐—ˆ๐–ฝ๐—Œ ๐–ป๐—Ž๐— ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ ๐–พ๐–บ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—…๐—’ ๐—†๐–บ๐—„๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—Ž๐—‰ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–ฝ๐—Ž๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—Œ๐—‰๐–พ๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐–ผ๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—๐—‚๐—†๐—‚๐—‡๐—€๏ผŽ
โ‚Š
โ‡˜ : .๐’๐“๐Ž๐‘๐˜ เฟ”โ‚Š *
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–ข๐—ˆ๐—†๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–ฒ๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—‡
โ‚Š
โ‡˜ : .๐“๐‘๐ˆ๐•๐ˆ๐€ เฟ”โ‚Š *
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–ณ๐—๐–พ ๐–ผ๐—๐–บ๐—‹๐–บ๐–ผ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—‚ ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐–บ ๐–ฟ๐–บ๐–ผ๐–พ ๐–ผ๐—…๐–บ๐—‚๐—† ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–ป๐—‚๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐–ฟ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—† ๐–ญ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–บ๐—€๐–บ๐—†๐—‚
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โ‡˜ : .๐ˆ๐๐…๐Ž๐‘๐Œ๐€๐“๐ˆ๐Ž๐ เฟ”โ‚Š *
๐–ญ๐– ๐–ฌ๐–ค
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–ฌ๐—‚๐—๐—Œ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—‚ ๐–ฆ๐—ˆ๐—“๐–พ๐—‡
๐–ญ๐– ๐–ฌ๐–ค ๐–ฌ๐–ค๐– ๐–ญ๐–จ๐–ญ๐–ฆ
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค๐–ฌ๐—‚๐—๐—Œ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—‚ ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–บ ๐–ฉ๐–บ๐—‰๐–บ๐—‡๐–พ๐—Œ๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–ฝ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—†๐–พ๐–บ๐—‡๐—Œ "๐—๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ๐—’" (่œœ) ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ "๐—€๐—…๐–บ๐—Œ๐—Œ๐—’, ๐—…๐–บ๐—‰๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—…๐–บ๐—“๐—Ž๐—…๐—‚" (็’ƒ).
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–ณ๐—๐–พ ๐–ฉ๐–บ๐—‰๐–บ๐—‡๐–พ๐—Œ๐–พ ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—† ๐–ฆ๐—ˆ๐—“๐–พ๐—‡ (ๅพกๅ‰) ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—‡ ๐—†๐–พ๐–บ๐—‡ "๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‡๐—€ ๐—…๐–บ๐–ฝ๐—’" ๐—ˆ๐—‹ "๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‡๐—€ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–ฝ"
๐–ก๐–จ๐–ฑ๐–ณ๐–ง๐–ฃ๐– ๐–ธ
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–ฉ๐–บ๐—‡๐—Ž๐–บ๐—‹๐—’ ๐Ÿค๐Ÿข, ๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿง
๐– ๐–ฆ๐–ค
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐Ÿค๐Ÿค
๐–ง๐–ค๐–จ๐–ฆ๐–ง๐–ณ
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿข ๐–ผ๐—† (๐Ÿงโ€™๐Ÿฉ๏ผ‰
๐–ฎ๐–ข๐–ข๐–ด๐–ฏ๐– ๐–ณ๐–จ๐–ฎ๐–ญ
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–ฉ๐—Ž๐—ƒ๐—Ž๐—๐—Œ๐—Ž ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–ผ๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‹
๐– ๐–ฅ๐–ฅ๐–จ๐–ซ๐–จ๐– ๐–ณ๐–จ๐–ฎ๐–ญ
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–ณ๐—ˆ๐—„๐—’๐—ˆ ๐—†๐–พ๐—๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—…๐—‚๐—๐–บ๐—‡ ๐—ƒ๐—Ž๐—ƒ๐—Ž๐—๐—Œ๐—Ž ๐—๐—‚๐—€๐— ๐—Œ๐–ผ๐—๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—…, ๐–ฆ๐—ˆ๐—“๐–พ๐—‡ ๐–ข๐—…๐–บ๐—‡
๐–ฆ๐–ฑ๐– ๐–ฃ๐–ค
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ???
โ‚Š
โ‡˜ : .๐‚๐”๐‘๐’๐„๐ƒ ๐“๐„๐‚๐‡๐๐ˆ๐๐”๐„ เฟ”โ‚Š *
MIRROR CALCULATION
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค Description: The cursed technique allows itโ€™s user to convert the kinetic energy of damage they receive into cursed energy. This cursed energy can then be used to either heal the user, use regular cursed techniques, or release a powerful cursed energy blast that reflects the damage it had absorbed back.
Energy consumption: low
โ‡˜ : .๐ƒ๐Ž๐Œ๐€๐ˆ๐ ๐„๐—๐๐€๐๐’๐ˆ๐Ž๐ เฟ”โ‚Š *
REALITY OF 1,000 ๐–ฌ๐–จ๐–ฑ๐–ฑ๐–ฎ๐–ฑS
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค Description: The domain expansion transforms the surroundings into an exact copy of the same area that was once around them. Inside this dimension, every action taken by opponents is instantly reflected back at them as if mirrored, creating a chaotic and disorienting environment. Mitsuri gains infinite knowledge of how to fight the person she is facing along with her cursed technique becomes even more potent, as the damage inflicted upon them in the domain is amplified and returned to the opponent at the exact same moment.
โ‚Š
โ‡˜ : . ๐๐„๐‘๐’๐Ž๐๐€๐‹๐ˆ๐“๐˜ เฟ”โ‚Š *
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐—Ž๐–บ๐—…๐—…๐—’ ๐–บ ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—’ ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—…๐—† ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—†๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—‚๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—‚๐—๐—‚๐–ฝ๐—Ž๐–บ๐—… ๐—๐—๐—ˆ ๐—Œ๐—๐—ˆ๐—๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐–บ๐—๐–พ ๐–บ ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–ผ๐—๐–บ๐—…๐–บ๐—‡๐— and playfull ๐—Œ๐—‚๐–ฝ๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—‚๐— ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—†๐—‹๐–บ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—‹๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–บ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—.
โ‚Š
โ‡˜ : . ๐€๐๐๐„๐€๐‘๐€๐๐‚๐„ เฟ”โ‚Š *
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–ฌ๐—‚๐—๐—Œ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—‚ ๐–ฆ๐—ˆ๐—“๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‡ ๐–บ๐—๐—๐—‹๐–บ๐–ผ๐—๐—‚๐—๐–พ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—†๐–บ๐—‡ ๐—๐—‚๐—๐— ๐—๐–บ๐—‚๐—Œ๐— ๐—…๐–พ๐—‡๐—€๐—๐— ๐—Œ๐—๐—‹๐–บ๐—‚๐—€๐—๐— ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—๐–พ ๐—๐–บ๐—‚๐—‹ ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—†๐–บ๐—…๐—…๐—’ ๐—„๐–พ๐—‰๐— ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐–บ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐–พ ๐–ป๐—‹๐–บ๐—‚๐–ฝ ๐—๐—‚๐—๐— ๐–ป๐–บ๐—‡๐—€๐—Œ ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐–ผ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—ƒ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐— ๐—‰๐–บ๐—Œ๐— ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–พ๐—’๐–พ๐–ป๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐—๐—ˆ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—€๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—Œ๐—‚๐–ฝ๐–พ ๐–ป๐–บ๐—‡๐—€๐—Œ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐–ฟ๐—‹๐–บ๐—†๐–พ ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ฟ๐–บ๐–ผ๐–พ. ๐–ฌ๐—‚๐—๐—Œ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—‚ ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—€๐—‹๐–พ๐—’ ๐–พ๐—’๐–พ๐—Œ, ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—€ ๐–พ๐—’๐–พ๐—…๐–บ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‡ ๐–พ๐—’๐–พ๐–ป๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—๐—Œ.
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–ฌ๐—‚๐—๐—Œ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—‚ ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ ๐–บ ๐–ผ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—๐—’ ๐—’๐–พ๐— ๐–บ๐—๐—๐—…๐–พ๐—๐—‚๐–ผ ๐–ป๐—Ž๐—‚๐—…๐–ฝ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—…๐—‚๐—€๐—๐— ๐—Œ๐—„๐—‚๐—‡. ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐—Ž๐–บ๐—…๐—…๐—’ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ ๐–บ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—๐–พ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—€๏ผ๐—Œ๐—…๐–พ๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—Œ๐—๐—‚๐—‹๐—, ๐–บ ๐–ป๐—…๐–บ๐–ผ๐—„ ๐—๐—‚๐–พ, ๐–ป๐—…๐–บ๐–ผ๐—„ ๐—‰๐–บ๐—‡๐—๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–ป๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—๐—‡ ๐—Œ๐—๐—ˆ๐–พ๐—Œ.
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–ฌ๐—‚๐—๐—Œ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—‚โ€™๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐—…๐–ฝ ๐—ƒ๐—Ž๐—ƒ๐—Ž๐—๐—Œ๐—Ž ๐—Œ๐–ผ๐—๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—… ๐—Ž๐—‡๐—‚๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—† ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—Œ๐—‚๐—Œ๐—๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐–บ ๐–ฝ๐–บ๐—‹๐—„ ๐–ป๐—…๐—Ž๐–พ ๐—€๐–บ๐—„๐—Ž๐—‹๐–บ๐—‡๏ผ๐—Œ๐—๐—’๐—…๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‰ (๐–บ ๐–ป๐—Ž๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—‡๏ผ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—๐—‡ ๐—ƒ๐–บ๐–ผ๐—„๐–พ๐—) ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–บ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—€ ๐—†๐–บ๐—๐–ผ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—Œ๐—„๐—‚๐—‹๐— ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐–ผ๐—๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—…๐–พ๐—€๐—Œ. ๐–ฒ๐—๐–พ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐–พ๐—Œ๐—‡โ€™๐— ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–ป๐—…๐–บ๐–ผ๐—„ ๐—Œ๐—๐—ˆ๐–ผ๐—„๐—‚๐—‡๐—€๐—Œ, ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹๐—Œ ๐–ฝ๐–บ๐—‹๐—„ ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—๐—Œ๏ผŽ (๐– ๐—‹๐— ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–ป๐—’: ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‰๐—‚๐—‹๐–บ๐—๐–พ๐—๐—Ž๐—‡๐—๐–พ๐—‹_๐–บ๐—‹๐—, ๐—‚๐—†๐–บ๐—€๐–พ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐–ฏ๐—‚๐—‡๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ๐—Œ๐—)
โ‚Š
โ‡˜ : . ๐“๐‘๐ˆ๐•๐ˆ๐€ เฟ”โ‚Š *
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–ฒ๐—‚๐—‡๐–ผ๐–พ ๐–ฌ๐—‚๐—๐—Œ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—‚โ€™๐—Œ ๐–ป๐–ฝ๐–บ๐—’ ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐–ฉ๐–บ๐—‡๐—Ž๐–บ๐—‹๐—’ ๐Ÿค๐Ÿข ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‡ ๐– ๐—Š๐—Ž๐–บ๐—‹๐—‚๐—Ž๐—Œ๏ผŽ
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–ณ๐—๐–พ ๐–ฆ๐—ˆ๐—“๐–พ๐—‡ ๐–ฟ๐–บ๐—†๐—‚๐—…๐—’ ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐–ป๐— ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–บ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ผ๐—…๐–บ๐—‡, ๐–ฌ๐—‚๐—๐—Œ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—‚ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐— ๐—„๐—‡๐—ˆ๐— ๐–บ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐— ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—Œ๏ผŽ
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–ฌ๐—‚๐—๐—Œ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—‚ ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—‡ ๐—๐—‚๐—๐— ๐–บ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—‚๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—…๐—…๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–ค๐—‚๐—€๐—๐—๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—…๐–ฝ. ๐—๐—๐—‚๐–ผ๐— ๐—†๐–บ๐—„๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—†๐—Ž๐—Œ๐–ผ๐—…๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–พ๐—‚๐—€๐—๐— ๐—๐—‚๐—†๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‡๐—Œ๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐—‡ ๐–บ ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—†๐–บ๐—… ๐—‰๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—Œ ๐—€๐—‚๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—…๐—‚๐—†๐–ป๐—Œ ๐—‚๐—‡๐–ผ๐—‹๐–พ๐–ฝ๐—‚๐–ป๐—…๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—๐—‹๐–พ๐—‡๐—€๐—๐— ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–พ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—Ž๐—‹๐–บ๐—‡๐–ผ๐–พ. ๐–ง๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‹, ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐–บ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—‚๐—‡๐—๐–บ๐—„๐–พ ๐–บ ๐—…๐–บ๐—‹๐—€๐–พ ๐–บ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‡๐— ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐–ฝ ๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—’ ๐–ฝ๐–บ๐—’ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—„๐–พ๐–พ๐—‰ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—‚๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—Œ๐—๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—€๏ผŽ
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–ฌ๐—‚๐—๐—Œ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—‚ ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ ๐–ป๐–พ๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‡ ๐–พ๐—‘๐—๐—‹๐–พ๐—†๐–พ๐—…๐—’ ๐–ฟ๐—…๐–พ๐—‘๐—‚๐–ป๐—…๐–พ ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐–ฝ๐—’, ๐–บ๐—…๐—…๐—ˆ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–บ๐–ผ๐—๐—‚๐–พ๐—๐–พ ๐–บ ๐—๐—‚๐–ฝ๐–พ ๐—‹๐–บ๐—‡๐—€๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡๏ผŽ
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–ฒ๐—๐–พ ๐—๐–พ๐—‚๐—€๐—๐—Œ ๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅ ๐—…๐–ป๐—Œ๏ผŽ
โ•ฐโ‹ฏโžค ๐–ธ๐–พ๐—Œ, ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–ผ๐—๐–บ๐—‹๐–บ๐–ผ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—๐–พ๐—๐—‚๐—…๐—’ ๐–ป๐–บ๐—Œ๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—†๐—‚๐—๐—Œ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—‚ ๐—„๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—ƒ๐—‚ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—…๏ผŽ
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