#Lucerna lore

[demon-love-story]

I have looked into Gellos origin, and she's supposed to be killing newborns because she couldnt have a baby herself. Wouldn't giving her a child take away the significance of why she's doing it? Also Gello is from greek mythology not from mesopotamia I think you got that one wrong

E'llo 'Mous!

You are KINDA right, but you also aren't :)

Lucerna is about demons and all other folklore/mythological stuff, I research and then either use that 'canon' knowledge OR bend it to fit the story that I'm still trying to tell.

To start with. Gello or Gallû was an ancient Mesopotamian demon (don't fight with me about that, check on Google). But this type of demon has many names in many other ancient cultures, some even call this type a witch. SO, in my story, I made every one of these demons as individuals. Some may be already deceased by the rime of Rubrum Lucerna.

Abyzou is from Akkadian folklore, a mortal human becoming a demon. Very similar to Gello. And that's the big change I did, Abyzou is a demon child who killed abusive parents and then was cursed as a snake.

So, meet Lucerna's gelloudes AKA the stryngai AKA the witches of the Byzantine period.

Gello and Lilith go way back from the Byzantine period. She was a stryngai through her family bloodline but didn't take it much seriously until she lost her unborn and her family, and her spouse's family were not that supportive. Especially after that abortion she became infertile and was deemed unworthy. She became a dark witch and bit off more than she could chew when she summoned Lilith through flesh offerings of newborns. And assumably she was the first stryngai who had gone on the path of darkness.

She asked for immortality and much more, she went living from one tribe to another during some periods of time not to be suspicious of her unaging. One day, in the Mesopotamian period, she asked for a baby. And Lilith gave her just that. Because she collected many souls of the newborns, Lilith could make a physical child with a soul that would make them conscious = alive. And Abyzou came to be! But because she was made of souls that had such a short life-span, she has a certain age she can't grow further from. It's a generous eight years of age.

Gello continued to steal newborns for her offerings, she couldn't stop not doing them, although it became harder with Pazuzu coming to be among the Mesopotamian tribes.

And Abyzou became a friend of Pazuzu through the short period of time she was created. She admired how they protected mothers and their infants, and when she found a father figure that was abusive she took it upon herself to punish them.

Gello ended strung up (originally this was the fate of Abyzou from what I found), I didn't change this bit, just swapped the roles. And because Gello was discovered, it put Lilith's life in danger because of a deal she and Gello made.

Abyzou was let off easy by being cursed into her second form, a snake, and once a year for an hour, she can change back into a child. Otherwise, she's stuck like this.

Her curse CAN be broken, but you must know her real name. It must be uttered by a witch by doing a blood offering with a newborn.

For the record, people through periods share stories and whatnot and the tale of Gello and Abyzou lived on from one empire to another until more similar demons showed up and it all got written down. For humans, this is ONE demon with a different name depending on which country they were spotted but in reality, they are individuals. The demons just didn't care, and let the mortals do as they please, they found it entertaining to watch humans think they put two-and-two together.

That's all the beans I can spill for today!

𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖐 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖕𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖇𝖞~❤️

[doctor-radius]

at long last i drew an actual cinder lich! since i made them months back their lore has changed quite a bit, they are now a rare biproduct of misusing magic, as is stated in the lower drawing the use of candle magic generates heat proportional to the spell being cast and if one is not careful he will Violently burn from within leaving only an ashen husk, they will occasionally however survive this which usually Causes them to spiral into madness as the candle song becomes louder and more distorted to their ears causing a Voracious hunger that can only be quenched by feasting upon other Lucerna!

[lesserkey]

Does Famine still act like a farm animal in the Lucerna-verse?

So lemme actually copy paste famine’s full lore now!!

The horseman of Famine. He pretends to be the envoy or “mouth of famine” to avoid drawing attention to himself. He is a rather lazy being but the devastation he brings is great. As he walks, he can corrupt the soil when he deems so. His aura causes domestic livestock to follow after him, simply leading sources of food away.

He acts as a beast for he sees himself as a beast. An amalgamation of creatures devoured and lost. Perhaps it’s their own anger that sought out revenge against humanity.

In the end, he would gladly devour sacrifices offered to him.

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he follows after the Maiden of Light, Lucerna. While she is the bounty of harvest he is the devastation. He finds her amusing, explaining that no matter what, death will always follow after her as is her curse. He knows of her true nature and the fragment of the being she is but never utters the name. For now, he finds himself drawn to the warm candlelight presence she bears.

Of course, he would devour those that disrespect the fair maiden as well.

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So yes, yes he does.

[rawribsandbloodybones]

𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕒𝕟, 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕘𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕗𝕖𝕝𝕪.

The smell of fresh wind hits your face as you stumble across the cliffs of Vihar, a sea of dying and false stars sits above your head. As the distant smell of rain-soaked spiderlillies makes it appearance. Below the rim of the cliff, on the water, you can see the silhouette of the city, faint against the sky. The moon only illuminating your path.

You should've never have come here traveler, this place was never made for you, nor will it ever be.

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Set in an semi-alternated version of Teyvat. Lucerna is a complex mixture of science-fiction and urban fantasy with underlying geopolitical and psychological-nautical horror themes. Operating on a a simple, easy-to-follow system, we offer a functional GM-System, friendly staff, simple but deep lore, and rich world-building. Its element system doesn't differ all too much from Hoyoverse's games system, but with slight alterations as well as its added own elements.

A world of chaos, espionage, and horrors in the deep. Lucerna is a world where nothing is as it seems to be, and at any moment, the unexpected will come.

Currently, we also have powerful positions in universe available (as well as three nations open to make your own world!) as well GM applications.

GM APPLICATIONS OPEN: 11/18

WHAT WE OFFER:

🌠-Friendly staff

🌠-Events, both in roleplay and out of roleplay.

🌠-Worldbuilding with plenty of room to tell your own stories.

🌠-Partnerships!

🌠-Configurable options!

🌠-Art channels, writing channels!

🌠-Free art of approved characters!

🌠-And so, so much more!

[manicali]

WOW THAT IS SO COOL!!!!

The entire lore sounds like something straight out of mythology, it’s super creative! I love the idea of Lucernas just as a whole, the entire thing around that is AWESOME!!!

PURE SOUL / UNTITLED FAIRYTALE PROJECT LOREDUMP

Back at it again: obligatory this is really long warning.

TW: Cannibalism

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This will only cover the magic system, plot set up, and history (for now) and we'll talk about the characters sometime later!

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History

A long long time ago there was a person called "Lucernas" who travelled the world helping others and seeking knowledge. Lucernas ascended to godhood through the virtues they obtained, and became the God of Light and Color. One of Lucernas' faithful disciples, Peiffer, who held Lucernas' virtute of "Empathy", saught to give everyone power and eternal life. The problem with Peiffer's method is that is required people to eat the souls and bodies of their fellow humans: turning them into cannibalistic creature called "Kerei". The consumption of Lucernas' magic via the souls of others made them stronger, however such a dastardly act could never be allowed nor forgiven. Peiffer using their bolstered powers faught against Lucernas and their seven remaining disciples, and the conflict only ended when the seven disciples sacrificed their souls alongside Lucernas' in order to imprison Peiffer.

Although Peiffer was sealed away, humans had already begun to corrupt their souls by eating the bodies and souls of other humans.

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Kerei + Bez

Over the years Kerei began to evolve into two distinct types: those who ate souls, and those who ate bodies. If a Kerei does not eat human souls/bodies they will become weaker and have to eat more, but they CAN survive eating animal meat and souls.

Kerei have "Kerei Traits" aka things that distinctualize them from humans:

Always:

Horns

Tail

Black Sclera

Sometimes:

Pupil Shape Weirdness

Skin Weirdness/Markings

Kereis can become much more animalistic to the point of losing all sentience if they don't properly eat or interact with others.

If a Kerei eats 99 human souls and 1 Wizard soul they will become a Bez: a much more powerful and dangerous Kerei. Bezes do not risk losing sentience, nor can they be easily killed. There is a Bez High Council that militarizes other Kerei and Bez and focuses on the revival of Peiffer, but we'll talk about them later.

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Wizards, Soul Shells, And Auras

To comabat the threat of Kerei humans begun to train to defend themselves. From this was born "Wizards". However the souls of Wizards were not safe: making it difficult to fight against Kerei. This started the concept of "Soul Shells": special objects that contained the Souls of Wizards and were hidden as to defend against Kerei. In order to once again strengthen their chances of defeating Kerei, Wizards began to harness their Auras.

A person's Aura is effectively a special ability or special type of magic hidden in their Soul (An Aura could be something like "Fire Control" or "Super Speed", for example.). Everyone has an Aura, but only Wizards and Witches can harness them effectively. (*Witches are not the female counterparts to Wizards, they are something else entirely that won't be talked about here). Auras can be used at will to aid in combat or other situations, but some Auras take physical tolls on the body or mind.

Wizards began the process of training new Wizards utilizing Academies: the most impressive of which being "Grimmbook Academy" (where the story takes place).

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Fusion

Wizards can fuse. Like actually merge bodies and minds like they do in Steven Universe. But it's a bit different so we'll talk about it:

The effectiveness and most things about the Fusion are dictated by three relationship categories:

Affection (how much do the people fusing like eachother?)

Trust (how much do the people fusing trust eachother with important things and trust being around them?)

Respect (how much do the people fusing respect eachother's principles, lifestyle, and character in general?)

Each Fusing participant has a chart and meter showing off these categories of feelings towards the other person.

EX:

The bar at the bottom shows who has more influence over the fusion: who has more influence is subject to change while they're fused.

The higher the stats, the more cohesive the Fusion is: a Fusion with low stats will look very contrasting to itself, while a Fusion with high stats will blend perfectly with itself.

When two people fuse they become an entirely seperate and different person with their own thoughts, feelings, and memories. When two people fuse, they effectively cease to exist until they unfuse.

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Lucernas, Pure Souls, And The Disciple Souls

Although Lucernas was never "truly" a god, they still possessed immense power and magic beyond anyone else and were worshipped as such. Lucernas' Soul possessed the unique ability to purify Kerei's Souls (aka kill them when amplified, and weaken them in a passsive state). A Prophecy was made that Lucernas would reincarnate around the time Peiffer would return, this person would be the "Pure Soul" tasked with defeating Peiffer once and for all. The longer Lucernas' Soul sat dormant, the more power it would accumulate.

The Pure Soul would also have to collect all of the Disciple Souls to gain their powers and to strengthen their Soul. The Disciple Souls are scattered throughout the world entrapped within sacred objects. Their weakened abilities can be used by anyone, but only the Pure Soul can bring them to their full potentials.

Red Disciple Soul: Possess Lucernas' Volition, grants the power to enhance the Auras of those around them

Orange Disciple Soul: Possess Lucernas' Creativity, grants the power to go into others' minds

Yellow Disciple Soul: Possess Lucernas' Humility, grants the power to weaken others' Auras

Green Disciple Soul: Possess Lucernas' Knowledge, grants the power to have any question answered

Blue Disciple Soul: Possess Lucernas' Charity, grants the power to grant wishes

Purple Disciple Soul: Possess Lucernas' Curiousity, grants the power to find anything or anyone

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Anyways that's about it for now! I'll talk about the characters and plot some other time, but thank you for reading! It's nowhere near done or polished, but I'll try my best to not abandon it this time!

[rayveewrites]

Guess who's arted four more of her flight reps! These are Elasmotherium, Tempestas, Lucerna and Caligo, my reps for Ice, Lightning, Light and Shadow respectively.

Elasmotherium was previously a Gaoler, but was turned into a Pearlcatcher so I could dress him up for an unknown reason by an unknown force. He's a warrior, and very proud of this fact, but he's also fantastically stubborn and took far longer than necessary to learn to fly and fight in new ways.

Tempestas is a natural primal! She was a lucky hatch from one of @pyroweasel's nests, and has since had her gender trans'd in-lore, though not via silhouette scroll (I like her skin too much drgfhgjk, she looks so off without the gold fur).

Lucerna is quite frail physically, but she's a helpful, gentle soul who still finds ways to help the Clan. She's essentially the Clan's treasurer- she monitors costs for various items, keeps an eye on the Auction House, and then gets confused when she discovers there's been an unauthorized purchase for Breed Change: Bee, but she can't find it in the hoard or vault and it's not been used on any of her clanmates?

Caligo may be subject to a breed change later on because three of my flight reps are male-pose skydancers and it honestly doesn't have the greatest aesthetic effect. Her backstory is essentially that he got lost, wandered around the Tangled Wood for a while, stumbled out into the Scarred Wasteland, met a plaugeborn named Jhortanas, wandered around with him for a while, got found in the Starwood Strand, and now spends most of her free time at the fairgrounds earing sweet sweet pixel dragon money.

[your-turn-to-role]

Hokay, so, im running a homebrew campaign that i am Very Proud Of, it's an eldritch horror campaign. players went to a library to research their current quarry (plains raptors, bc the hide makes really good leather armour) and also found some books that let me and the system loredump abt some of those eldritch entities. Players had recently thwarted(? >:3c) a plot by a Tharizduni cult so were focusing on it, and we got to tell stories of an ancient deity called Dun'El, that was said to give mortals the imagination and drive to create before it was sundered and chained in the Abyss, and in the protolanguage that became Abyssal (and Celestial and Infernal), it was given the name Tharizdun ("thariz" meaning "what was lost" or "what came before"). I also hinted at another eldritch entity the players are contending with being the other half of Dun'El, seen as a gravitational phenomenon causing the movement of stars in the sky at night; Lucerna, from "lusc Elrna", or "wandering star/light"

I just love being able to loredump to my players ;w;

oh fuck yeah!

god, i'm terrible at deep lore, half the reason im dming a wildenount campaign is so i can focus on the plot and characters and matt can do that for me 😂

but that sounds really cool, and i'm glad you got that moment!

[spooky-osha]

She can’t help but laugh a little bit before taking another sip before offering them a napkin.

Lucerna handles the cup with no discomfort or notice of anything being odd, though . . . maybe it was just Offy’s imagination, but it almost looked like an orange glow in the shape of something flickered around her hand when she touched it.

She goes to take the cups to the sink without noticing it herself.

[@offical-osha knocks on the door to the department.]

Lucerna quickly opens the door, smiling with excitement. H-hi!

[idumean-archive]

below is a comprehensive list of my current verses, with notes & links. not all verses are currently posted. ( i.e. if there is no link, its permanent interaction call hasn’t been posted to the dash yet. ) every verse does have some amount of info typed up properly on my blog. if you’re mobile only, let me know & I’ll shoot you the verse once it hits the dash <3. 

a side note, I’m currently (& very slowly) working my way through all of the books all over again, so all book-only canon verses are currently inactive pending that re-read so I can give them a comprehensive overhaul. 

canon; 

de tenebris ( divergent main verse )

ex sanguis ( divergent book verse ) ( currently inactive pending re-read )

daemonium ( canon book verse ) ( currently inactive pending re-read )

inversus ( show compliant:  the world inverted )

iuventus ( young!Jonathan, pan-canon ) (sub-verse)

alternis ( any verse featuring luke baines or lucky blue smith as the fc )

canon variants; ( all are variants of his main verse unless otherwise specified )

gehenna ( pre-show variant: prince of edom )

maiestas ( book variant: thule ) ( currently inactive pending re-read )

praecantatio ( warlock abilities )

harmonixer ( demon fusion/eidolon-like abilities )

exutus ( stripped of his runes / show finale variant )

nephilim ( raised within the Clave )

sed lex dura lex ( head of the institute ) (variant of nephilim verse)

mundane ( raised as a mundane )

angelus ( angel-blooded )

fandom verses; (open to all, but based on specific fandom lore)

via infinito ( final fantasy x verse ) ( summoner )

eternal calm ( final fantasy x-2 verse )

magisterium ( final fantasy xii verse )

exspiravit ( haunting of hill house ) ( cross-compatible with supernatural & american horror story s1 )

praestolatio ( terra nova )

nautilus ( aquaman / DCEU ) 

clover ( CLAMP’s Clover ) ( compatible with general CLAMP universe )

jaeger ( pacific rim )

incantatio ( hogwarts professor ) ( can be plotted for pre-verse canon as well )

indominus ( jurassic world ) 

asshai-by-the-shadow ( a song of ice & fire )

quantico ( criminal minds / bau ) 

fucusya ( the witcher )

general alternate universe

discipulus ( college au )

protego ( bodyguard au )

archimágeiras ( professional chef au )

decoro ( make up artist au )

chaîne ( ballet au )

hedonist ( rockstar au ) 

daemon ( witch’s familiar au )

onomasia ( a/b/o/ dynamics au )

corrupted fairytale & mythology based verses

agesilaos ( hades/death )

pherein phonon ( corrupted persephone )

lucerna ( black flame candle ) ( loosely based on hocus pocus lore )

bestia ( beauty & the beast fusion )

briar rose ( sleeping beauty fusion )

oceanus ( little mermaid )

obscurus ( swan lake / wing au )

[doctor-radius]

Various exorcists and lucerna of the second coven! ive been so preoccupied with massive lore pieces and plots that ive forgotten how fun it is to just draw random little fellas!

[sanguinesacrament]

Indulging in some fun but minor headcanons--about Clara Lucerna, I like to imagine the tunnels they implemented, though informed by lore on ancient angel cities, was only a kind of mimicry of what they heard. They assumed they must be for storage, or safekeeping, maybe, or sewer/sanitation functions, or some sort of secondary foot traffic and getting around. They really didn’t know what the angels were using them for and made a best guess. 

I will tell you. That is not what the angels were using them for. But like any historic guess work, modern people have to fill in the gaps when recreating historic structures, but often lack contemporary context to make accurate recreations whether they know it or not.

[lunar-lattice]

 got a spike of inspiration and redid my map of my book world! colors dont correlate with climates, i just did them loosely

Lore under the cut!

Saturnia: The largest island, and considering the only continent, of Cosmotalia. It’s host to a wide variety of climates, peoples and cultures and is the main location of my books.

Unwanted Isle: A small island off the northern coast of Saturnia, it is host to a large amount of spatial, temporal and magical anomalies making it so no one lives there permanently.

Galaxy Archipelago: A large archipelago of tiny islands east of Saturnia, it’s said to be the kind of place you go when you need to disappear.

The Lost Isle: A island with a large, crumbling castle on it with an unknown origin. As a result, no one dares explore it out of fear of why that may be.

Pheona: A large cluster of tall islands with sheer cliffs off the west coast of Saturnia. As a result, the inhabitants use a wide variety of methods of flight and other ways to traverse the cliffs. They enjoy a trading agreement with west Saturnia.

Brink: A harsh cold island dominated by cliffs and cold climates. While some live on the surface, they are ignorant to a whole other society that lives in the caves and tunnels under the surface.

Heathbed: A string of forested, mountained islands to the north, it is host to many small lakes and rivers that wind through the mountains. Many who live there are very spiritual and as a result, some travel there to “find themselves”.

Lucerna: Known as “The Island of Light”, there is a vast amount of cities, towns and communities here. The inhabitants enjoy an advanced knowledge of technology due to the ruins of some ancient civilization that once lived there.

Dracana: The birthplace of dragons and still home to many, Dracana is full of mountains, forests and caves. Even dragons who live off-island return as a form of honor to their ancestors.

Pawwni: A relatively isolated island of mountains, forests and lakes. The people who live here enjoy trade with eastern Saturnia.

Satchu: A tropical and volcanic island some say was ripped off Saturnia by the Sentinels due to the erratic god who lived in that land. This is the home of the Island Devils, a subspecies of the Saturn Devils, goat and sheep-like creatures, who practice weird and dark magic in the service of their corrupted god. Some live on the west side of the island in fear of them. Because the fog that surrounds the island, it is very difficult to enter and leave.

The Song Isles: Individually, Rodun, Cavol, Riaa, Tsoana, and Nymph, this is a string of tropical islands home to many kinds of birds.

Pural: The second largest landmass in Cosmotalia, it is dominated by pine forests and lakes. Some live in isolation in the woods but there is many communities scattered across it.

The Infinite Islands: Individually Infilight and Infinight, not many have visited these secret islands. The only permanent inhabitant is the demigod of the Mind Sentinel Sapphidel, Infi.

Ebonitz: A island that consists of tall mountains that create a basin in the center with an ink-polluted lake. The only settlement lives in treehouses around the lake.

Cazcairn: A harsh island characterized by its desert climate, magical corruption and mysterious ruins. Settlements are far between with stretches of desert between them. Some civilization settled here but disappeared after a magical disaster that, because its proximity, is thought to be the same as what happened to Thauma.

Thauma: An island characterized by its bizarre forests, magical corruption and mysterious ruins. Many who live here live as hermits but there are a few settlements, mostly along the edge of the forests. Some civilization settled here but disappeared after a magical disaster that, because its proximity, is thought to be the same as what happened to Cazcairn.

[ffxivash]

Your Muse’s Backstory Ashliel‘a Vallenya

OOC answers will be Italic Ic answers will be in normal text 1. Where were they born? What is the story behind their birth, if any? Mun: The alpine forests east of Coerthas. His mother Ashliel fled the Raven clan after becoming pregnant. She feared the wrath of the clan and her mother who is still the matron. She secretly was in love with the Clan’s Seer who happened to be a Seeker. Such things were frowned on, especially seeing her birthright was to be the clan’s priestess. Ash : Mismatched eyes look to the interviewer.  “In the northern woods, it was just me and my mother for the first bit of my childhood.”

2. Has their living situation changed from when they were born?

Min: Yes, though after the age of 8, his living situation changed dramatically after his mother died. Becoming a Imperial Conscript, meant his tribal ways had to be purged from him. He also received a formal education.

Ash: White ears fell to the side as his eyes looked to the floor. “Yes.. Living in the Empire, even as a conscript, is a huge change. Before that I was happily living as a savage in the filth of the forest. I didn’t know any better. Now things are at least better then they were in the Empire. Living near family, having friends, and having choices.” There was a pause as he changed how he was sitting in the plush chair, leaning forward some. “The little ones like what I’m allowed to ware, personal freedoms are a big thing, once you realize what it’s like not having them.”

3. What occupations did their parents have when they were born? Did this job influence your muse in any form?

Min: His mother was a huntress, seeing she ran away before getting the blessing from the Raven Totem. That ever burning need to hunt and find stronger prey is what eventually lead to her long painful agonizing death. Ash was there for her as much as the seven year old could be, but he had no real medical knowledge to really help. Tribal remedies could only go so far. Even before he witnessing her death, Ash made some choices. One was to become a pescatarian, the second was to never follow in her footsteps Ash: “My mother was a savage tribal Huntress, it in the end that is why she died. I’m well beyond that, and I’ve no interest in harming animals for food or sport.” There was a clear tone of disdain in his voice, though Ash’s eyes still kept to the floor.

4. Did they have any childhood enemies? Any friends? Enemies that became friends? Mun: When he lived with his mother, it was only them and the woods. After he was found and conscripted, he was isolated and re-educated. Not wanting his savage ways to infect anyone else. When he was in his late teen years, his purpose was exposed to him. That purpose made him very unpopular with in the castrums his handler brought him to.

Ash: “No. it was just me and my mother.” Pausing Ash took a moment to consider as his gaze went to the interviewer once again. “After that, it was just me and my tech. No, I haven’t really made many friends, or rivals.”

5. What sort of religion was practiced in their home? Did religion play a role in their upbringing?

Mun: His mother was in line to become the next clan priestess. The belief in the gods and Menphina especially, as the Moon Mother of all Keeper Miqo'te. It did, but not in a good way. The Empire sees Gods as something the Savages cling to and use to make Eikons. The re-education Ash went through was mentally traumatic, and one of the things that turned good memories he had of his mother into painful lies.   Ash: “Most Eorzans believe in the gods, my mother was no different.” Shaking his head with a small smirk, like Ash was talking about how the Easter bunny is just a made up to sell chocolate. “I no longer believe in them.”

6. How many siblings did they have? What was their relationship like? Were they an only child who wished for siblings?

Mun: None, it was hard to write such a backstory for one Muse. I was not about to put a second through this tragic backstory.

Ash: “I was an only child. I personally never really thought about siblings, I suppose I didn’t have any other children around to even know it was a thing.” Ash shrugged, “By the time my mother died, we never really had the talk about chocobo’s and the bees.” 7. What is their fondest memory? Their worst?

Mun: His childhood has some wonderful memories, not all of them were corrupted or destroyed by the Empire. The best memory he has, not including recent events, is trying to teach his mother how to fish. 

As for worse, Ash was forced to do things for the Empire that he will never speak about. He has witnessed things that no one should ever see. 

Ash: “After I sworn off meat from animals, I tried to show my Mother how to fish. I was never really taught how, but as a clever child, I fashioned some netting from plant fibers. I didn’t learn there was a tool for that till I was in Eorzea.” Ash’s gaze hardened, and featured darkened as he remembered some of his worst memories. “As for worst, how about I save you the nightmares and keep that to myself. No you don’t have to thank me.”

8. If they could name the worst moment of their life, what would it be? Did this change them as a person or change how they perceived the world, themselves, and others? Mun: Well I would say it would be The Allagan Experimental Weapons Project. Yes, this changed him, the events of it and his initial refusal to follow orders. He realized freedom was not something he would ever achieve. He accepted he was a slave, and a monster for his heinous acts. He will not talk about what he did openly, only to those who he believes needs to know.

Ash: “I was sixteen.” Ash’s white ears flicked back seeing the interviewer had to push the topic. “The Empire had plans for me, those plans, made up the worst moment in my life.” Pain showed in his eyes, and regret. “Yes, it changed me, made me a much colder person, numb to the consequences of my actions. Even though I didn’t have a choice, I feel it has somehow...” There was a pause as he looked down. “...corrupted me. I don’t talk about it unless I feel I have no other choice. I know people will start seeing that as who I am.”

9. If they were to make a timeline with their life events, which ones would they list? Which would they leave out?

Mun: His first and only hunt, his mother’s injury and eventual death, being found by the Empire, the aforementioned worst moment in his life, the day his Father died, the day he escaped the Empire during an attack on Castrum Abania, Aunt Talrhin summoning a void-sent in to his hideout, going to the Scarlet Bloom Inn, meeting his niece, and meeting Lucerna.

He would leave out much that has to do with the artificial Allagan echo, exactly what was done to him by the Empire, things he did for the Empire, the Re-education process, and his first murder.

Ash: “Timeline of events? You’re writing a book aren't you? My first hunt, My mother’s death, being conscripted, escaping the Empire, arriving at The Scarlet Bloom, and trying to understand what it feels like to be in love.” Shaking his head as Ash rubs one of his temples lightly. “I’d leave out a lot of things, as you’ve figured there are things I don’t really want to remember or talk about.”

10. What was the hardest lesson they had to learn as they got older?

Mun: I’d say the hardest lesson was accepting he was a slave.

Ash: “Accepting my purpose within the Empire.” Ash glanced back at the interviewer. “The Empire had a significant impact on my life.”

11. What occupation did your character want to have growing up? Is this the same as what they wish to be, or are in, now?

Mun: He had a lot of dream of what he wanted to be when he was still with his mother. Fisher, taking care of animals, just being a Keeper and exploring the world. No, he didn’t even know about any sort of Tech, or even his own affinity for magic. Now he wishes to learn all there is to know about Allagan tech, find a way to help people with it. Ash: “Growing up?” Pausing for a moment thinking back. “I just wanted to be a savage just like my mother was. Tech wasn’t even a word in my mother’s language. I truly feel I’m destined to work on Allagan tech, my innate abilities should not be wasted. I plan to use it in some way, hopefully to make someone's life better.”

12. Did they face any kind of bullying or abuse growing up?

Mun: Not till he arrived in the Empire. Now I know some Imperial writers out there may try to brush off the brutality of the Empire. In the game there is plenty of lore bits to paint me a pretty straight up picture of who the Empire is. The extend of the abuse, Ash had to endure in the Empire. Is with in my head the same lines as the Re-education I’ve seen in history books done to people in Germany. Even to some extent in Russia with in the last 50 years. Ash: “Yes...” Leaning to the side as his arm rested on the chair, it was clear that was all he was going to say.

13. Are there any moments of their past they keep secret?

Mun: Yes.

Ash: “Yes.”  Ash then just stared at the interviewer waiting for the next inquiry.

14. Did they live near extended family in the past? How did this shape their environment? Are any of their relatives near their age? What are their feelings towards extended family in general? Mun: No he only had his mother growing up. He has since met his Aunt Talrhin, and he was not impressed. She however has her own story on how she became such a twisted corrupted person. He has recently met his niece, Akyhi Tyme. His feeling on his extended family is tainted by the Empire, however he does want to know more about her. Ash: “I only recently learned that I had an extended family. I have no interest in meeting the Raven clan, my mother saw it fit to run away from them.” This question didn’t seem to bother him like the ones before, he looked much more relaxed. “Akyhi isn’t around my age, she is younger by a decade, and still has a lot of the clan’s savage ways.”

15. Would they rather go back and relive their childhood? Why or why not?

Mun: Yes and no. While he does treasure many of the memories he had with his mother, he knows with the good memories comes the bad ones. Can he change things? Can he bring his knowledge of medicine and save her life? Ash: “No, it’s painful to think about my childhood, even the good times with my Mother. She suffered for three months...” He rolled his eyes and corrected himself. “...I mean Moons.” Feeling the need to explain he lowered his voice some in regret. “I don’t know if I’ll ever will get past the Imperial words for the passing of time.” With that out of the way he went back to the question at hand. “My memories and my feelings of my childhood, have been corrupted by my time with the Empire.”

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☆ 🕯| In her lifetime, she dealt with a whole lot of pain...

Scrapes. Bruises. Sword cuts. Bullet wounds. A burn or three.

But she had endured plenty enough. A good part of that was due to the loyal doctor that was Dr. Rowan himself. He had been stitching up all of her worst hits for as long as he could remember, and that was going back to her pre-teen years. Her gift of healing had been dormant... now, it was used for the benefit of others.

And this was no different.

Her eyes widened in amazement as Hanzo rises again, now taking her upon his shoulder. At this point, Reaper and Lucerna could wait. There were more pressing matters at hand, the man speaking of such as he notes of... there it was again. The war he had spoken of. And war... she had heard of such, time and again. And war often brought death, or so was her memory of such anyway. Conflict had brought her Father to his death.

In the back of her head, a part of her warned, Be ready, Aurelia. This is worse than you think. What you've dealt with, is worse than sky pirates. Grave thieves and marauders are nothing compared to what you have seen so far. Be ready.

Be ready.

She placed her hand upon her own heart as he bowed to her. The closest to a proper curtsey that she could give for the moment. "Pleased t'meet ya, Hanzo" she speaks at last as he gets her to the Infirmary. "I'm Aurelia but -- " -- blast this damnable pain -- " -- y'can call me Riley..." Riley would commit his name to memory, for once she could recover enough, she had a LOT to write in the Lore Elysium, her loyal journal. But right now... first things first... she needed to recover --

Physician... heal thyself?

Oh how she debated that, even now as he places her on one of the gurneys in the Infirmary. But her attention returns to Hanzo as he spoke further. And she... smiled. Despite the pain, she was happy that at the least, he was healed. But now he needed to return to the battlefield, which she understood, even though it broke her heart. Nevertheless she understood. He had explained the reasons, and she wasn't going to stop him... she wasn't that strong right now. Nor could she accompany him either -- not with the back of her shoulders screaming bloody murder in the form of pain.

"I in turn am grateful" she was finally able to speak. "You saved my life... I will ne'er forget this." She suddenly shut her eyes, a slight hiss of pain escaping her... she forced a deep breath, and blinked her eyes open. Her face was now one of worry as she reached to squeeze his hand a moment --

" -- be careful, come back in one piece -- please -- "

Riley [Hanzo Hasashi]

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🔥|| All the faded sensations - the incessant rustle of the fiery leaves, the rippling staccato of his stilled breaths knocking gently against imperceptible expansion of his ribcage and echoic cranium - along with the usual scorching heat of the Netherrealm adhered to his core remain within him, even in such unfathomable oblivion. Even when such vanished sustenance of life threatens to break him, his injury becoming tenacious pricks turning into jabbing icicles, the swallowing and engulfing fire would live within him, ever-burning as the glow of the lanterns made the ink of his collapsed shadows as if he had been oozed out of the onyx night itself.

The unfurled landscape of the night floats with the stars over the edge of his consciousness; dipping and soaring, ascending and descending, tossing and turning, rustling and whispering and blowing at the mercy of the prevailing wind. Hanzo would soar into the darkness, as his undying flame will burn once more when the world sees him through his eyes and sees the unending resilience and rudimental strength. Even in his condemnation and conquering erosion, his luminescence will rise through the ashes and dusts of the world. 

His grasping fingers remain against the sharp edge of his kunai, as if it had been the last black parade of his resistance. It’s as though he’s witnessing a hoard of Oni all over again, as further masquerade of feverish crimson becomes an irrevocable event horizon swallowing him whole. The fire demon awakening in exonerated wrath as spreading embers through his veins cause him to enliven as he would transform the demonic incarnations into disintegrated heaps of flesh and viscera. 

Strained breaths squeeze out from his constricted lungs as his half-open and obfuscated umber penetrates through disheveled locks, plastered haphazardly against his prominent cheeks. His own blood, sweat along with the stifling heat intermingle with his heavy exhaustion as a scalding trail of fresh crimson trails the curve of his chiseled abdomen as nimble fingers finish the threading through the pre-existing perforations of the suture line hidden beneath the valley of pectorals. Gradually, the lightheaded feel of colossal waves wavering through the cranium becomes a gentle rippling motion, as his own voice that stems through the unlucid palpitation becomes much more clarified than being a voice from another realm, almost untranslatable.

His waterfall thoughts continue to daze in haze, as he recalls the impervious sash of the deep, trenchant woods stretching above him, serving his diminishing life as a welcomed entombment. How his jolting demeanor, reflecting his brave, fearless self as of now had gotten him in so much trouble. With the colors of fire-mottled gashes digging deep into his bent and sprawled form as he valiantly fought with so much loss and damage taken, he would often seek comfort beneath the array of sparkling stars and sickle moon, making home out of his inner wars which haunted his sleep - for violence and affliction had made his bed their battlefield, for the dominance of his reverie. 

It’s as if his eyes had taken the form of nimbus clouds, and his body reeks of petrichor; maybe he has returned to dust beneath the stifling heat of his spilled crimson, overflowing through his esophagus, as a series of violent, inadvertent hacks convulse and writhe the entirety of his form. The septic claws of Oni causing him to feel paradoxically full and empty at the same time as the perpetually hardened scowl deepens further with excruciating gape of his wound. It’s as if he’s going through anaphylactic shock.

Through the conduit of their vessels, his erratically beating heart settles, as soon as the faint gleam of energy passes through him and settles there. Even with the absolute uncertainty in his mind, Hanzo feels its divine palliating power; in Riley’s reciprocated gesture of being a Good Samaritan - for them being complete strangers - he feels the heavy clouds lift from his eyes, along with the tumultuous burn of his stomach, which had permanently sealed the stamp of his inevitable death. 

“The - the Fire Gardens,” it’s resplendent in its glory, just as it always has been, as his eyes slip open. Even with his wavy gaze fleetingly searching for its radiance and its meditative quality, Hanzo breathes easier, without the widening maw of his injury pushing him forth the precipice of his abrupt death. “We are still at the Fire Gardens.” He’s delirious beneath the burning hazel glow of the night’s stretch, as the crackling kindle within him lights the incorrigible fire beneath his eyes. 🔥|| 

☆ 🕯| Being the Gravekeeper, and having lost so much, knew how the hell to affect Riley. Never mind the many grave thieves she had executed… she watched humanity of many an age and class die in front of her. Watched as the Great Presence made its entrance to claim back to the Sovereign the souls of many – widows, orphans, children, babies, the elderly, people at the prime of their lives. Felt as it took from her own life: Father. Mother. Uncle Eli.

But how many more? And when was it to come for her? Yet despite it taking from her until all that remained would be her, while she was still alive… if they could be healed, then there was still time. But Riley couldn’t heal broken hearts, which she watched families collapse in grief over… including her own. And who was left for her? Apart from the closest she had to a brother, so far as she knew, she was the last Cranston standing. And she was in no hurry to depart from this mortal coil anytime soon.

The darkness of the sorrow she knew too well, time and again, always threatened to destroy whatever peace she had left. Yet she would turn that chaos into what became her power. That of the StormLight. But she was not willing to let anyone she held dear suffer under her hand – for as the StormLight, while her powers were amplified, so too was her temper. Chaotic neutral. And she needed to keep from going chaotic evil in essence, for fear that – just like the terror she summons – she would turn against the light, and end up causing more harm than good. The only good thing about her being the StormLight, was that she could heal herself. But that never entirely eased her fear of death completely… the only other means of healing herself, was when she was mortally wounded outside of her time frame, and only then was she thrusted back home and healing. But with the Time Lock itself on Locked with no way to get home, she was not sure about taking a chance to heal herself. Mayhaps Heaven and the Fates would, for once, allow her to heal herself without having to shift into the form of StormLight?

One could only imagine how relieved Riley felt as she was able to heal him… storm-blue eyes watched as those of Hanzo… changed. And changed again, as tears welled up in her eyes. She kept breathing, watched for any further signs of life returning to him… yet unable to stop the tears of joy from falling as she watched him breathe far easier… the glow of his eyes returning…

She couldn’t believe it… she was able to heal him…

“Hasashi, sir!!” Riley exclaims in a soft whisper, unable to stop herself from carefully embracing him with her other arm. She was so genuinely happy, she could not stop crying… “I’m so glad you’re alright – I really am!” But, inasmuch as she was happy, the joy gave way to pain as she felt her own wounds. Her upper back. The pain tolerance had only gone so far and in all her wanting to help him, she forgot her own pain. And it hits her – full force – turning her tears of joy into those of pain.

Breathe deep.

“–ah-ahhh – owww–” It escapes in a hiss. She had to keep from swearing… now came the question of whether she could – without having to shift into the form of the StormLight – heal herself…

🔥|| How the force growls, rumbling beneath the imperceptible rise and fall against his sternum. Hanzo resonates indigo beneath the ashen complexion; with his hair turned dark blue beneath the depth of heightening night as the death’s door knocked upon his lungs and heart. A cobalt sky blankets him beneath the cocoon of extinguished embers that has become what used to be the sentry of monolith. Hanzo’s breaths are like thunder and wind, the waves crashing against rock, the sense of tension before the first bolt of lightning, the pressure drop that would garner anyone’s attention as the faded sustenance and vigor defiantly fights the inner turmoil, the familiarity of such oblivion. His muscles had already succumbed to the heavy weight of cessation of mortality setting in. His eyes rolled, gasping for breath as he gradually exhausts himself. Until his intense gleaming umber reducing into the stretching darkness meet his own as he glares even more fiercely. 

There had been nights like this when the winds of ominous death would howl on outside and as he lays quietly on the softness of his unconscious; he would remember the death’s presence beside him while he starts to build his vulnerability towards a state of quasi-tranquility and acceptance. Although he would never admit it vocally, there is a part of him that yearns for it dearly, a part of him that searches for it in the places he has been and all the people he continues to brush upon. Beyond the sea of faces, many would recognize his name and his scents; for his sad, glimmering almond eyes could come instantly alive with ravenousness of a feral beast, the fire demon’s gaze that would consume everything in its wake with the will of the unknowable, with much more intensity, so unbearably capable beneath the frantic reverberations of his fundamental flame. 

With another succession of scathing waves crashing onto the world; relentless, keeping everything submerged without mercy and compassion, Hanzo rises like a Phoenix, with magnified ocean of emotions to transport himself back to the Netherrealm, to extinguish those who dared to bring pandamonium to the Earthrealm once again. Just as every string of words would splutter as the salt water, choking the other as the whorl of his kunai would do the talking, throwing anyone and everyone as if they had been rag dolls, thrown and flung in every direction with seemingly no resistance as he would rip apart limb by limb, with shrieking screams lost beneath the ever-expanding tides of his wrath! 

The inertia of his state of being striking such familiarity of chaos as he glimpses in that instant between attentiveness and sempiternal oblivion. Despite his body immediately jolted and collapsed towards the unforgiving ground like a wilting flower, Hanzo’s form remains undying, as if reincarnated as the truth, without any visible imperfections. Even after he had lost so much blood on the swift journey towards sinking descension, the pouring cascade of blood drained from his abdomen, which had left the skin on his face as thin, crumpled and transparent as standard roll of paper immediately saturates with liquid gold and copper, as darkened orbs tinge with colorful clouds with fractured sun. As a piece of moon overhead keeps reminiscing the grief of bliss to balance the whirling vortex of propelling energy, Hanzo’s nimble footsteps carry him with abundance of strength and vigor, without ever grasping the extent of his excruciating pain. 

“I do not recognize you, so you must be from another realm. Since you do not belong to the Shirai Ryu, you may refer me as Hanzo,” as the heavy weight of battle wears around the woman’s shoulders, Hanzo’s careful maneuver hoists her up against his broad shoulders, mindful of her injury as the internal warmth ascends, saturating him with halcyon hues once again as the echoing undertones of his fire hovers him like a dark cloud against the backdrop of the thickening night. “Your good deed will be headed as soon as my duty as the Protector of the Earthrealm is fulfilled, as we are still at war. I cannot linger here any longer knowing I have been fully healed, and I could repeat the eruption of my flame over and over again to extinguish those that threaten my allegiance.” 

It is a perpetuating vow Hanzo has made ever since the spectral friction of his existence remolded into solidified corporeality, as the spectrum of his human experience and his agglomerated heart full of discipline and dedication making up for his vulnerable weaknesses. He bows before her, with his hands drawn, sharp enliven eyes deemed significant honed with all the gamut of his expressiveness. Through the recurring, irrecoverable state of want, as the threading adrenaline still courses through him as if he had been enraptured beneath it, along with the heightened willingness to go back to the perilous realm yet again, the bloodlust hits him like a disease. 

He could see his own pallid reflection as the tenacious strands of nerves would never sever. There’s no wavering, sliding beneath the adamant grasp. He clings onto his soul with a strength born out of etched darkness, violence and necessity. Hanzo had already lived through the polyphony of desolateness and bloodlust, often interchangeable with one another when Scorpion’s ravishing torment became the dark crimson sea of ravenous beast, stinging orange-hot spikes, along with the harp strings for a jaded musician as cackling bonfire erupted like tsunami, reducing everything down to ashes as his opalescent milky eyes burned with white flame. How the sweet river of his gaze fixates upon her as he carries her towards the infirmary, gently easing her down one of the gurneys. “Again, I sincerely express my gratitude towards your compassion. No sweet river of my fire would flow if it weren’t for your generosity. I will pay my due. I want you to rest here and recuperate.” 🔥|| 

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the verses I don’t actually have fully typed up anywhere are; (* denotes partially outlined)

              if anyone is interested in any of the following, come nudge me on discord & I’ll tell you what I have so far for them.

inversus ( show compliant:  the world inverted )

iuventus ( young!Jonathan, pan-canon )

maiestas ( book variant: thule ) ( currently inactive pending re-read )

academia ( shadowhunter academy ) ( currently inactive pending re-read )

jaeger ( pacific rim )

deus expansum ( the expanse ) 

panem ( the hunger games ) ( non-competitor )*

asshai-by-the-shadow ( a song of ice & fire)*

apokálypsi ( resident evil ) ( general post apocalypse compliant )

discipulus ( college au )

protego ( bodyguard au )

archimágeiras ( professional chef au )*

chaîne ( ballet au ) 

quartermaster ( special agent handler au ) ( loosely based on 007 lore & cross-compatible )

agesilaos ( hades/death )

pherein phonon ( corrupted persephone )*

lucerna ( black flame candle ) ( loosely based on hocus pocus lore )

draconis ( dragon half-blood ) 

verses I’m still debating;

biosynthetic, based on Zettai Kareshi/Absolute boyfriend but also possibly a little influence of Chobits/Angelic Layer.