[CS] 𝔹𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔽𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕙 | Character Sheet Storage

[Chiasm]

"Blood Sport"
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彡⁺₊ ⋆☽ NAME
➠ Valéry "Val" Desrosiers
vah•leh•REE | duh•ROHZ•ee•aye
Valéry : Derived from the Latin word valere, meaning "to be strong" or "to be healthy". His mother chose it, hoping he would grow up strong enough to survive this world.
Desrosiers : Of the rose bushes.
彡⁺₊ ⋆☽ BIRTH
➠ 03/14 || 26
Place of Birth : Belhaven (fictional city)
Heritage : French

彡⁺₊ ⋆☽ GENDER/SEXUALITY
➠ Cis-male (he/him/his) || Omega || Homosexual

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BODY HEART SOUL ☽⋆ ₊⁺彡
"I kept my head down and bit my tongue until I tasted love..." ─ Source​

〘 Height: 5 feet and 4 inches
〘 Build: Lithe, petite, kind of leggy, flared hips, slim waist
〘 Complexion: Pale — ashen, ivory, vanilla
〘 Hair: Naturally dark brown, but dyes it pink (his favorite color; dying his hair helps him feel more in control of himself); parted in the middle (curtain bangs), longer in the back than it is in the front.
〘 Eyes: Roundish-almond, catlike; blue — ocean, sapphire, sea-glass
〘 Distinguishing Features:

• Three small, flat moles — one behind his left ear, one to the right on his lower back, and the last right below his sternum, off-center and to the right.

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〘 Traits: Empathetic, resilient, self-reliant, gentle, honest (in his own way), soft-spoken, introverted, cynical, intuitive, avoidant, self-loathing, fatalistic/pessimistic, secretive, distrustful.

〘 Likes:

• Old love songs - French ballads his mother used to hum, though they make his chest ache with bittersweet nostalgia.
• Hot, milky tea - especially jasmine or nilgiri.
• Late night walks - when the streets are empty and quiet, letting him feel invisible and free.
• Fresh pastries - the scent, the warmth, the reminder of cafés he used to pass while running errands with his mother as a child.
• Sleeping in sunlight - curling up like a cat in a sliver of light that sneaks through cracked blinds.
• The feeling of being unnoticed - safe in anonymity, unremarkable, just another body passing by.
• Cats - especially strays. He would often slip food to alley cats behind the restaurants he used to work at.
• Quiet kindness - small gestures like a coworker making him coffee or a stranger holding a door.

〘 Dislikes:

• Strong cologne and aftershave - the chemical burn in his nose.
• Being watched - it makes his stomach twist and his pulse spike with raw, primal terror.
• Having nothing to do - idleness gives space for intrusive thoughts and memories to sneak in.
• Supermarket rotisserie chicken - his father used to buy it to "make up" for cruel words, and the scent makes his stomach turn.
• His father's voice - just the memory of its low, rough timbre evokes disgust and bone-deep resentment.
• Loud voices - shouting, yelling, even celebratory noise spikes his anxiety unbearably.
• People who pity him - he would rather be hated or ignored than pitied.
• Bitter tastes - alcohol, coffee, citrus fruits.

〘 Habits: Bounces his knee when sitting; hums softly under his breath while doing repetitive tasks or cooking; keeps small mementos; avoids eye contact when spoken to harshly; checks over his shoulder constantly when out in public; short, clipped sentences when upset or defensive.

Personal Background
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〘 Beta Father: Isaac Desrosiers
〘 Omega Mother: Élodie Moreau-Desrosiers

Valéry was born to Élodie Moreau, a gentle Omega woman who had emigrated at nineteen from Brittany, France to Belhaven on a live-in maid contract to escape the grief of losing her first child. The recruitment agency had promised her decent wages, a place to sleep, and a fresh start. She took it on the contingency that she would save enough money to return home and start a tailoring business of her own. But Belhaven was brutal.

From there, Élodie met Isaac Desrosiers, a sharp-eyed Beta driver who delivered groceries to her employer. He offered her cigarettes on the stoop, told her she was pretty, promised her warmth and freedom. And she believed him. By the time he had moved her into his cramped flat in the southern district, her work visa had expired, and about a year later, Valéry was born.

After six years of Isaac's layoffs, escalating alcoholism and drug abuse, and violent mood swings, Élodie left him and left Valéry behind- her reasons are unknown. Some say she fled to avoid deportation after an ICE raid in their district. Others say she found an Alpha to take her in. Val might never know the truth. Though his memories of her are limited, the only bad memory he has of her is of the day she left.

Isaac's bitterness grew with each passing year. He drank away grocery money and screamed about bills Valéry could never pay. At fifteen, he ran away from home while his father was passed out drunk and caught the first bus to Marllinet Bay (fictional town). He lived there for about three months, sleeping under boardwalks and sharing scraps of his own scavenged food with the stray cats until he was found by the police.

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[Chiasm]

"Kamikaze Playboy"
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彡⁺₊ ⋆☽ NAME
➠ Mira Valen
MEE•rah | VAY•len
Mira : In Latin "wonder" or "admirable"
Valen : "Strong" "healthy" or "powerful"
彡⁺₊ ⋆☽ BIRTH
➠ 12/26 || 28
Place of Birth : Astryx Heights (fictional city- name subject to change), the Mid-Sectors

彡⁺₊ ⋆☽ GENDER/SEXUALITY
➠ Cis woman (she/her/hers) || Heterosexual

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BODY HEART SOUL ☽⋆ ₊⁺彡
"It makes me scream, the way I want you..." ─ Source​

〘 Height: 5 feet and 1 inch
〘 Build: Petite with soft feminine curves, kind of busty for her stature, delicately framed but subtly toned from moving around labs and maintenance spaces frequently.
〘 Complexion: Pale — ashen, alabaster, ivory
〘 Hair: Bone-white; parted in the middle (curtain bang moment), reaches about midway between her shoulder blades and lower back.
〘 Distinguishing Features:

• Cybernetic left leg - a full prosthetic that extends up to her hip and integrates seamlessly with her pelvis depending on whether or not she's putting her full weight on it.
• Scars - faint surgical scars along the hip where her prosthetic socket is located; small, faded burn scar on her right wrist from a soldering accident in her student days.

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〘 Traits: Highly intelligent, analytical, perfectionist ("detail-oriented"), emotionally guarded, emotionally repressed, compartmentalizer, lonely, guilty conscious, sharp-tongued, sarcastic, defensive, sexually repressed, disdainful of authority, quietly rebellious

〘 Likes:

• Strong black coffee - especially cheap vending machine brews- bitter keeps her awake
• Late-night labs - quiet hours when no one's around
• Thunderstorms
• Clean data sets - order and clarity soothe her scattered mind
• Dark ambient and glitch electronica - slow, pulsing soundscapes with fragmented beats that help her focus in the lab
• Neon reflections on rain-slick steel
• Tactile sensations - warm ceramic mugs, brushed steel countertops, cool glass vials
• Dark, dry humor

〘 Dislikes:

• Coporate yes-men - she's learned to be disgusted by blind loyalty
• Being underestimated
• Crowded elevators
• Overly sweet food or drinks - triggers nausea
• People touching her prosthetic leg without permission - whether it's attached to her or not
• Being called 'sweetheart' or other patronizing nicknames - immediate spike of irritation
• Wet socks - sensory nightmare for her
• When people read over her shoulder
• Idle small talk - she finds it shallow and tiring

〘 Habits: Traces old surgical scars on her hip or the burn scar on her wrist when thinking; leaves half-finished drinks around her workspace (or just around in general); skims files too quickly and often has to reread; adjusts her sleeves repeatedly; sleeps curled into herself; stays up far too late; pinches her brows together when stressed.

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[Chiasm]

"Mi Amor, Mi Vampira"
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彡⁺₊ ⋆☽ NAME
➠ Ophelia "Effie" St. Clair
oh•FEE•lee•uh
Ophelia : meaning "help" or "advantage"
St. Clair : meaning undetermined
彡⁺₊ ⋆☽ BIRTH
➠ 02/16 || 21
Place of Birth : Bellmere Hollow (fictional town)

彡⁺₊ ⋆☽ GENDER/SEXUALITY
➠ Cis woman (she/her/hers) || Bicurious, definitely a closeted lesbian

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BODY HEART SOUL ☽⋆ ₊⁺彡
"Branded, baptized- by your love and by your hunger" ─ Source​

〘 Height: 5 feet
〘 Build: Undeniably feminine, soft hourglass shape, full bust, round hips
〘 Complexion: Fair, soft, creamy
〘 Hair: Pale golden blonde - honey, wheat; parted to the left, reaches her shoulder blades and usually worn down.
〘 Eyes: Roundish-almond; warm light amber, trapped sunlight behind misted glass; full, dark eyelashes

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〘 Traits: Gentle, submissive by nature, repressed desire, self-effacing, romantic, yearning, emotionally perceptive, fearful (though brave within it), easily overwhelmed, dutiful, forgiving to a fault, resigned, introverted, adaptable, devoted

〘 Likes:

• Simple, comforting meals - like honeyed porridge, fresh bread with butter
• Quiet mornings - birdsong and gentle, filtered sunlight
• Reading aloud to herself in secret - even if she stumbles over words (this is after she learns to read)
• Warm baths - with herbal scents such as lavender and chamomile
• Sweet fruits - like figs, pears, and grapes
• Hymns and lullabies
• Stories of angels or gentle gods who protect the innocent
• Gentle touch - especially hair stroking or someone combing her hair
• Flowers - especially pale blooms like lilies, peonies, and bellflowers
• Relaxing in the garden
• Watching candle flames flicker in darkened rooms

〘 Dislikes:

• Being forced to make decisions without guidance
• Her own arousal - it feels sinful and shameful
• Long silences filled with unspoken tension - it makes her nervous
• Harsh lighting - or direct sunlight in her eyes
• Being scolded or reprimanded - even gently
• Seeing animals harmed or caged
• Feeling burdensome to others
• Overly rich, greasy foods - they upset her stomach
• Loud, sudden noises - raised voices, dropped objects

〘 Habits: Twists her hair around her fingers absentmindedly, sighs softly when relieved (often unaware she does it), tilts her head downward when listening, clasps her hands in her lap, fidgets with the hem of her skirts or sleeves when uncomfortable, traces patterns over whatever she's touching for prolonged amounts of time (especially some part of Rowan while feeding), holds her breath briefly before speaking difficult truths.

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[Chiasm]

[ RESERVED FOR SERENA VARGAS ]

 

[Chiasm]

"Silver & Cold"
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彡⁺₊ ⋆☽ NAME
➠ Circe Melantha
SEER•see | meh•LAN•thuh
Circe : Greek origins, meaning "bird"
Melantha : Derived from the Greek words "melas" (black) and "anthos" (flowers)
彡⁺₊ ⋆☽ BIRTH
➠ 10/23 || ~100-120, stopped aging in her late 20s
Place of Birth : Thalara's Veil, Erelith (vampire stronghold city hidden within the city-state)

彡⁺₊ ⋆☽ GENDER/SEXUALITY
➠ Cis woman (she/her/hers) || Heterosexual

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BODY HEART SOUL ☽⋆ ₊⁺彡
"Careful with that woman..." ─ Source​

〘 Height: 5 feet and 4 inches
〘 Build: Hourglass figure, thin waist from decades of wearing corsets, busty, full, round hips.
〘 Complexion: Pale with cool undertones — porcelain, alabaster, ivory
〘 Hair: Ink black, ebony; parted to the right, reaches her lower back. Typically wears it down, but on occasion she'll loosely braid it or have it pulled into a high bun.
〘 Eyes: Roundish, down-turned (sleepy, dreamy); irises are a pale silver but they glow pink or red depending on how hungry or aroused she is.
〘 Distinguishing Features:

• Faint, silvery scars on her wrists and ankles from silver chains and restraints from her past.
• Branded mark hidden high on her left inner thigh from her concubine days, usually only seen by the Captain.

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Every Day Attire (on the ship or in town on land)

• Silken wrap dresses & slit skirts
  • High slits for easy movement
  • Often backless or off-shoulder
  • Dark jewel tones (blood red, deep purple, black)
• Leather corset belts & blouses
  • Cinches her waist and offers minimal protection
  • Accentuates her curves without restricting movement
  • Sheer, flowing poet blouses (black or crimson chiffon)
  • Off-shoulder Bardot blouses (black or white cotton-silk blend)
• Soft linen combat pants
  • Black or dark-charcoal washed linen
  • Slim, straight-legged
  • Reinforced knees with black leather patches
• Flowing peasant skirts
  • Ankle-length, made from black cotton
  • For easy, relaxed nights
• Typically barefoot
• Simple, flat sandals
  • Supple black leather
  • For use on rougher parts of the deck
• Heeled combat boots
  • Sturdy black leather with a steel-reinforced heel
  • For use when the ship is docked, occasionally used during combat

Combat

• Dark leather harnesses
  • Crosses her chest and shoulders
• Sleeveless tunics
  • Allows freedom of her arms for quick strikes or grappling enemies
  • Typically black or midnight blue
• Arm guards & fingerless gloves
  • Black leather or enchanted materials resistant to minor magical attacks
• High waisted leather pants
  • Supple, matte black or deep brown leather
  • Skin-tight
  • Hidden side pockets for small blades
• Split riding trousers
  • Sturdy yet flexible black cotton blend with leather reinforcement along the inner thigh
• Soft leather combat boots
  • Matte black leather with reinforced soles for grip on wet decks
  • Front lacing with discreet side zipper for quick removal
  • Hidden dagger sheath sewn into the inner side of each boot

Sleepwear/Private Chambers

• Silky black or white slip dresses
  • Barely there, clinging to her curves, often slipping off her shoulders when she sleeps
• Sheer robes
  • Chiffon, floor-length. One is a brighter pink-red, the sleeves and bottom hem lined with red dyed fur; the other a more muted red lined with deep red flowers
• Nude (preferred)
  • Circe enjoys sleeping unclothed, draped in soft furs and sheets, especially when the Captain is in bed with her

Accessories

• Hair adornments: silver combs, beaded chains
• Waist chains: delicate silver or black metal with moonstone accents
• Finger armor rings: pointed claw-like rings for aesthetic intimidation and close combat
• Dagger holsters: strapped to her thigh or lower back
• Collar or choker: Lined with silver accents, given to her by the Captain for aesthetic and symbolic ownership (can be changed or omitted due to preference)

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〘 Traits: Defiant, sensual, proud, cunning, vindictive, possessive, soft-hearted beneath her layers, selectively loyal, playful, fearful of abandonment, strategic, addictive personality, haunted, observant, intuitive, might be just a little bit manipulative, kind of a diva.

〘 Likes:

• The taste of her Captain's blood - rich, potent, addictive beyond any other blood she's tasted
• Stormy nights at sea - the smell of salt, rain, and ozone awakens her primal instincts and brings her a sense of freedom
• Music played softly - especially old string instruments or low chanting, even extends to the distant sound of work songs and sea shanties beyond the walls of the Captain's quarters
• Fine silks and velvet - luxurious fabrics against her skin remind her of her courtesan days before she was sold to mortal nobles
• Dark poetry - she finds beauty in tragic verses
• Warm baths - she enjoys soaking in heated water, often tinted pink after feeding
• Night blooming flowers - particularly moonflowers or night jasmine, whose scents are strongest under darkness
• Moonlight on the sea - how the water glows silver-black, mirroring her own cold beauty
• Her Captain's voice when he's angry - low, dangerous, and possessive; it ignites her in ways she never admits aloud
• Sleeping close to warm bodies - she runs cold and instinctively curls up against heat sources, especially the Captain
• Being groomed or tended to - having her hair brushed, wounds cleaned, or jewelry fastened by someone else soothes her, reminding her of her days as a courtesan of vampiric nobility- before it all turned to chains

〘 Dislikes:

• Werewolves - their animalistic stench, crude nature, and natural enmity with vampires disgust her
• Direct sunlight - the burning weakness it causes feels humiliating
• Weak, fearful mortals - their trembling submission bores and irritates her unless she's in a cruel mood
• The smell of rotting flesh - a scent she associates with the brig and punishment
• Humid heat - it makes her feel sluggish and sticky
• Cheap perfumes - overpowering floral or sweet scents are overwhelming to her sensitive senses
• The taste of animal blood - revolting and empty, it leaves her feeling weak and nauseated
• Being forced to feed publicly - she finds it humiliating when her most intimate act becomes a spectacle
• Disorder in her space - she keeps her belongings and clothing arranged meticulously; chaos irritates her
• Being overlooked or ignored in strategy - though she is treated as a weapon, she bristles when not consulted or utilized

〘 Habits: Runs her tongue over her fangs when aroused or deep in thought; tilts her head like a cat when curious or confused; steals collects small trinkets and hoards them in a box under the Captain's bed; stares at the moon or sea when anxious; hums ancient melodies from Erelith when alone; sniffs the air discreetly; breathes shallowly around the crew (especially the werewolf); traces the Captain's bite marks on her body to self-soothe.

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• Born into House Melantha to the coven's leader, a minor yet influential vampiric house known for their mastery of seduction arts and producing powerful women trained to be used as courtesans, spies, and assassins. From her youth, Circe was groomed to serve as both an asset and a weapon for her house:
  • Court Courtesan Training: etiquette, sensual arts, manipulation of noble desires
  • Assassination & Poison Craft: silent kills, toxin brewing, emotional dismantling
• By her early 50s, she had risen to become one of Thalara's Veil's most desired courtesans and feared assassins, known for:
  • Her hypnotic presence and haunting beauty that entranced mortals and immortals alike
  • Entertaining high-ranking lords with sensual companionship
  • Acting as an assassin when required, eliminating threats or rival nobles with precision after seducing them
• The elders within her coven grew fearful of her influence. Rumors whispered that she was plotting to overthrow the ruling Blood Matron (which she was not, though she toyed with the idea). To silence and erase her, they:
  • Drugged her blood at a ceremonial feast, weakening her
  • Sold her to mortal black-market slavers under false pretenses of exile for crimes against the goddess Nyssara
• She was trafficked to the courts of Neraith and coastal kingdoms, purchased by mortal nobles fascinated by her supernatural allure. To maintain her docility:
  • They kept her constantly drugged with alchemic sedatives, herbs, and vampire-specific poisons
  • Forced her to wear iron collars and silver shackles on her arms and legs
• Circe spent nearly ten years trapped in an opiate-like haze, lucid enough to feel humiliation and grief but too subdued to fight back effectively. The years of sedation stripped away much of what House Melantha had groomed her to be:
  • Her combat reflexes dulled, requiring reconditioning during her first year aboard the Reaver's Wraith
  • Her memory of court etiquette, noble customs, and political intricacies has eroded, with only instincts remaining
  • Traumatic memories of these years only emerge as nightmares, disorienting flashes, or paralyzing emotional floods, undermining her composure at unexpected moments
• Two or three years ago, the Captain of the Reaver's Wraith found her chained and half-lucid in the hold of a noble galleon during a raid. Seeing her worth- both as a supernatural asset and a prize- he offered her a choice:
  1. Be marooned on a sun-scorched island to die slowly
  2. Serve him aboard the Reaver's Wraith, fed and kept under his protection in exchange for her loyalty and obedience
• Circe chose life at his side. Over time, their relationship has become complex:
  • She remains his weapon, prized possession, and sensual confidant
  • He remains her anchor, provider, and possessive keeper, respected yet feared
  • Despite everything, a strange, dark fondness has grown between them, neither fully admitting it out loud.