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RuinKissedRaven

Ink and Ash
Joined
Jun 2, 2025
⟑ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 ππŽπ— ⟑
Where faces change, fates twist, and stories are born...





Welcome, wanderer.
Here lies a curated vault of souls β€” heroes, monsters, lovers, liars.
Some are whispered of in legend. Others haven't been written yet.
Every name here is a story waiting to be told.

"She was not made for gentle handsβ€”
She was made to be worshipped in ruin,
and loved like a war god's last prayer."

Open a box. Unlock a fate.
 
Available - Romance New
❝ Love in the Time of Blades ❞
They told us not to feel. They taught us to kneel. But still… we dared to dream.
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Available Characters
These women live where steel is sharper than mercy, where duty overshadows desireβ€”
but in their silence burns the echo of something forbidden.


Genres: Romance β€’ Drama β€’ Tragedy β€’ Historical Fantasy β€’ Forbidden Love
Themes: Enemies to Lovers β€’ Secret Affairs β€’ Betrayal and Redemption β€’ Noble x Commoner β€’ Warrior x Healer β€’ Arranged Marriage Gone Wrong
Vibe:Think old songs sung behind closed doors, longing stares in the middle of war, kisses that never should have happenedβ€”and the consequences that follow.


Want to write something aching, beautiful, and wrong in all the right ways?
Let love bloom in the ashes. Let your muse suffer sweetly. Pick a name, and we'll build a world.

β†’ PM for plots or custom character pairings


❝ We shouldn't... but we can't help ourselves. ❞


Spoiler - "𝒯𝒽𝑒 π‘…π‘œπ“ˆπ‘’ π‘œπ’» π’±π‘’π“‡π“ˆπ’Άπ’Ύπ“π“π‘’π“ˆ" (π»π’Ύπ“ˆπ“‰π‘œπ“‡π’Ύπ’Έπ’Άπ“ πΉπ‘œπ“‡π’·π’Ύπ’Ήπ’Ήπ‘’π“ƒ π‘…π‘œπ“‚π’Άπ“ƒπ’Έπ‘’)


Γ‰milienne Zala Batiste
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"La Rose Noire de Versailles"
The Black Rose among the lilies of court



BASICS

  • Name: Γ‰milienne Zala Batiste
    Nicknames/Titles: "La Rose Noire de Versailles", Mademoiselle Batiste, Emi / Millie (by close family)
    Age: 20
    Heritage: Saint-Domingue (Haitian Creole & French)
    Status: Daughter of a recently ennobled merchant family

APPEARANCE

  • Skin: Rich brown, luminous and smooth
    Hair: Thick black coils, often styled into elegant updos or worn beneath wide feathered hats
    Eyes: Deep, expressive brown eyes flecked with gold
    Height: 5'5"
    Build: Gracefully slender with natural poise
    Style: Favors rose-pink silks, lace gloves, pearl jewelry, and corsets stitched with Caribbean floral motifs



PERSONALITY

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  • Temperament: Quietly observant, sharp-witted, and effortlessly eloquent
    Mind: Fiercely intelligent; quotes Voltaire, writes poetry, and reads Latin by candlelight
    Heart: A romantic longing to be seen for her soul, not her status
    Struggles: Caught between two worldsβ€”too "foreign" for France, too "refined" for her Caribbean origins
    Virtues: Dignified, graceful, and quietly brave
    Flaws: Bottled emotions, trust issues with the French elite, and internal guilt over loving a privileged man



SKILLS & PASSIONS

  • Music: A gifted pianist who can move nobles to silence
    Fencing: Trained in secretβ€”her rapier wit is not the only sharp thing she wields
    Languages: Fluent in French, Latin, and Creole
    Literature: Keeps a collection of banned pamphlets, revolutionary tracts, and love poems



VALUES & GOALS

  • Respect: Desires to be valued for more than her exoticism or wealth
    Belonging: Dreams of a place where she is not "other"
    Love: Longs for a romance unchained from social constraints
    Loyalty: Torn between her family's sacrifices and her own calling
    Justice: Quietly supports revolutionary idealsβ€”yearning for equality beneath powdered wigs



"They call me a rose... but forget I was born in wild soil."

"The Rose of Versailles"

She is the daughter of a wealthy Black merchant family newly welcomed into French nobilityβ€”an outsider in both skin and status. Raised among gilded halls and whispered judgments, she never expected to fall for the Duke's son, a pale young aristocrat destined for a politically arranged marriage.

Their love blooms in stolen glances and late-night poetry beneath chandeliers. But when rumors swirl and revolution creeps toward the palace gates, they must choose: loyalty to family and legacy, or risking everything for a love the world is not ready to see.

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"She still wears his hat some mornings,
when the wind smells like gunpowder."


Deirdre Callahan
The Widow of the Wind & Dust



Nicknames: Dee, Miss Calla, Red Derry (only used by those who knew her before she buried a husband and grew into silence)
Age: 34
Gender: Female
Height: 5'5"
Build: Lean and wiry β€” a frame molded by ranch work, not vanity. Her strength is earned, not inherited.

Appearance:
β€’ Hair: Thick, wild red curls, often pulled back under a weathered, wide-brimmed hat β€” his hat.
β€’ Eyes: Pale blue β€” sharp, unreadable, always watching.
β€’ Skin: Fair, with a few sun-freckles and calloused hands hardened by dust and reins.
β€’ Clothing: Wears men's shirts tucked into faded trousers, leather boots that have seen better days, and a rifle always within reach.



βΈ» ORIGIN & HERITAGE βΈ»
β€’ Born in County Cork, Ireland, the daughter of a field singer and a bootmaker. She was raised on rebellion songs and funeral prayers.
β€’ Immigrated to the American frontier at 16, fleeing famine, war, and a brother's grave.
β€’ Married Colm Callahan, an Irishman with a crooked smile and a dream of land. They built Callahan Ranch together outside a dusty, divided town.



βΈ» BACKSTORY βΈ»
β€’ Colm was killed in a dispute over water rights and land β€” some say it was bandits, others say it was men with silver stars and clean boots.
β€’ Deirdre buried him herself on the north ridge beneath a sycamore. She hasn't left the ranch since.
β€’ She runs it alone now, with a few loyal hands and a reputation that keeps most trouble away β€” until he shows up.



βΈ» PERSONALITY βΈ»
β€’ Quiet. Guarded. Her silences carry more weight than sermons.
β€’ Not cruel, but not soft either. Her mercy is rare and earned.
β€’ Fiercely independent. Keeps her grief folded inside like a telegram that was never read aloud.
β€’ Protective of the land, the horses, and her dead. She doesn't speak of Colm often, but the way she rides and fights tells you he's still with her.



βΈ» HABITS & QUIRKS βΈ»
β€’ Wears her husband's hat when the wind shifts β€” as if she can smell smoke or death on it.
β€’ Keeps a journal she only writes in at night. Most entries start with "Colm, Iβ€”"
β€’ Hums Irish lullabies while cleaning her rifle.



βΈ» REPUTATION IN TOWN βΈ»
β€’ "The Widow Callahan" β€” spoken with a mix of fear and awe.
β€’ Men say she's cursed. Women say she's grieving. Children whisper that she talks to ghosts.
β€’ Some call her a witch, others a saint β€” no one calls her a fool.



βΈ» RELATIONSHIPS βΈ»
Late Husband: Colm Callahan
β€’ A good man. A dreamer. Killed too young.
β€’ His death is the wound she stopped stitching years ago.

The Runaway (Native Male Protagonist)
β€’ She finds him half-dead near the ridge where Colm is buried.
β€’ Doesn't speak much, like her. Doesn't ask for mercy, but accepts it without pride.
β€’ Slowly, a bond grows between them β€” wordless, wary, and inevitable.
β€’ He may remind her of Colm in the way he watches the sky… or nothing like him at all.



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"They say she's still in mourning β€” but not just for a man.
For a world that promised gentleness and delivered dust."



The Widow Rancher

A tough, independent woman running her late husband's remote cattle ranch in the Arizona Territory. She's in her early 30s, hardened by loss and drought, but sharp-witted, fiercely loyal, and respected by the local menfolkβ€”though rarely accepted as their equal. They whisper behind her back: "She don't need no man. Hell, she's meaner than most of 'em." But the truth is: she's lonely. She lives with a rifle by her bed, wolves in the hills, and debts circling like vultures.



The Runaway Native

A young man in his 20s from a nearby Apache or Comanche tribe, who fled both the reservation and a deadly betrayal among his own. Hunted by white bounty men and mistrusted by his people, he's wounded, exhausted, and angry. He seeks refuge on the widow's landβ€”first in her barn, then in her heart. He knows how to survive in the wilderness, read signs in the dirt, and move like wind. He sees spirits in the fire and ghosts in her eyes.



βΈ» PROMPTS βΈ»

1. First Encounter
She finds him half-dead in her barn after a thunderstorm. He's bleeding from a gunshot wound. Rifle in hand, she demands answers. He doesn't speak English fluently, but his eyes plead for something deeper than mercy.

2. The Bargain
He offers to help her bring in the cattle before the rainsβ€”tracking strays, fixing fences, warding off rustlers. She agrees, warily. But each day, the silence between them grows softer. The land watches. So do the neighbors.



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Evelyn "Evie" Routh

"They taught me silence was a virtue... but silence can be a sin too."



General Information

Full Name: Evelyn Marie Routh
Nicknames:
β€’ Evie – Used by her late mother and those closest to her
β€’ Miss Routh – How she's addressed by staff and townsfolk
β€’ Lynnie – A tender name her father once used when she was a child β€” now unused, a ghost of sweeter days

Age: 19
Race: White
Status: Unmarried; daughter of a Confederate officer
Setting: Mississippi, 1863 – Height of the American Civil War



Appearance

Hair: Deep brunette, thick and soft with natural waves. By day, arranged into modest low buns with mother-of-pearl combs β€” proper, as expected. By night, unbound and wild beneath the trees, brushing down her back in defiance.
Eyes: Hazel β€” a shifting blend of gold, green, and brown. They glow when she's passionate or afraid.
Skin: Porcelain-pale with faint peach tones. The Southern sun kisses her cheeks, never darkens them.
Height: 5'5"
Build: Slender and graceful β€” sculpted by corsets, etiquette, and caution. But alone in the woods, her posture loosens, her steps soften. She becomes herself.



Background

Born into wealth, status, and Southern tradition, Evelyn was raised with lace gloves and quiet expectations. Her father, Colonel Silas Routh, a stern and respected Confederate officer, ruled their home with pride and cruelty. Her late mother gave her gentleness β€” lullabies beneath the magnolia trees and stories by candlelight. But after her passing, that softness vanished.

The house grew cold. Her father grew cruel. And her world narrowed into silence and secrets.

Until one night, wandering through the magnolia grove, Evelyn saw him.

An enslaved man β€” quiet, solemn, reading scripture beneath moonlight. He didn't look at her. He wasn't supposed to. But her eyes lingered.

And her heart stirred.



Personality

β€’ Silent Rebel: She doesn't shout β€” but she refuses to stay blind.
β€’ Emotionally Perceptive: Sensitive to the suffering around her, especially when no one else dares to see it.
β€’ Romantic, Not NaΓ―ve: She dreams of love, but longs even more for truth, freedom, and meaning.
β€’ Fearful, Yet Brave: Her fear is real β€” but so is her courage. Her defiance is in the choices she makes, not in loud declarations.



Beliefs & Inner Conflict

Evelyn was raised to see him β€” the man beneath the magnolia tree β€” as less than.
He was raised never to meet her gaze.
But something sacred flickers in those quiet moments between them.

He reads the Bible in secret.
She sneaks out just to hear him speak.


She knows what will happen if her father finds out.
She knows what society would do to both of them.
But what she doesn't yet know… is who she's becoming.

"If he is just a man... then what does that make us, who hold him in chains?"

Now she must choose:
Loyalty or justice.
Safety or love.
The cage she was born in… or the dangerous unknown of freedom.




Themes & Symbolism

β€’ The Magnolia Grove: A sanctuary of memory and rebellion β€” where her mother once sang, and where truth now blooms.
β€’ Her Hair: Restrained in daylight, flowing free at night β€” a symbol of the dual lives she leads.
β€’ The Bible: A forbidden bridge between them β€” the only shared voice that speaks of equality in their divided world.
β€’ The War: Waged both beyond the fields and within her soul β€” between the life she was born into and the conscience she can no longer silence.



Setting & Pairing

Setting: Mississippi, 1863 – the Deep South during the American Civil War. The world is burning. Union troops draw near. Whispers of emancipation swell with the summer heat.

Pairing: A white Confederate officer's daughter Γ— an enslaved Black man β€” both bound by different chains, both seeking the same truth.



"Beneath the Magnolia Tree"
A story of forbidden love, quiet rebellion, and the cost of conscience
in a world built on chains.


β€” Isla Kerr β€”

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"A miller's daughter, and still more honest than any lord I've met."



General Information
Name: Isla Kerr
Age: 20
Social Class: Commoner
Occupation: Miller's daughter β€” grinds flour, gathers herbs, delivers to homes and inns
Origin:A quiet Lowland village beside a river, where fog lingers and life moves gently




Appearance
Height: 5'4"
Build: Slim, but sturdy β€” shaped by riverbank walks and sacks of grain
Hair: Strawberry-blonde, thick curls often tied with a pale ribbon or braided
Eyes: Bright, searching blue β€” like a Highland winter sky
Skin: Fair; pink-cheeked from wind, freckles bloom with spring
Other Details:Scar beneath her chin; freckled nose; quiet strength in her stare




Personality
Temperament: Calm, watchful, quietly self-possessed
Wit: Dry and perceptive β€” catches things most overlook
Values: Loyalty, quiet kindness, honest work
Defiance: Refuses to bow β€” offers only a nod or half-smile to nobility
Habits:Barefoot by the river; sings softly when alone; keeps a sprig of heather pressed in an old book




Backstory
Her mother died bearing a son who lived only twelve years.
Her father grew quiet with grief, and Isla took on the wheel and the field.
She once dreamed of far-off shores β€” now she knows every bend of the river.
She stayed not because she had to, but because someone had to.




Role in the Story
She is not a test of his honor β€” she is the moment he begins to question it.
She is not a temptation β€” but a mirror, showing him the man he might have been.
He was bred for war and legacy.
She was raised by wind, grain, and silence.
She offers nothing... and somehow gives him everything.




The Village Girl & the Betrothed Highland Lord
He is a Highland heir, duty-bound to wed a noblewoman and end a blood feud.
But a storm delays his journey, and fate leads him to a nameless Lowland village.

She is the miller's daughter β€” barefoot, clear-eyed, and entirely uninterested in who he is.

She doesn't flatter him.
She doesn't fear him.
And for the first time in years… he feels seen.

In her, he sees freedom β€” not granted by treaty or sword, but freely given.

Now he must choose:
Legacy, or love.
Duty, or truth.
Peace made by men… or peace found in her.


 
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Available Darker Themed Characters New
❖ DARK ROMANCE ARCHIVE ❖



Name: Character Name
Role: Antagonist / Tragic Hero / Cursed Lover
Origin: Kingdom of Ash / Forgotten Realms / Bloodstained Lineage
Theme: Obsession, Vengeance, Forbidden Desire

"He touched me like I was holyβ€”right before he damned me."


Plot Hooks:
  • Cursed bloodlines and doomed romance
  • Enemies bound by prophecy or dark fate
  • Forbidden love that ignites war
  • The beloved becomes the betrayer

Dark fantasy. Gothic tragedy. A touch of myth. These stories explore the soft ache of devotion wrapped in shadowsβ€”where love is a weapon, and trust is a wound waiting to bloom.

"Love me, even if it kills you. Especially if it kills you."





⟑ π’Ÿπ’Άπ“ƒπ‘”π‘’π“‡ π’Ÿπ“‡π‘’π“ˆπ“ˆπ‘’π’Ή 𝒾𝓃 𝒫𝒾𝓃𝓀 ⟑

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Lila Monroe
"I'm not a little girl anymore. And I know you see me."



Age: 19 (Freshly legal)
Status: College Freshman, Regular Heartbreaker
Relationship: Her best friend's favorite bad influence
Vibe: Half angel, half trouble β€” and always watching


Favorite Lipstick: Cherry Vice
Secret Skill: Making silence feel like seduction
Most Dangerous Weapon: Her smile
Kryptonite: Men who try to resist her


"You look at me like you hate that you want me. I like that look on you."



❦ Personality ❦

"Sometimes I play dumb. Sometimes I play sweet. But trust me β€” it's all just play."

➀ Flirtatious: She doesn't just tease β€” she *orchestrates* desire.
➀ Bold: Walks into rooms like she owns them β€” or like she's about to.
➀ Clever: Always five steps ahead, even when she pretends not to be.
➀ Intuitive: Reads people better than books β€” especially the broken ones.
➀ Seductively Calculated: Innocence is her act, danger is her scent.

"You shouldn't want me... but doesn't that make it worse?"



❦ Strengths & Weaknesses ❦

β˜… Strengths:
β€’ Emotional manipulation β€” a soft touch, a sharper mind
β€’ Fearless, especially when she smells temptation
β€’ Slips between good girl and bad idea like silk on skin

✘ Weaknesses:
β€’ Doesn't always see the cliff before she jumps
β€’ Needs attention more than she admits
β€’ Craves control… even when she secretly wants to give it up

"If you punish me… at least make it worth the bruises."



❦ History ❦

Escaping home meant stepping into his.
Lila grew up in a house full of yelling and slammed doors. Her best friend's place became her second home… and **he** became the mystery inside it. Brooding. Divorced. Off-limits. She studied him from the hallway shadows, memorized the crack in his voice when he thought no one was listening.

Now she's older β€” bolder β€” and wants to see how far she can push before he breaks.

"I could call you *Sir.* Or I could just call you *mine.*"



❦ Their Dynamic ❦

"You keep looking away like that'll help. But I'm not leaving… and you're not fooling me."

❧ She invades his world β€” late nights, lingering glances, brushing past him in too-small shorts.
❧ He resists β€” clenched jaw, cold glares, sharp words. But he doesn't send her away.
❧ Together β€” They walk the edge of a blade. He's afraid of falling. She wants him to jump.

Power Shift:
He's older, stricter, full of guilt.
She's younger, shameless, and secretly starving to be *claimed.*

"Tell me to stop. Say it like you mean it."



⟑ And beneath the pink gloss and wild laughter… she's just a girl who wants to be chosen. ⟑

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"She still wears his hat some mornings,
when the wind smells like gunpowder."


Deirdre Callahan
The Widow of the Wind & Dust



Nicknames: Dee, Miss Calla, Red Derry (only used by those who knew her before she buried a husband and grew into silence)
Age: 34
Gender: Female
Height: 5'5"
Build: Lean and wiry β€” a frame molded by ranch work, not vanity. Her strength is earned, not inherited.

Appearance:
β€’ Hair: Thick, wild red curls, often pulled back under a weathered, wide-brimmed hat β€” his hat.
β€’ Eyes: Pale blue β€” sharp, unreadable, always watching.
β€’ Skin: Fair, with a few sun-freckles and calloused hands hardened by dust and reins.
β€’ Clothing: Wears men's shirts tucked into faded trousers, leather boots that have seen better days, and a rifle always within reach.



βΈ» ORIGIN & HERITAGE βΈ»
β€’ Born in County Cork, Ireland, the daughter of a field singer and a bootmaker. She was raised on rebellion songs and funeral prayers.
β€’ Immigrated to the American frontier at 16, fleeing famine, war, and a brother's grave.
β€’ Married Colm Callahan, an Irishman with a crooked smile and a dream of land. They built Callahan Ranch together outside a dusty, divided town.



βΈ» BACKSTORY βΈ»
β€’ Colm was killed in a dispute over water rights and land β€” some say it was bandits, others say it was men with silver stars and clean boots.
β€’ Deirdre buried him herself on the north ridge beneath a sycamore. She hasn't left the ranch since.
β€’ She runs it alone now, with a few loyal hands and a reputation that keeps most trouble away β€” until he shows up.



βΈ» PERSONALITY βΈ»
β€’ Quiet. Guarded. Her silences carry more weight than sermons.
β€’ Not cruel, but not soft either. Her mercy is rare and earned.
β€’ Fiercely independent. Keeps her grief folded inside like a telegram that was never read aloud.
β€’ Protective of the land, the horses, and her dead. She doesn't speak of Colm often, but the way she rides and fights tells you he's still with her.



βΈ» HABITS & QUIRKS βΈ»
β€’ Wears her husband's hat when the wind shifts β€” as if she can smell smoke or death on it.
β€’ Keeps a journal she only writes in at night. Most entries start with "Colm, Iβ€”"
β€’ Hums Irish lullabies while cleaning her rifle.



βΈ» REPUTATION IN TOWN βΈ»
β€’ "The Widow Callahan" β€” spoken with a mix of fear and awe.
β€’ Men say she's cursed. Women say she's grieving. Children whisper that she talks to ghosts.
β€’ Some call her a witch, others a saint β€” no one calls her a fool.



βΈ» RELATIONSHIPS βΈ»
Late Husband: Colm Callahan
β€’ A good man. A dreamer. Killed too young.
β€’ His death is the wound she stopped stitching years ago.

The Runaway (Native Male Protagonist)
β€’ She finds him half-dead near the ridge where Colm is buried.
β€’ Doesn't speak much, like her. Doesn't ask for mercy, but accepts it without pride.
β€’ Slowly, a bond grows between them β€” wordless, wary, and inevitable.
β€’ He may remind her of Colm in the way he watches the sky… or nothing like him at all.



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"They say she's still in mourning β€” but not just for a man.
For a world that promised gentleness and delivered dust."



The Widow Rancher

A tough, independent woman running her late husband's remote cattle ranch in the Arizona Territory. She's in her early 30s, hardened by loss and drought, but sharp-witted, fiercely loyal, and respected by the local menfolkβ€”though rarely accepted as their equal. They whisper behind her back: "She don't need no man. Hell, she's meaner than most of 'em." But the truth is: she's lonely. She lives with a rifle by her bed, wolves in the hills, and debts circling like vultures.



The Runaway Native

A young man in his 20s from a nearby Apache or Comanche tribe, who fled both the reservation and a deadly betrayal among his own. Hunted by white bounty men and mistrusted by his people, he's wounded, exhausted, and angry. He seeks refuge on the widow's landβ€”first in her barn, then in her heart. He knows how to survive in the wilderness, read signs in the dirt, and move like wind. He sees spirits in the fire and ghosts in her eyes.



βΈ» PROMPTS βΈ»

1. First Encounter
She finds him half-dead in her barn after a thunderstorm. He's bleeding from a gunshot wound. Rifle in hand, she demands answers. He doesn't speak English fluently, but his eyes plead for something deeper than mercy.

2. The Bargain
He offers to help her bring in the cattle before the rainsβ€”tracking strays, fixing fences, warding off rustlers. She agrees, warily. But each day, the silence between them grows softer. The land watches. So do the neighbors.



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