Belladonna Moonfall

[Nimure]

† Belladonna Moonfall †

“The moon weeps in silence, as do I beneath its gaze.”​

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♡ 32 Years Old — Female — Birthday: 14 November — Demisexual & Demiromantic
♡ Build: Hourglass figure. Belladonna has a very curvy, feminine body, but what mass she does have is solid, toned muscle from her years as a huntress.
♡ Height: 5'9" (175 cm)
♡ Voice: Low and melodic, with archaic inflections
Titles: The Dusk Reaper | Living Saint | Demonbane Nun

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༺ ⛧ Appearance ⛧ ༻​

Appearance

A tall, statuesque woman draped in flowing black fabrics, Belladonna bears the haunting beauty of something not quite human. Her skin is pale like alabaster, untouched by the sun. Her heterochromatic eyes — one crimson red, the other vivid green — are windows into sorrow and divine wrath. She moves with the poise of an old-world noblewoman, always immaculate, her every step deliberate. Her hair is often bound with silver pins shaped like crosses or moons, and her scent evokes myrrh, candle wax, and something cold and clean like holy water.

༺ ⛧ Personality ⛧ ༻​

Personality

Belladonna is a solemn, almost reverent figure — polite, poised, and distant. She speaks in measured tones, like one who once led sermons in a cathedral shrouded in candlelight. Beneath her polished shell lies a smoldering grief and relentless faith. She is devout to her sacred cause but quietly yearns for a life outside it — one with a family she was never meant to have. When pushed to emotion — anger, sorrow, or love — her restraint shatters into something raw and soul-baring.

༺ ⛧ Background ⛧ ༻​

Background

Born in Rome, Belladonna had a seemingly normal childhood in a world just beneath the veil of magic and monsters. Her father, obsessed with wealth and status, and her mother, a gentle former stage singer in declining health, created a tense but loving home — until tragedy struck. A drunken fit of rage, born from financial ruin, led to a house fire that claimed both of her parents.

Orphaned, she wandered the streets until the Church took her in. Raised as a nun and trained as a Huntress, she gave her life to God — becoming a weapon of prayer and fire against the darkness.

What few know is that during a mission relocation, she fell in love with a fellow hunter — a persistent man who broke through her icy walls. Their love was brief but bore a daughter: Marianne.

Knowing the child would be a vulnerability, Belladonna pleaded with the Church. Her daughter was allowed to live — under the condition she be raised in a distant, secret monastery. Few know Belladonna is a mother at all.

༺ ⛧ Traits & Quirks ⛧ ༻​

Traits & Quirks

★ Bows and lifts her skirt in greeting — old-world courtesy.
★ Sleeps lightly and keeps a silver dagger under her pillow.
★ Adores children and protects them fiercely. If she witnesses a child being harmed, she is capable of terrifying, violent rage.
★ Has never danced, but secretly wishes to learn.
★ Prays daily at midnight beneath the open sky.
★ Keeps a collection of stuffed animals — gifts from her daughter and local children. She always carries one for comfort when away from her child.

༺ ⛧ Notes ⛧ ༻​

Notes

★ Despite having broken her vows of purity, chastity, and obedience, Belladonna is still romantically and sexually inexperienced. Her experiences were few, tender, and deeply private.
★ She finds joy in simple, nostalgic activities — knitting, old lullabies, soft singing — especially those tied to memories of her mother.
★ While solemn, she deeply treasures affection expressed through small, sacred gestures — brushing fingers, shared silence, and held prayers.
★ Though she hides it well, she is touch-starved and rarely knows how to ask for comfort.

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“Those who like flowers pick them.
Those who love flowers water them...
But I won’t mind if you pick me — and take me home.”

༺ ⛧ Visual Notes ⛧ ༻​

Visual Reference

A rare glimpse of Belladonna beneath her outer guise — temptation and sanctity woven into one paradox.