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[chrysolis]

PLAYER

NAME: Nilla
CONTACT: PM preferred for people from Bakerstreet!
ACTIVE TIMES/PACE: uhhhhh I'm slow as shit I'm sorry.
BRACKETS/PROSE: brackets, but either!
OFFENSIVE SUBJECTS & TRIGGERS: please avoid yandere tropes, descriptive gore, and discussion of burning buildings

OUT OF CHARACTER

BACKTAGGING: yes please and thank you
THREADHOPPING: in general yes? just please get permission from the other players, and avoid threadhopping into a serious thread.
FOURTHWALLING: no
NOT INTERESTED IN: threads where she actually kills someone

FIRST IMPRESSIONS

VISUAL: a girl around 5'3"/163 cm with purple hair and eyes, wearing a dress with bone, flower, and butterfly motifs
AURAL: soft-spoken, gentle, almost whispery. English VA (Melody Muze) line compilation | Chinese, English, Japanese, and Korean voice comparison
OLFACTORY: she smells strongly of flowers
DEMEANOUR: withdrawn within herself, keeping her distance from others and her hands often tucked in front of her body. tends to observe from afar opposed to interact with things directly

IN CHARACTER

PHYSICAL AFFECTION: she has a touch that kills living beings on contact, so she is extremely avoidant when it comes to touch. but at the same time, she's incredibly touch-starved and desperately wants a hug. so basically it's complicated
PHYSICAL VIOLENCE: Y
RELATIONSHIPS: Y - my favorite canon ships are her with the Trailblazer, Mydei, Aglaea, Phainon, and Cipher, but I'm down for anything! including cross-canon!!
PSYCHIC & PSIONIC INFORMATION:
MAGICAL INFORMATION: she has a deadly aura to go along with her deadly touch. It's usually suppressed, but she's able to activate it at will, causing anything within five paces to enter a trance where they feel like they're being swallowed by darkness and unease.
MEDICAL INFORMATION:
OFFENSIVE SUBJECTS & TRIGGERS:

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🦋 CHARACTER STORIES

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▶ CASTORICE'S CHARACTER STORIES

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Aidonia, the snowy land that respects and worships death, has already sunken into sweet slumber.
O Castorice, daughter of the River of Souls, the Chrysos Heir in search of the Coreflame of "Death," set forth! Guard the lament of the souls in this world, and embrace the solitude of destiny.
— Life and death is a journey. When a butterfly rests on that dead branch, the withered will be reborn again.

▶ part i

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From the day she gained memory, Aidonia's snow had always been there. It was as if time had been frozen in this forlorn white ground. When she was a child, she once asked Amunet what is snow.
Amunet said snow is the joy of reunion and sorrow of parting.

She was always in a trance as she stared at the people in the city.
The short knight came for training in front of the temple doors every day. The middle-aged priest occasionally dozed off under her high tower. The ascetic scholars distributed Antila flower biscuits to the children.
The children pushed and shoved as they engaged in a snowball fight in the distance, their laughter falling to her heart like ripe fruits.
From the tower, she tried but failed to differentiate their faces.

Holy Maiden — They only called her that when she appeared before the people, and nobody dared to look her in the eye.
She mustered the courage to move closer, but they stepped back, lowering their eyes even more. She still couldn't see any of their faces.

Until they were standing at death's door — the short knight suffered grievous wounds in battle, the middle-aged priest suffered from years of illness, and the ascetic scholar was infected by the patients they treated. At that moment, she was the closest to them.
Life was no longer an agonizing struggle, but turning at her fingertips into flower petals in the wind.
When she finally had the chance to look at their faces, she turned away instead, for she could not bear to look.

"Some hands were born to sow plants, some were born to govern... Yours carrying out the fated duty of parting."
Amunet's words echoed in her ears. She once wondered what her hands could possibly leave behind.
When she came to her senses, she was looking at an incomplete ice sculpture in her hands — Young warriors wielding their weapons, mothers embracing their children who were going to war, couples that cradled each other's faces with longing...
Those people are no longer around. But this sort of thing will still happen again and again in the land covered by the snowstorm... and lands beyond the snowstorm.

She finally understood that even the snow in Aidonia will melt, just as everything must walk into Death's embrace.

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"Nikolaos who loved to smile, the kind Ilana
And Crito, who was as silent as the wind...
At night, I held up those Forgotten names and forlorn memories,
And turned the sorrows of the day into the boiling heat immersed in snow. ..."

— A poem titled "Aidonia" written by the girl

▶ OTHERS

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🦋 LIGHTCONES

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▶ MAKE FAREWELLS MORE BEAUTIFUL

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Another farewell ceremony was underway.
A young girl, stepping on broken moonlight, wove a garland of parting by the riverbank.
Ancient laments crystallized in the cold air, while the quiet river flowed into a distant land of blossoms.
Blood-stained scrolls, rusted long swords, handkerchiefs embroidered with poetry... She accepted their remains, along with the tales of their lives.

"My eyes are like lenses, forever longing for the starry sky."
—An epitaph dedicated to the departed scholar.
"For life and for death, the knight grants only a cold glance."
—The maxim that the nameless warrior upheld all his life.
"Life is nothing but death, aglow with shimmering light."
—The final verse penned by the eternal-seeking poet with his life.
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"Every flower once bloomed with pride..."
Accompanied by the river's soft lament, she offered the departed poems, garlands, and remembrances—
"If withering is inevitable, at least let our farewell be... a little more beautiful."

▶ THE FLOWER REMEMBERS

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In spring, they sowed seeds.
In summer, they irrigated the fields.
In autumn, they harvested the fruits.
In winter, they sang as they walked in the snow.
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The land that was originally barren now blooms with flowers, and butterflies are drawn by the peals of laughter and land on the girls' fingertips.
"Big sis! We'll keep working together to turn this into a huge sea of flowers!"

"See. Our promise..."
The butterfly flies to the other shore. The rather taciturn girl softly caresses the warm flower petals as if her little sister is still there with her.
"...Wasn't forgotten by me or the flowers we once attended."

🦋 RELIC SETS

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▶ BONE COLLECTION'S SERENE DEMESNE

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▶ WORLD-REMAKING DELIVERER

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▶ AMPHOREUS, THE ETERNAL LAND

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🦋 COLLECTABLES & MESSAGES

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▶ READABLES

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▶ MESSAGES

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▶ OTHER

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🦋 VOICE LINES

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▶ BATTLE DUOS

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▶ INTERACTIVE

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First Meeting
Welcome to Okhema. I am Castorice. Apologies, it is my habit to keep my distance from others... I can get closer if you wish, however.

Greeting
Are you cold? Should we walk under the sun together?

Parting
Farewells always arrive so quickly... I hope neither of us will stop moving forward.

About Self: Duty
My current duty is to soothe the martyred Chrysos Heirs and Titans. I hope they spend the last moment of their lives seeing a peaceful sea of flowers, rather than an endless darkness.

About Self: Past 1
I once stumbled alone like a solitary butterfly that did not know where to go... Perhaps it was thanks to the Flame-Chase Journey and my friends in Okhema, or perhaps it was the people I encountered along the way that helped me find the direction for my next flight.

About Self: Past 2
My sister gave me a chance at life, the people of Styxia gave me the blessing of life, and the traditions of Aidonia gave me the meaning of life... I wish to pass these benedictions to more people. After all, "staying alive" is not merely the hope of just one person.

Chat
I like to self-insert when I read books. For example, I'm not a good cook, but I can see images of myself cooking dishes when I read cookbooks... Isn't that amazing?

Hobbies
I want to make cute things into plushies whenever I see them... Felts can recreate appearances most accurately, and the plushies can be softer if filled with milk cotton thread or crocheted with wool. I can do more than just animals, too... I can make Zagreus' silver coin doll, and boiled Dollo egg dolls with different expressions... I sleep particularly well when hugging them.

Annoyances
I wish I could have two little chimeras, so I could snuggle my face into their warm, fluffy fur and run around with them in the plains... But... I can't, so I'll just make two more chimera plushies instead.

Something to Share
During my days in Aidonia, I wove dark blue Antila flowers into beautiful wreaths with everyone else. We then placed them onto the dead soldiers' heads, and watched as the bodies floated down the River of Souls... And so it went, day after day...

Knowledge
The whispers of a homesick soldier, the lullabies a mother uses to soothe her child, the last letter left by a maiden to her lover... With each funeral, I carry another memory left by those who have passed — memories that still hold the warmth of their lives.

About Polyxia
Now I know everything. My sister was unwilling to see the flowers wither, so she kept vigil over them, staying by them until they reached the end of their life. Now, I, too, will join her in accompanying the lost souls.

Eidolon Activation
No matter how cold the other side is, there will still be the scent of flowers.

Character Ascension
Look, light is coming in.

Max Level Reached
All things cycle through life and death... The end is also the beginning.

Trace Activation
The traces we leave in this world will last much longer than death.

▶ COMBAT

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Battle Begins: Weakness Break
You, too, will soon head to the nether realm.
(2×) You too will head to the nether realm.

Battle Begins: Danger Alert
Danger approaches.
(2×) Danger approaches.

Turn Begins
Life is not as fragile as butterfly wings.
(2×) Life is not so fragile.

Please cherish the time before your soul withers.
(2×) Please cherish this time.

Turn Idling
I will wait here until the final instant arrives.

Basic ATK
Sleep now.

Skill
Please, wilt here.
(2×) Wilt here.

I grant you this, as you wish.
(2×) As you wish.

Enhanced Skill
Dead souls... Return to dust.
(2×) Return to dust.

Darkness follows me.
(2×) Darkness with me.

Hit by Light Attack
I'm okay.

Hit by Heavy Attack
That hurts a bit.

Ultimate: Activate
Embrace "new life," Pollux.
(2×) Embrace a new life.

Ultimate: Unleash
I only wish that Death... may protect us!
(2×) May Death protect us!

Downed
The west wind...

Return to Battle
Thank goodness... It's not time to say goodbye yet.

Health Recovery
I shall remember this warmth.

Technique
Emerge from your cocoon.

Battle Won
May wandering souls find their own way out.

Treasure Opening
Ah! Make sure you keep it safe.
I want to make something with it. But what to make...?

Precious Treasure Opening
Let's take a picture.

Successful Puzzle-Solving
I've learned something.
I've seen puzzles like this in books...

Enemy Target Found
Be careful. There's something unsettling ahead.

Returning to Town
This place is rich with the sweet scent of flowers... Can we stay here for a while longer?

🦋 AS I'VE WRITTEN

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▶ SERVANT OF DEATH: CASTORICE

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The glorious age falls and crumbles, and even death must seek a home.
She passed through Aidonia and souls wailed in her palms, yet there was no hatred in those sounds.
Is glory equally priced to death? To seek this answer, she never stopped her steps.
After a journey that lasted a millennium, she still does not know where her corpse should call home.

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🦋 MISC.

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