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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DEMEANOUR: withdrawn within herself, keeping her distance from others and her hands often tucked in front of her body.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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🦋 RELIC SETS

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▶ BONE COLLECTION'S SERENE DEMESNE

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▶ aidonia's deceased gravestones

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Encapsulated in the Planar Sphere is Aidonia of Amphoreus. Believers of Thanatos have raised colossal monuments on the snow plains, offering tribute to the Holy Maiden who brings them the blessing of death.

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Aidonia — the snow-dusted kingdom of death — once stood tall amidst the blizzards, and now remains silent beneath them.

Almost all humankind enjoyed the pleasures of eternal life in the spring-filled lands in the endless Era Chrysea, yet a few souls grew weary of the countless cycles of day and night and decided to seek the end of life. "Why does life exist? And where should it go?" Eleusis, the leader of the Ascetics, advanced north with his followers as he muttered this eternal question, seeking a sweet and frozen long dream. The robed ascetics settled in the desolate northern wasteland, building a solemn city-state where snow fell relentlessly all year round — A place later known as "Aidonia."

How the Era Chrysea ended had long been lost to the annals of history, but the "First of the Dead" in Amphoreus was said to have come from Aidonia. That person received the gift of death from Thanatos — both a merciful blessing and the highest of honors.

The people of Aidonia were long accustomed to the harsh and lethal cold. The snow itself, long steeped in the silent faith of Thanatos, also greedily absorbed the warmth of life as it soon touched the earth. Long ago, travelers entering Aidonia's demesne would often find anonymous frozen bodies lying dead by the roadside, unfortunates who had returned to the embrace of the Hand of Shadow. The north wind howled, and the dead became markers on the road, guiding and warning those who journeyed through the snow. Travelers always hurried through Aidonia while the breath of life remained within them.

In time, the Aidonians came upon gravestones of mourning standing tall in the barren land, realizing that someone was offering their blessings to the cycle of death and the passing of life.

Beneath the gravestone slumbers an unknown girl. A zone of death surrounds her like a shadowy shroud, and even the Skeletarasses that inhaled the breath of death withered away around her form. The Aidonians sensed the merciful touch of Thanatos on her and welcomed her back to the city as their Holy Maiden. The faithful followers of the Death Titan, in reverence, emulated her, erecting towering gravestones in the wastelands to mark the end of long journeys and life's return to death — For life and death are both journeys, and this land only maintains boundary stones that recorded the paths taken.

The gravestones were warning distant travelers that no one stayed there and no one rested there... The dead, too, are travelers. They are the north wind, the falling snow, and the countless threads that connect them.

▶ aidonia's deathward bone chains

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Animal bones, arrowheads, and caltrops bind the world of the Aidonians with that of the dead. The ascetics of the wastelands only hoped that their souls, unyielding, could pass through the frozen depths, and would not become lost from poverty or weakness on the way to seeing their god.

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Once, an aggressive fool questioned the believers in Aidonia, unbelieving as to how there could be a religion in Amphoreus that reveres death. "If you love Thanatos so much, why not just pierce your own chest with a spear?"

The Aidonians regarded the man with disdain, saying, "The River of Souls never ferries souls that are barren."

Since its founding, Aidonia has been a holy site that valued life the most out of all Amphoreus. The followers of Thanatos believe that the River of Souls' waters are cold enough to chill the bones — only those who have walked the earth long enough and have endured countless hardships can cross its icy abyss and face Thanatos. To seek the blessing of Death is not to disregard life.

For this reason, though the Aidonians considered death as a homecoming and gave birth to many fearsome warriors, they have never sought to conquer the fertile lands to the south — For those lands do not forge strong souls, and the Aidonians disdain the softness of comfort.

Asceticism is a unique cultural hallmark of the Aidonians. Every year, when the snow subsides and the rare days of clear skies appear, they celebrate the Bone Collection Festival. Priests of Aidonia leave the city in search of animal bones buried in the wastelands and swamps. The most sacred offerings come from the remains of prehistoric beasts, long dead since many Light Calendar years ago. When their bones are struck, a deep echo seems to carry the faint whisper of Thanatos. The animal bones, cold as if soaked in the freezing ice of the River of Souls, are transported back to the city one by one. The slightly broken ones get processed and become ornaments, to be worn by the people day and night. The best-preserved bones, on the other hand, are carefully polished by the priests into ceremonial bone swords for burials, offered as gifts during the festival.

One year, during the Bone Collection Festival, the Aidonians encountered that girl in the wasteland. Soon, rumors spread that "her touch could allow one to cross the barrier of the River of Souls and directly face death."

Devotees of Death flocked to the temple to meet the emissary of Thanatos. The Aidonian priests, sensing that the girl threatened their faith, consecrated her as the Maiden of War, forbidding commoners from approaching her. Only those ascetics who had endured the trials of the world and revered both life and death were allowed to be embraced by her, and through her hand return their souls to the afterlife. The girl donned the long robes prepared by the priests, executed her ritual with her bare hands, and buried humankind with her embrace.

The Aidonians genuinely believe that "The River of Souls never ferries souls that are barren." Yet, the River of Souls does not question the weight of the soul. It simply flows, leading all life to its inevitable end, where all souls converge.

▶ WORLD-REMAKING DELIVERER

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▶ deliverer's boots of pioneering

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The boots worn by the legendary Deliverer as they trampled over mountains and braved through tides. In actuality, it is probably nothing like what the bards describe.

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"Chrysalis of Gold, witness the romantic finale with your own eyes, and reweave a flawless destiny."
"Gate of Infinity, open countless paths home, and fulfill the prophecy of tomorrow's reunion."
"Bough of Rift, plant the Nouspore of 'Suspicion,' which shall ultimately sprout under everyone's wisdom."
"Eye of Twilight, behold! The sky is without flaw or seams, and at its end lies a healing rainbow light."

"Return home, Lance of Fury, ascend to the throne surrounded by the people, pledging for peace in this world."
"Speak freely, Coin of Whimsy, whether in clever jest or sincere words, there is no need to hide anything."
"Immerse in embraces, Hand of Shadow, master of the River of Souls..."
"Your gentleness can warm the seas of flowers across the shores, for every parting is worthy of the anticipation of reunion."

"The world shall hear the Chalice of Plenty's song, echoing endlessly in revelry."
"The world shall witness the Veil of Evernight, preserving memories that shall never fade."
"The perennial Pillar of Stone shall bear all beings on their distant journey, until they reach their final destination."
"The Scale of Justice shall bestow its impartial laws, crowning the countless heroes of the Flame-Chase Journey..."

"Throne of Worlds, bear not everything alone.
Look, the inextinguishable sun has already risen..."

Those verses forged by regrets shall find closure in a rewritten poem.
That untouchable end shall be reached through the Trailblaze.

▶ AMPHOREUS, THE ETERNAL LAND

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▶ last west wind of amphoreus

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Encapsulated in the Planar Sphere is a chapter named An Eternal Page from As I've Written. It has been imbued with the fragrance of flowers, the warmth of the west wind... and an open ending.

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There is no eternal tranquility in this world. Even the dawn held high by Kephale will fade. Eternity exists only within warm memories.
In this thin page of The Eternal Land slumbers all the memories of Amphoreus's thirty million cycles, where infinite yesterdays piled into infinite tomorrows.
It is a peaceful paradise, the end of the west wind, and a sprouting thread of memory yet to bud.
Under a rosy-hued sky with no more snowstorms, bitter cold, or sudden rain, silver shallow beaches are covered in flower petals.

Those who were swept away by the waves of history have found refuge in peaceful dwellings. In their long leisure, people began to create dances never-before-seen and write plays never-before-told. In the misty bathhouses, people speak of heroes, while stars, wars, and refugees seem like distant memories. They marvel at the hazy lives they once led: Today's chefs were yesterday's scholars, and those who were once strangers have now become companions.

Those once known as the Chrysos Heirs, their journey of loss finally comes to an end.
The Goldweaver's eyes once again treasure beauty, the Holy Maiden's hands no longer bear death's cold touch, the fleet-footed thief runs only for happiness, and the physician need not weep for patients anymore. The crown prince of Kremnos feels the warmth of home, just as the white-haired boy from Aedes Elysiae still remembers the scorching flames of war that consumed his homeland. Yet upon waking from this grand dream, his parents are measuring his height while gently patting his head.

Sometimes, they would pass through the corridor dividing day and night, where the dazzling cosmos seemed within arm's reach. The sages of the Grove would often linger here to observe, while red-haired children loved to imagine shooting stars as the Astral Express during a warp. During festivals, the singer of the ocean would sing tales of the Nameless' adventures to everyone. The female ruler known as the Imperator would always raise a glass of honey brew in blessing to the heroes while gazing at distant worlds...

The seeds of the future have yet to sprout, while fallen petals of the past have already blanketed into a warm sea of flowers.
In a fleeting moment while traversing the stars, the Nameless might feel those anticipating gazes. This page of eternity, carried by the wings of Trailblaze, may yet have the chance to turn to its next chapter.
As for what those old friends left unsaid, members of the Nameless already understand.

"...and you shall carry our story forward, into tomorrow."

▶ eternal verses of amphoreus

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At the story's end, the data of thirty million cycles transforms into a complete poem, and the years written by the Recorder will remain in the cosmic memory, never fading away.

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The poem named Amphoreus, where time acts as its pages, and chaos marks its beginning. The golden blood engraves the footprints of defiance, as the heroes of the Flame-Chase lead the way in the grand enterprise of genesis.

The chapter of "Passage," enlightening messages of salvation, a thousand tomorrows rising in succession.
The chapter of "Law," wagering against the gods, all for the world to stand among the stars.
The chapter of "Ocean," though waves may break, resisting against the void for a thousand years.
The chapter of "Romance," leading the Flame-Chase Journey, weaving the future with golden threads.
The chapter of "Strife," a path of blood and fire, where scars write of solitary glory.
The chapter of "Trickery," truth wrapped in lies, preserving light within the Evernight.
The chapter of "Life and Death," embracing lost souls, keeping the cycle of life and death eternal.
The chapter of "Reason," life cast into flames, as souls question the world's truth.
The chapter of "Sky," healing hearts with faint light, mending dawn and dusk with human will.
The chapter of "Worldbearing," rage burning away the cage, the hero bringing forth the light of Dawn.
The chapter of "Earth," forging the blood of Permanence, sheltering the wandering creatures of the land.
The chapter of "Time," watching over countless pasts, dedicating memories that shall not fade into oblivion.
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Through thirty million cycles, a girl held her pen, nurturing the naive "heart" with memories, as thirteen hues finally merged into the color of "love."
When shooting stars streaked across the sky, a hero from beyond the sky took up the pen, embarking once again with companions on the Flame-Chase Journey, writing an unprecedented ending through the way of the Trailblaze.
At the story's end, blossoms flourished in the eternal Pure Land.
On one end where night lingers, starlights twinkled. On the other end where day shines, people rubbed their eyes and awakened. As the west wind gently brushed past, people greeted each other good morning, just as they had done through thirty million cycles.
Here, the story draws its final period, like a blazing sun that's no longer blinding, like the Compass of the Trailblaze, and like an eye filled with love.

"In this world, they fused burning golden ichor into their bodies.
Will destiny remember their names in the days to come?"
Now, the poem's question has found its answer.
The memories that awaken at dawn will never forget. Amphoreus, that is its name.