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๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ! ๐˜ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ.​
 



Zavianna
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โ™งcode by dirtโ™ง

Zavianna
โ€” basics
full name
Zavianna Richards
alias
Zavi
age
18
gender
Female (she/her)
date selected
march 8th 2026
โ€” visage
faceclaim
lutheangel
date of birth
March 8th 2008
role
regular member
height
170 cm
hair
Black
eyes
brown
Dignity
Endurance
Prudence
Envy
Lust
Anger
โ€” So many things yet so little time.
Her brown eyes were deep, always filled with a sense of mystery and cleverness. They resembled the bark of a willow tree, they held the warmth of an everlasting hearth, as if they were the wood that could burn with golden flame yet be forever perfectly entire. Such eyes could pull anyone in if one dared to unravel the puzzle called Zavianna.
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Zavianna should have noticed the glaring signs that things were wrong. Like how the train conductor reeked of alcohol and somewhat stumbled when walking. But you would never expect to die on your birthday right? The moment the train derailed was one of the most scariest feelings she had ever experienced. For a second she was floating and then violently thrown to the side as the train titled over. Laptops, luggage, even worse, other people came flying at her. The train seemed to skid along it's side for a long time until it finally came to a stop.

For a second it was quiet then the cries and screams started. This was a passenger train carrying people from Dallas to New York, one of the best inventions from the 21st century so many people were abroad at the time of the crash. The train car filled with smoke fueling the panic even more. As Zavianna lay broken and bloodied among the wreckage a hand reached out to her. The owner of the hand called himself Father Time.
reveriee ยฉ
 
Heng Wushan



BASIC INFO​

---- 17

---- Yunovans

---- Level 5

---- Male

---- Undisclosed

---- 5'8

---- 140 lbs

---- An eccentric one to say the least. Wushan detests being bored, even the thought of it filling him with annoyance. If he can't find entertainment by the hands of others he'll just create his own, typically meaning bothering people till they implode. Challenges are something he's always up for, intellectual feats being his favorite. Unlike many others, Wushan wasn't kind nor good. When hearing that people would shy away. The instinctive assumption being that if he wasnโ€™t a good person, he was a bad one. A completely black and white viewpoint. The world of course isnโ€™t that simple, but he was. No, he wasnโ€™t a soulless puppy kicker, but he had never once acted purely out of kindness either. Most of the deeds he had done were comprised out of humor. Though, Itโ€™s not like he didnโ€™t have the capacity to be kind. Wushan was sure everyone did too, at least, according to his definition of kindness was to give and not to expect anything in return. Expect him, that was something he never did. Anything he does, he expects to be paid back in full no matter how small.​

----- From a young age Wushan was always interested in death, fascinated by it even. He didn't fear it or despise. Death was something that was constantly around him with his parents being gravediggers and having the responsibilities that involve digging and placing the remains in a grave. Suddenly a tragedy occurred, his parents were involved in an accident with some bandits. It was a wrong place wrong time type situation. When their bodies were retrieved and sent back Wushan was angry. Angry not for the fate of his parents but angry because of the way they died. He believed everyone should die in a calm and peaceful manner not horribly as his parents did. To him life was a stage, death was just another part of that stage. At night weird things would happen. Locked doors would be open come morning, items in spots they couldn't possibly be and the sound of banging or screaming could be heard.


Wushan alone knew it was the resentful spirits of his deceased parents at work. Yes he knew they were there but he couldn't hear them. It was a sense, a prickling feeling on his skin that something otherworldly was nearby. In his father's dusty study there was a book. A very old book with yellow papers that would rip with the lightest pinch. 'Path Of An Exorcist', the word exorcist wasn't unfamiliar to him. Tales of people that dealt with the dead and put tortured souls to rest reached his ears even since infancy. Once the book was open it was like a whole new world opened up for him. Wushan found what he was looking for.


---- Zuzidu, the eastern nation which is well known for its cuisine, art style and unique building style. This country is predominantly covered in grasslands with some mountain ranges sprinkled around.


---- Heng Tao (Mother), Heng Chang (Father), Heng Bai (Grandfather), Heng Guo (Grandmother)


---- Enjoyment, Payment, Windchimes, Cemeteries


---- Boredom, Filthiness, Bugs, Loudness


---- Book, Rosary, Parasol, Dagger


---- Dance Of The Dead, Sense Of The Dead, Blessing Of The Exorcist

----- Nytian (Darkness)


----- Exorcist​
 
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  • Yu Xiu
    Young Miss Xiu
    Alias
    None For Now
    Age
    15
    Gender
    Female
    Race
    Human
    Archetype
    Summoned
    Magic Level
    1
    Affiliation
    Earth
    Homeland
    Earth, China
Code Creator: @Ambiloquous
 


you.
and.
i.

in.
another.
world.


Name:
Hanae Ishikawa

Age:
15

Race:
Human

Archetype:
Summoned

Gender:
Female

Sexuality/Orientation:
Undisclosed

Personality:

A remarkably polite young girl, Hanae is someone who values honesty and understands the power of her words and actions. She doesn't let on she knows more than she should and never ignores the elephant in the room, she'll bring it up simply, never leaving people wondering if and when she might mention it. Hanae is a person who listens fully before speaking; she doesn't interrupt. She refrains from profanity, and also refrains from talking obscenely. Her smiles are always well mannered and she is genuine with others. Hanae believes everyone deserves to be treated respectfully, irrespective of their position, behavior or clothing. She would never insult anyone unless they truly deserve it or had gone against those close to her. She properly apologizes when she make mistakes and shows her gratitude when other people help her.​

History:

Maybe Hanae should have just handed over her bag, maybe she shouldnโ€™t have taken that shortcut through that alley. Maybe because then all this wouldnโ€™t have happened. And as that knife rushed towards her a million thoughts ran throughout her head in a second. Things she should have said, things she should have done. She regretted not going shopping with Koyuki and Renho yesterday. Hanae regretted slamming the door on her way out to school because she was mad at her mother. She regretted not saying goodbye that morning because she and her mother had gotten into an argument over something so stupid. A million things that will never happen because she wanted to be stubborn and walk to school instead of taking the railway like usual.

At first once it pierced her stomach it didnโ€™t hurt, it was like she hadnโ€™t been stabbed at all. But once all the adrenaline and shock had faded away, the pain began to hit her all at once. It was a strong burning sensation that she couldnโ€™t get away from. Hanae's body fell to the ground and she couldnโ€™t move. A heavy sense of sleepiness began to over take her, she knew this wasnโ€™t any good. By this time her attacker had already run away, she saw his face at the last second. He was very panicked and looked to be around her age, a student but perhaps a bit older.

Hanae fought to keep her eyes open, she feared once that she had closed them they would never open again. So there she lay on a dirty alley floor with a pool of blood surrounding her. Her school uniform was dyed with the color red and she was fighting to stay awake. But it seems in the end she was too weak. There was an intense feeling that came over her as her vision blurred. Revenge. How many people a year died because of someone's selfishness? Too many to account for. Judgement needed to be given to those who dared commit such horrible acts.

Hanae's eyes closed. Chest rising and falling slowly, breaths coming out short and then quietness. The 15 year old Hanae Ishikawa perished.


Equipment:
Honjล Masamune


Fighting Style:

Burฤ“dohorudฤ no dansu

Burฤ“dohorudฤ no dansu is a fighting style that delivers powerful melee attacks, it utilizes speed and swiftness. These dances are foreign, from a forgotten civilization and cannot be taught to those without this proper knowledge of this style. To Blade Dancers, their sword is more than a weaponโ€”it is an ally, a friend, a spirit companion. Viewing combat as art, a deadly dance, blade dancers are prone to singing in battle. Blade Dancers have an unnatural bond with their weapons, dancers call to them and they answer - they will never be far from their hands.​

coded by solarsaphia.
 








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