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Fantasy Elemental Love // CS

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houseplant

houseplant

embracing all my scars and imperfections
Roleplay Availability
Roleplay Type(s)
GUIDELINES:
The CS labeled 'Experiment' will be the one you will post in this thread, the one labeled 'Real-Life' you will PM me ONCE ACCEPTED. I would like to keep the real life persona's anonymous for everyone and ask that you refrain from telling anyone your characters true identity because i think it makes it more fun.

For face claims I would like drawn/2d/manhwa style.

Experiment CS is due: 5/15/25
Real-Life CS will be due: 5/22/25

EXPERIMENT CS:

Role/Alias:
FC:
Hair Color:
Eye Color:
Height:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Personality: (Since likes and dislikes and personality will still be similar to them, I will leave that out of the other CS)
Other/Random Facts (Nothing that can expose their identity):
Relationships:

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REAL-LIFE CS:

Name:
Age: (all characters 20+)
Gender:
Sexuality:
FC:
Hair Color:
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Height:
Mage: Are they a mage? If so what element is their specialty? (Preferably the one they are assigned).
History:
 





























fatal trouble



enhypen












Lightning















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name


lightning







gender


female, she/her







sexuality


bisexual







height.


5'3







fc


yuria from the villainess hides her wealth













p

syche.





A selfless and caring individual, Lightning has always prided herself on her friendliness. She loves meeting new people and making friends, and has always been good at making connections with those around her. Her friendliness has gotten her far in her life, but in this entirely new situation she seems to be a whole new person. Thrust in front of the screens of the whole continent has left her shy and timid, often staying towards the back and letting the other's take the spotlight. Which in all honesty is her true personality. She's always acted a character in front of other's, worried they wouldn't like her more gloomy and timid side, pretending to be a very bubbly and excitable person on the surface. Despite this, she's easily curious and interested in the world around her and the people in it.

Lightning's temper is a force to be reckoned with, and she can't stand for anyone else to get the last word in. She's terribly stubborn and has a strong moral compass that guides her through life. Though she never really speaks up on it due to her timid and fearful nature, opting to keep her thoughts and opinions too herself.

She has zero experience in love, and due to her circumstances is not super interested in finding it here. Why would any of them want anything to do with her? Because of this inexperience, she's very easily flustered. Even a simple kiss on the hand will leave her bright red, sputtering and trying to flee the scene.









o

ther






Likes: Romance novels, dragons, rainy weather, warm temperatures, music, sweets, strawberries
Dislikes: Spiders, horror, arrogance, sudden loud noises, royals, spicy foods, mornings

* Will try and befriend any animal she sees.

* Big night owl. She does all of her best thinking at night and despises early mornings. A complete grouch when she hasn't slept well.

* Has minor medical training and has no fear at the sight of blood. In fact, she has zero reaction at all which might be somehow worse.

* A talented singer but horrible dancer.

* Incredibly clumsy, she is tripping on air more often then not.

* Often reads romance novels in her spare time and fantasizes about finding someone like one of the leads in those novels.









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allery.
































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colorblind



ziva












EARTH















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name


earth







gender


female







sexuality


bisexual







height


5'2







fc


maximilian calypse (under the oak tree)













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syche.





Earth carries herself like someone
learning
how to walk in her own skin. Every gesture is graceful—until it isn’t. There’s something slightly off in how she curtsies, how she clasps her hands, like she’s
memorized femininity
from observation, not instinct. Like someone who is not trying to deceive, but survive.

As calm as composed as she can be, there’s a
fragility
in how she holds her poise. She listens more than she speaks, comforts more than she questions. But behind the softness lies a fear that someone, one day, will see right through her—and not like what they see.

And maybe… she’s scared they’ll like her too much. Because then, what?









O

ther





- Earth is the kind of person who remembers small details others forget—how someone takes their tea, which hand they favor, the way their voice cracks when nervous.
- Has a habit of touching objects with the backs of her fingers first, like she’s testing their warmth or trust.
- Sometimes forgets to answer when called “My Lady” because she still doesn’t always respond to it instinctively.
- Likes walking barefoot.
- Dislikes complicated clothing.
- Has a dry sense of humor with dead-pan one liners.









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  • Basic Info
    Role
    Water
    Faceclaim
    Clarence Clayden
    Hair Color
    Midnight Blue
    Eye Color
    Blue (R) | Gold (L)
    Height
    6'0" | 184cm
    Gender
    Male
    Sexuality
    Men?
    👎
    Women? STANDING OVATION
    01
    Preferences
    Likes
    rain, dragons, secluded areas, studying ancient languages (it makes research easier), cold baths, poisonous flowers, moon pendants, bamboo salt, dancing (especially sword dances), horses
    Dislikes
    hagfish, tanzanite, lapsang souchong, cold tea, hagfish, drinking water with a high pH, dreams, mirrors, hagfish, harsh sunlight, dry air, being approached from his right, hagfish (seriously, don't even mention them in his presence), men
    02
    Personality
    A polite manner of speech carried by a gentle tone warmly cradles those Water speaks to, making the rude and often crass words smoothly rolling off that honeyed tongue all the more shocking once people notice the contents of his speech don’t quite match his inflection. His words cut like a blade, tempered and whetted to a keen edge, and they seldom deviate from what he originally intended to convey. Despite the elegant packaging that his voice delivers those words in, he never hides behind the excuses called “being brutally honest” or “lacking in tact.” He’s entirely aware of the effects his complete disregard for verbal propriety have on other people, and his candidness is meant to serve none but himself. That sophisticated and dignified way of speaking was never meant to be a cover up and is simply one of the many deeply ingrained habits that cling to his side like a parasite. Anyone can plainly see that Water is far from amicable, but the man who acts as if your mere presence is grounds for irritation is a remarkably temperate individual. On most occasions, he’s far too absorbed in his own thoughts to pay others much mind so long as no one goes out of their way to kick the hornet’s nest. He values efficiency and perfection above all else, and what bigger waste of calories is there than to give a dressing down to someone who’s ultimately an insignificant and fleeting part of his life? That is, until he seems to remember that he doesn’t necessarily have to present himself as the paragon of patience. Where most struggle to hold themselves back, Water finds letting loose to be something he needs to consciously consider. His research into the arcane is dedicated and methodical, yet his approach gives off the impression that said studies burden him with the weight of the world rather than a hobby pursued out of genuine interest. It’s as if the intelligence that provides him feats such as only needing to read a text once to memorize it and all that magical talent instill within him feelings of obligation that he must always aim to exceed every ceiling thought impossible to surpass. Yet even those pressures need mental permission to open the floodgates. Unfortunately, once he does remember his decision to give the world and its people a piece of his mind, it takes the truly mentally tenacious or altruistic to stick around the suddenly choleric man. Despite his poor attitude, Water’s remarks aren’t entirely indiscriminate. He gives credit where credit’s due even if it hurts his sky-high pride, and he holds women in particularly high regard. Rather, he appears to abhor his own species to the point where he detests even looking into a mirror. A flaming misandrist—some might ironically label him as upon noticing that he antagonizes men far more than he does women.
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Air


"I'm tired of fighting to be heard."















female




She/Her




Queer




Thistle hair




Mauve Eyes




5'0" (153 cm)




FC: Mithra (Alchemy Stars)





















likes








swimming




adventure




exploration




singing




mystery











dislikes








hot weather




phoniness




monotony




reading




heavy fabric















personality





Looks are deceiving because her dark appearance would leave one believing that she was nothing more than a recluse. In reality, she is a curious observer who perches on balconies, sits in trees, and dives into the fray when something finally tickles her fancy. Air is not a particularly deep thinker; she likes what she likes and discards what she does not: shiny people, loud things, and forbidden fruit.

If she has feelings for someone (whether platonic, hateful, or romantic), she'll make it known and if they change, she won't hesitate to act on them. Love is neither a flame nor a plant but an animal. It breathes, it thinks, and it changes. One's job is not only to keep it alive, but to give reason to keep growing. Without novelty, it seek greener pastures.

She acknowledges that her view of love is almost antithetical to Elemental Love; however, such a capricious philosophy is also what keeps the show interesting. It would be boring if there wasn't something more devious going on in the background.








other





1. Air is a talented athlete, excelling in most sports and even swordplay (though not shooting oddly enough). She boasts that she can circle her kingdom in less than hour.

2. Seemingly, no amount of product or combing can tame her hair so she does not bother.

3. While her knife work is impeccable, Air has no sense of restraint for cooking. Everything ends up over seasoned, over cooked, and often over spiced.

4. Air sleeps intermittently rather than having a full night's rest. It is not uncommon to see her napping during random parts of the day, but up in the middle of the night.

5. Despite the transformation magic used, there is something small that allegedly carried over.




















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delusive
shadow
let not light see my black and deep desires
the beau of tutlia.
fc: Eden Lancaster.
shadow

an ever-present
S
himmering, golden locks
catch the rays of moonlight on their glossy surfaces as they rest atop fair, dewy skin, a sharp contrast to the murky storm of
steely blues and hazy grays
clouding two irises dark in undertone. Perched below these probing eyes is a strong, sloping nose and a rosy set of plush lips, a quiet stoicism and innate confidence that shines as clearly in his expression as his six-foot stance like the perfect picture of calm amidst the midnight downpour in his steady gaze.


"You seem to have lost your way, wandering over to me. I've heard I can be quite unnerving... Come, I'll escort you back to the campfire."



Despite touting such intensity, however, he doesn't seem to notice it at all, instead wearing the glamor and brilliance like nothing more than an inconsequential accessory that existed solely to distract. The abyssal depth of his
bottomless raven pupils
overpower them all with ease, equally as intimidating as they are comforting, stabilizing, an all-encompassing sort of darkness that quietly gathers one in its embrace like an old friend and consoles their weary bones after each long day facing off against the sweeping tides of the world's turbulence.


"Thank you for your honest efforts, even if only I see them. Now let's rest— no one's dancing anymore, anyways."



gender.
Cis male.

sexuality.
Pansexual and panromantic. Gender has never been an issue when it comes to matters of his heart and body.

likes.
Listening to personal anecdotes, particularly when coupled with some engaging discussion of the topics therein; concocting new recipes from any ingredients available, a practical skill he's grown quite adept at; competitive sports of any sort, especially ones that involve a ball or gun; finding the correct answer, whether that's a solution to a crossword puzzle or the truth behind a longstanding conundrum.

dislikes.
Studying topics he isn't interested in, especially ones that don't have a place in his day-to-day life; causing a scene, becoming the center of attention for any reason at all; waking up early, a night owl through and through; having to treat greedy, unempathetic people with respect they don't deserve.

personality.
Fiercely independent from a young age and too true to himself to mask his critiques of others when they're due, Shadow disavows the material disconnect that grips the upper class and thus holds disdain for more nobles than not. There is little that impresses him about the glitz and gluttony, not when far more fascinating mysteries exist in this realm, oftentimes deemed worthless and lying dormant in forgotten corners. Should his world view and lofty values be reciprocated, however, Shadow is plenty willing to take the backseat and let another handle the reins as long as his faith in their character holds strong. He is patient and nurturing in unseen ways, an excellent listener and travel buddy, and once his guard has been lowered and his interest piqued, there is little he won't share or compromise.

While his no-nonsense resting face and purposeful stride may give the outward impression of being rather square, however, Shadow's keen adaptability makes up for his lack of surface sociability; in fact, he welcomes surprises and can even find them enjoyable, if the way he's able to banter without much effort is any indication. Secrets are generally safe with him, white lies rolling off his tongue perhaps too easily at times when they're needed, and he keeps his cards impossibly close to his chest. Resigned to his intimidating demeanor, however, Shadow doesn't wait around to waste time on pleasantries and prefers to keep a healthy distance from the social scene to deter people from approaching him with shallow motives.

Dependable as an ally and attuned to the pains of living, Shadow values humanity and tries his best to model his life around preserving its beauty and integrity alike. He is open-minded and believes in the possibility to defy destiny at any turn, even when the outlook seems grim from all angles. Sometimes that means placing his morality over the possible illegality of his actions, a bad habit he has no interest in kicking anytime soon. Peaceful human connection has always been what he craved and yearned to protect most, after all, and the arbitrary laws that govern his nation certainly weren't designed with the interests of all walks of life in mind.

Though Shadow holds little faith in love after a few sour attempts that hardened his affections against those who desire status and power, he defied his own expectations and willingly opted into joining the cast of Elemental Love for the sole purpose of determining whether part of the problem perhaps resided within himself rather than just his stuffy countrymen— and he fears he may just know the answer in the wake of a recent stirring of his heart that shifted his perspective anew.












misc.

—001.
His distaste for some of society's more ill-fated frivolities aside, Shadow has always held a deep appreciation for various styles of dance, especially the upbeat traditional rhythms that his peers would sway and hop to in their leisure time despite their own woes and sorrows. Contrary to popular belief, he does know how to partake— the choice not to stems from simple introversion rather than inadequacy, fonder of the beautiful view from afar.
—002.
Shadow has incredible aim and reflexes, quick to snatch an incoming object sailing towards his head right out of the air or snipe a wayward kite free from the branches with his shoe. This innate talent manifests most evidently while sharpshooting, each round shattering claymore after claymore as they soar across the sky in quick succession without a single ounce of hesitation in his trigger finger.
—003.
Though he outwardly blames it on the moonlit nightscape he often dawdles in, a soft breeze much akin to stepping inside a well-ventilated storefront from the sun-lit street seems to follow Shadow wherever he goes, just sharp enough to keep one's senses alert and stand small hairs on end without crossing the line into a chill. Contrary to this phenomenon, his body tends to run on the warmer side, a convenient heat source amidst the coolness of his airspace.

"So you think I don't suit my alias, is that it? At times, even the smallest patch of shade can be the difference between life and death... there's a lot you have yet to learn about me."


playlist:
visuals:

fc:
eden duncan lancaster
 
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title



artist












LIGHT















R

equisite.










name


Light







Gender


Female







Sexuality


Bisexual







Height


165cm ( 5'5 )







FACE CLAIM


Rudbeckia de Borgia







Media


How to get my husband on my side













p

syche.





True to the alias she adopts on the show
Elemental Love
, Light is a warm, cheerful, and passionate individual. She is a romantic at heart who tries to see the good in every person she comes across, because she is well aware she cannot fathom all the miseries that plague others. No one is ever born evil; in her eyes, cruel actions are always products of wounds instead of wickedness. Though Light claims to spend her time and effort solely on those she likes and things she appreciates, it matters little because she treats everyone and everything with a great deal of affection and sincerity. She likes all of life’s gifts; not out of naivety, no, but rather out of the simple choice to believe in the beauty of others when the world does not.

These facets to her personality, combined with her intuitive sense for the emotions of others and her mellifluous way of speaking, makes her an excellent listener. People find themselves opening up or on the verge of opening up to Light even before she invites them to, drawn in by her charm like a cat seeking out a patch of sunshine to sleep in. In her presence, silence has meaning too, and her words linger like warmed skin after sunlight.

Perhaps, then, it is no surprise that someone so caring and so attuned with others’ feelings is in love with the idea of love itself. Light, having grown up watching play-by-plays of how arranged marriages created for political gain destroyed those involved, desires true love the most. She dreams of a fairytale romance between herself and another person where they can define love on their own terms and choose it for themselves. After all, to Light, love is not just about devotion to another person. It is about seeing the world through each other’s eyes, embracing what life has to offer, and following one shared heart. If she is to fall in love with someone, she hopes to fall in love with someone who loves, or will learn to love, life as dearly as she does.

Still, this radiant optimism is not without its burdens. Light is not prone to lying to others, but she has a tendency to keep things to herself, especially if they concern her own emotions or well-being. Somewhere deep down, she has convinced herself that being able to help others means she must have a strength that can heal her own wounds. As well, there is an odd distance that she keeps, one that is only perceptible if people pay extremely close attention. She holds her heart out in her hand for people to see, and yet, never lets quite just anyone hold it. There are those who come close, but their affections always fall through when she realizes they want the role she plays, not her. Performative love only ever garners poor results, so Light hesitates, waiting for the moment when someone will see her past her status and love her without it.









O

ther.





01.
Has a journal that she brought onto the show to detail any happy, interesting moments of her days. She keeps it on the bedside table, so she can write an entry before bed every night. If one flips through the pages, they will see doodles in the margins, sentences written in perfect cursive, and various miscellaneous things like ticket stubs, sticky notes, and pressed flowers. Each journal entry is titled with the date and addressed to "the Me who needs cheering up", her mother, or anyone she found herself thinking the most about that day.

02.
On days when Light particularly feels stressed or upset, she will request a piece of paper. Similar to her journal entries, she writes her feelings down on the paper, but these she does not keep. Instead, she pours her heart out and rips the paper up to throw it away. Somehow, that always immediately puts her in a better mood. These "letters" are always addressed to herself.

03.
Adores ballroom dancing. Light is good at it, too, but rather than loving it from competence, she loves it because she enjoys wearing long gowns and feeling the tulle swish around her feet as she moves.

04.
Though she has been raised with perfect mannerisms and strictly told to exude confidence, Light often holds her left wrist in her right hand and rubs it in times of nervousness. She has learned not to show troubles on her face, but this habit has never gone away.

05.
Affectionate in every way, honestly. Light likes hugging others, spending time with others, giving gifts, complimenting others, doing things for others… yeah. Really into love and all that. IDK

06.
Oddly enough, the transformation magic has caused her eye colour to be… duller?









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allery.
































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fire
male; bisexual; 175cm
♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡
fc; cale hetinuse
hair color; red
eye color; hazel
────────────────────── WHITE NIGHT
personality; One can never be too confident, too willful, too daring.

Ambitious as one can be, Fire actively seeks someone or something that can set his heart ablaze. More often than not, he chooses to play dangerous games and bets on risky chances. Where’s the thrill of it all if the stakes aren’t high? Playing it safe is the equivalent of cowardice, a life filled with fear and mediocrity. He would rather turn out dead than back down. He may be full of himself, but Fire has always proven himself deserving of such conceit.

Never one to shy away, Fire doesn’t hesitate to express his sentiments and interests. He pursues vehemently and loves passionately. As endless as his desires were, he stuck himself in a myriad of crowds. The more people he mixed with, the more eloquent his tongue had become. In his eyes, people have become an open book, with their smallest gestures giving them away. With the words they want to hear the most, Fire has managed to burn down even the strongest of defences.

This endless desire has led him down a rabbit hole of affairs and encounters. Maybe he's played this game too many times. The more his interest was piqued, the quicker it was to extinguish it. Maybe he's seen too much, felt too deeply, or lived too zealously; he's become a burnt-out, a little cold even.

Still, he wallows in self-pride. To the point of foolishness, even. Fire has always been confident and headstrong. He believes in himself more than anything else. There's no way the path he had set for himself is flawed. Even if his choices lead him into a blazing fire, his ears become deaf to others' opinions. After all, Fire does not believe anyone will have his best interests in mind more than himself. Rather, doesn't everyone act in their self-interest? Therefore, even if it burns him, he'll rather face the consequences for his decisions than ask for help.

Ultimately, more than a fire, he's more akin to a fickle flame. Unsteady and erratic, constantly struggling to stay lit. Lately, his passion seems to be dying out. There's little that he looks forward to. Instead, he feels empty more than anything. At bay, he's been out finding anything to distract himself from this underlying feeling. Hopefully, this gap is only temporary.

likes; the hustle and bustle of large crowds. hard liquor, mainly whiskey and brandy, not sure if it’s all just in his head but it’s one of the few things he can taste. plays and operas of any from comedies, melodramas and tragedies. an avid collector, he finds joy in collecting art, literature, small trinkets from various cultures and periods.

dislikes; fakes and replicas. silence.

extra;
i. his sense of taste or lack of taste raises many concerns. such as the inability to taste poison. but more importantly, there's no way he could be fine eating all these questionable dishes so why is he eating them so nonchalantly?

ii. countless loves and passionate pursuits have led him to acquire and be knowledgeable on an array of subjects. personally, out of all the skills he’s acquired, he’s most fond of card tricks and is most skilled at playing violin.

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underwater



red velvet












crystalline















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name


Ice







gender


Female (she/her)







sexuality


Demisexual, demiromantic







height


1.73m (5'8")







hair c.


Blue-ish silver







eye c.


Pale turquoise







faceclaim


Renee Marcius













p

syche.





Ice understands, quite resignedly, that she is not quite the ideal contestant for a dating show. The north is not particularly known for its warmth, and she is no different—not from that perpetual frown she wears nor that arch of her brow that seems to whisper disdain. She was not raised with a delicate hand, so gentleness is but another foreign skill to her, yet to be practiced. Straightforward, efficient, as if she hasn't the time for niceties; she bears an all-around unflinching and unfriendly demeanour, composed of curt sentences and a hawk-like gaze.

Despite the frigidity she greets you with, Ice proves a surprisingly sentimental individual. She loves quietly but fiercely, even if you must brave the harsh winter winds to get there. The sort of woman who you might never hear 'I love you' from, even if she remembers your favourite tea recipe down to the 3 spoonfuls of sugar. She has always struggled to express herself honestly, from shyness and apprehension both. The habitual pitilessness of her words are never intentional, but she knows little else of how to act. In ways, Ice speaks with her own language that is so easily misunderstood, one that becomes more and more apparent the closer you become.

She was raised beneath the expectations of an unmistakably noble blood, and she is a dutiful child if nothing else. Ice has rarely spoken out, mostly for the fact that she has never quite found something worth fighting for. Nonetheless, she will try her best this time as well, even if she expects little outcome. At the very least, she would like to have made some friends.




likes


dogs, desserts (of the strawberry variety, especially), riding, moongazing, rain, romance novels, grilled meat







dislikes


summer, parties, dancing, eating her veggies (yuck), sharing a bed, riding in a carriage, board games













m

iscellaneous.










Excellent physicality. She's a deadly shot, but she's particularly talented at riding—all sorts of things! Horses, wolves, bears, bear-dogs, the like.







Dancing at balls, however, is... a feat for her. She seems to struggle with anything music-related, and she very frankly (and bluntly) those who are able to excel. She prefers being an audience member than a performer.







An open book, if you figure her out. It is the blush on her ears, it is the fidgeting with her gloves, it is the gaze that is anywhere but here. Ice's only strength in venom-laced noble circles is her poker face, and little else.







Loves dogs so very dearly. She can never resist petting one, and she likes to speak to them, sometimes. When nobody's watching, of course.







Able to sleep anywhere, but an extremely light sleeper.







She hasn't seen very much rain, and she cannot help but be a little fascinated. She thinks the idea of spring drizzles are very pretty, akin to nature's kisses.







An avid reader, though her tastes lie more in fiction than in anything more 'academic'. An incredibly practical and grounded reader who doesn't particularly entertain delusions, despite enjoying tropey, silly romance novels. Her favourite book is 'The Villainess Just Wants To Bake A Cake!'.







Struggles with carriage rides. She gets terribly motion sick, for some reason.







Always in a pair of gloves. She doesn't seem to particularly enjoy skinship...













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the scandalous.




the promiscuous.



fire

She’s fire; tempting in her glow, wild in a kiss, and ruin in a heartbeat. Give her too much of the heart, and she won’t keep it - she’ll scorch it into ash and call it love.




the basics.

role
fire
sexuality
pansexual; because everyone deserves to experience the burn of fire
gender
female
likes
attention, excessive jewelry, merlot in questionable quantity, bags of gold big enough to sink ships, flower petals in her baths, extravagant fans, candlelit reflections on her decolletage, perfumed letters from her lovers, strawberries dipped in scotch, oysters with lemon, spiced wine (she's an alcoholic if that wasn't clear)
dislikes
day old bread and day old gossip, meek personalities, lukewarm champagne (but she'll probably drink it anyway), bitter coffee, meals without dessert, tight pockets, those who push their authority over her, cooking (or really any labor generally)




the visage.

height
173 cm / 5'8"
hair
ruby-red
eyes
gold-yellow
features
a beauty mark under her left eye
style
gold kisses her throat. silver drips from her wrists. a ruby winks between her collarbones as if it knows a secret others will never be worthy of. excessive extravagance.
face claim
lady diorlus from celebrity lady








the indulgent.






the personality.

They call her a diva; lips too scarlet, voice too smooth, laugh too rich to be sincere. Haughty, they say, sipping bitterness in their watered down champagne. But Fire has never cared for the opinions of those who’ve never dared to tinge her flame. She merely lifts her glass - something red, something aged, something as bold as her - and toasts their discomfort with a smile that could ignite dry leaves in autumn. To love her is to stand too close to the hearth and pretend the burn is warmth.

She speaks in a voice that melts winter, her every word lacquered in something sweet before it stings. Her presence arrives like a heatwave in a ballroom - impossible to ignore, scandalously out of season. Men love her. Women too. Not that she cares to draw lines. Passion does not discriminate, and neither does she. Her fingers have known the backs of hands and the arches of spines, her lips have left whispers behind ears and over trembling pulses.

But Fire is not just seduction. She cradles in a promise: that just for a moment, one may feel alive. And if one isn't not careful, they mistake that spark for love, until the heat peels back the illusion and they realize they've offered their heart to something that was never meant to keep it. She is not cruel. Just honest. Because fire never pretends it won’t burn.

She is the first to laugh at a party, the first to extend a hand when the music swells. There’s an ease to her warmth, a softness in her smile that disarms without ever bending. Playful by nature, she draws others in like flickering candlelight on a windowsill - visible, inviting, but just out of reach. She welcomes love; flirts with it, dances around it, brushes her knuckles against it like a familiar lover. But never closer than an arm’s length. It is not fear that keeps her there, but preservation. Her intensity, she's learned, can be admired. But rarely endured.

So she keeps her distance. Tells her truths openly, almost carelessly, like one daring others to stay. And for a night, many do - charmed by her candor, swept up in her rhythm. They hold her, dance with her. But morning always comes. And they always leave her quietly wondering will someone one day stay past the night; not for the flame she gives, but for the ember beneath it.




the misc.

- Owns not one, but two closets solely for her jewelry - each drawer categorized by mood, occasion, and 'pizzazz'. She has a third room for wine with the same categories.

- Trained in combat since she could walk in heels, she boasts proficiency in fencing, swordplay, and long range shooting. She treats her weapons as prized possessions; polished and breaming always. She even named her favorite rifle.

- Fears nothing.. except rats. For something so small they have conspicuously long tails that thrall about.

- Terrible sense of direction. If left to her own demise, she could lost in her own castle.

- Left handed, but tends to shake hands still with her right for the ease of the other party.

- Keen sense of smell; she can pick up on cheap perfume and cigars from two rooms away.

- She is far sighted, and requires reading glasses when she peruses any ledger or documents.




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do i wanna know



artist












the eternal flame















R

equisite.










name


fire







gender


cis male







sexuality


anything that moves







fc


diluc from genshin impact






















p

syche.





In his mind, he stands
unrivaled, untouchable, peerless, a god
among the feeble. Superiority bleeds from Fire in thick, choking waves, heavy enough to make the air taste of smoke and ash. There’s
a twisted warmth
to him, the kind that seeps into your bones and numbs you to danger.

It soothes just enough to seduce, and addiction follows before the first blister forms. Fire is, in every sense, fire;
mesmerizing, untamed,
a flickering dance of crimson strands that shift like coals beneath a windy sky. His laughter is rich, almost
intoxicating,
curling around their hearts until they smile in spite of themselves. That’s when he knows: he has them.

He always does.

Fire blazes too hot for the weak. He leaves scorched ruins in his wake, and when they recoil from the pain, he does not chase. They were never worthy. Reclining like a deity on a throne of charred bones, his smile is a crooked, a lazy thing—an echo of power that needs no validation. He gazes downward,
eyes glittering with disdain,
weighed with the quiet certainty of one who has already won.

But beneath the surface, beneath the warmth and the laugh and the burnished charm, something vile pulses—ancient,
ravenous, unrelenting.


He doesn’t simply want attention. He wants possession. To
consume
and
claim,
to fold every soul that draws near into his own endless inferno. Those who fall for him must be prepared to burn—utterly, gloriously—until they are nothing but cinders in his wake.

Fire is no man. He is a starving god in a handsome disguise, a beast coiled tight beneath his own skin, wrapped in the illusion of restraint. The fear of being too much is the muzzle he wears—cracked leather holding back fangs that ache to sink deep and
never let go.










v

isage





An ever-present, lazy smile hangs on his lips like a well-worn mask, concealing something far less benign.

Broad shoulders and a towering 6’3” frame cast long shadows, and his voice—loud, unignorable—cuts through the noise with thunderous laughter that dares you not to look.

His eyes, the shade of old blood gone dry, burn with a quiet cruelty—unblinking, unyielding, as though stripping back the layers of everyone in his path.

His hair tumbles down his back in a chaotic river of carmine and vermilion, wild curls untamed yet disturbingly flawless, like the fire he embodies—uncontrolled, but never out of control.

He is not simply seen. He is felt; a heat that lingers on the skin long after he has passed.









m

iscellaneous.





✧ LIKES: sunbathing, grilled meat, festivals, dancing, anything that appeals to his senses, stargazing, daytime naps, extravagant outfits (never on himself but others), flowery perfume, someone running their fingers through his hair

✧ DISLIKES: being ignored, the cold/the winter, people who use too many big words, political events that are boring, learning boring stuff that doesn't apply to himself, big bodies of water (has a fear of drowning), vegetables

✧ Academically, Fire falls a little short compared to others. While not completely empty-headed, he can be a bit of an airhead at times. Bronze over brains is what he likes to say. His strength lies in well…, his strength and his deep knowledge of how to command a military.

✧ From time to time, he enjoys the quietness and stillness of stargazing. It’s the one subject he considers himself knowledgeable in. Seeing as it’s the one thing he and his father did together.

✧ Despite his size, Fire moves with unsettling grace—quick, fluid, and dangerously precise. He prefers the raw intimacy of fists, but if armed, he chooses the sword. In his hands, it becomes a thing of beauty: each strike a violent dance of power and speed, as mesmerizing as it is lethal.









g

allery.
































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love me or leave me



day6












fire















R

equisite.










name


fire







gender


male







sexuality


pansexual







height


5"10 (178cm)







hair c.


persimmon red







eye c.


amber







fc


noctis: indomitus













p

syche.





Fire is like the unleashing of Pandora's Box, a force that’s been contained for so long, finally set free.

He is brash, loud, and impossible to ignore... not necessarily dignified for someone of noble birth, but somehow all the more captivating because of it. Everything he does is intense, from the way he tackles everything head on to the way he laughs with his whole chest, unbothered by how it might echo. His enthusiasm is relentless, sometimes to the point of recklessness, and he carries a boyish boldness that makes him both magnetic and exhausting.

Fire wears his pride like armor. He’s ridiculously competitive, mostly because he’s afraid of what failure might mean about who he is. Because of this, he absolutely hates losing, even in things that don’t matter—and he’ll work himself to the bone trying to prove he’s good enough. But he does have limits; he knows when to back off, especially when someone he respects or admires ask him to.

Beneath his teasing and bravado is someone desperate to hold the attention of a world that taught him to fight for it. He takes everything personally, even when he pretends not to, and would quickly be defensive if someone questioned his worth or abilities. It’s not that he needs to be the best at everything, but he needs to matter, to be unmistakably present in people’s minds. Like his disdain for losing, he craves praise not out of vanity, but out of a fear that silence means he’s failed.

Fire is surprisingly gentle with the people he cares about. He listens more than people think, even if he pretends not to. There's a tenderness in the way he tends to wounded creatures, or the way he stays up late to guard someone else’s sleep despite his reluctance. He’s sensitive, though he’d never admit it, it often shows in the way his anger fades just as quickly as it rises. He can be clumsy with his affection, too intense or too blunt, but it always comes from a place of earnest, wholehearted care.

For all his bluster and rough edges, Fire is not cruel—just passionate. His loyalty burns fierce, and his spirit is unbreakable, forged in pressure and held together by the hope that someone, someday, will love him not in spite of the mess, but because of it.

LIKES
physical training and sparring, weaponry, competitions, sunrises/sunsets, traveling, animals, physical affection, music, sweet potatoes

DISLIKES
authority, unsolicited advice, stillness and silence, deception, being pitied, the dark, raw meat and fish, bland food









o

ther.





01.
Fire began his combat training at an exceptionally young age, learning to wield both short-ranged and long-ranged weapons with equal skill. Under a firm hand and and relentless discipline, the art of war became second nature to him, leaving no room for weakness in his skills.

02.
Though his dancing is barely adequate, Fire is a surprisingly gifted musician, particularly on the violin.

03.
Despite his fearsome strength and commanding presence, Fire is actually terrified of the dark… or rather what’s in it. At night, he always carries a small candlelight with him. But if he ever loses it or it goes out? You need to keep your distance, because Fire panics fast and punches faster.

04.
He thrives in the early hours of the day, feeling most energized and alert at sunrise. While others might groggily roll out of bed, Fire is already up and ready for action, often using the quiet morning hours for intense training or personal reflection.

05.
If an area is too quiet for him, then Fire will start humming under his breath to fill the void. Most of the time, the melodies aren’t recognizable songs, just a bunch of notes that Fire thought would sound good at the moment.

06.
He’s weak against compliments. When someone praises him, he gets flustered and avoid eye contact, maybe even laugh awkwardly or deflect the praise by making a joke. But underneath it all, he clings to every kind word like it’s gold.

07.
He seems to be excited about taking advantage of the show's anonymity, and how he's no longer bound by the real world's interference.










g

allery.
































♡coded by uxie♡
 



⋆ ───────────────────────── ✦ ───────────────────────── ⋆​

EARTH
⋆ ───────────────────────── ✦ ───────────────────────── ⋆​


INFO





Face Claim
Baekgu - 11336
Gender
Male
Height
6'0
Sexuality
Bisexual
Hair Color
Brown
Eye Color
Brown
Facts
Hums folk songs while working

Carries a small bag of soil from Crelia

Prefers silence over small talk

Hates coffee but drinks it

Always loses at card games







PERSONALITY




Earth is the embodiment of quiet strength. He is unshakable, dependable, and naturally nurturing. Rooted in a deep sense of duty and compassion, he has spent most of his life putting others first, offering a steady presence and a shoulder to lean on without ever asking for anything in return. His calm demeanor can make him seem reserved but beneath the surface lies a deeply emotional core that he’s long kept hidden to carry the weight of those around him.

Though loyal to a fault, Earth is no longer content being everyone’s sanctuary while never having one of his own. Joining the show is his first step in choosing himself. He wants to fight for something that belongs to him, to be seen not just as support, but as someone deserving of love and care.

 
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Earth


Role: Earth.
FC: 'The Broken Ring'.
Hair Color: Black.
Eye Color: Green.

Height: 6'0" (181 cm).
Gender: Female (she/her).
Sexuality: Pansexual.

Likes:
- Horses; She has a Clydesdale named Mister.
- Cloud watching; She enjoys pointing out the ones that look like carrots.
- Day dreaming; She likes thinking about the carrot clouds.
- Gardening; She has a plot of land dedicated to cultivating different colors of carrots.
- Carrots.

Dislikes:
- Rhubarb; The bitterness never leaves her tongue.
- Being indoors for too long; She feels anxious or trapped at times.
- Pulling on tangled hair; It really stings.
- Heels; As pretty as they are, they also really sting.
- Candles that have no scent; All they needed was a little bit of flower petals to reach their highest potential.

Personality: The best way to describe Earth was simple; she was always a little lost. Not just in direction, though that too; maps may as well have been blank pages and signs written in cipher. Her focus, what little of it wasn’t drifting off into the clouds, was often spent on not toppling into strangers while balancing on heels that felt more like stilts. A walking hazard, truly - but one dressed in fancy garments. Despite the muted hues of her wardrobe - taupes, creams, the occasional dusty rose- she somehow stood out in every room, typically due to her height.

Standing in the ballroom with her shoulders slightly back and a bounce in her step that threatened her balance, Earth tried her best not to tumble over anyone nearby. Grace was something she admired in others - marveled at, really. The way people glided in heels, held champagne glasses like collectibles, stood still without fidgeting - it was art. And Earth loved art. She wasn’t timid, not in the slightest. In fact, she adored meeting new people, especially given her people-watching height, telling them how stunning they looked, complimenting their shoes, their earrings, their posture - anything that caught her wandering eye. Bubbly and warm, she greeted strangers like old friends and admired everyone like they were stars in the night sky.

But her height made it all a little tricky. One wrong step in heels and she’d nearly trip over her own enthusiasm. She apologized just as quickly, with a sheepish laugh and a wink, brushing herself off and carrying on like nothing had happened. Because even if she didn’t quite fit into the polished perfection of the ballroom, Earth was too full of life to ever feel small.

A bit rugged around the edges, but a country lady at heart, Earth moves through the world with a pleasant, contagious curiosity. She loves people - helping them, watching them, uncovering what makes each soul a little different from the next.

She’s with a laugh that rings out like wind chimes and a habit of tripping over her own feet when she gets too excited. A little ditzy at times - she once watered her fake plants for a month straight - but it’s that very scatterbrained charm that makes her, well, her. She gives tight hugs, forgets why she walked into rooms, and names every animal she meets like they’re old friends. There’s a hope tucked between her wide eyes and easy smile - that someone might look at her the way she looks at everyone else. That one day, someone might see the patchwork of kindness, resilience, and fickle clumsiness stitched together in her heart and think: that’s the one.

Misc:
- Her strange obsession with carrots stems from wanting to treat Mister and the rest of her horses to the best meals possible; she claims they deserve fine dining too, even if it’s just root vegetables.

- She once attended a tea party and, thinking it genius, tried to stash sugar cubes in her chatelaine belt to bring back for her horses. But by the time she got home, they had melted. Mister wasn't pleased.

- She keeps a greenhouse within her home where she lovingly tends to her roses each morning. Her favorites are the mixed color varieties - the ones that can’t seem to decide what color they want to be, so they chose them all.

- Clumsy in a ballroom, often toppling over mid curtsy and forgetting steps; but given a crossbow in the wild, the winter game fear her.

- Loves the idea of love; though her view on it is most likely unrealistic.




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02
03
  • Basic Info
    Role
    Light
    Faceclaim
    Eiland (Fields of Mistria)
    Hair Color
    Light Pink
    Eye Color
    Red-Pink
    Height
    5'11" | 181cm
    Gender
    Male
    Sexuality
    Demisexual
    01
    Preferences
    Likes
    morning, flowers, libraries, stories, happy endings, math, singing in the baths because the acoustics are great, food, desserts for his second stomach, poison, legends
    Dislikes
    low effort, two-faced people, tragedies, being hungry…, getting lost, people who don’t respect boundaries, destructiveness, arranged marriages, other people getting poisoned (oops)
    02
    Personality
    Light was always a kind and gentle soul at heart. Though over the years he had learned that kindness is a virtue that can assist all but naivete is a double-edged sword that can harm your loved ones as well. He is still bright and gentle as the alias he has taken, he is still pragmatic and has a realistic view that not everyone deserves the kindness that you want to give them. And while he is generous with his kindness, he is not above slamming a lid over someone’s hands with a smile for trying to take advantage of that. Especially when others try to harm his friends and family. Surprisingly, even though Light is open with his affectionate actions and bright personality, he is fairly careful with his words. He considers words of affection to be heavy as a promise and is careful with offering them. But those who know him understand that those words are genuine and aren’t spoken lightly. While Light is a dreaming romantic at heart, his words of love are solemn as an oath. And for all the air of maturity and gentleness he tries to maintain, he still has his moments. He has random moments of stubbornness where he won’t give in even when his friends or family ask him to think about it a little more. Once he sets his mind on something, after considerable thought, he often doesn’t budge because he feels like he already rationalized all the logistics by himself anyway. Usually it’s minor and odd acts of stubbornness, but Light does admit that his more rational mind might have blacked out for his most major and recent act of rebellion…
    01
    Basics
Code by Nano
 
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