Selene Von Verträumte Rose

The Crimson Gold Idol of Nocturne

Physical Characteristics:

Race: [Humie], [Mazoku]
Sex: [Female]
Hair: [Blonde]
Eyes: [Crimson]
Skin: [Ghostly]
Face: [Girly]
Height: [Average]
Bust: [Flat]
Hips: [Plain]
Butt: [Smol]
Fitness: [Slim]

Standing at 167cm (some of the time anyways and disregarding any unfortunate accidents of birth), a delicate vessel with skin like porcelain, hair of long loose gold, and eyes like bloody roses! Somewhat pointed ears that can catch the sound of a pin dropping with complete ease! A true symbol of vampiric majesty given cold and perfect flesh!
Once, my form was truly splendid, drawing covetous gazes from men and women alike but ever since those Mazoku genetics of mine began to assert themselves, I've found that my figure will fill and deplete with the amount of Arka I have stored within my body! Vexing but never much of a problem so long as I'm careful, which is not great but good enough! The demoralizing effect of being forced into the body of a stripling girl is damaging enough to my psyche...
Finally, there are the parts that I keep hidden under illusions... jet black horns that are curling and grooved, reminiscent of some strange goat's, slightly warm to the touch despite the usual chill of undeath. If there's any consolation, they're not quite large enough to get in the way of my day-to-day. The wings are membranous, even leathery, reminiscent of the adorable bats I keep as pets! I'd be happier if there weren't six of the bastard things coming out of my back though! And then there's the tail! A whip-like and sinuous thing that terminates into a pointed tip. Usually kept wrapped around my leg or around my waist as a belt if I don't feel like disguising it. Any information that you hear about it opening up into some strange orifice is a filthy lie!

F.M.S.U.:

[Everwet]
[Arka Tanks x4]
[Semen Demon]
[Curse of A Thousand Maidens]
[Hyper Fertility]
[Life, Uh, Finds A Way]
[Breeding Season]
[Resting Smug Face]
[Localized Regen]
[Love Nectar]
[Eggz] New
[Clutch] New

O-okay, look. Mazoku genetics are a mysterious thing. Th-their Celestial nature m-means that the designs that went into their creation are beyond our limited c-comprehension! As such, I have curious...needs, habits, and appetites that seem strange and l-lewd but are perfectly normal! Recent accidental consumption of demonic entities did nothing to help! N-now! It's best that we not linger on these and move on! Y-yes, right now! STOP READING!
Why does it feel like something's gone...off? Just plain wonky?

G.R.M.:

[Tasty Fate]
[Monster Mash x1] + [Ubermensch]
[Unusual Eyes]
[Undead]
[Bio-Immortal]
[Regeneration]
[Vampire] + [Vampire Lord]
[Kyuu]
[Horns]
[Arithmomania] + [Invitation]
[Demon Core]
[Changeling]
[Claws]
[Doublethink]
[Mushi] + [Sleigh Beggy]
[Wings] + [Seraph x2]
[Dulluhan]

While I'm only half of one, my Mazoku heritage is especially strong, I've found! Nothing a-a few layered illusions won't fix, though! Stacking them helps with the A-[Arka Tanks] issue that would otherwise make me look like some kind of Elven b-broodmother too.
Though I am exceptionally proud to be of Nocturne's night-bound nobility, I will admit that there are a misguided few who will not bow their heads before their betters as they should and would even bear arms against me. For that, I've gained a curious ability to change my body and mimic that of a wingless Tenshi. Keeping the prey unaware until it's time to strike is natural for a predator such as myself! Don't bother asking where the halo comes from and or goes, I'm not too sure myself and I can never seem to get rid of the thing in my other form after a certain cupid put it on my head...
Speaking of the head, I was beheaded exactly once and it never quite sat back on right on my neck. Undeath is strange like that.

U.T.T.:

[Perfect Pussy]
[Lovers Lab]
[Porn Physics]
[Divine Pregnancy]
[Back Support]
[Contortionist]
[Mr Clean] + [World Clean]
[Void of Corruption]
[Tamed Shark ]
[Flavour Town]
[Long Tongue]
[Tail Pussy]

GOLLY GEE, NOTHING TO SEE HERE! LET'S MOVE ON!

Spawn Point:

[Nocturne]

Player Count:

[10,000 People]

Afterlife:

[Mastema - Arbiter of Sanctuary]

Afterlife Timer:

[1 Year]

Death Mods:

[Chosen] + [Corrupted Vision]
[Aww Shit]
[Reincarnation]
[Here We Go Again]
[Convenient Backstory]
[Imōto Apocalypto] + [Imōto Kataklizmo] + [Imōto Armageddon] + [Onee-Chan Ichiban]
[Remuneration]
[Equivalent Exchange] + [Death Parade]

My mouth might have written a few checks after a recent brush with death b-but on the bright side, the length of my stay in the afterlife doesn't matter if I never die!

Banes:

[Humanity]
[Maō]
[Fate Dynamo]
[The Adoring Fan]
[Ahegao] + [Dere Dere] + [Yan Yan]
[Chūni Deluxe]
[Damsel]
[Conspicuous] + [Attention Whore]
[Pride]
[Zetsubou]
[Masochist]
[Lightweight]
[Sadist]
[Femininity]
[Calamity Magnet] + [Beast Bait]
[Dankest Dungeons]
[Hephaestus’ Curse]
[Reap What You Sow]
[Mark Of Failure]
[Medal Of Honor]
[Gaijin Goon] New
[Full Party Required] New

Oddly enough, I don't find these too bad! A few of them I'm actually rather used to! Sure, that [Damsel] thing might be a double-edged sword, that bit with the a-animals makes life a bit h-harder, dungeon exploration is right out, m-my dating prospects might lead t-to murder s-suicides, my clothes are a tad more f-fragile than expected, there's s-some crazed Chūni a-assassin out f-for my h-head, an e-elf who wants m-more than my h-head...
H-honestly, I feel th-this could be w-worse! I can still turn this a-around, bit-by-bit! It'll be good for tempering myself! The strongest Vampire Lady requires an appropriate crucible!
Seriously, something MUST be wrong. Can't you feel that-?! L-like something in me is stretching...

Boons

[Hush Money]
[Tasty Prof]
[Darkvision]
[HUD] + [Status]
[Hammerspace Inventory]
[Torpor]
[Permanence]
[Max Charisma]
[Destiny Drive]
[Aura’s Veil]
[Hero] + [Demon Lord]
[Soul Split] + [Wisdom Incarnate] + [Great Sage] + [Age Shift]
[Nuru Nuru~]
[Flavour Flay] + [Sensory Overdose]
[Transmog]
[Relative Realism]
[Talk To Me]
[Lucky!]
[Final Journey]
[Galvanized] New
[Super Seducer] New
[Divine Intervention] New
[Frens] New

Some useful boons that make life a tad better, you know? For starters, I can regain that dynamite body I was so proud of before Mazoku genetics cruelly robbed me! Enhanced sensation! Limited telepathy! Supernatural luck AND pluck! My talents blind even myself sometimes~! A few of these perks also make it easier for me to blend into crowds or split myself to be in more than one place at once! Well, blend in about as well as a diva like me can anyways! The beauty, talent, and grace that I radiate naturally dazzles and draws the eyes of all~! Ohohoho!
Tch! I guess there's that high-off-his-own-sauce idiot Tenshi too but let's not worry about him! He'll help me out of a pinch but never has anything good to say and would it kill him to sleep more?! Looks like a winged Tanuki! Scared I'm about to be mugged when he turns up!
There it is again! What the hell is going on?! Astrape?! What do you mean you don't know?! This is clearly-!

Items:

[Riftgate Licence]
[Servant] + [Soulbound]
[Starting Bonus]
[Shekels]
[Infinity Bag]
[Squire]
[Endless Polaroid]
[A Home] + [A Manor] + [Regal Upgrade] + [Service]
[Tab Leet]
[Switch]
[Solar Charger]
[Entertainment]
[It’s Only Game]
[Runman]
[Portable Arka Core]
[Home Sweet Tome]
[Spectacles] New
[Concentrated Blood Vial] x10 New

A bodyguard, helper, an actual home, my beautiful arka-guitar focus, and some fun little toys to keep me amused on my free time!
I've always been fascinated with the idea of the of the terrible vampire waiting for challengers to attempt to breach their castle, the setting sun above being the timer they have to defeat the vampire's loyal servants before the castle's lord descends upon them with terrible fury and bloodlust! That is not where I am right now but I hope to build up to that with this!
You know your girl had to go out and get some provisions- Oh, the glasses? I dunno. Hecate wanted them.

Proficiencies:

Bardism 5
Agility 4
Light 4
Dark 4
Luck 4
Charisma 4
Endurance 3
Arcane 3
Illusion 3
Sex 3
Combat 2
Strength 2
Beast Mastery 2
Strategy 2
Summoning 2 New
Durability 1 New
Elemental 1 New

As you can probably tell, I was born for the stage! Song is my medium of choice and will deliver bountiful joys and withering curses as I deem fit! Or simply act as a weapon in and of itself! That aside, I am impressively fast and alluring for a vampire! Have a great grasp of Light and Dark, some skill with the Arcane, and knowledge of the rudiments of Elemental magic! Lucky to boot!
S-sadly, I've found that I am every bit as fragile as I am gorgeous so investing in myself and in some competent help has been my focus as of late, if only to ensure I won't come apart at the seams if I'm tapped lightly while I try to build my immortal body up.
I-I was a tad lacking in durability in my youth but never to this extent...It likely has to do with the self-experimentation as of late...It's shameful to admit as a proud Vampire Lady but I cannot afford to go charging ahead at the head of a raiding party as would be expected of a member of my House and indeed, my own instincts beckon. I must increase my abilities as soon as I can! It's a bit better now! My flesh is a tad bit more solid than it was before!
H-huh? S-Sex? F-female of course! It'd just be strange to have that as a p-p-proficiency~ L-let's move on, shall we?
THERE! Freaking there! See?! Metabolizing? You can metabolize a succubus-?! Make it stop! What do you mean you "can't UNdigest a succubus"-?!"

Servant

Louiza "Loulou" Boone

Race: [Okami], [Humie]
Sex: [Female]
Hair: [White]
Eyes: [Amber]
Skin: [Pale]
Face: [Feminine]
Height: [Average]
Bust: [Large]
Hips: [Thicc]
Butt: [Large]
Fitness: [Fit]

F.M.S.U.:

[Everwet]
[Curse of A Thousand Maidens]
[Hyper Fertility]
[Breeding Season]
[Resting Smug Face]
[Localized Regen]
[Love Nectar]

G.R.M.:

[Claws]
[Dhampir]
[Kyuu]
[Regeneration]
[Bio-Immortal]
[Invitation]
[Monster Mash x1] + [Ubermensch]
[Aqua Affinity]
[Pain Zero]
[Mushi] + [Sleigh Beggy]
[Auxiliary Systems]

U.T.T.:

[Perfect Pussy]
[Porn Physics]
[Divine Pregnancy]
[Back Support]
[Contortionist]
[Mr Clean]
[World Clean]
[Tamed Shark ]
[Flavour Town]
[Long Tongue]

Spawn Point:

[Nocturne]

Banes:

[Awoo]
[Humanity]
[Fate Dynamo]
[Ahegao]
[Chūni Deluxe]
[Damsel]
[No Metagaming]
[Masochist]
[Lightweight]
[Femininity]
[Masculinity]
[The Fool]
[The Chivalrous]
[Calamity Magnet]
[Hephaestus’ Curse]
[Mark Of Failure]
[Bestial]
[Medal Of Honor]
[Continental EXTACY]

Boons:

[Darkvision]
[Permanence]
[Destiny Drive]
[Man Portions] New
[Hero] + [Demon Lord]
[Hammerspace Inventory] + [Gate Of Babylon] + [Remote Capture]
[Inconspicuous]
[Ooga Booga]
[Flavour Flay] + [Sensory Overdose]
[Final Journey]
[Relative Realism]
[Talk To Me]

Proficiencies

Spatial 5
Durability 4
Combat 4
Strength 3
Agility 3
Endurance 2
Smithing 2

My [Servant] and first maid. Loulou is in charge of my protection and has faithfully kept me whole and hearty since I was naught but a girl struggling to keep up with my elder sister's raiding. Frankly, if she were not a Dhampir and thus unable to take on the family name, I'd consider her more of a sister to me than my actual ones!
Loulou can be...intense. A reading diet of chivalric romances have skewed her perceptions and expectations! She WILL talk your ear off if left to do so so she usually has to wear the muzzle when things get really bad! Or when the howling starts. She's a dumb puppy who won't strike an enemy in the back like a respectable vampire would but she's my dumb puppy...

Summoned Beasts & Darling Pets

I intend to have a Pactbeast for every version of myself, a summon that we can call upon through a Black Rite, which should make it far more potent than one we should be capable of. With some practice, I found that while I can't brute force a summoning, calling on portions or watered down abilities of a Pactbeast is more than possible.
As it stands, I can't decide who is going to have the one we've currently made but that's something to worry about hen we think it's complete.

Gashaodokuro

Pros: Only limits are my imagination, surprisingly stealthy for a skeleton the size of a castle
Cons: Needs shadows to manifest, consumes bones and my blood,
A giant skeleton made up of 108 bones specially treated with my heart's blood and literally every scrap of bone I've been able to get my hands on, creating a towering undead powerhouse that can strike from any shadow I touch!
Not much for conversation or noise of any kind really. Maybe due to the fact that I chased off any lingering shade or spirit that might have colored it's creation, the poor thing doesn't have much of a consciousness to speak of as of yet. Ill have to raise it carefully before it can properly be join the ranks of greater undead.
As mentioned before, I require shadows to call it up but being made from darkness and ensorceled bone makes it incredibly malleable, freely shifting it's bony limbs into whatever shape I envision. Nobody expects a fist the size of a train car to come hurtling at them from out of the dark! I find the other shapes usually have a decidedly morbid bent, though, creating iron maidens and other such implements of torture or execution. My favourite are the bone wheels! They look like they're having so much fun!
Pact Price: Bones. Piles of them. Oh and my blood.
Intoner Mode:

Captain Caoineag and her Ghost Ship

Pros:
Cons: HATES, HATES ME, bit of a on track mind, gradually regaining intelligence and sense of self
Specially raised from the dead with a little nudging and swiftly bound up with all the necromantic power I could conjure up. I was pleasantly surprised to find all that arka she soaked in brought this greenish flame to life. Well, a kind of half-life, as this wrathful shade is VERY much dead.
Frankly, she hates me. Whoever murdered her and sank her ship likely bears a striking resemblance to me. Or me to them, as I suspect one of my ancestors might be the culprit, given how she attempts to attack me and shake off my will. And the fact that my manor is right above her watery grave. Fat chance I'm letting either happen.
Spectral green flames
Pact Price: Souls. Absorbing other phantoms into the ship causes it to repair and even improve itself,not to mention empowers the Captain herself.
Intoner Mode

Items of Interest

Instruments, weapons, and other things I collected throughout my time in Harahel! I expect this part of the list to grow bit by bit!

Misericordia

My premier focus and a gift made and given to me by Arc herself! An arka guitar built specifically to help with blending my various magical disciplines, freeing up some of that mental bandwidth that would be much better spent elsewhere. Quite useful for scheming or dealing with troublesome issues that can't be resolved through words. My go-to instrument of choice.
Twelve argent strings of unknown material sit on
The thing seems harder than any material I've ever seen and can easily crush bone and stone alike with not a scratch on it's glossy, reflective surface! As expected of an Arbiter's work! Ahhh, I adore it!

Saevitia

Another gift but not granted by an Arbiter, instead, it was another from Earth who forged this heavy bronze arka-based-bass to my (loosely interpreted) instructions. Frankly, it seems far too big, too heavy, too rough to be called an instrument! the complete opposite of my Misericordia.
A six-stringed behemoth that looks exactly like the love child of a cello and a barbarian's axe, likely a result of the wildly aggressive little smith's secret desire to be dragged off by such. The fact that it's body seems to terminate into a stylized single-edged blade all but confirms the theory. It really does look like it was hacked from a single piece of copper and I would assume as such if I didn't have a firm grasp of it's usefulness as both a weapon and implement of music. Even it's six bronzed strings feel rough to the touch!
It seems almost as tough as my other arka-guitar but I don't feel the need to test that if I can avoid it.

Amphitrite

This one isn't mine. Rather, it's a weapon I've borrowed from Mother Dearest. Given to her by my grandmother when she proved particularly adept at bardic magic. It took a LOT of cajoling and pestering to get her to part with it and she's been on my case about it since! So the casing she kept it in broke when I used it to defend myself from some puppet monster! So what?! It's a weapon! It's meant to be used to defend my life! Not even a scratch on it! She's even making a new one for herself, so what's the big deal?! Complaints aside, it's been quite useful...
While Amphitrite works wonders as a polearm, it's true purpose is twofold. Amplification of a bard's voice to increase the range of their magic through the "microphone" atop it and to ease the control of water magic. Or it should. Lacking as I am in control of most of the elemental methods of will-working, dark magic seems to work just as well but gives it a quality like seawater. No too sure WHY but serves me fine!
While it might appear to be a rather morbid thing, a spear that has it's blade protruding from a grotesque monstrous skull, the haft being it's blackened weathered spine, it honestly looks kind of goofy to me. What kind of stupid-looking beast was this thing made from? I presume some kind of sea creature but that can't be entirely right from actually holding it with my own two hands, feeling vibration run through the thing. I could swear the whole thing, from tip to shaft, had been carved from a singular piece of bone. I'll have to ask Mother more about that when I return the thing.

Morte Lumina

While the tools above were gifts or on loan, these are more spoils of war, taken from the trembling hands of a vampire hunter who presumed my reputation as one of the gentlest Lords of Nocturne to mean I'm an easy mark! They've paid the ransom to have their idiot scion back but I will admit I've been dragging my feet on returning this heirloom! It's REALLY fun to play with! They had a name from some progenitor of their clan but the killing light I saw aimed for my neck is far more apt! Plus, the other one is a mouthful!
They appear as a humble but finely crafted set of brown leather gloves embossed with some rare spider in Encore that I have no interest in. Things get more interesting at the cuffs, what might be presumed to only be some metallic cuffs are some kind of device that absorbs arka and unspools it as some form of ghostly thread. I'd love to reproduce the effect but it's clear whatever magic causes that is Spatial, well out of my expertise. What really matters is the utility of the thing! Sticky threads that cling and bind! Sharp threads that cleave like the sharpest swords! They're fun AND useful!
I've noted that particularly old masterwork items might develop personalities or even wills of their own depending on their usage and whatnot and I've felt a curious resistance from this one. Like it's doing its best to slow the magic I channel through it! The resistance gets so bad sometimes, that it will even slip off my hands of their own accord! I know it's not a matter of size, rather, I think the thing just hates vampires! Loulou didn't seem to report the same issues when I lent it to her or so I think I might just let her or Emily hang onto it and have something more useful to me made. A weapon that hates vampires wielded to guard one! Funny, no?

Mitis Pluvia

A trophy taken from some form of demented harpist under a rainy darkling sky! I try not to use it too often as there may be some lingering magic about it that may or may not a lingering death curse but I could simply be paranoid...
Frankly, it's a rather strange thing. A Kantele-Harp with
I wonder what it's made of?

Bronte

This one is more of an idea than something concrete, an instrument I intend to have made for me in the future. I'm not even entirely sure if it's possible to create and I'm pretty far from actually completing it. Still, the bare bones design is there and I've managed to collect a fair bit of the "raw materials" necessary to see that I have a set of drums made that can withstand my magic. I'm...rather delicate so I had a plan to use these as largely defensive items, controlling concussive blasts of magic to dampen blows onto my person. Assuming I could time it right with a rhythm, I theorized that I could nullify most spells and even physical attacks with thunderous sounds!
What I had envisioned was seven drums that would have the Pleiades demonically possessing each one, allowing them a degree of autonomy much like that Frostbite I found. I had intended to have them linked, floating behind me through demonically charged magnetism but frankly? It's been difficult to find a smith with the skill, discretion, and breeding to bring my vision to life...

Vahagn

Another gift but one who's origins I've yet to place. The thing seems to be a hunting horn of some kind fit for a dragon slayer, as the numerous majestic engravings on it would suggest. Nearly a meter and a half in length and oddly light, it still seems sturdy enough to be used as a club.
While I've yet to put it to proper use, [Status] informs me that it's a focus for bardic magic with the following special effect: the sound is particularly grating and painful for reptiles and dragons. Lesser dragons and wyverns would sooner flee than face it unless they have no other choice; true dragons and strong-willed examples of their (alleged) degenerate kin may persist, but the pain of the noise makes it difficult for them to read their surroundings, disorienting them as long as they are within the radius and preventing them from directly targeting the user.
While I had assumed the things was made of metal, closer inspection reveals the thing seems to be carved from some especially tough bone with the ornaments some kind of metallic inlay. Frankly, I wonder who used to own it. Maybe some kind of dragon-tamer? Would certainly explain why it looked like an oversized whistle. A dragon-slaying knight? Either way, finders-keepers!

Spells & Abilities

What spells I've managed to cobble together for myself in this new unlife.

Lacrima

A mainstay spell of mine, performed by sheer accident as I struck a sour note trying to play with broken, bleeding fingers. It harnesses arka imbued within sweet sounds and gives it a wicked edge. As it was the only spell I truly knew growing up, long practice has gone into making it as versatile as possible and I can weave it into nearly anything I'm playing, provided I have a suitable focus. This allows my spells to have a more offensive quality to them, turning breathy lyrics or struck chords into piercing bolts, rending cuts, and bludgeoning force!
The mechanics of it are rather mystifying even for me. Am I amplifying the sound itself to make it harmful? Am I forming some kind pocket of air that is made sharp through magical manipulation? I have no idea but I intend to investigate it thoroughly when I'm able to join (or infiltrate) a magical institution.
They often appear as shapes of auric scarlet as they fall upon my chosen target or that's how I've perceived them anyways! I've been told most only see the results AFTER the fact. Hard to keep up with the speed of sound for most!

Devil’s Seed

An accident that I've managed to salvage, if only somewhat. I had hoped to strum something out quickly to help settle my mind and take my thoughts out of that damnable aching need I feel now and again but only half-succeeded. Where a neutral "seed" should have lain in wait in my opponent's body to grow into a greater boon or withering hex, I've only managed to make them desperately aroused. Why? I'd like to know myself!
This song inflicts a Charm effect on my enemies, sapping their willingness to harm me or my (far less charming) allies, feeding on the arka saturated in my songs to exacerbate this effect and leech away at their desire to do battle.
What I had intended for it to be was a subtle curse that left behind a kernel of arka that would intensify the effects of my spells on a target, amplifying the beneficial or worsening of someone's condition still further by "blooming" on another application of magical music. A little bit of insurance against hated enemies and fair-weather friends alike.
As you might imagine, I try not to use this too much. Sure, having my foes fall to their knees to beg for release is nice but it's just a tad bit embarrassing, you know? I should see this having a greater effect once I've tweaked it appropriately...
As the whole point of the spell is for it to be insidious, there isn't much effect until it's "bloomed", in which case, I've found it tends to spark into a shower of hearts and rose petals before the target's eyes become drawn to yours truly. Assuming they weren't there already~!

Lament of Starlit Nights

A cousin of mine once told me of a mountain in the southern lands of Nocturne that pierced high above the clouds and the Mugenmiya's conjured gloom, allowing one to see the untouched sky. Some stars glimmer there that shine like suns all on their own but do not correspond to any other constellation one should see on Harahel, or so I'm told! Though, given how bright they're said to be, they might just be the last thing you see!
This spell robs the light from the eyes of its victims, rendering them blind for a short time. I've found it especially useful when used against large groups as sudden blindness truly makes a chaotic mess of things when crossbow bolts or spears are flying about! Rather taxing when it comes to arka consumption, however.
This spell is usually heralded by several twinkling stars that quickly wink out while taking the rest of the world with it, as far as my enemies can tell!

Summons of a Raving Moon

Moving hearts and stirring passions is what is expected of music, no? What passion can even come close to the frenzied rage of a vampire? And what if that passion could be shared? This spell answers these questions and more, bringing out the raw primal fury that lurks behind the eyes of everything under the sky!
This spell robs its victims of their reason, increasing the strength and ferocity of those who listen to it, reducing them to murderous berserkers. Naturally, I don't have the desire to bolster their durability so you can expect them to hurt themselves and others as they rage for a while! Especially funny to do to groups, let me tell ya'~!
Quite taxing on the arka reserves so I've only really ever used it a few times and I can't seem to get it to work right on those with particularly strong mental defences and iron wills. Once I do, I'm going to be an even bigger threat to all who would harm me...
Supposedly, it creates a bright red full moon somewhere behind me and in the eyes of those afflicted but that's according to Loulou. I can make sure that I'm not affected myself unless I want to be but I'm usually more focused on getting the hell out of the way!

Hell Frozen Partita

Like the freezing rain that falls near endlessly in the northern mountain borders of Nocturne, my music does not permit anything beyond itself, cracking defences or shoring up the natural obstacles as it falls pitilessly upon the living, the dead, and everything in between. The purpose of this song is two-fold, to strengthen the bodies of my allies and to steadily leech the strength from the bodies of my foes, leaving their mortal shells feeling as brittle and sensitive to touch as frail sheets of glossy rime.

On Jet Black Wings

I have a great fondness for all of Nocturne's various bat species but they all share something in common. They're quite rowdy! Flapping around in a cacophonous mess that drowns out damn near everything! But I got to thinking. With the little darling's sensitivity to sound, could one not use it as a method to control or direct them?
This spell is used to coordinate the swarms of enthralled bats I keep, enabling them to complete complex maneuvers as a swarm. Sadly, as individuals, they're still just flighted mammals, meaning besides the orders that suppress their breeding instincts, (VERY IMPORTANT) I can't and won't expect a great deal from them.
I've found that the larger, undead bats I keep have a habit of harmonizing with me as I cast it, to the point where the adorable little things act almost like radios. I'll have to find a way to capitalize on it later, maybe in home defence...?

Tranquil Howling

Orison For The Ill-Fated

Originally a poem meant for the family who once held the Rose Manor and the rest of my House's lands. their clan and name has long since been rendered extinct by the hands of my father but I found it moving enough to transcribe it to song. Took forever to get it out of the library, no mean feat considering what hangs around there...
A solemn piece that renders the affected completely mute when it works and disrupts the flow of arka in their body to make it too volatile for them to use! Or that's what it SHOULD be doing...! I...don't have the best control of this spell yet, which is to say, I have no confidence in not causing a micro explosion when casting it, creating a risk of blowing the target and/or myself a new blow hole on every attempt. Naturally, I don't use this without Hecate's help and easy access to more arka...
I often wonder about the poor devils that once owned this manor. Supposedly the defeat and death of their Overlord through some unrelated means was what led to their destruction and some records left in the library (thankfully untouched by the years and only a little scorched) imply that the Von Verträumte Rose were a subordinate family to theirs. Judging from the blue roses that still grow in our territory, they were likely to have been accomplished alchemists. To think they would simply fade away from unliving memory so easily...Father's transformation into an Overlord cannot come soon enough.

Striding on Azurine Clouds

I've found that among the elements I have gained some understanding and control over, lightning comes to me most readily, likely a hold over from the overcharged succubus I defeated. While I'm told Wind spells are the best for improving one's speed in the air, this seems to work just fine to put some pep in one's step. I've discovered that I'm even able to alter the polarities and inflict a slowing effect on those I deem...less than amenable.
As one would expect, this spell wreathes its targets in a crackling corona of violet and blue lightning that drags the benefactor forward on a bolt of electric magic, bringing the sound of rolling thunder upon stopping! Worthless for stealthy maneuvers!
Not too taxing to use but VERY conspicuous! No chance of turning but blows wind spells out of the water and even turns can be dealt with so long as i have something to stop and launch myself off of!
Maybe because it's more of a skill I assimilated into myself but I find it especially easy to use and imbue, even able to add it to certain foods and drinks! Sadly, I can only do so at half-strength to avoid spoiling any other spells or whatnot that might be in the consumable carrying it.

Fiendish Pinnacle: Advent of Cantillation or Intoner Mode

Another accident. It had been an attempt at simultaneous casting that went very much off the rails, causing me to lose an arm, strike everything around me stone dead, and require a month of slow recovery. These songs are Black Rites, far too dangerous to be used unless I've exhausted every other option to protect my life and purity! As I easily grow absentminded mid-performance and to avoid any security breaches, I have only included the most bare-bones description and the feelings invoked in me during practice. The fact that I was able to articulate what I felt at all is impressive! Thoughts are difficult when using this great spell as in performing it I give way entirely to some other part of myself lost in the grips of some overpowering emotion. I have managed to use it in the throes of great anger but it was a hollow and malformed melody that failed to produce the destruction I need it to! The power I'd have access to once this is in a more stable form...

  1. The First Verse "Astrape"
    Surging Pride. Comradery. Thunder and Valor.
  2. The Second Verse "Metis"
    Heartfelt Affection. A Mother's Love. A Maiden's Heart Bared.
  3. The Third Verse "Eos"
    Chained Mania. Venom and Fangs. Forespoken Wrath.
  4. The Fourth Verse "Pandia"
    An Uncaged Heart. Irrepressible Malice. Thirst For Self Destruction
  5. The Fifth Verse "Hecate"
    *An Unbroken Wheel. Death and Rebirth. Stifling Silence.
  6. The Sixth Verse "Selene"
    An Arrow At the End of It's Flight. Fleeting Hopes. Oblivion.

Draining Kiss

Skill inherited from the succubus, Nevan, her ability to sap the strength of others has been added to my repertoire after I slew her and took her essence. Thankfully, it does not need an actual kiss to trigger. Any bodily contact with my victim-to-be will serve. The rub of it is that intimate contact will of course make it more efficacious. As expected of a succubus...
From some experimentation, I've found that the strength absorbed includes the arka of my targets, making this an excellent (if sensitive) way to recoup arka on the fly with no time to rest or after a large drain on my reserves.

Evil Gaze

Skill inherited from the succubus, Nevan, the beguiling eyes that succubi and vampires alike are said to have in common. While I will admit my gaze had a hypnotic effect before, this skill has certainly amplified it somewhat. As one would expect from the skill of a demon like this, seduction is what would modulate its effects but singing will do the job just fine.
Using sight as a medium for spellcasting is common in my family and my father is especially well-known for its use. Seeing as how I am not as blessed as my sisters in that department, sound is where my domain lies but this is a nice skill to keep in the pocket should I need something done and the usual means of coercion are unavailable to me.

Shadow Walk

Skill inherited from the succubus, Nevan, an ability that allows one to sink within and travel through shadows. Perhaps because Nevan had a better grasp of Dark magic than I but I cannot use it to flit around from shadow to shadow like she could. Improving my skill should be able to help with that. Until I do reach that height, however, it makes for an excellent evasive skill. Allowing me to move at a much faster pace than usual through gliding on shadow. Even acts as a small pocket space but nothing can follow me in there without special preparation. I suppose that too will change in time.

Various Insights (please Ignore if you're not Me, seriously you need to be a Me to keep up with this garbage)

There are various ways to cast a curse.
But most curses require some ‘condition’ or conditions to be used effectively, such as the following.
The curse sorcerer must know the target well.
The sorcerer’s curse spell must have touched the target.
The target must have harmed the sorcerer.
The sorcerer must harbor some resentment towards the target.
If these conditions are not met and one simply tries to cast a curse, its power is significantly reduced, making it easier to shake off or dispel outright.
However, if the conditions are met, the curse becomes much harder to dispel. The effects are even greater if I have a suitable medium from my target with which to work my magic. These mediums will rarely withstand the magical strain placed upon it to create a ‘sure hit’ effect. Thankfully, the damage done will make it a tad easier to get further mediums afterward. Lost limbs/feathers/hair/horn, tasting their blood, pieces of jewelry, and particularly well-loved articles of clothing can also make do as a medium.

Naturally, the same principles hold for blessings.
A condition is set and more of the above conditions are met (save for maybe the resentment part), and can even work in reverse, affecting my spells depending on how the target feels about me.
The adoration of my fans or the deep-seated resentment from those who hate me also affects my spells and will affect weal and woe accordingly. Half the reason I even bother offering my services to raiders or help avenge grudges is to deepen these bonds and my reputation and thus, my magical power.

This is also why the contract I had the guild members sign is of such importance.
In joining Talia’s venture, they’ve gone and hitched themselves to our wagon and placed their faith in her, which means they placed a degree of faith in me as well, greatly boosting the effects of the blessings I give them. Even if the words are little but ink, I mean to follow them, avenging and reversing every injury or death to those under Talia’s banner to the best of my ability. A contract is a deep bond, only further strengthened by other means or restrictions placed within.

Took damn near thirty years to maximize my knowledge of this but I’d say it was pretty good for someone with no formal knowledge who largely got what she had through parlour tricks or broke hedge witches who couldn’t get to Aria. The fact that I had so much trouble healing Athena that one time might have also been a contributing factor to delving further into why things seemed so spotty with my magic.
I doubt this is unique to me, rather, I believe its simply a consequence of having achieved such mastery of both Light and Dark or, to be more honest, having received the enlightenment into these schools of magic that contrast and synergize with each other. My method of using song might also be a factor in this as well, given Harahel’s creation.

I don’t know if anyone has actually figured out these details I’m hiding but just to be sure, I’ll leave them encoded within my tableet should I fall or forget through some other means. Even if rendered a blank slate, I should still be somewhat myself and can probably piece myself together given time and grasping the true essence of my Cantillation. I can’t be sure they won’t notice if they pry long enough through [Status] but I should be able to maintain my little secrets until I have even knowledge and power to draw on. Yet another contingency too.

Things from outer space make excellent mediums, especially star stuff. Meteoric minerals and rock still bear a connection to the stars that they came from but, more importantly, it resonates deeply with the bonds of those who looked up towards them. Countless generations of people who looked to the lights of the night sky and used them to interpret their futures or bound them to their myths or simply revered them as objects of beauty. These bonds can be manipulated and used to temporarily forms sympathetic magical connections. The blessings and curses I’m so familiar with, in short.
The problem is that even with the psychometric spell I’ve developed, I can’t really hone in on the long vast histories of objects that have hurtled through space for eons. I CAN however use them and resonate with them to cause shifts in my soul and flesh but for no more than a few hours, rendering me comatose for days afterwards.
The process requires nesting myself in another form, usually by delving deep into the tales of the constellations my cousin Rolando used to tell me. Resonating with the star stuff and other suitably sympathetic materials, like blood that could be associated with it.
I must warn that resonating will lead to an alteration in thinking and form, not to mention that the two attempts lead to contact with SOMETHING out there. Use sparingly, if at all. And try not to think of the names of whatever consciousness you brushed against. I’ve taken to giving them names that are on theme with my own, following the goddess scheming of my various selves as a means to stay grounded.
Thus far only the contact with the The Queen of Bears constellation has born fruit, temporarily leading to the creation of ‘Artio’ or Subject 001 in the other hidden files on here. A brief connection was made to start the transformation with the Visionary constellation's Subject 002 or ‘Soteria’ but that was quickly cut from the other end. I have no idea how or why but it happened.

If my theory that arka is the byproduct of the soul is correct, it’s understandable why the more otherworldly things one can contact would be so eager to get a hold of them. But why there are hells made to contain and ‘recycle’ them? Why did Arc imply that Demon Cores grow bigger with time?

I believe I don’t truly forget my memories, rather, I have brief moments where I can recall them with startling clarity. The feeling of cold, soft bright snow blinds my eyes, the bitter chill as that same snow touches my skin, it all is distant but accessible, another life in another world sitting bright and pure within me. Not in my brain as experimentation as an undeath has shown me that I do not strictly need brain matter to function but in my soul. Or rather, the Demon Core that contains my soul. A brief stint in Encore reminded me of those days.

While I initially presumed the lightning I produce is a mere byproduct of having absorbed Nevan, I believe that it is simply another expression of circulating Light and Dark.
Yin and Yang. Life and Death. Heat and Cold. Blessings and Curses. Heaven and Earth express themselves in these things and that which is born between them all is ME. Man! Or however else you want to describe it. The self! The observer! Point is, the resulting formation is a bit more complete than the stupid taichi diagram Hecate insists we rely on!

Intoning is a method that communicates with the world around me and manipulates the song from which it is made but I am just as susceptible to being manipulated by the song as well. Much of why the Rites are so pricey is to force myself away and reassert my individuality lest I melt into the world itself. Madness is the necessary tool to fight that assimilation and the means to remain myself when invoking this Rite. I MUST obsess over something. Usually an emotion, in my case. What better way to stay yourself than to delve deep into your own emotions? Sadly, this means I can only rely on me and mine to maintain my sense of self throughout the Rite. Perhaps that's why I instinctively steered away from asking for those Boons that would help me control my mind and will? A will of iron and a mind of steel have to be forged by me alone!

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