SketchyCrowz

   Just your average art and cosplayer with an unhealthy bird obsession! In multiple Fandoms / Medias. Canon Divergent & Headcanon Based. Multiship & Multiverse friendly.  

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"The most remarkable discovery in all of astronomy is that the stars are made of atoms of the same kind as those on the earth."

-Richard P. Feynman

NAME  Raven.NICKNAME/ALIAS  RaeRae, Crowz, Birb.AGE  28.DATE OF BIRTH  January 8th 1998.GENDER & PRONOUNS  Genderfluid, Any Pronouns.ORIENTATION  Asexual | Panromantic.ASTROLOGY 
Capricorn ♑︎ {Sun}
Taurus ♉︎ {Moon}
Scorpio ♏︎ {Ascendant}

✦ About Me ✦
You may call me Raven or Crowz. I’m a growing artist who has spent years rebuilding and rediscovering my own style after difficult periods in my life. Art has always been one of the most important forms of comfort, expression, and healing for me, and I continue to learn and improve every day.I come from a small quiet mountain town and have been involved in convention spaces for over a decade now as both an artist and cosplayer. Traveling to conventions, meeting people, creating costumes, and sharing my artwork has become one of my biggest passions over the years. If you happen to recognize me from any of my platforms, conventions, or cosplay work, please feel free to say hello kindly — I always appreciate genuine support and friendly interactions.

ORAS Admin Courtney
✦Pokemon✦
INTP

RSE Admin Courtney
✦Pokemon Manga✦
INTP

Julian Devorak
✦The Arcana Game✦
ESFJ

Anya
✦Mouthwashing✦
ISFJ

Chise Hatori
✦The Ancient Magus Bride✦
INFJ

Persephone
✦Lore Olympus✦
INFP

Princess Zelda
✦The Legend of Zelda✦
INFJ

Sal Fisher
✦Sally Face✦
ISTP

Jinx
✦League of Legends | Arcane✦
ENFP

Lord Yashiki
✦Spirit Hunter: Death Mark✦
ISFP

Black Swan
✦Honkai Star Rail✦
INFJ

BLACK★ROCK SHOOTER
✦BRS✦
ISTP

Mabel Pines
✦Gravity Falls✦
ENFP

Princess Guinevere
✦Knights of Guinevere | KoG✦
ENFJ

Fischl von Luftschloss Narfidort
✦Genshin Impact✦
INFP

Mona Megistus
✦Genshin Impact✦
INTJ

Princess Guinevere
✦Knights of Guinevere | KoG✦
ENFJ

Arlecchino The Knave
✦Genshin Impact✦
ESFJ

Zero Two
✦Darling in the Franxx✦
ESTP

Tartaglia "Childe"
✦Genshin Impact✦
ESTP

Troupe Master Grimm
✦Hollow Knight✦
ESTP

Chiaki Nanami
✦Danganronpa 2✦
INFP

Charlotte Wiltshire
✦Hello Charlotte✦
ISFJ

Charlie Morningstar
✦Hazbin Hotel✦
ENFP

Celty Sturluson
✦Durarara✦
INFP

Star Butterfly
✦Star vs. The Forces of Evil✦
ESFP

Ryuko Matoi
✦Kill La Kill✦
ISFP

Sonia Nevermind
✦Danganronpa 2✦
ENFP

Crowley
✦Good Omens✦
ENTP

Pearl Houzuki
✦Splatoon 2✦
ESTP

Procurator Volta
✦The Arcana Game✦
ISFP

Kazuichi Soda
✦Danganronpa 2✦
ESFP

Maki Harukawa
✦Danganronpa V3✦
ISTJ

Rachel Gardner
✦Angels of Death | Sasuriku No Tenshi✦
ISTJ

Himiko Toga
✦My Hero Academia✦
ENTP

Lord Beelzebub
✦Good Omens✦
ENTP

Marnie
✦Pokemon Sword|Shield✦
INTJ

Troupe Master Grimm
✦Hollow Knight✦
ESTP

  001.   ✦ My mental health and wellbeing are extremely important to me. ✦
I live with Thyroid Disease, processing disorders, and AuDHD, alongside auditory hallucinations. I am currently undergoing treatment and medication management, and because of this, I can sometimes be forgetful, overwhelmed, or struggle to process information quickly. There may be moments where I misunderstand things, need clarification, or require additional patience and understanding.Please understand that this can also affect my energy levels, social battery, workflow, and response times. Tasks such as artwork, commissions, replies, collaborations, or personal projects may take me longer to complete than expected. I promise I am always trying my best, even during difficult periods.  002.   ✦ Boundaries are incredibly important to me. ✦
I have spent many years working on my mental health, healing, and personal growth. Because of that, I am very protective of the spaces and communities I allow around me. I will always prioritize my peace, safety, and emotional wellbeing over online interactions.  003.   ✦ If you voted for Trump, please make yourself known so I can remove and block you permanently. ✦
As both a woman and someone within the LGBTQ+ community, I cannot comfortably coexist in spaces with people who actively support beliefs, policies, or individuals that threaten my rights, freedoms, healthcare, and safety. This is a personal boundary that I take very seriously.

  004.   ✦ Homophobia, transphobia, racism, TERF ideology, sexism, ableism, or any other form of hateful or discriminatory behavior will never be tolerated here. ✦
If you openly express these beliefs or make others feel unsafe in my spaces, you will be blocked immediately. I want my platforms to remain welcoming and safe for people who simply want to exist peacefully and respectfully.  005.   ✦ I am an extremely anxious person, and it has only worsened over the years. ✦
Because of this, I do not handle unnecessary conflict, aggressive behavior, guilt-tripping, harassment, manipulation, or public callout culture well. If situations become hostile, disrespectful, or emotionally exhausting, I will remove myself entirely and block when necessary. I value calm communication, maturity, honesty, and mutual respect above all else.  006.   ✦ If you associate with individuals from parts of my past that I have worked hard to grow away from, I may choose to block you as well. ✦
Please do not take this personally. This is not always meant as an attack against you individually — I simply choose to distance myself from environments, people, and situations that negatively impacted my mental health or personal growth in the past.✦ Final Notes ✦
As stated above, I do not tolerate drama, harassment, toxic behavior, or disrespectful conduct of any kind. There have been periods where I have needed to take mental health hiatuses for my own wellbeing, and I ask that people remain mindful and respectful regarding that.I am more than willing to discuss misunderstandings, concerns, or issues calmly and maturely if needed. Communication and mutual respect matter deeply to me. All I ask is that the same patience, kindness, and understanding that I try to give others is also given back in return.

NAME  Blair LebedevaNICKNAME/ALIAS  NoneAGE  28BIRTHDAY  January 8ZODIAC  Capricorn ♑︎ORIENTATION  Demi-Sexual | Pan-romanticRACE/ETHNICITY  Human, European White, RussianFAVEORITE DISH  Strawberry ShortcakeTITLES  Medic Assistant to the Pony Express. Neurosurgeon {Formerly}"Blair joined the pony express after having a traumatized event happen in her life."

HEIGHT  5’4” | 162cmHAIR  Blair’s hair is long and dark fading to a really faded out bleached tone, falling in soft, tangled waves with a naturally unkempt look. Most days she keeps it thrown into a loose messy bun at the back of her head, though strands constantly slip free and frame her face in a tired, disheveled way. Under the dim lights of the Tulpar, her hair almost seems to melt into the shadows around her, adding to her quiet, like presence.EYES  Foggy deep sea blue eyes.SCARS / TATTOOS / MARKINGS  Has a couple of lingering surgical scars.APPEARANCE  Blair has a tired, ethereal sort of beauty that makes her seem almost out of place among the harsh metal halls of the Tulpar. She stands at 5"4, Her darkish brown hair falls in messy, sleep-deprived waves, often partially obscuring her face and giving her a perpetually disheveled appearance. Pale skin marked by faint exhaustion contrasts against the deep shadows beneath her eyes, evidence of countless sleepless nights but her scattered faint freckles peak through. Her gaze is distant and heavy, yet strangely gentle — the kind of eyes that always look like they’ve seen too much. She dresses in the ship’s standard uniform with little care for neatness, sleeves rolled unevenly and collars slightly undone, though she often adds small personal touches like worn rings, a pendant, or faded patches stitched into her clothing. Blair carries herself quietly, shoulders slightly hunched and movements careful, as if trying not to take up too much space.
POSITIVE TRAITS  Blair deeply cares for others and often puts their feelings before her own. Observant, Gentle-hearted — Even in harsh situations, Patient, she copes through writing, sketching, and other quiet hobbies. Protective, Calm Under Pressure, Emotionally Intuitive.NEUTRAL TRAITS  Quiet — She prefers listening over speaking. Reserved, Independent, Morbid Humor, Night Owl — She’s often awake late into the night due to poor sleep. Introspective, Detached, Cautious.NEGATIVE TRAITS 
Emotionally Explosive — Bottled-up emotions can eventually overwhelm her all at once. Pessimistic, Unpredictable Anger Outbursts — Blair suppresses her emotions, they can come out suddenly and intensely, often frightening both herself and the people around her. Self-Neglectful, Quietly Resentful
ASTROLOGY 
Capricorn ♑︎ {Sun}
Taurus ♉︎ {Moon}
Scorpio ♏︎ {Ascendant}MBTI  INFJENNEAGRAM  2w4

PARENTS 
Roseline Kerwin ((Lebedeva))
Ivan LebedevSIBLINGS 
Only childSIGNIFICANT OTHER 
Orion "Curly" Carling
AnyaCHILDREN  -OCCUPATION  Works as a onsite paramedic for the Pony Express.HOMETOWN  Despite her family's wealth and name, they resided in Sleepy Hollow, New York. Her father enjoys the peace and quiet.When married she moved to Rhode Island.After the messy divorce and courts, she moved in with Anya as a roommate in Saratoga Springs, New York.NATIONALITY  European, Russian, Slavic.LANGUAGES  English, little bit of Russian.PRESONALITY 
Blair is quiet, emotionally guarded, and deeply introspective, often keeping her thoughts and feelings locked away behind a calm exterior. She rarely speaks unless necessary, preferring to observe the people around her rather than place attention on herself. Because of this, many initially see her as distant or cold, though in reality she is incredibly empathetic and emotionally aware of others. Blair notices subtle changes in behavior, tone, and mood almost instantly, often understanding when someone is struggling before they even say anything.Before boarding the Tulpar, Blair worked as a surgeon, a career that shaped much of who she became. In the operating room she was known for her precision, steady hands, and ability to remain calm during high-pressure situations. Though highly skilled, the constant exposure to suffering and loss slowly wore down her mental and emotional state over the years. Blair carried the weight of every patient she couldn’t save long after leaving the operating room, developing a habit of blaming herself for failures she could never fully control. Even after leaving that life behind, traces of the surgeon she once was still linger in the way she handles injuries, stress, and emergencies with frightening composure.Despite her withdrawn nature, Blair cares deeply for the people close to her and shows affection through quiet actions rather than open words — staying beside someone during difficult moments, checking in silently, or sacrificing her own comfort to help others. She has a protective streak that becomes especially visible when someone she loves is threatened or hurt. However, her fear of vulnerability makes it difficult for her to rely on others in return, causing her to bottle up stress, grief, and anger until it becomes overwhelming.Blair struggles heavily with anxiety and overthinking, constantly expecting the worst possible outcome in situations. When overwhelmed, she tends to isolate herself and emotionally shut down rather than confront problems directly. Though she is usually patient and soft-spoken, her suppressed emotions can occasionally erupt into sudden anger outbursts that even she struggles to control. Underneath her exhaustion and guarded demeanor, however, Blair remains someone who desperately wants connection and comfort, even if she doesn’t know how to ask for it.

Backstory – Life on Earth
Before the Pony Express, Blair lived in a city that never quite felt like home. Her world revolved around long hospital shifts, textbooks, and late-night study sessions. As a part-time nurse and medical intern, she was working relentlessly to pass through the rigors of med school. Beneath the surface of her promising future, however, was a private nightmare.She had spent nearly a decade with her high school sweetheart—a relationship that had once been a source of comfort and stability. But as the years passed, what once felt like love began to twist into something toxic. Her husband grew possessive and emotionally volatile, unable to support her ambitions. Arguments became routine. Accusations, manipulations. When her husband started to sabotage her studies and isolate her from friends and mentors, Blair buried herself in work, trying to convince herself it would get better. It didn’t.Then one night, everything changed.The fight escalated fast—faster than ever before. There was screaming, shoving, and something in Blair broke. This time, she didn’t run. She fought back. When it was over, she was left bleeding and terrified, her partner lying still on the floor. The police found her not long after, curled into herself, sobbing, covered in bruises and blood. The court deemed it self-defense, but no ruling could erase the trauma.

During her stay at the hospital—ribs cracked, hand fractured, and spirit shaken—Blair met Anya, a bright and awkward medical student shadowing staff for a few weeks. What started as brief, polite conversations turned into extended check-ins. Anya would linger, even after her hours were up. She’d bring Blair little things: snacks, crossword puzzles, stories about failed exams and the petty drama in her classes. It was the first time Blair had laughed in weeks.Their bond deepened slowly, and when Blair was well enough to start walking again, Anya offered her more than just emotional support. She gave her an out.Anya told her about the Pony Express, a specialized off-planet medical program offering staff a contract that included room, board, and good pay. “It’s temporary. You don’t have to stay forever,” she said. “But it’s somewhere else. Somewhere new.”Blair didn’t hesitate. She didn’t have anyone waiting for her anymore, and the idea of a clean slate—especially one with Anya—was too good to pass up.

During her stay at the hospital—ribs cracked, hand fractured, and spirit shaken—Blair met Anya, a bright and awkward medical student shadowing staff for a few weeks. What started as brief, polite conversations turned into extended check-ins. Anya would linger, even after her hours were up. She’d bring Blair little things: snacks, crossword puzzles, stories about failed exams and the petty drama in her classes. It was the first time Blair had laughed in weeks.Their bond deepened slowly, and when Blair was well enough to start walking again, Anya offered her more than just emotional support. She gave her an out.Anya told her about the Pony Express, a specialized off-planet medical program offering staff a contract that included room, board, and good pay. “It’s temporary. You don’t have to stay forever,” she said. “But it’s somewhere else. Somewhere new.”Blair didn’t hesitate. She didn’t have anyone waiting for her anymore, and the idea of a clean slate—especially one with Anya—was too good to pass up.

Post Crash – Life in Isolation
Two Months In:
The crash shattered everything.There had been no warning. No system alerts. Just chaos. Blair remembered the feeling of being ripped from sleep and slammed into a wall as gravity failed. She remembered blood. Screams. The sound of the hull groaning as metal tore apart.When the dust settled, she survived. And now there was no hospital. No safety net. Just survival.Jimmy quickly began asserting control, and Blair’s instincts screamed at her to stay cautious. His explanations for the crash didn’t sit right with her, and she flat-out refused to believe Curly—gentle, level-headed Curly—had sabotaged the ship. She stayed close to him, her presence keeping him grounded while the others picked sides.Blair moved herself and Anya into the med bay, turning it into a semi-permanent shelter. She rarely slept, plagued by nightmares and Jimmy’s growing instability. But she stayed alert, protective, determined. She knew what violence looked like. She knew how it grew.When Swansea began speaking about saving the cryopod for Daisuke, Blair agreed without hesitation. If anyone deserved a shot at living, it was him. A kid with his whole life ahead of him.

Five Months In:
Everything fell apart.Daisuke and Anya were both dead—killed indirectly by Jimmy’s increasingly erratic decisions. He thought he could fix everything, patch the ship, bring salvation. But all he did was dig the grave deeper.Blair finally snapped.The confrontation was explosive. She screamed, she cursed, she demanded answers. Jimmy responded with violence. A gunshot tore through her lower abdomen, knocking her to the ground. She dragged herself back to the med bay—no supplies, no kits left that could help her. Not anymore.She made her decision.Curled up beside the bodies of Curly and Anya, Blair took her remaining sleeping pills and waited. As she drifted, she whispered apologies to Curly, voice shaking with grief. "You didn’t fail," she told him. "You were human. That was enough."And then there was silence.

✧Curly✧

✧Swansea✧

✧Anya✧

✧Daisuke✧

STILL UNDER EDITING MORE WILL BE ADDED SOON!Witch of the Violet MoonNAME  Mavis Smirnova - 5✦
✦✦✦✦✦✦/✧✧✧✧✧✧TITLES  Astral Mage, Celestial Sorceress, Lunar Witch, Apprentice Librarian.AGE  28BIRTHDAY  January 8ZODIAC  Capricorn ♑︎ORIENTATION  Demi-Sexual | Pan-romanticRACE/ETHNICITY  Human, European White, RussianFAVEORITE DRINK MAGIC AFFINITIES  Electro Catalyst{ With a love for forgotten spells and a mischievous glint in her eye, she walks the line between scholar and sorceress, always chasing the next hidden truth... or a sweet midnight snack. }✦
FAMILIARS 

HEIGHT  5’4” | 162cmHAIR 
EYES  Foggy deep sea blue eyes.SCARS / TATTOOS / MARKINGS  tattoosAPPEARANCE POSITIVE TRAITS NEUTRAL TRAITS NEGATIVE TRAITS ASTROLOGY 
Capricorn ♑︎ {Sun}
Taurus ♉︎ {Moon}
Scorpio ♏︎ {Ascendant}MBTI  INFJENNEAGRAM  2w4

PARENTS SIBLINGS SIGNIFICANT OTHER CHILDREN OCCUPATION HOMETOWN NATIONALITY  Khaenri’ah. Snezhnaya.LANGUAGES  Mondstadt. Snezhnaya. Khaenri’ah. Little bit of Inazuma. Bad at Fontaine.PRESONALITY 

✦Constellation:✦

Level I - Ultraviolet Star.Mavis regenerates 3 Energy for every opponent hit while holding Moonlight Sonata.A maximum of 10 Energy can be regenerated in this manner at any one time.Level II - Meteor Shower.Holding Moonlight Sonata has the following effects:Increases ATK by 15%.Increases Mavis’s resistance to interruption.Level III - Lunar Eclipse.Increases the Level of Eclipse of the Moon by 3.Maximum upgrade level is 15.Level IV - Waxing Crescent.
Increases the number of lightning bolts released by Eclipse of the Moon by 1-3.Level V - Asterope Catastrophe.
Increases the Level of Moonlight Sonata by 3.
Maximum upgrade level is 15.Level VI - Spellbinding Witch.
When Mavis takes the field, she applies 3 stacks of Eclipse of the Moon's Conductive status onto nearby opponents.
This effect can only occur once every 5s.✦Talents✦Normal Attack: Astral Rituals;
Performs up to 4 lightning attacks that deal Electro DMG.Charged Attack: Consumes a certain amount of Stamina to deal Electro DMG after a short casting time.Plunging Attack
Gathering the might of Electro, Mavis plunges towards the ground from mid-air, damaging all opponents in her path. Deals AoE Electro DMG upon impact with the ground.Skill Name: Moonlight Sonata
Channels the energy into a dance releasing a burst of electrical energy field, properties of this move are performed are unknown but are continuously moving. Releases a homing Lightning Orb.
On hit, it deals Electro DMG, and applies a stack of the Conductive status to opponents in a small AoE.Hold
After an extended casting time, calls down lightning from the heavens, dealing massive Electro DMG to all nearby opponents.Skill Burst: Eclipse of the Moon
Deals great amounts of extra damage to opponents based on the number of Conductive stacks applied to them, and clears their Conductive status. An attack much like a third eye no enemy can escape from causing massive amounts of damage in turn and aftershocks.Passive I:
Hits by Charged Attacks apply Moonlight Sonata's Conductive status to opponents.
Passive II:
Opponents hit by Eclipse of the Moon have their DEF decreased by 15% for 25s.
Passive III:
When Mavis crafts a potion, she has a 15% chance to refund a portion of the crafting materials used.

✦Voice Lines✦Hello
"Why hello there, I'm Lisa's apprentice. If you're looking for anything in particular today, please don't hesitate to ask me or Miss Lisa. I assist both the Library and the Knights of Favonius... though I must admit, I'd rather be painting under starlight than sorting scrolls from Captain Kaeya. Still, pleased to meet you!"Chat: Afternoon Tea
"Oh would you look at the time- It's afternoon tea with Miss Lisa."Chat: Knights
"The Knights gave me a chance when no one else would. I owe them a lot… even if Kaeya makes me wish they'd given me earplugs instead."Chat: Research
"My studies into arcane flow and lunar interference are... complex. But I enjoy the challenge. Magic is just another form of art, after all."Chat: Quest
"Would you... like to stay a bit?
There’s plenty of work later, anyway."Chat: Library
"Lisa keeps me busy cataloging spells and cross-referencing volumes. It’s... tiring, but peaceful. Sometimes, the silence there feels like home."Chat: Better to Stay In
"I think today’s not good for going out...
Maybe... maybe tomorrow isn’t either."When It Rains
"Ugh... wet sleeves and lightning don't mix well. sigh Here—stand under my umbrella before we both short out."When Thunder Strikes
quietly
"When the thunder rolls...
my magic feels a little stronger, somehow.
It’s strange, but... I think the storm helps."When It's Windy
"Ooooh—hear that? Sounds like the wind’s whispering secrets. I wonder if the stars are listening, too..."When It Snows
Cold fingers make for sloppy spellwork. I’ll warm us up—just don’t stand too close when I start casting.Good Morning
yawn "Already...? I barely finished transcribing last night’s readings. Let me wake up properly—coffee first...."Good Afternoon
"The perfect hour for spell drills or sketching on the tower balcony. Which one do you think sounds more productive?"Good Evening
"Nightfall brings clarity. I always feel more… attuned when the moon is high. Shall we walk beneath it?"Good Night
"If I fall asleep on the books again, just… let me nap for five minutes. Or until sunrise. Either works."

✦About Mavis✦
The Smirnova part… that’s all I really have left of my past—just a name, a faint trace.
But even though the memories are scattered, and the abyss seems endless and dark,
I’m determined to uncover every piece of my story.
No matter how far I have to go, or what I might find along the way,
I won’t stop searching. Because… that’s the only way I can truly understand who I am.About Us: Travel
Leaving Mondstadt isn’t something I do often. When I travel, it’s usually with Master Diluc- There are questions I can’t answer by staying here.
The world beyond the city is vast, and sometimes I worry about what waits in the shadows, but I can’t let that stop me. I move quietly, careful not to draw attention, following the faint traces of forgotten magic or whispers of the abyss.
I hope that, one day, I’ll understand more about my past and the mysteries I chase. Until then, the road calls me—silent, distant, but persistent, like the moonlight on a dark night.About Us: Relationships
I don’t often find it easy to open up… but with you, I feel like I can.
Whether as a teacher, a friend, or something more, I’m grateful to have someone who understands the quiet parts of me.
It means more than words can say.About Us: Arcane
Magic isn’t just power... it’s a puzzle I’m still trying to solve.
The moon guides my path, its phases echoing the rhythm of my spells—sometimes calm, sometimes wild.
With every rune I trace and every spark I summon, I feel closer to the truth hidden deep within the arcane.
It’s... both frightening and beautiful.

About The Vision
The Vision came to me after… after an encounter with someone I wish I could forget.
The Doctor.
I remember the pain—the sharp sting of his cruel experiments—and the fear that gripped me so tightly I thought I might break.
The sky was torn apart by lightning that day, loud and wild, like a scream I couldn’t escape.
That lightning wasn’t just outside; it surged inside me, awakening a power I never asked for, one I’m still learning to control.
Since then, I’ve carried the weight of that moment with me—quietly, carefully—trying to find the strength to uncover the truth behind the shadows he cast.
No matter how far the abyss stretches, I won’t turn away.Something to Share
I keep a small journal of the patterns I see in the stars...
Sometimes, when the night is still, I like to trace constellations and imagine what stories they tell.
If you ever want, I could show you sometime—though it’s nothing grand, just my way of finding peace.Interesting Things
There are nights when the moon seems to pulse with a strange light…
as if it’s alive, watching, waiting.
I think it holds answers—hidden truths that only reveal themselves to those who dare to listen.
Sometimes, I wonder if it’s guiding me… or testing me.

About The Vision
The Vision came to me after… after an encounter with someone I wish I could forget.
The Doctor.
I remember the pain—the sharp sting of his cruel experiments—and the fear that gripped me so tightly I thought I might break.
The sky was torn apart by lightning that day, loud and wild, like a scream I couldn’t escape.
That lightning wasn’t just outside; it surged inside me, awakening a power I never asked for, one I’m still learning to control.
Since then, I’ve carried the weight of that moment with me—quietly, carefully—trying to find the strength to uncover the truth behind the shadows he cast.
No matter how far the abyss stretches, I won’t turn away.Something to Share
I keep a small journal of the patterns I see in the stars...
Sometimes, when the night is still, I like to trace constellations and imagine what stories they tell.
If you ever want, I could show you sometime—though it’s nothing grand, just my way of finding peace.Interesting Things
There are nights when the moon seems to pulse with a strange light…
as if it’s alive, watching, waiting.
I think it holds answers—hidden truths that only reveal themselves to those who dare to listen.
Sometimes, I wonder if it’s guiding me… or testing me.

✦Relationships✦Jean:
Jean has long recognized the latent potential within Mavis, admiring the raw power she wields even though it often threatens to overwhelm her control. As the Acting Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius, Jean’s primary concern is not only to nurture Mavis’s abilities but also to protect the city from the unintended consequences of her untamed power. She sees the Knights as both a training ground and a sanctuary—an environment where Mavis can learn discipline, responsibility, and the true meaning of strength. Jean’s guidance is firm but compassionate, often balancing the delicate line between mentorship and authority, encouraging Mavis to grow not just as a fighter but as a guardian of Mondstadt’s peace.Kaeya:
Kaeya’s interactions with Mavis are marked by a blend of teasing charm and mysterious intent, often leaving her both intrigued and skeptical. She finds some of his stories and claims difficult to take at face value, yet she can’t deny the strange pull he has on her attention. More than once, his sudden appearances and playful provocations have startled Mavis into moments of panic—sometimes so intense that she inadvertently causes collateral damage, like shattered statues or broken shop windows. Despite the occasional chaos he inadvertently sparks, Kaeya seems to enjoy the challenge of breaking through her guarded exterior, testing her limits in subtle, unpredictable ways.Lisa:
To Mavis, Lisa is more than just a librarian or a teacher; she is a steadfast guardian and mentor who has been instrumental in shaping her understanding of magic. When Mavis first joined the academy, her inability to control her Catalyst powers nearly cost her dearly, and it was Lisa’s patient tutelage and unwavering belief in her potential that prevented her from failing. Lisa’s approach is a mixture of tough love and nurturing encouragement, often pushing Mavis to exceed her own expectations. Yet, there are moments when Mavis feels overwhelmed by the less glamorous tasks Lisa assigns—endless hours spent organizing magical tomes and cataloging research—tasks that seem to delay actual hands-on training. Still, Mavis understands that Lisa’s guidance is laying the foundation for something far greater.Diluc:
Mavis and Diluc share a history that stretches back to their childhood, a time when their worlds overlapped in innocent curiosity and shared interests. Over the years, Mavis found herself quietly harboring an infatuation for the older, enigmatic nobleman—an affection that grew deeper but was never openly acknowledged. Their bond was forged through mutual respect and a shared sense of justice, but it was during the darkest chapter of Mavis’s life—when she was subjected to cruel experiments by Dottore—that their connection was truly tested. Diluc’s timely intervention to rescue her left a lasting impression, and though he rarely shows overt emotion, he has taken it upon himself to ensure Mavis’s safety, refusing to let her face danger alone. His protective nature hides a complex mix of guilt, care, and unresolved feelings.Mona:
Mona’s entrance into Mavis’s life was serendipitous, sparked by a shared weakness for sweet treats that neither could easily resist. Their friendship blossomed quickly, rooted in a mutual fascination with the stars and the arcane secrets they hold. The two often venture together to mystical curio shops or enjoy quiet meals discussing astrology and fate, forging a bond that transcends simple companionship. Mona’s keen insight and astrological talents revealed something profound about Mavis—that she possesses the rare gift of foresight, a connection to the threads of destiny few can comprehend. Through Mona’s research and divinations, Mavis began to uncover painful truths about her family’s history, including the dark abyss that lurks beneath the surface of her past.Collei:
Mavis and Collei’s bond is forged not just from friendship, but from shared pain—a silent understanding born from their harrowing encounters with Dottore’s cruel experiments. Both girls carry scars, visible and hidden, from the twisted trials imposed upon them, scars that set them apart from others and left them feeling isolated in a world that rarely offers true refuge.When they first met, there was an immediate recognition in their eyes—an unspoken acknowledgment of suffering endured. Neither needed to explain the nightmares that haunted their sleep or the lingering fear in their waking moments; their shared trauma created a space where vulnerability was safe, and silence was enough.Fischl:
Mavis enjoys how Fischl’s imagination brings a touch of magic to everyday moments, transforming mundane training sessions or quiet evenings into adventures filled with symbolism and legend. Fischl, in turn, finds in Mavis a steady and relatable friend who grounds her flights of fancy without diminishing their charm.They occasionally train together, with Fischl’s precise use of Electro and bow complementing Mavis’s growing command over her powers. Their teamwork highlights the harmony between their distinct strengths—Fischl’s calculated elegance and Mavis’s earnest determination.Childe:
His boisterous, sometimes reckless energy clashes sharply with Mavis’s more cautious and reserved nature. Where Mavis values control and quiet determination, Childe thrives on chaos and unpredictability, often pushing her patience to its limits.
Childe’s habit of barging into her space uninvited, accompanied by his loud, teasing remarks or brash plans, regularly annoys Mavis. She finds his cavalier attitude exasperating, especially when it risks drawing unwanted attention or danger. His confident, sometimes arrogant demeanor grates on her nerves, and she’s not shy about letting him know—often with sharp words and frustrated sighs.There are moments when her annoyance boils over into outright yelling, and more than once she’s snapped at him in fluent Snezhnaya, the sharp tones of her native tongue carrying the full weight of her irritation. Though Childe laughs it off or responds with a cocky grin, Mavis’s fiery retorts serve as a clear boundary—she won’t tolerate being treated lightly or pushed around.Nikolai Smirnov:
Mavis’s biological father, is a man shaped by loss and redemption. Having been separated from Mavis and his late wife for many years, Nikolai’s reunion with his daughter in Snezhnaya was filled with overwhelming joy and bittersweet regret. He became a bridge to Mavis’s forgotten past, patiently filling in the gaps of her shattered memories while creating new experiences to help her heal. A skilled Pyro Catalyst wielder himself, Nikolai channels his fiery abilities in his trade as a blacksmith, crafting weapons with both precision and passion. His deep love for his late wife is evident in the stories he shares, often tinged with sorrow, as Mavis was only four when they were last together. Unbeknownst to him for years, Mavis’s survival was kept a secret by the Fatui, manipulating his grief to keep him bound to their service. Recently, Nikolai mysteriously vanished without a trace, leaving the question of Mavis’s current whereabouts hanging in the balance.Arlecchino — “The Knave”
While traveling through Fontaine, Mavis became aware of persistent rumors surrounding Arlecchino—whispers of a condition untouched by medicine, alchemy, or conventional magic. Sensing a familiar undertone, Mavis sought her out.Their meeting was brief and intentional. Arlecchino spoke plainly of the Abyss, not as a force of chaos, but as something patient—something that settles in the heart and waits to be fed. Through her words, Mavis gained clarity about the nature of her own curse, and the danger of mistaking understanding for control.Before they parted, Arlecchino left her with a warning meant to linger:
"Do not nurture what would hollow you out." But she offered assisting if anything else was needed she was always welcome to the House of the Hearth.

✦About Mavis:✦Mavis was a young woman brimming with an unwavering passion for her work. No matter where you looked in Mondstadt, you’d likely find her deeply engrossed in one of her many hobbies or tirelessly seeking solutions to the city’s countless problems. Whether it was helping Lisa untangle a pile of unfinished business or coordinating efforts to aid citizens, Mavis poured her heart and soul into every task, treating even the busiest days as a fulfilling adventure.Having recently stepped into adulthood and earned her place among the Knights of Favonius, Mavis was eager to carve out her own legacy. But fate had more in store for her than she expected. While organizing old archives in the Knight’s headquarters, she stumbled upon a collection of hidden documents tied to her family history. She learned that her mother was a revered mage healer, whose remarkable powers had quietly shaped many lives in Mondstadt. In stark contrast, the only record of her father was a haunting note: he had been forcibly escorted away by the mysterious Fatui, leaving behind an enigma that gnawed at Mavis’s heart.Though this revelation shook her, it never slowed her down. Mavis threw herself into her duties with even more determination, yet in quiet moments—when the city’s noise faded—she was often found lost in daydreams. Her mind wandered, searching for clues about her father’s true nature, his past, and what had become of him. As a Knight, she wielded her knowledge, her family name, and her unwavering resolve as tools to uncover these mysteries. Driven by both duty and hope, Mavis was ready to face whatever truths awaited her on the path ahead.

More About Mavis I:
"I joined the Knights of Favonius thanks to my mentor—Lisa, of course. Jean insisted I begin practicing my magic right away! With all that training, I’ve mostly stopped causing little… hiccups. Unless I’m startled. Then… well, I may have accidentally zapped a garden or two. Oops..."More About Mavis II:
"After my mother passed, I was taken in by the Ragnvindr family. Mondstadt has always been my home, but I still long to uncover the truth about my origins. Lisa has always supported me—she even granted me the title of her assistant, allowing me full access to the Mondstadt archives for my search."More About Mavis III:
"I often wonder why my parents left, or what might have happened to them. That curiosity has given me the courage to explore the world—though Mondstadt remains my sanctuary. One day, while poring over old records, I discovered a mention of my father—his body found at the foot of Dragonspine. But what connection could he have had with the Fatui?"More About Mavis IV:
"I enjoy spending time in the tavern. Diluc pretends not to care for my company, but I know better. Working in the library, you tend to overhear the city’s secrets—and sometimes, they’re far more interesting than the books.
Though… some secrets are dangerous. I once followed a lead about Dottore. It went terribly wrong. I became a test subject in one of his experiments, and while I was rescued in the end, I required months of the most expensive treatments. The scar on my chest… I think it still haunts Diluc. He believes he was almost too late."More About Mavis V:
"I train constantly to hone my abilities. Not that I was always this controlled—oh no, I used to be awful. “Bad” doesn’t even begin to describe it… I was practically a walking lightning storm."More About Mavis VI:
"Eventually, I traced the places my father once visited. Diluc offered to accompany me and made sure the journey was safe. When we reached the city, I finally reunited with my father after more than a decade. That joy, however, was quickly clouded. My mother had died years ago—in an accident that I was involved in, one that cost me my memories. My father, Nikolai Smirnov, filled in the pieces. He told me everything…"

Mavis's Hobbies
"In my free time? I study spell patterns under moonlight and paint what I see in the stars. Sometimes, I mix potion ingredients just to observe their reactions. One mixture turned my quill into a snake. It was... oddly charming."Mavis's Troubles
"I’ve requested access to the restricted archives three times now. Hertha says it’s ‘for my own safety.’ Hmph. If knowledge is dangerous, then ignorance must be far worse. Maybe I’ll just find another way in..."Favorite Food
"Strawberry tarts! I make them with just a touch of electro energy—it helps caramelize the sugar and gives the crust a crisp edge. Lisa says I’m wasting my talents on desserts. I say magic is meant to be sweet."Least Favorite Food
"Pudding… The texture is just too strange. It’s like eating magic that's half-finished—wobbly, uncertain. I once tried it at Angel's Share to be polite… and nearly phased out of reality mid-bite. Diluc quietly slid the dish away and replaced it with fruit tart. I still owe him for that rescue."

Feelings About Ascension: Intro
"The stars shift… the arcane flows more freely now.
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Feelings About Ascension: Building Up
"Oh! Something tingled… was that me, or the stars—wait, where’s my notebook?"
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Feelings About Ascension: Climax
"This power... it’s no longer borrowed. It’s mine. And I’ll use it wisely."
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Added to Party :
"You want results, not noise. Let me show you the difference."
"Ah, you’ll need someone who speaks the language of stars and sparks. I’ll oblige."
"Let’s see what tonight’s storm brings."
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Elemental Skill :
"Let it strike!"
"Let’s test the reaction."
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Elemental Burst :
“No secret hides from the moon’s gaze!”
“Fury of the moon, fall upon them!”
“I see you—no use hiding!”
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Idle :
"The stars don’t sleep. Neither do I, not really."
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Low HP :
"Whoopsie-daisy! I might’ve pushed the spell too far… again..."
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Ally at Low HP :
"You're overexposed. I’ll cover your retreat."
"Hang on! I’ve got... uh... one last cookie and possibly a small lightning bolt!"
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Fallen
"No... the moonlight... dims..."
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Heavy Hit Taken :
"That’s going in the report. Painfully."
"Ugh—just a scratch. A rather volatile one."
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Heavy Hit Taken II :
"Well... that stung. Consider me awake."
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Knocked Out :
"So this is... the shadow of the moon..."
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Knocked Out II :
"I miscalculated... again..."

✦Story✦Character Details:
The assistant librarian of the Knights of Favonius and apprentice to Lisa Minci, Mavis Smirnova is a young witch wielder known for the moon. A familiar face in the archives and among the stacks of long-forgotten tomes, Mavis spends her days completing tasks others prefer to avoid—filing, cataloguing, and running magical diagnostics on aging texts. In exchange, she receives specialized arcane training from Lisa and limited clearance to research her long-lost family history.Though a citizen of Mondstadt, Mavis harbors deep questions about her past. She was raised by the Ragnvindrs following her mother’s death, and speaks little of her father—whose trail, she believes, ties him to the Fatui. Her polite demeanor and studious nature earn her admiration, but some whisper she’s drawn to the more dangerous currents of magic.After all, who else walks the rooftops at midnight, lightning curling around their fingers like candlelight?But greatness came at a cost. Her relentless curiosity, the very trait that propelled her forward, soon led her into dangerous territory. Some of her inquiries and experiments brushed against forbidden knowledge—arcane secrets veiled in shadow, deemed too perilous or sacred to be disturbed. This breach of unspoken rules cast a heavy shadow over her accomplishments, and the weight of her actions pressed deeply on her conscience.Returning home, her spirit burdened with regret and uncertainty, Mavis found solace in an unexpected place. Lisa—the brilliant, enigmatic librarian of the Knights of Favonius—took her under her wing. With gentle patience and unwavering faith, Lisa shared with Mavis the deepest mysteries of arcane magic and the delicate art of wielding its tools. More than just a teacher, Lisa became a guardian of the young mage’s heart, refusing to let the cold sting of isolation or despair take root. Through Lisa’s guidance, Mavis learned not only the power of magic but the strength found in trust, compassion, and resilience.
"We can all explore the depths of knowledge even if it's a little dangerous, having help with someone to watch over you should be just fine."
Lisa to Mavis-Character Story I:
Mavis is often the one visitors first meet upon entering the Knights of Favonius library. Whether managing overdue returns, assisting with magical reference scrolls, or transcribing Lisa’s annotated notes, she approaches every task with diligence. She’s polite, professional, and soft-spoken—traits which have endeared her to both knights and scholars alike.Despite her poise, Mavis is easily flustered by praise or unexpected company. She prefers quiet evenings organizing star maps or scribbling research notes beneath a moonlit window. When the library is empty, she often curls up in the corner with a plate of strawberry tarts and a thick volume on ley line phenomena.She insists she enjoys the repetition—but if one looks closely, the shelves she tidies most often are filled with travel books and historical records from outside Mondstadt. It seems the librarian’s mind may wander farther than her feet ever have.Character Story II:
Mavis showed signs of magical aptitude at a young age—sparks of lightning in her fingertips, glowing runes scribbled unknowingly in the margins of books. But it wasn’t until Lisa took her in as an apprentice that her raw potential found structure.Lisa describes Mavis as “a quiet storm,” and insists she’s the most promising student she’s ever trained. Still, Mavis tends to underestimate herself. She’s more comfortable assisting with spell calibration or potion brewing than leading any grand magical endeavors.Though she has become a trusted presence in the Knights’ ranks, she prefers supporting roles. When Lisa is busy, many turn to Mavis for guidance—whether for help with magical ailments or document reviews. She handles both with equal poise, though often works herself to exhaustion.Lisa once told her, “Power means little if you burn yourself out trying to prove you deserve it.”
Mavis nodded and took the advice to heart.Character Story III:
Though Mavis considers Mondstadt her home, her origins remain a tangled mystery. Her earliest memories are of the Ragnvindr estate—the scent of woodsmoke, warm wine, and the hum of Electro magic pulsing in her chest. Her mother had died young, and little was ever said of her father.When she came of age, Mavis began tracing records in the archives during her off hours. A name surfaced—Nikolai Smirnov, once a researcher in a Fatui-affiliated facility near Dragonspine. Documents were scarce, and many details blacked out.Driven by questions no one could answer, Mavis followed the trail alone—and vanished. She was eventually recovered, weakened and scarred, after a confrontation with rogue Fatui agents. Dottore had taken an interest in her, fascinated by the unusual way her Electro Vision functioned in conjunction with trauma.Though her injuries healed, Mavis returned quieter and more withdrawn. Her chest bears a faint, lightning-shaped scar—a cruel reminder of a question asked too soon.Character Story IV:
In the days following her recovery, Mavis became more focused than ever—though her studies took on a more personal tone. She revisited Fatui intelligence files, border incident reports, even scribbled notes buried deep in Lisa’s restricted shelves. Each clue led her further into the fog.To her surprise, it was Diluc who stepped in—not with a reprimand, but an offer. He would accompany her to the city rumored to house her father. She agreed.What followed was a journey full of revelations. She found Nikolai, alive but wearied by guilt. Her mother’s death, it turned out, had been the result of a failed escape attempt from Fatui control. Mavis had been caught in the blast—fatally wounded—and her memory fractured beyond easy repair.Her grandfather, also a former researcher, had intervened magically to save her, sealing away the worst memories. The rest, he claimed, would return only if she was ready to face them.Mavis has not decided whether she wants them back.Character Story V:
Mavis has returned to Mondstadt, her heart heavier but her mind clearer. Though she continues to train under Lisa and serve as assistant librarian, her role has shifted. She now serves as a quiet protector of the city’s deeper truths—monitoring magical anomalies, tracking signs of Fatui activity, and preparing herself for the possibility that her past may one day catch up with her fully.She still rearranges books when nervous. Still scribbles notes on napkins and magically seals them into her desk drawers. She still takes her tea with too much honey and stays up reading long after the candles should be out.But when she walks the rooftops now, lightning flickering through her hair, she does so with purpose.
The Witch of the Purple Moon is no longer searching for who she is.She’s deciding who she wants to become.

Lineage:
Though she was born and raised in Mondstadt, Mavis's heritage is anything but simple.The name Smirnov appears only in the oldest archives—tied to an obscure branch of researchers and alchemists who once collaborated with the Fatui during the early days of their expansion. Her father, Nikolai, was once a respected Arcane Forger within that circle, though he disappeared after defecting from their ranks.Her mother, never spoke of these origins, always very highly of her biological father whom she loved very deeply. What little Mavis knows was pieced together through journals, archived missives, and old correspondence hidden in the Knights’ sealed records.According to surviving documents, the Smirnov line was once known for its affinity with elemental interference—the manipulation of how Visions react under unnatural conditions. It’s unclear whether Mavis inherited this ability or whether her Electro affinity was simply a result of survival instinct. But some theorize that her unusual resilience to Fatui tampering may be due to dormant experiments conducted on her bloodline.While Mavis avoids discussing her family publicly, she continues to investigate. Even now, she seeks quiet corners of libraries and ruins alike—hoping to uncover not just her family’s past, but whether her power is truly her own… or something she was born to carry.Vision/Delusion/etc.:
Mavis followed the trail of her father's past to a forgotten ruin near Stormterror’s Lair—once sealed by the Knights, now crawling with leftover Fatui traces. What she didn’t know was that the ruin was once a gateway linked to the Abyss… and that Dottore had been watching her from the start.Captured and restrained, she became the subject of brutal experimentation. Dottore wanted to know what made her blood react strangely to elemental exposure—why she withstood corruption, and why she dreamed in languages she’d never learned. He called it “a whisper of the Abyss.”As her body broke down under leyline strain, something deep inside her fought back. Just before she lost consciousness, she remembered a warming embrace. And light. Diluc had gotten word of her trouble and came fighting.She doesn’t remember escaping. But even now, her magic feels different—darker, deeper.
And sometimes, in silence, she wonders if the Abyss looked back… and recognized her.

✦Backstory✦Mavis hails from a long-forgotten lineage tied to the fallen nation of Khaenri’ah. Her bloodline carries both brilliance and tragedy, rooted in the legacy of her grandfather, Leander—a gifted yet introverted inventor devoted to building constructs that could ease the burdens of others. Though he preferred solitude, Leander's heart changed when he met Astrid, a kind and curious woman with a mysterious heritage.Unbeknownst to her for much of her life her grandmother, Astrid was a Khaenri’ahn mage born with the light of the iridescent moon. She could hear their distant song—beautiful, but tainted by the Abyssal curse winding through them.
Astrid's parents have unknown orgins but always drew her back to the iridescent moon.During her travels, she met Leander, an inventor who saw harmony in her chaos. Together they tried to balance her lunar magic with his crafted devices, seeking to heal what But when the Cataclysm came, the leylines collapsed. Astrid’s strength waned, her body unraveling as the Abyss claimed her gift.As the Cataclysm approached and the skies over Khaenri’ah darkened, Astrid foresaw the disaster and fled with Leander, hoping to escape the coming destruction and the curse it would bring. But fate was unkind—though they tried to outrun destiny, the Curse of the Wilds caught up with them. Leander survived, afflicted but determined, while Astrid succumbed to a fate shaped by both Abyssal corruption and complications from childbirth. She died in a hidden cavern, giving birth to their only daughter—Mavis’s mother.
Leander, broken and cursed, raised her alone, pouring his remaining strength into both her survival and his relentless attempts to reverse or halt the curse spreading through his body. He scavenged and repurposed ancient constructs, building a complex life-support device worn around his neck—powered by fragmented technology, fueled by hope and desperation.
Her mother, like her parents, grew up in the shadows of Khaenri’ah’s ruins and secrets. Despite her tainted lineage, she embraced the human side of her heritage, eventually having a daughter of her own—Mavis.
Mavis, born generations after the Cataclysm, is a child of legacy and lingering sorrow. She carries within her both the creative sparks and the Abyssal scars left by sins. Her journey is one of self-discovery: piecing together the fragments of her past, resisting the shadow of the Abyss, and choosing what kind of future she will build with her bloodline’s knowledge and burdens.

Mavis's Hobbies
"In my free time? I study spell patterns under moonlight and paint what I see in the stars. Sometimes, I mix potion ingredients just to observe their reactions. One mixture turned my quill into a snake. It was... oddly charming."Mavis's Troubles
"I’ve requested access to the restricted archives three times now. Hertha says it’s ‘for my own safety.’ Hmph. If knowledge is dangerous, then ignorance must be far worse. Maybe I’ll just find another way in..."Favorite Food
"Strawberry tarts! I make them with just a touch of electro energy—it helps caramelize the sugar and gives the crust a crisp edge. Lisa says I’m wasting my talents on desserts. I say magic is meant to be sweet."Least Favorite Food
"Pudding… The texture is just too strange. It’s like eating magic that's half-finished—wobbly, uncertain. I once tried it at Angel's Share to be polite… and nearly phased out of reality mid-bite. Diluc quietly slid the dish away and replaced it with fruit tart. I still owe him for that rescue."

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Artifact Set
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Witch of the Violet Moon
Set Bonuses:✦2-Piece Bonus: Electro DMG Bonus +15%
✦4-Piece Bonus: Increases damage dealt by Charged Attacks by 35% and reduces the stamina cost of sprinting or alternate sprint by 15%.
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Artifact Pieces:
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Witch's Moonlit Flower of Remembrance
{Flower of Life}
A violet flower nurtured beneath the moonlight. Its petals shimmer with traces of Electro, humming softly when held.An ordinary bloom, once pressed between the pages of an old grimoire.Though picked long ago, it never withers. Its glow remains, a quiet echo of nights spent studying under the stars.When the Witch of the Violet Moon was still a girl, she would sneak into the gardens behind the library—seeking solace where moonlight and ink met.
In those quiet hours, the scent of this flower would lull her into sleep, head resting atop arcane tomes and open dreams.Even now, it is the one thing untouched by the storm she became.
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Witch's Feather of the Night-Sparrow
{Plume of Death}
A feather from a small bird said to only sing under the moon. Its color is a deep violet, dark as obsidian yet light as a whisper.Once, a sparrow nested on the windowsill outside the librarian’s apprentice’s room.She called it “Eris,” and it sang each evening before the bells tolled midnight.
It vanished the day she received her Vision—when lightning split the skies above Mondstadt, and the books around her caught fire from her uncontrolled magic.She found only this feather, unburnt.It remains tucked between the last page of her favorite book. A soft thing that still remembers who she once was.
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Witch's Hourglass of Waning Moons
{Sands of Eon}
A delicate timepiece infused with lunar essence. The sand within flows silver, pausing each night at the stroke of midnight.The time Mavis spent studying the ley lines taught her how fragile moments truly are.This hourglass was once a gift from her mentor, given with a warning: “To master magic is to master when to act, and when to let go.”She wore it until the day her magic drew her too close to the Abyss—when time itself seemed to slow as her body hovered between light and shadow.Now, the hourglass no longer ticks for the future.
It simply counts memories she cannot forget.
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Witch's Urn of Quiet Lightning
{Goblet of Eonothem}
A crystalline vessel containing swirling violet liquid. When opened, faint whispers escape, like distant thunder muffled by snow.This urn once held a sealed Electro reagent used in forbidden ritual studies.
It now contains something else—something unstable.The energies inside were drawn from the Abyss during one of her more reckless expeditions.
Though the liquid glows faintly, no scholar dares analyze it. Mavis alone can hold it without consequence.There are nights she clutches it tightly, lips murmuring names long lost.It is both her greatest weapon—and her deepest regret.
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Witch's Midnight Crescent Hat
{Circlet of Logos}
A pointed witch’s hat, deep violet and dusted with ancient moon-ash. The charm stitched into its brim hums softly when the night is quiet.Before she was called a witch, before her name was etched into dusty footnotes of forgotten tomes, Mavis wore this hat as a simple apprentice—stitched by hand, thread by thread, under candlelight and soft thunder.The crescent pinned to its side was her first ward, meant to calm her thoughts during storms and shield her from nightmares brought on by leyline overexposure.But over time, the hat became something more: a sanctuary, a shield, and a mask.She does not remove it easily. Beneath its wide brim, she can think in silence, weep without notice, and walk unnoticed among both friend and phantom.It is not heavy because of magic, but because of memory.
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NAME  Rumi SokolovNICKNAME/ALIAS  NoneAGE  28BIRTHDAY  January 8ZODIAC  Capricorn ♑︎ORIENTATION  Demi-Sexual | Pan-romanticRACE/ETHNICITY  Human, European White, RussianFAVEORITE DRINK  Berry Hibiscus Lemonade TeaMAGIC AFFINITIES  Moon Magic, Dark Magic, Blood Rituals, Healing Magic, Earth Magic."A moon-blessed witch cloaked in shadow and silver."✦
FAMILIARS Persephone an albino raven, known for her ominous presence and fiercely protective nature.Nyx an albino lunar moth, who is silent, ethereal, and often drapes herself around Rumi like a living shawl.
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HEIGHT  5’4” | 162cmHAIR  Rumi’s hair is a deep midnight black with muted violet tones beneath the light, resembling spilled ink touched by moonlight. Thick and naturally tousled, it falls in long cascading waves that frame her face and trail down her back like drifting smoke. Her hair is thick and naturally tousled, falling in long cascading curls that frame her face and trail down her back like drifting smoke.EYES  Foggy deep sea blue eyes.SCARS / TATTOOS / MARKINGS  tattoosAPPEARANCE  Rumi stands around 5'4", with a willowy build and a haunting, dreamlike presence. Her skin is pale with the soft hue of parchment, almost ghostly under moonlight. Her midnight‑black hair is thick with subtle waves and curls that fades to smoky purple at the end, often down loose, but has been worn in a wrapped in a high bun to keep it from interfering during rituals. Her eyes are a deep sea blue. Rumi’s style is distinctly occult and celestial—layered fabrics, she dresses in flowing layers of dark velvets, embroidered satins, and sheer fabrics that glimmer like starlight, preferring muted purples, charcoals, and moonlit whites She smells faintly of herbs, lavender, and cold earth. Though beautiful, there’s something unmistakably eerie about her; some say it’s the gaze of someone who’s been brought back from the other side.
POSITIVE TRAITS  Compassionate, Loyal, Intuitive, Protective, Intelligent, Resilient, Empathetic , Emotionally perceptiveNEUTRAL TRAITS  Independent, Sarcastic at times, Superstitious, Curious, Solitary, Observant, Morbidly fascinated by magic and deathNEGATIVE TRAITS  Self-sacrificing to a fault, Overthinks constantly, Distrustful, Avoidant with her feelings, Prone to isolation, Holds grudges quietly, Can be emotionally distant, Struggles with guilt, Fearful of abandonment,ASTROLOGY 
Capricorn ♑︎ {Sun}
Taurus ♉︎ {Moon}
Scorpio ♏︎ {Ascendant}MBTI  INFJENNEAGRAM  2w4

PARENTS 
Dimitri Sokolov {Father}
Beatrice Evans {Mother}}SIBLINGS 
Circe {{Adopted Sister}}SIGNIFICANT OTHER 
Julian Devorak
Asra AlnazarCHILDREN 
Aleksei Devorak ((Alek))
Sybil DevorakOCCUPATION  Magic Shop owner, Part-time at the medical clinic.HOMETOWN  Born in Nevivon. Currently lives in Vesuvia.NATIONALITY  European, Russian, Slavic.LANGUAGES  English, little bit of Russian.PRESONALITY 
Soft-spoken but intense, Rumi Sokolov is a deeply intuitive and empathetic soul with a mind that wanders as far as the moonlight touches. A natural introvert, she tends to keep people at arm’s length, yet draws them in all the same. She is observant to a fault—often picking up on the emotional threads others don’t even realize they’re unraveling. Rumi is led by her heart and her dreams; she believes strongly in fate, omens, and spiritual truths. She has a morbid curiosity, a calmness in the face of death, and a gentle sadness in her voice that suggests she’s seen far more than someone her age should. Her humor is dry, often laced with irony, and she’s more likely to offer quiet advice than bold opinions. Though compassionate, she’s secretive—always keeping a portion of herself hidden. She loves fiercely, but with caution. If her magic surges too strong or her emotions too wildly, she tends to retreat until she’s gathered herself again.
Rumi is hesitant to trust, even more hesitant to forgive. But once her loyalty is earned, she’ll go to any length for those she loves. She's resilient, sharp-witted, and surprisingly stubborn beneath her composed surface. Her biggest flaw lies in her martyr-like tendency to sacrifice too much of herself in the pursuit of saving others. Even now, she's still learning the difference between duty, guilt, and love.

EARLY LIFE 
Rumi’s origins are as complex as the threads she weaves in her spellwork. She was born to a wandering healer and former soldier, Dimitri Sokolov, and Beatrice Evans, a witch once bound to a hidden coven of moon-worshippers. Their union was unlikely—one of rational healing and the other of sacred magic—but they found peace in each other. Beatrice, with her divine gifts and forbidden knowledge, taught Dimitri the art of magical healing, while he taught her ancient, earthly practices long forgotten by most witches.
However, peace is rarely long-lived. The covens of old, once blessed by gods like Hecate, were hunted down and burned by fearful townspeople. Beatrice barely escaped the destruction of her temple. It was Dimitri who saved her, spiriting her away into the wilds and across the sea. They eventually settled in a hidden forest in Nevivon, far from persecution. There, they raised Rumi. But even before she could walk, Rumi was cursed by Hecate herself—a twisted blessing from a goddess angered by the destruction of her sacred sites. On every blood moon, Rumi would be overcome by vengeful spirits which were not easy to dispel peacefully, whether if it was consider a blessing or a curse that her child can see magical beings when everyone else could usually not.
From a young age, Rumi was aware of her duality.—while remaining wary of the deeper arcana that whispered to her.Ages: 0 - 10 ~ Childhood
Rumi Sokolov was born on the coldest night of the year, beneath a rare blood moon that painted the snow-covered forest in eerie crimson. From the moment she took her first breath, Rumi was different. Her cries were oddly quiet. Even as a baby, animals seemed drawn to her—foxes nestled near her crib, and moths often circled her cradle flame. Hecate’s mark had been left upon her in the form of a dormant curse, a consequence of her mother’s bloodline and the old bargain the coven had made with the goddess. The curse would lie mostly quiet during her infancy, but strange occurrences followed her—wild magic flaring when she cried, shadows lengthening in her presence, and herbs growing unnaturally fast when her hands brushed the soil.

Her early childhood was one of enchantment and isolation. They lived in a stone-and-wood cottage hidden within a thicket of silver birch and cedar trees. Beatrice decorated the home with protective runes, animal bones, and dried herbs, while Dimitri kept a journal full of old alchemical notes and plague recipes. By age three, Rumi could recognize herbs by smell alone and had already begun mimicking her mother’s incantations, though often mispronouncing them and causing minor mishaps—moss growing over the table, or all the candles in the house snuffing out at once. Her magic, even then, leaned toward the intuitive and untamed.
Her parents were loving but cautious. Beatrice was distant at times—stern, ritualistic, and devoted to the moon’s cycles—while Dimitri was warm and soft-spoken, often the one to soothe Rumi’s fears or calm her after magical outbursts. She adored both, but she felt especially tethered to her father, who would tell her stories by the hearth of the great wars, of healing sick animals, and of love found in broken places. They lived with only what they needed, trading potions and salves to the occasional wanderer or old friend from Beatrice’s coven days. Visitors were rare, and Rumi was discouraged from leaving the forest boundaries.
But by age five, the curse began to stir.
It started with intense nightmares— Then came sleepwalking- But on her sixth birthday—another blood moon—she suffered her first true magical break: she wandered outside in a trance and was found convulsing near the ritual stones, surrounded by scorched earth. Her skin bore glowing marks that faded by dawn. Beatrice, panicked, locked away all summoning materials and began a new regimen of discipline and meditation. Rumi would spend hours each day learning focus: tracing runes in ash, chanting protection charms, fasting during lunar eclipses. Childhood was never “normal” for her—it was a delicate balancing act between affection and fear.
Despite everything, there were moments of true joy. Rumi adored animals—particularly birds and insects—and often played with the albino raven chick that would later become her familiar, Persephone.

By age eight, Rumi was skilled in sigil craft, herbology, and light healing. She helped deliver a deer fawn with her father and once brought a dying hawk back to health with a touch and a whispered charm. But her magic was unstable. One failed transmutation ritual left her with lacerations along her back and legs—wounds that refused to fully heal and would later scar into pale streaks that shimmered faintly beneath her skin. Her mother blamed herself, seeing the scars as a sign that Hecate’s curse would only grow stronger. From then on, Rumi was forbidden from practicing without supervision.
She grew lonely, but never bitter. Rumi learned to treasure quiet moments—tea with her father at dawn, the hum of insects during solstice ceremonies, the way her mother wept after each successful moon ritual. Her childhood was equal parts magical wonder and quiet sorrow—a slow, strange dance with power too ancient for a child to wield.Ages: 11–16 ~ Adolescence
By eleven, Rumi’s magic had begun to spiral beyond her control. Emotions dictated her spells—anger crackled into sparks, sorrow brewed sudden storms in her room, and her laughter could make vines grow through stone. Each blood moon intensified her curse. What once ended in shattered glass or broken vases now left claw marks on walls and scorched earth in the garden. Her parents tried herbal salves, sacred charms, and isolation, but the fury inside her could not be buried.
When she was thirteen, her mother returned home from a seaside town with a terrified little girl cradled in her arms. Her name was Circe—a runaway who had slipped away from a pirate vessel where she’d been sold as property. Beatrice saw the truth in Circe’s eyes before the girl could even speak. Rumi was wary at first, unused to sharing her world with someone so small and quiet. But Circe was patient, and she stayed by Rumi’s side even when Rumi pushed her away. Within weeks, they became inseparable—Circe a quiet witness to Rumi’s outbursts and a gentle reminder that not all bonds came with blood.

At fifteen, Rumi began to sense the weight of her lineage pressing harder against her. Her mother and father argued more, whispering about the plague creeping toward Vesuvia, about magic that couldn’t save everyone. Tired of feeling powerless, Rumi slipped into her mother’s forbidden library—scrolls of blood magic and lunar rituals bound in leather and bone. One night, beneath a new moon, she drew a summoning circle in chalk and salt beneath the house. Her blood was the offering. Her intent: to protect her family.
But what answered was something else entirely.
The shadows shifted. Smoke curled, heavy and sweet. A presence emerged—vast, horned, and ancient: the Arcana Devil. Its voice was velvet laced with venom. Rumi begged for guidance, anything to save her family. But before the bargain could be sealed, her father, Dimitri, burst into the room. He saw the circle, the smoke—and then he saw nothing at all.
The Devil smiled.
In one heartbeat, Dimitri was gone—swallowed into shadow without sound or struggle. The circle cracked, and a burn shaped like a crescent moon flared against Rumi’s side.The summoning ended. The price was paid.By sixteen, Rumi had stopped seeking power and started seeking discipline. She no longer cast magic with wonder or pride—it was careful, deliberate, restrained. She practiced alone, learning control the hard way. Her spells were quiet now: healing wilted flowers, calming a fever, whispering light into cold corners. Magic was no longer a game or a gift. It was survival.
And she would never ask the gods for anything again.Ages: 17–20s ~ Young Adulthood
At seventeen, Rumi's life shifted again—not with tragedy, but with transition. After years in the quiet forests and grief-shadowed edges of the world, she and her family relocated to Vesuvia. The move had come on request from the Countess herself: Beatrice Sokolov’s healing talents had reached the court, and in a time when illness was stirring and fear took root in whispers, the palace needed help.

Rumi wasn’t particularly thrilled. She had grown used to solitude, to the wild hush of the woods and the comfort of rituals done in silence. Vesuvia was a place of bustling streets and heavy perfume, a city that glittered with secrets and swallowed the past in favor of pageantry. Still, she followed, gloves tight over her hands, moonstone pendant cool against her chest. Her younger sister Circe, wide-eyed and curious, immediately adored the city and its endless distractions.
Her mother, now working directly in the palace infirmary, spent most of her days tending to nobles and high-ranking officials—people with coin and curses. She rarely came home before dark, and when she did, her arms were full of patients’ scrolls, case files, and letters marked with urgent sigils. Rumi watched her with quiet understanding, but the distance still stung. The woman who once weaved her daughter’s hair was now barely present, her grief and exhaustion masked behind professional detachment.
So, at eighteen, Rumi was left to tend to their newly inherited shop in the Center City: a narrow space tucked between a tea house and a dusty bookstore, filled with herbal tinctures, warding salts, and ancient tomes no one knew how to read anymore. She wanted rename it but her mother insisted the "Magic Shop" was simple enough, but she did add a charm bell over the door that never rang the same way twice. Some thought she was a noblewoman in hiding. Others whispered she was a witch with secrets. Rumi didn’t mind. Let them wonder.
It was during this time, one overcast afternoon marked by gentle rain and moonlight cutting through glass jars, that she met Asra.He wandered in while she was rearranging the potion shelves—pale, smiling, enigmatic, and far too familiar with the kind of magic she’d kept hidden for years. He asked her a question about binding charms in a language only scholars or witches used. She raised a brow, answered fluently, and their friendship bloomed from there. Asra began stopping by regularly—sometimes to trade, sometimes just to talk. They discussed everything from astral projection to the ethics of healing curses. He never pressed her about her gloves. She never asked him about the flicker of pain behind his grin.

By nineteen, Asra became a fixture in her life, drifting in and out like moonlight through a curtain. They pushed each other magically and emotionally, both keeping just enough secrets to remain intriguing. They never spoke of the Devil Arcana, though Rumi sometimes caught Asra studying her when the moon was full, as if trying to read the hidden script in her eyes.
Meanwhile, her mother’s hours at the palace only increased, and Rumi found herself responsible not just for the shop but for Circe as well. She became a parent in her own right—making food, writing warding notes for Circe’s pockets, and walking her to the scholar’s garden when the days were safe. Her bond with her sister deepened during this time; quiet dinners, whispered dreams, and the promise that no matter how strange the world became, they would always return to each other.
And yet, despite her blooming reputation and newfound confidence, Rumi couldn’t shake the feeling that something was waiting.
But she had time. Or so she thought.Ages: 20–23 ~ Plague Era
By the time Rumi turned twenty, Vesuvia had begun to rot beneath its gilded surface.
The red plague crept into the city like a shadow with no source—first in whispers, then in screams. At first, Rumi didn’t believe the sickness was as severe as people claimed. Illness came and went, after all. Her mother, Beatrice, still held firm in her work at the palace infirmary, and Rumi continued to tend the shop with its warm oils, dried herbs, and whispered blessings over simmering tea.
But it wasn’t long before the city fell into silence.
Clients stopped arriving at the shop. People bled from their eyes. The guards sealed whole districts overnight. Rumi sent Circe—only fourteen—to stay with their elderly neighbor on the outskirts, thinking it would be safer. She was wrong.
At twenty-one, Rumi watched everything she’d built begin to fall apart. Her mother was often gone for days at a time, returning only to rest briefly, hands stained red and magic frayed at the edges. She was exhausted, grieving patients in silence, pushing Rumi away with soft words and distance. And Asra was beginning to change. Their visits became sporadic, and when he was present, he spoke more of the dead than the living. There was something cold in his magic now, something Rumi couldn’t quite place.
And then, Circe fell ill.

Rumi found her one evening curled up in the old neighbor’s spare room, pale and sweating, whispering her name in delirium. She smelled of iron and honey. Her fingertips were tinged with red. It was unmistakable.
Rumi panicked. She pulled her sister home, desperate and trembling. She called upon every herb, every incantation she’d learned. Her hands blistered from overuse of magic, her voice cracked from chanting prayers long forbidden. Her mother had taught her how to heal others. But no one had taught her what to do when love itself was dying in her arms.
Circe died three nights later in the back room of the shop. She was only fifteen.
Rumi didn’t know who to turn to, until she met Julian.
They crossed paths at the Rowdy Raven—Rumi, drinking away her grief and anger after another futile patient visit; Julian, buried in half-drunk medical notes and furiously scribbled diagrams. They struck up conversation over their shared frustrations with the palace’s silence, with the plague’s mystery, with magic’s limits. Julian was sharp, sarcastic, and surprisingly kind. Rumi was brittle and biting, but intrigued. His mind was a whirlwind, and she needed something to anchor hers.
When she found out he was a doctor, she all but demanded to apprentice under him.Their work was grueling. Day after day they tended the South End, stitching wounds, administering remedies, experimenting with salves and tinctures. Rumi brought magic to the clinic—restorative spells and moon-drenched runes—while Julian brought science, precision, and stubborn compassion.

They made a strange but powerful pair. The clinic became their world. Rumi barely slept. Julian often forgot to eat. They leaned on one another—first as colleagues, then as friends, then as something messier. Between shared exhaustion and whispered jokes over dissected herbs, the two became lovers in quiet, desperate moments. It was never quite romantic, not yet—but it was real. And it was hers.
Rumi and Julian received formal summons from the Count.
Rumi didn’t want to go. Julian was suspicious—rightfully so. But they were told the Count was gravely ill, and that their expertise was needed. The summons came sealed with Nadia’s crest, not Lucio’s, which gave them a sliver of hope that it might be legitimate. The palace was a gilded tomb. Opulent and echoing with silence. When they arrived, Lucio was worse than rumored—sweating, delirious, raving about demons and death.
They weren’t alone in the palace. Valdemar was there. Watching. At first, the palace physician was courteous—aloof, clinical, cold. But something about the way Valdemar spoke to Rumi made her skin crawl. They had questions about her magic, too many questions. And they kept calling her by the wrong name. As if they already knew her.Plague Era: Death
Rumi’s body lay cold and broken, her soul slipping ever closer to oblivion, trapped in the sterile chambers of the palace’s secret laboratory. Her death seemed absolute — but her mother, Beatrice, refused to accept it. Driven by desperation and boundless love, Beatrice made a terrible bargain. She sacrificed her own humanity to the Death Arcana, offering herself in exchange for the chance to pull her daughter back from the clutches of death.
The ritual was dark and harrowing. Death itself took root in Rumi’s shattered body, inhabiting it as a spectral force — neither fully alive nor dead.

This unnatural resurrection saved Rumi’s life, but at a profound cost. Her flesh was healed, but her essence was forever altered, marked by the presence of death’s cold shadow. The warmth of her own magic was replaced by an eerie, haunting energy that whispered of endings and silence.
Beatrice, though still alive, became a shell of her former self — drained of vitality, caught in a liminal state between life and death. Her sacrifice was a secret kept closely guarded, known only to a few trusted allies, including Asra, who pledged to protect them both.
Rumi awoke with fragmented memories and a mind fogged by the unnatural forces within her. Her magic no longer flowed from her soul or the moon’s gentle light, but from the dark energy that had fused with her being — a power that was both a gift and a curse. It demanded sustenance from outside sources and was volatile, unpredictable. It could heal and destroy with equal ease.
One of the most unsettling effects of this bond was the voice of Death itself, echoing in the corners of her mind. Sometimes it whispered softly, a cold breath of warning or calm reassurance, guiding her away from unseen dangers. Other times, it was a distant, haunting murmur — a reminder of the fragility of her existence and the price she pays for her second chance at life. In rare, dire moments, Death’s presence would surge forward, overriding her own will to protect her body when it teetered on the brink of collapse, healing wounds she could not, or shielding her from fatal harm.Ages: 23 - 26 ~ Post Plague
Rumi awoke with fragmented memories and after 3 years in a comatose state. Her magic no longer flowed from her soul or the moon’s gentle light, but from the dark energy that had fused with her being — a power that was both a gift and a curse. It demanded sustenance from outside sources and was volatile, unpredictable. It could heal and destroy with equal ease.

One of the most unsettling effects of this bond was the voice of Death itself, echoing in the corners of her mind. Sometimes it whispered softly, a cold breath of warning or calm reassurance, guiding her away from unseen dangers. Other times, it was a distant, haunting murmur — a reminder of the fragility of her existence and the price she pays for her second chance at life. In rare, dire moments, Death’s presence would surge forward, overriding her own will to protect her body when it teetered on the brink of collapse, healing wounds she could not, or shielding her from fatal harm.Her recovery was a slow, painful process. Her body needed to be relearned — how to move, how to breathe, how to talk, how to contain the strange magic that now pulsed beneath her skin. The presence of Death inside her sometimes left her drained and disoriented, other times fiercely alive with a sharp edge that made her both dangerous and fragile.

Despite the horror of her condition, Rumi’s resolve hardened. She was no longer the girl who had tended the sick with gentle hands. Now, she was something other — a vessel of both life and death, bound by her mother’s sacrifice and the shadow of the Death Arcana.
Her bond with Asra deepened during this time, as he became her guide and protector through the uncertainty. Though he could not reverse the bargain made, he helped her find ways to draw strength from the moon once again, to anchor her volatile power in something steadier and more familiar.The path ahead was uncertain, dark, and fraught with peril. But Rumi’s spirit burned on — a strange blend of fragile humanity and spectral power, ready to face the coming storms.

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