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name: xanthe virellen.

alias: xan, levi.
age: 28.
date of birth: 44 thalos 1472
occupation: vagrant, assistant.

abilities: blood magick.
sexual orientation: bisexual.
romantic orientation: demiromantic.
relationship status: single.

location of birth: aurelmar tidelands, thaloriel.

current location: velunthar isles, thaloriel.

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You can call me Rei, Moto, Mami, Motormother, or just by my character's name. I'm in my mid 20s and go by she/her pronouns.

When it comes to romantic plots, I do not go into any of them with an endgame in mind, so please be mindful of that. I prefer to see how things work out between our muses and I enjoy taking my time.

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can the circumstances of one's birth determine the entirety of their life?

are some children cursed? doomed to be a plague to all who cross paths with them?

can the curse be broken? and how much must one sacrifice, how much blood need to be shed?

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My timezone is GMT -4 (EST in the US) and I work a full time job Saturdays thru Wednesdays. Because of that, my replies may be sporadic and sometimes, I do lose muse. As for reminders, do feel free to remind me if I haven't replied after 2 weeks!

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likes: nighttime, live entertainment, books on ancient history, rare meat, sweet wines, learning about people, traveling to other nations.

dislikes: people who ask too many questions, pessimists, dry food, politics, logic before feelings.

secrets: the trail of bodies he's left behind, the visions he sees in his nightmares, the whispers he hears. the curse that runs through his blood.

fears: dying to his affliction. dying because of his affliction.

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I will generally tend to mirror the writing of whoever my partner is. So if you prefer semi-para, I'll do my best to match that. If you prefer full paragraphs/novella, I can mirror that too. I also prefer to write in rooms whenever possible, but if you're uncomfortable writing nsfw in rooms, we can move that to a gpm. I don't write on walls

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pros: resourceful, diligent, kind hearted, loyal, passionate, charismatic, empathic, engaging, alluring.

cons: unstable mood, secretive, fierce killer, intense, mysterious, constantly seeks approval.

neutral: sensual, curious, creative.

upon first meeting xanthe, one can immediately pick up on an aura that is both magnetic and mysterious. he's a natural at conversation, the way he holds himself exudes an effortless sensuality - both masculine and feminine in presentation. questions asked about him are often sidestepped in favor of learning more about the other person. if he's interested in someone, he makes it known through his words and in subtle touches.

as the madness begins to creep in, xanthe's sense of reality warps. he experiences paranoid delusions about those closest to him, he hears voices, he's volatile and unpredictable. he's prone to lashing out, and in some instances, killing those around him.

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I'm more than okay with more detailed plots, with more spur of the moment meetings, and love deep long term connections. Just DM me if you're interested in any of my connections + plots, or if you want to pitch one!

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faceclaim: park seonghwa.

height: 178cm
eye color: pitch black. a gaze with a piercing intensity, his eyes are very emotive.
hair color: black, mid length and often left down.
physique: athletic. lean muscles throughout his body from years of physical activity. his stature is very elegant, unlike many other commoners. he wields weapons with poise and his magick with the precision of an experienced hemomancer.

fashion: xanthe wears unassuming colors - mostly neutrals of black and grey. he enjoys leather and faux leather garments, nothing too skin tight. his guilty pleasures are silver metals and he wears silver jewelry often. tucked into his shirt is a silver vial containing blood.

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Only genre I do not enjoy writing is anything involving intense gore (ironic, all things considered). Always plot out angst, drama, or things with potential triggers just in case I'm not in the right headspace for it.

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Assuming rei = the character. Being petty or shady. Multiple reminders about replying within a short span of time. Doing something fucked up midplot without talking to me first. I can, and will, straight up avoid interacting with you if you do these things.

If there's any concerns, I prefer trying to talk one on one to work things out so that both parties can come to an understanding. I don't bite! I'm human, you're human.

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the eldest members of house virellen speak of a time where the house once stood proud amongst the rest of the nobility. they were the most devoted to the goddess, blessed with her gifts. as the tide has shifted in thaloriel, it is evident that those days lie in the ashes of the family's past. as of recent decades, the virellen's are a commoner family hailing from the aurelmar tidelands known for their spiritweavers.

back in 1493, the virellens mysteriously vanished - as if they had never existed. many rumors have spread about the family disappearance, some ranging from a seafaring accident to the more outlandish. depending on which local you ask, you may hear a rumor that the eldest son of the family slaughtered them all - a crazed blood mage on the loose. with no sign of the virellens since the incident, the secrets may have washed away with the tides.

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xanthe is a child who should have never been born. bad omens followed him since his conception. melanthios and anais virellen were excited to be blessed with twins and planned to name them xanthe and ianthe. however, one twin would absorb the other in the womb. this was the first bad omen that followed xanthe.

throughout his childhood, xanthe would experience frequent headaches. he looked on with envy as two of his younger siblings began to learn hydromancy. meanwhile, he was often ill and bedridden. whenever he would sleep, he would have nightmares about impending doom. he would see the bodies of his family strewn about before him, a rising crimson wave that would crash on the royal castle and sink it into the depths of the ocean, a world shrouded in darkness without the moon's light.

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the first time he used his magik, he could feel every drop flowing through his younger brother's body. xanthe's fingers twitched to and fro and his brother moved, like a puppet dancing from strings. he didn't intend to use it and yet... it came to him so naturally.

his family did what they could to keep him hidden from the outside world, knowing that if it were to be revealed their son was capable of using blood magik, that he would become subject to cruel experiments. for a brief time, they considered sending him to the ward of mad mages on the far side of the tidelands. with each passing day, his power only grew more hungry, eating away at his body until he was on the brink of death.

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blood magik was unlike anything his family knew of, or could handle. it is a greedy source that only wishes to consume. a thirst that can only be quenched by more magik. xanthe learned this very early on when his madness took control of him. at first, his head was pounding, his ears were ringing, his eyes felt as though they would burst. the next moment he knew, a man's dead body lie before him - dehydrated as if all the fluid from his body had been absorbed. xanthe's head no longer ached and he could breathe easier.

it hungers. it thirsts. it demands more and more.

one night in 1493, the full moon was high in the sky over the tidelands. xanthe was lying in bed. the past few days, he was experiencing more hunger pains. his mind was gradually slipping and he knew if he did not satisfy the hunger, he would soon die. on this particular full moon night, the hunger was the most intense it had ever been. xanthe was digging his blunt nails into his palms, chewed on his tongue until it bled. there were voices in his head that began as whispers, then grew into screams and shrieks. his body shivered uncontrollably. his heart raced. he knew he was going to die.

xanthe ran out of his family's home into the cool night, bathed in the glow of the moon. his concerned family members ran out after him, calling his name. their calls for him blurred with the screaming, the shrieking, the rattling of his bones, the pounding of his heart.

make it stop. make it stop. make. it. stop.

next he opened his eyes, xanthe was surrounded by the lifeless bodies of his family. drained, just like that man from a few years ago.

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ever since that night, xanthe was on the run. he traveled away from thaloriel for a few years, sneaking onto vessels that would take him anywhere. but the wayward son has returned back to his home in recent years.

through a twist of fate, he caught the attention of professor lioren at the velunthar institute. at the risk of being captured, he's agreed to allow limited experimentation using his blood in hopes of finding a cure for his condition.

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a study on blood magik and its effects - journal from xanthe. 

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a study on blood magik and its effects - journal from xanthe. 

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for my entire life, i have avoided using this curse. i've never met another like me and they are all believed to be dead or locked away in cages. so i must use myself as my own study subject, in the hopes that somehow i can make sense of this.

the blood magik is very mutable. in a way, it does behave like the hydromancy i've observed from my siblings. i can control blood as a material and i have gotten better at forming it into objects. i much prefer this over the blood puppeteering i once did on marinos. maybe if i had my hands on a constant source of blood, i could use it as a weapon?

most days, it's quiet... the curse. i can live my life just like anyone else and act as though i have no magick at all. but it's temporary. the calm before the storm. when i was younger, it would come on suddenly - the aches, the hallucinations, the nightmares. they would crash onto me like a tidal wave. and i would feel as though i was drowning.

nowadays, i think i'm better at sensing when it grows hungry. i've found that absorbing others energy though absorbing their blood is what sates it. as unsavory as this is, it's my only means of surviving.

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mbti - ENFP, The Campaigner

As an ENFP (Campaigner), he is a vibrant force of enthusiasm, creativity, and idealism. His mind is a constant whirlwind of ideas and possibilities, each more exciting than the last. He approaches life with an infectious energy that draws others to him, his charisma and genuine interest in people making him a natural connector and inspirational force.

His curiosity knows no bounds, and he has an insatiable appetite for new experiences and perspectives. This openness, combined with his vivid imagination, allows him to see potential and opportunity where others might not. He's not just a dreamer, though – he is a dreamer with a mission, driven by a deep-seated desire to make the world a better place.

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Age: 25-30

Rank: Noble

Gender: Female

Nation: Thaloriel

Genre: Angst, drama

Your family has had a longstanding relationship with the Virellen’s, even despite their fall from grace to the commoners. The reason? Many generations ago, the Virellen’s had a powerful blood mage in their family and your ancestors wanted to ensure the power in your bloodline with this forbidden magic. Despite this ancestor marrying into the family, they were unable to produce any heirs of this magic due to infertility.

For generations, neither family produced a blood mage. But the agreement between the two would remain in the hopes that another would emerge. Then Melanthios and Anais Virellen had a son with the curse. The deal was simple: have Xanthe marry the most magically adept daughter and produce heirs. In exchange, him and his family would be protected by yours until the day the curse would inevitably consume him.

Then in 1493, the entire house Virellen vanished. The locals were unsure of what happened to the family, but you had a suspicion that Xanthe was behind it. For years, you were unable to pick up on his trail or you were always two steps behind him. Now, you hear word that the runaway leviathan has returned to Thaloriel's shores. It is of utmost importance that you find him and make him an offer he can not refuse.

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YASASHISA Lyrics - Fujii Kaze  [ Eng/Rom ]   // Kindness

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Kayn, the Shadow Reaper (From League of Legends: Season 7)

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patriarch: melanthios virellen (deceased).

matriarch: anais virellen (deceased).

eldest son: xanthe virellen (alive, 28).

eldest daughter: ianthe virellen (deceased).

second daughter: xernona virellen (deceased).

second son: marinos virellen (deceased).

youngest daughter: camarina virellen (deceased).