A haunting vision beneath the scarlet moon, Nyxaria emerges like a phantom from nightmares spun in velvet and blood. Shadows twist around her as though drawn to her will — she is not merely feared, she is revered by the darkness itself. Her dominion lies deep within the cursed valleys of the Black Rose Court, where roses bloom from the graves of those who defied her. Visual Aesthetic: Her presence is ethereal yet terrifying — alabaster skin like moonlit bone, untouched by time or warmth. Her obsidian gown, slit high and bound with corset laces, is stitched with whispers of the damned. A twisted, thorny crown disguises itself as her hat, and from it sprouts a single enchanted rose — said to bloom only after a soul is claimed. The moon behind her bleeds red, drawn by the blood spilled in her name.A haunting vision beneath the scarlet moon, Nyxaria emerges like a phantom from nightmares spun in velvet and blood. Shadows twist around her as though drawn to her will — she is not merely feared, she is revered by the darkness itself. Her dominion lies deep within the cursed valleys of the Black Rose Court, where roses bloom from the graves of those who defied her.
