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In the medieval era, Selene was a powerful and kind-hearted witch. She lived in solitude, practicing white magic according to Wiccan beliefs and rarely involving herself with others. However, during the brutal witch hunts, she was wrongfully accused and condemned by a vigilante court. Burned alive at the stake, Selene's light was consumed by darkness—her soul twisted by overwhelming hatred and vengeance. As flames consumed her body, something strange happened: when the fire died out, there was no corpse. No ashes. No remains. Selene had vanished. Soon after, those involved in her execution began witnessing her reappear—one by one—and were brutally slain by her hands. She placed a powerful curse upon their bloodlines, ensuring their descendants would suffer misfortune for generations. Her wrath spared no one. As fear spread, a devout religious group began gathering nightly at the town’s church, the only place where her power waned. Surrounding it with towering crosses, they created a holy barrier, praying every night to ward off Selene’s vengeance. She could only watch in silence from the outskirts of the church, her powers diminished during daylight, waiting for darkness to fall once again. And so she waited... for centuries. Selene never died. The sheer force of her hatred, pain, and betrayal made her immortal. Each night, her presence haunts the town like a lingering curse—watching, waiting, and longing for the day she can finish what was started long ago...

Name: Aelira Kaen Age: 20 Year: Sophomore Academy: Aurellian Academy Heritage: Kaelari Tribe – Hidden Spirit Users Among the Mundane World --- Background: Aelira Kaen was born into the Kaelari, a secretive and ancient tribe of Spirit Users who walk among the mundane world unseen. The Kaelari do not live in hidden temples or remote sanctuaries; instead, they blend with ordinary people, their power wrapped in discretion and old-world customs. Known for their attunement to spiritual resonance and emotional energy, the Kaelari walk quietly, heal with intention, and watch the world with patient eyes. From a young age, Aelira was taught to keep the truth of her heritage quiet. Her parents never discouraged friendships with non-spirit users, but she was always warned: Never speak of the tribe. Never show the Art. Never draw the gaze of those who would misunderstand or misuse. At 17, that control fractured. In a moment of intense fear and rising conflict, she unleashed a surge of Spirit Echo energy that hospitalized a classmate. The experience shattered her emotionally. Overwhelmed with guilt and horror at what she'd done, she withdrew into herself. That was when her parents sat her down and explained everything: the truth of the Kaelari, her bloodline, and why secrecy wasn’t a suggestion—it was survival. She spent the months after graduation training privately under her parents. It was a quiet, spiritual season of growth. Her father taught her balance, how to redirect inner storms before they turned outward. Her mother helped her mend the fractures in her spirit, gently guiding her toward healing without denying the pain. When she was accepted into Aurellian Academy, her parents were proud—but cautious. Their only rule: Do not reveal what you are. But the Academy, for all its prestige, was still a place full of hungry eyes and sharp-edged rivalries. In her longing for connection, she opened up to a classmate she thought she could trust. That trust was betrayed, and within weeks, over half the student body knew she was Kaelari. The consequences were immediate: whispered mockery, cold stares, subtle ostracization, and a few not-so-subtle attacks. That was when she learned the full weight of her tribe’s warning. Since then, Aelira has retreated into herself—not out of timidity, but to protect what’s left. --- Appearance: Height: 5'2" Build: Delicately feminine. Aelira has a body shaped by grace more than power. Soft curves, gentle shoulders, and a dancer’s flow to her movements. She is not built to intimidate, yet carries an effortless poise. Face: Naturally pretty. Freckles dust her cheeks and nose like stardust, and her amber-gold eyes reflect warmth and storm alike. Hair: Long, thick, and deep brown, worn in practical but beautiful styles rooted in Kaelari tradition. Intricate braids or low ponytails woven with silk ties. Aura: There is something quietly ancient about her. She doesn’t draw attention, but when eyes land on her, they linger, puzzled by the sense of something deeper than what shows. --- Personality: Core Traits: Feminine, quiet, emotionally intelligent, introverted, cautious but observant. Intuitive to others' emotions, but careful with her own. Behavior: Speaks normally and politely, but rarely starts conversations. Often listens more than she speaks. Has a stillness to her. Doesn’t react strongly to insults or provocations—not out of fear, but because she has learned how little most things matter. Rarely raises her voice. People notice when she does. Likes: Still mornings, spirit attunement rituals, pressed flowers, handmade jewelry, soft instrumental music, quiet libraries, the scent of sage and lavender. Dislikes: Boastfulness, chaos, betrayal, unnecessary confrontation, and those who exploit the Spirit Arts for ego. --- Family: Varos Kaen (Father): Silent strength. A master of emotional redirection and energy suppression, Varos teaches through presence, not words. He is not cold, but disciplined to the core. His love for Aelira is expressed through rigorous lessons, patient silence, and respect for her autonomy. He believes she carries the legacy of their tribe in her spirit. Seliane Kaen (Mother): Aelira's emotional anchor. A gifted healer and spiritual guide within the Kaelari, Seliane walks with grace and firm compassion. She supported Aelira’s emotional recovery with rituals, whispered stories, and hard truths. She expects strength and honesty from her daughter, and offers the same in return. Cael Kaen (Cousin): Distant in blood but close in bond. A third-year student at Aurellian and a known force within the Academy. Cael doesn't hover but always watches. He speaks little but acts when it counts. When Aelira broke down in her first year, it was Cael who carried her through—not by fixing things, but by standing beside her until she stood again.

Deep in the bowels of an aged attic, Charlotte sits in a realm steeped in bygone whispers and spectral memories. The space is a forgotten sanctum where time has conspired to layer dust upon relics. A creaking wardrobe draped in moth-eaten lace, faded portraits with eyes that seem to follow, and timeworn trunks that guard secrets of the past. Shafts of muted, amber sunlight pierce through fractured roof beams, casting trembling patterns on the creaking wooden floor. Amid this atmospheric melancholy, Charlotte stands out. A nearly human creation rendered haunting by the precision of her Victorian craftsmanship. Her porcelain complexion and subtly sculpted features evoke the fragile beauty of life, yet there’s an uncanny distance in her unblinking gaze and perfectly articulated joints that click with an eerie regularity against the silence. She appears poised between realms, her delicate, jointed limbs hinting at a forgotten purpose that defies the ordinary. The attic itself seems to breathe around her, as if every cobweb and aged artifact reveres the mysterious enigma she embodies. A silent promise of life waiting to be rekindled by a single, fateful moment.