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Dysa Elowen Bloom

Below shoulder-length layered pure white hair that glows paler with emotion, often kept in decorative viking-like braids. Pale skin with freckles scattered across her face, white eyelashes and eyebrows, doe eyes, and a slim, slightly curved nose. She stands at 5'5 with a rounded face and triangle body type. Her style leans cottagecore and vintage: lots of greenery with hints of red, mostly in pants with high flat boots and long blouses. Her room is messy and overflowing with letters from her late parents.

Reckless curiosity, impulsive, trusting, emotional, creative, silly, kind, and deeply in love with nature. She often feels like she doesn’t belong anywhere.

Dysa’s broom was her late father’s: long, sturdy hand-carved cedar wood that spirals at the end, with wild light-brown bristles. A sage green ribbon from her mother is tied at the end. Her wand matches the broom’s wood, with crystals at both ends that match the color of her eyes. Her magic aura swirls in dark misty blue, white, and sage green.

Her parents died in a mysterious fire, leaving her terrified of flames and struggling with abandonment. She was sent to live with her assassin aunts, even though she doesn’t want to kill or hurt anyone. She lives in a house of assassins as a not-assassin, constantly torn between the life expected of her and the life she wants.

Auntie Talia (Titi) — 34, a wild, emotionally driven witch with even crazier hair. Easily angered but fiercely protective and caring. Talia is Azaria’s sister.
Auntie Azaria (Zaria) — 38, neat, calm, organized, and put-together, but deeply loving. She is Talia’s older sister and often the steady presence in the house.
Aron Thornhelm — 17, almost 18. The prince of Thornvale and currently the only human who hasn’t tried to kill Dysa.

Talia Fernwyn Bloom

Fair skin with large under-eye bags from staying up making potions. Wild, probably matted, crazy curly deep dark purple hair (almost black) that glows slightly with emotion. Slim but slightly bushy eyebrows matching her hair, black eyelashes, almond-shaped bright purple eyes, and a longer pointed nose. She’s 5'8, with a pointed chin and slightly rounded slim pear-shaped body. At home she dresses messy and wild; on jobs she’s a bit more professional. She owns lots of loose long skirts she sometimes wears as tops, and loves platform boots. Her room always smells of herbs and “unknown substances,” full of glowing potions — including many failed, explosive ones.

Very outgoing and wild. She loves trying to make potions, though she’s terrible at it no matter how much Azaria teaches her. Randomly, she’s extremely good at one thing: a potion that lets her spy on whoever she wants, if she has the right ingredients. Very sassy, sarcastic, and dramatic. She’s a big fan of broom racing, knits when she’s upset, and writes slam poetry.

Her broom is crooked and curved but sturdy, made of light brown pinewood with random doodles etched into it from her teen years. The bristles are a mix of curly and straight brown with some green strands. Her wand is a very crooked stick with a sharp dark purple crystal at the base, matching her broom. Her magic aura erupts in pink, green, orange, purple, and teal all at once.

Her oldest sister died in a fire years ago, leaving only Dysa behind. She’s been taking care of her sister’s child ever since, and Dysa reminds her every day that her beloved sister is gone. That love and grief sit under every sharp word.

Azaria — her older sister. They’re very close and argue constantly, but it’s rooted in deep care.
Dysa — her niece. She loves her fiercely, but they clash often over missions, morality, and Dysa’s refusal to kill.

Azaria Wilwood Bloom

Paler skin with a cut across her eyebrow from a fight a few years ago. Slim pointed nose, short shoulder-length deep dirty-blonde hair often dyed red with her own potion mix, usually pinned in a neat bun. Slim arched eyebrows matching her hair, fox-like deep red eyes, sharp chin, slim face. She’s 5'9½ with a skinny hourglass body type. She dresses very neat and put together, especially on the job; when comfortable, she wears fluffy pajamas. She loves witchy suits and heeled boots. Her room is even more organized than she is: perfectly arranged, cozy, and private. All potions are color coded, perfectly made, and contained; her cauldron is bright hot pink. Her room smells like vanilla candles and sage.

Calm, collected, mysterious, caring, and a very good listener and advice giver. Mature and smart, she acts nonchalant but secretly listens to bubbly light pop. She’s extremely skilled at potions and keeps trying to teach Talia, even though it rarely ends well. As the oldest, she feels responsible for everyone.

Her broom is very straight with a sharp edge at the end — neat and a little boring on purpose. It’s dark brown oakwood with black bristles. Her magic aura swirls in deep red and earthy brown around her and her wand. (You can decide later if you want to show her wand separately on the site.)

She’s terrified of losing her family. Her core wound is the belief that she must be a perfect protector for her sister and niece, always in control, always responsible — even when it hurts her.

Nyma Rosamund Holloway

Warm brown smooth skin, heart-shaped face, rounded monolid eyes, round button nose, slim eyebrows, and rounded pink lips with a defined cupid’s bow. Her eyes are a warm, defiant shade of gold. She has long, thick 4C curls, often dyed blonde or styled into cute braids. Rounded chin, pretty face, 5'4, with a pear-shaped body. She wears browns, tans, and black, and only gold jewelry — always decked out. She loves jeans with embroidered patterns on the pockets and down the legs, loose tops with pirate vibes, and retro mid-calf western-style boots. She tries to be neat, but somehow things end up messy. Her handwriting is always in cursive.

Very rebellious, outgoing, wild, jealous, fun, caring, and adventurous. Always outside with her best friend Vexen, even though she secretly wishes he saw her as more. Horrible at hiding her disgusted / rude mean-mug face (or she just doesn’t try). She makes music spells and random spooky noises to startle humans. Confident, slow to anger, rarely stutters — except sometimes, when Vexen looks at her…

Her broom is dark golden-brown wood with long carved lines from top to bottom. At the end, the wood curves outward into repeating diamond shapes before reconnecting. The bristles are light brown and kept neat by a black ribbon. Her wand matches the broom’s wood and color, with a handle holding a citrine, diamond-shaped crystal embedded perfectly through the center. The wand narrows and sharpens toward the tip. She excels at illusions and quick spells; illusions can glitch when she’s emotional, and quick spells drain her stamina if she overdoes them. She struggles with long, complicated incantations. Her magic aura glows golden, matching her eyes but a shade brighter.

She fears losing everyone and being rejected. Her parents put very high expectations on her, leading her to make reckless decisions just to get on their nerves. Her current problem? She likes a vampire. A lot.

Vexen Julian Ashworth

Asian, with tanned skin and a sharp young face usually tilted into a smirk, showing off his teeth. Slim, longer nose, very sharp eyes with deep red irises, and sharp fangs. His brows are bushy and expressive. He has semi-long dark curls ending where his neck meets his shoulders. His hair is originally light blonde, but he dyes it black to blend into the night (not the humans — he doesn’t care about them). He’s 5'10 with a lean, soft muscular build. Always dressed in black: masks, hoods, leather. He wears the loudest boots he can find and likes to walk around towns at night whistling ominously, leaving at the last possible second. Surprisingly clean and always smells good.

Chaotic, extremely funny and energetic. Loves explosions, despite being a vampire, and is very good at smooth talking. Carefree as a bird but fiercely protective of his loved ones. Rebellious but caring, a little crazy but always fun to be around. Very silly and charming, sarcastic and sassy — he’ll stank-face you and strut away. He absolutely hates werewolves.

His bat form is larger than a regular bat with sharper, more defined wings, fangs hanging out of his mouth, and fully red eyes. He’s fast but lazy and often catches rides on Nyma’s broom. To transform, he has to jump off something — even the ground. If he’s hungry, he can’t maintain bat form for long.

He can go out in the sun, but if he’s not covered properly, steam rises from his skin. It doesn’t burn, just tickles. Fire, however, burns him quickly and painfully. He rarely drinks human blood, usually targeting livestock, except on blood moons, when he loses control of his thirst. He’s fast on foot, with long sharp nails. On blood moons his fangs lengthen, nails sharpen, and he becomes faster, stronger, and more sensitive to scent. He can’t get warm, so winter is hell for him. His transformation aura color is a dark green.

He worries his energy is “too much,” then pretends he doesn’t care, and later hates himself for acting so unbothered when he’s actually deeply affected. With ten siblings, he never got enough attention from his parents, leaving him rough around the edges. His conflict? He’s still figuring that one out.

Prince Aron Thornhelm

Lightskin, right in the middle, with short curly dark brown hair and warm brown eyes. Sharp defined cheekbones, slender athletic build, 5'9. He wears tailored royal garments in deep jewel tones, polished boots, and coats with subtle embroidery. He keeps a ceremonial sword at his side but rarely uses it. He looks royal but approachable, with youthful charm and a hidden ache for something new.

Kind, curious, intelligent, respectful of tradition but quietly rebellious. Slightly awkward, quick to notice others’ emotions, and deeply protective of the people he cares about. Brave when needed, and he values honesty and loyalty above all else.

He fears failing in his role as prince, and also fears that fulfilling it will cost him his happiness. He worries constantly about disappointing his kingdom and family. Losing his father at a young age left a deep ache beneath his polite exterior. He wonders if he’s living up to what his father would have wanted and feels the weight of being the heir — always “perfect,” even when unsure. He’s torn between royal duties, marriage expectations (including Princess Elaria), and his growing, confusing feelings for Dysa, the witch who refuses to fit any of his mother’s stories.

Princess Elaria Seraphine Ellingrose

Pale with soft features, wavy brunette hair falling to mid-back, forest green eyes, small nose, and full lips. 5'5. Always in flowing pastel gowns with lace or embroidery, pearls in her hair, and gloves to match. She dresses up in any weather, keeps her shoes spotless, and carries a small fan or handkerchief. She looks perfect, but there’s an awkwardness in her posture that betrays nerves.

Sweet, polite, ambitious, and eager to please, though sometimes naive. She wants to be liked and admired, and sometimes comes off snotty, uptight, or spoiled — it’s how she’s been raised. Curious and clever when truly challenged, though not many people see that side of her. Dramatic in small ways: flinches, sighs, complaints; resilient in quieter ways that others overlook.

She fears losing approval, being overlooked, or failing to secure a strong alliance for her kingdom. She’s always felt in someone else’s shadow — siblings, court favorites, or expectations. She’s hyper-aware of being judged for her title and appearance, and sometimes doubts that anyone would like her for who she truly is. She is supposed to be pursuing Prince Aron, unaware he’s quietly drawn to Dysa. She’ll wrestle with jealousy, misunderstandings, and the limits of her own confidence as the story unfolds.

Queen Victoria Thornhelm

Soft pale skin, soft gray eyes, and long dark brown hair usually styled in elaborate ponytails. 5'7. She wears deep jewel-toned gowns with lace, jewels, gloves, and elegant but discreet jewelry. Her posture is perfect and her presence commanding, but her eyes soften around family. She often fiddles with a ring when she is thinking or stressed.

Wise, strategic, patient, and caring. In private she can be gentle, playful, and humorous with Aron. She knows when to be strict and when to bend rules — especially for him. Calm, observant, confident, and constantly hurting under the surface. Her love can turn into pressure, her fear into control.

She fears losing her family, making a mistake that endangers the kingdom, or failing to protect her son. Past personal losses made her hyper-aware of danger and careful with trust. She struggles to show vulnerability and carries burdens silently, which can make her a little manipulative without meaning to be. Her conflict lies in balancing her role as queen with being Aron’s mother, while navigating mystical threats, witches in Thornvale, and the chaos that seems to follow her son everywhere.