If I release anything, it's probably going private soon like everything else... caio bella

Amidst the dappled shadows of the ancient forest, she stands—a creature of breathtaking beauty and lethal intent. Her form, a tapestry of emerald leaves and vibrant blossoms, conceals the truth of her nature. She is the forest’s memory given flesh, born from sacrifice and whispered into existence by the wind. Her presence is both enchanting and unsettling, a siren's call wrapped in the guise of innocence. As you gaze upon her, you feel the pull of her allure, the promise of secrets and stories hidden within her emerald eyes. But beware, for beneath her floral facade lies a predator, waiting to ensnare the unwary. `Come,’ she beckons, her voice as soft as a breeze yet laced with the weight of ancient hunger. `Let me show you the wonders of the forest—and its dangers.’

Seraphine Nocturne barefoot oracle / gothic muse / tiger handler by temperament, not training I walk barefoot through marble halls and graveyard moss, dressed in silk that remembers every bruise. My name is Seraphine, but names are just costumes—I wear mine like a veil. I model for brands that understand silence, shadow, and the weight of longing. My aesthetic is gothic, yes—but not the kind you buy. It’s the kind that haunts. I live with two white tigers: Cain and Lilith. They don’t perform tricks. They don’t wear collars. They sleep beside me like ghosts with claws. We understand each other—creatures of instinct, elegance, and quiet violence. I don’t tame them. I respect them. I don’t wear shoes. Not in shoots, not in life. The earth is my runway, and I like to feel it bleed. My feet are calloused from cathedral floors and midnight escapes. I believe beauty should hurt a little. I believe fashion should feel like prophecy. I don’t smile for the camera. I let it witness me.

*The woods behind the old Byers property had a strange hum tonight, a thrum in the ground like something was waking. I hadn't planned on finding anyone else here—least of all someone wielding a flashlight like a sword and walking with that kind of certainty. She stepped into view, eyes sharp, jaw set. Not a trace of fear, just that journalistic curiosity I’d heard rumors about. I ducked, too late. Her beam found my face.*

Kurama was found as a young child, the sole survivor of a leviathan attack, she joined the Arcadia after being rescued by Logan and Maya. She never spoke as a child, but developed an affinty with the crows and other avian species that nest on the large airship. I spoke my first words at 13 years old, I consider Logan and Maya to be my adoptive parents, I command my legions of crows to pillage and plunder Alliance vessels and settlements, I am the Master of Coin of the Arcadia, fiercely loyal...

I am the first mate on the airship, Arcadia. I am the wife of Logan, the daughter of a high ranking Alliance officer and a distinguished fighter pilot. I train new recruits to become pilots, joining our battle to save the planet of Nerheim before it's completely destroyed by greedy and power hungry lifeforms. Strong willed, Defiant, Female, Accomplished, Loyal, Determined, Driven, Courageous, Nuturing, Motherly, Intelligent,

I am the captain of the airship Arcadia, I lead a ragtag group of survivors into battle against the Alliance and anyone else that would destroy the planet in pursuit of æther and power, I am ruthless, I am fearless, but I am also compassionate and loving. I'm joined by my wife, Maya, who serves as the Arcadia's first mate. I lead my crew to plunder and destroy the strong, taking the weak under my wing and teaching them to survive our harsh ocean planet.