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ivy, nosgothian witch

down w/the thiccness

_{" i'll be your caster, but you're adjusting. "}

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everchanging, eversifting like sand

about

Ivy Nosgoth

_{[ (more?) lore to be placed here. ]}lunar ra, fae fox
^{forked 6 in. tongue • aether blind eyes
quiet demeanor • rose fragrance}"welcome to my parlor," said the spider to the fly.^{meet Ivy; a goth rabbit with a witchy streak and a fondness for serpentes.
sporting a pair of fangs, this demonic bundle of joy & dread
will charm and delight you.Prefers being a wallflower, likes to people watch.
will burn in the sun if left too long.has telepathic capabilities with speech, highly sensitive to scent.
enhanced olfactory glands make them a great tracker, and hard to evade.}
_{try not to mutter under your breath, she definitely heard you.}commonly seen running about as a rabbit.
may sprout tails and fox-like ears.^{morpheus fox ; can shrink and enlarge at will}

SHADOWBRINGERS^{before traveling to the first, Ivy lived a somewhat simple life. wiling away the days as a red mage, her free hours consisted of herbalism and craft; most notably, coffee biscuits.upon being summoned by the Crystal Exarch, Ivy's soul split and her memories repressed. the unfortunate side-effect lifted upon destroying the Lightwarden, later revealed to be half of Ivy's split soul, now rejoined with Azem.having studied under Y'shtola, Ivy suffered the same stubbornness as her Mistress in the discovery and utilization of forbidden magick.in an effort to defeat Zenos, Ivy utilized the forbidden spell verholy to scrub the Garlean's body and aether from every reflection in the hopes of ridding Eorzea from Zenos' continued selfish plight. the consequences of the blast radius and debris caused Ivy to lose her eyes entirely.soon after she was discovered by Astor, and a bloodpact made.}

^ENDWALKER...

^DAWNTRAIL...

First Meeting ; Astor — Ash and Oath^{The world ended quietly.There was no roar of triumph after Zenos apparent defeat only the long, hollow sound of wind moving through shattered stone. Garlemald lay broken around her, the air scorched clean by Verholy’s forbidden reach, its brilliance burned so deeply into reality that even memory recoiled from it.Ivy knelt where she had fallen. She could not see the ruin she had wrought.
She could not see anything at all.Her eyes were gone. Scrubbed away as thoroughly as the enemy she had sought to erase. What remained was pain, vast and distant, and the slow, creeping realization that she had gone too far this time. Even Azem’s rejoined soul lay heavy and silent within her, exhausted by the cost.Footsteps crunched through debris. Measured. Heavy. Not hurried.A shadow fell across her, felt rather than seen. The air changed, thickened with something old and predatory, yet disciplined. Ivy’s hand twitched toward her rapier out of habit alone, fingers trembling in empty space.“…If you’ve come to finish it,” she said hoarsely, “do it quickly.”
The presence did not strike. Instead, it crouched.She felt it then—a low, steady hum in her aether, like a distant drumbeat answering her own faltering pulse. When the voice came, it was deep, roughened by death and restraint.“You are bleeding light,” it said. “And still you kneel.”A clawed hand brushed the ground near hers, not touching; never touching, yet close enough that the void answered the echo of her power. Ivy inhaled sharply as something recognized her. Not her body. Her soul.“I was a warrior once,” the voice continued. “Betrayed. Slain. Unfinished.”Astor Thorne straightened to his full height then, towering above her ruined form—seven feet of void-touched Xaela, black scales catching the dying glow of a world he no longer belonged to. Golden eyes regarded her not with hunger, but appraisal.“You tore a man from every reflection,” he said. “You would have erased even me, had I been in your path.” Silence stretched between them, heavy, expectant. Ivy’s shoulders sagged. “Then why am I still alive?”Astor knelt again, this time closer. His presence pressed in. “Because you are not finished either.”The void stirred eagerly at the edge of her senses as he extended his hand at last. When their skin met, the connection struck like lightning. Her aether flared weakly, his void answering in kind. Pain bloomed, then steadied, tempered by something vast and controlled.“A pact,” he said quietly. “Your life, your strength. My blade, my body, my eternity.”“What do you take?” Ivy asked. “Aether,” Astor replied. “And purpose.” She laughed weakly—breathless, broken. “That’s all I have left.”“Then it will be enough.”The bloodpact sealed not with words, but with will. The void wrapped around her like ink in water, stitching what remained of her together—not restoring what was lost, but anchoring her to something that would not let her fall alone again.When Ivy rose, she did so supported by an unseen presence at her back. From that day onward, she would never walk unguarded.Astor Thorne stood behind her not as a master, nor a servant, but as a shadow sworn to her steps, an oath bound in blood, void, and the quiet understanding that some bonds are forged only when everything else has already burned.}

^xtras

vampirism / incubusred eyes indicate rage, more commonly thirst.
^{why yes, she does sleep in a coffin.by using aether they can shift the ink that adorns their skin into different patterns and imagery, this takes a heavy toll on the user; requires a long rest.}
_{aether recovery is similar to that of Voidsent thanks to bloodpact with Astor.}incubus horns ; unseen to mortal eyes, can be seen by blood exchange^{the bloodpact with the Voidsent unlocked more than Ivy bargained for,
but the perks weren't too bad, either. equipped with a set of curled horns and a heavy third leg, Ivy can be quite the handful.}

^{shapeshifter / multi oc}

alligator pie, alligator pie

personality
_{empathetic • honest • loyal
impatient • impulsive • insecure
the quiet overworrier
bratty • sensitive}likes
_{sweet & spicy food • caramel • dr pepper
goth & vampiric themes with hopeless romance
chai • autumn breeze • wicca
strawberries • red licorice • cannabis}dislikes
_{bitter food & drink • sweet pickles • sweet tea
hypodermic needles • sushi
green tea • summer heat • cigarettes
melon • mint chocolate • pill medication}

wake up to reality

alter ego

Astor Thorne

[ (more?) lore to be placed here. ]very large alligator man
voidsent companion & bodyguard of Ivyprevious alias unknown • bound by blood
^{war mainhaving watched the bout between Ivy and Zenos from afar,
the curious Voidsent approached the declining Warrior of Light.enacting a bloodpact, Astor has remained her personal shadow ever since.}

Voidsent Oathbound^{Once a feared Xaela warrior of the Azim Steppe, Astor Thorne stood among the greatest of his tribe. An executioner in war, a guardian in peace. His life was cut short by betrayal, assassinated by a rogue Khan who feared his loyalty and strength more than any enemy blade. Death, however, did not claim him fully.Drawn back from the void by oath rather than will, Astor returned changed, voidsent-bound, his soul anchored to purpose instead of flesh. Now standing over seven feet tall, his imposing frame is clad in black scales, a heavy alligator tail marking his draconic heritage. His golden eyes, once bright with Steppe-fire, now burn with a colder, enduring resolve.Astor speaks little. His presence alone is enough. He serves as Ivy’s companion and bodyguard, not as a servant, but as a sentinel—watchful, unwavering, and utterly lethal when provoked. His weapon of choice, a massive great-axe, is wielded with the same brutal precision that once made his name feared across the plains.Though touched by the void, Astor is not mindless. He is honor-bound, restrained, and deeply loyal. A shadow that stands between Ivy and the world, ready to meet blade, spell, or god alike without hesitation.}

hold your breath

doppelganger

Osiris Nosgoth

[ (more?) lore to be placed here. ]mysterious eldritch jackrabbit
artifact keeper & doppler of Ivypossible assimilation • calm, cool and collected
^{no one knows his real name.Though his exterior is refined, a gentleman’s veneer sculpted by habit and lineage, beneath it lies something ancient and carnal, a hunger he keeps carefully caged. To those who draw near, Osiris offers not warmth but gravity: the sense that yielding to him might mean both surrender and transcendence.}

The Quiet Sovereign of Lysvale^{Lysvale was not always ruled by banners or bloodlines. It was shaped instead by will; by those rare figures whose presence bent others not through force, but through inevitability. Osiris Nosgoth was born into this truth.He came of age during the valley’s most fragile era, when authority was loud and brittle, when power was seized rather than held. Osiris learned early that domination declared is domination resisted. So he cultivated silence. Observation. Patience. He listened more than he spoke, watched the subtle hierarchies form in rooms where no one admitted they existed, and understood instinctively what others learned only through failure: people long to yield to something that feels safe enough to trust and strong enough to endure.His markings appeared after his first binding rite. An ancient Lysvalean tradition meant to test restraint rather than aggression. The inky sigils crept across his skin not as punishment, but as recognition. They marked him as one who could carry desire without being consumed by it, hunger without surrendering to excess. From that day forward, his presence deepened. Rooms quieted when he entered. Conversations slowed, then softened, then oriented themselves around him without his asking.Lysvale Manor became his seat not by inheritance, but by invitation. Those who came to him did so willingly: nobles seeking guidance, supplicants seeking structure, wanderers seeking the relief of being seen and measured. Osiris never commanded obedience outright. He offered clarity, and in that clarity, many chose to kneel—whether in body, in voice, or only in spirit.Within the valley’s dynamics of dominance and submission, Osiris occupies a singular role: the arbiter of balance. He does not indulge cruelty, nor does he mistake gentleness for weakness. Submission under his gaze is not humiliation; it is a kind of shelter. Those who yield to him are not diminished, but focused, allowed to rest within boundaries they trust him to maintain.Privately, however... Osiris’s hunger is real, deep, and carefully leashed. He is not untouched by longing; he simply refuses to let it rule him. When intimacy is granted, it is deliberate and rare. An act of profound trust rather than impulse. To be chosen by him is to be studied, understood, and ultimately claimed with reverence, not possession.In the quiet hours of the manor, when the valley sleeps and the candles burn low, Osiris remains awake—hands folded, gaze distant. He is not lonely, but he is solitary. The kind of man who knows that power exercised with care must be carried alone.}

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