Yanadere

How high can we count before a mod gets involved?

44

The Golden age of Piracy

Babel "Baby" Huron

"Call me 'Baby' again, love—see what happens."

---

Alias:“Baby”
Role: Master Gunner
Age: 26
Weapons: Darlin’ & Devil, Dainty & Dirty

---

Biography:
Babel Huron was never meant for still waters. Born in the gutters of a bustling port city, she grew up beneath the keels of passing merchant ships and learned early that trust was a luxury and gold bought silence better than friendship. Nicknamed "Baby" by her first crew for her deceptively delicate looks, the name stuck, but the jest died quick on the lips of those who saw her fight.

Babel is sharp-tongued and sharper-eyed, a woman with a silver voice and a dagger behind her back. She speaks a half-dozen tongues, which earned her the name “Babel,” though some say it's because she never stops talking. Rumor has it she once sweet-talked a navy officer out of his own ship, then sold it back to the crown under a different name.

She's got a fondness for fine silks, stolen rings, and rum laced with cinnamon. But beneath the flirtation and flair lies someone with a brutal past—she lost her first crew in a navy ambush, and she’s never let go of the grudge.

Now, as part of a new crew, Babel carves her way across the sea, chasing fortune, freedom, and a place where no one ever calls her "little" again.

---

Notable Traits

• Fluent in multiple languages; skilled negotiator and manipulator
• Deadly with dual daggers and a flintlock tucked in her bodice
• Keeps a small locket with an unknown portrait inside
• Often wears jewelry from every port she's ever stolen from

The Golden age of Piracy

<Snipped quote by Tally Dor>

You know I'm surprised there is none yet

@Psycho Sushi

Im currently working on that LMAO

The Golden age of Piracy

AAAAAAHHHH MY FIRST PIRATE RP WITH MY PIRATE BB I MUST JOIN

I would like Master Gunner if available!! I'll post a CS later when I don't feel like hurling c:

Greetings, everyone.

Hello! Welcome to guild, it's great to have you, fellow Aquarius.

Another roleplayer?! In this economy?! On a roleplaying site?!

Welcome to the Guild! Great to have you finally join us!

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

Finally some actionnnn

To Hold Back The Dark

Another hero to help those struggling!

Nova Andromeda

---

22 - 5'7" - Cyrene (Ruined Holy Village)

Alignment – Light Bearers

---

‎‧₊˚✧ Personality ✧˚₊‧

• ✧.* Devoted but Strained
  
  
  
  • ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Nova is deeply loyal to the goddess Aleathen, but her faith is mixed with fear and uncertainty. She reveres the light, but feels the burden of expectation pressing hard on her soul.
• ✧.* Warm and Protective
  
  
  
  • ࣪ ִֶָ☾. She treats others with gentleness, often taking on a big-sister role. Even in warzones, Nova speaks with compassion—though it sometimes leads her to hesitate when decisive action is needed.
• ✧.* Guilt-Ridden Survivor
  
  
  
  • ࣪ ִֶָ☾. The memory of her brother’s sacrifice never leaves her. She carries survivor’s guilt like a brand and pushes herself beyond her limits to protect others, refusing to let anyone else die “because of her.”

---

‎‧₊˚✧ History ✧˚₊‧
Nova was born in Cyrene, a quiet temple-village nestled in a sun-blessed valley. The village was sacred to Aleathen and it was said that her blessing flowed through the springs and skies. But the Grim came regardless, ravenous, laughing, tearing through wards that were supposed to protect the innocent.

Nova was just a girl when the attack came. She remembers blood in the water, ash on the altar, and her brother’s arms shoving her into the sacred pool. That divine light consumed her, but did not kill her. She emerged days later, body glowing, eyes bright with something inhuman. Everyone else was gone.

Since then, Nova has become Aleathen’s chosen. She fights with a grace not entirely her own, wielding light like a blade. Every battle is penance. Every life saved is a prayer. She is the last daughter of Cyrene and she will not let the light die again.

---

‧₊˚✧ Spells and Abilities‎ ✧˚₊‧

• ࣪˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Radiant Ascendance
  
  
  
  • When she’s severely wounded or emotionally overwhelmed, Nova bursts into a form wreathed in wings of golden flame. Her power surges, but she risks burning herself out. She’s stronger, faster, and terrifying to look at, yet it leaves her vulnerable and weakened once it fades.
• ࣪˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Starlit Vow
  
  
  
  • Nova inscribes a glowing sigil in the air, granting allies resistance to shadow corruption and strengthening their resolve. It boosts morale and stamina, but its effects fade quickly when she moves too far away.
• ࣪˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Lance of Cyrene
  
  
  
  • A weapon of pure light she conjures and hurls like a spear. The longer she holds it before release, the more potent the impact, but if she holds it too long, the energy can destabilize and explode in her hand.
• ࣪˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Purity Nova
  
  
  
  • A concentrated explosion of divine light that erupts from her body in all directions. It sears Grim flesh and burns corruption away, but leaves her briefly exhausted and open to counterattacks.
• ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Dawnstep
  
  
  
  • Allows her to dash through beams of sunlight or any source of illumination, leaving behind a burning echo. However, it cannot function in complete darkness or Grim-drenched terrain.

---

‎‧₊˚✧ Weapons or Tools ✧˚₊‧

• ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Lightforged Pendant
  
  
  
  • ࣪ ִֶָ☾. A sunstone charm given to her by the last priest of Cyrene. It holds a fragment of Aleathen’s blessing and glows when danger is near. It also focuses her divine spells.
• ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Blessed War Skirt and Armor
  
  
  
  • Lightweight ceremonial armor remade for battle. Resistant to heat and corrosion, though vulnerable to piercing attacks.
• ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Wrist Mirror of Reflection
  
  
  
  • A magical bracer that can briefly reflect dark energy or illusions. It requires precise timing and is limited to one use every few minutes.
• ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Traveler’s Satchel
  
  
  
  • Carries medicinal herbs, spare cloth, and a relic shard from Cyrene’s altar. She keeps it close—more for comfort than practicality.

---

‎‧₊˚✧ Miscellaneous Information ✧˚₊‧
࣪ ִֶָ☾. Nova’s favorite flower is the dusk lily—a species that only blooms where sunlight touches moonlight.
࣪ ִֶָ☾. She sometimes hums the lullaby her brother used to sing. It’s become a ritual she does before battle.
࣪ ִֶָ☾. She fears the dark—not just the literal absence of light, but the growing silence she feels in the divine connection with Aleathen.
࣪ ִֶָ☾. There are rumors she glows faintly when she sleeps.

To Hold Back The Dark

@OliveYou Hope that's okay? I didn't wanna straight up assume it connected and stuff, so I left it up to you!

To Hold Back The Dark

. . . ╰──╮Kaiji Serelith╭──╯ . . .

---

Location: Dogfall Interactions: @OliveYou

---

---

Kaiji flinched as the sigil flared to life behind the man before him, burning brighter than a midday sun in a storm-sick sky. Its warmth was suffocating, holy and unyielding. The monk’s hand extended, palm open, glowing with intent. This was the moment. Kaiji’s breath hitched with fear flashing in his eyes, but not fear of the Light. It was far too well-timed.

From above, the hounds let out a shrieking howl before dropping on either side of the two men.

With a sickening crunch of flesh and stone, one landed just behind Hwei while the other lunged straight for his left side, massive jaws snapping open wide to clamp onto the monk’s outstretched arm before he could lay his hand upon Kaiji. The Grims were monstrous: part-canine, part-shadow, ribs like black iron pressing through flesh, eyes blazing like coals.

And in the second of chaos, Kaiji stood. No longer broken, no longer weak—his limbs moved with fluid precision as he shed the illusion of trembling. Blood still streaked his face, but it no longer hindered him it framed his smile. "You almost had me," he murmured, voice far too calm. “Almost.”

He flicked his wrist and let the venom rise. Ability Trigger: Mamba’s Whisper

His voice shifted, dropped into a tone so low it slithered into the mind rather than the ears. "Sleep, candlelight...fade away." The words wrapped around Hwei like a snake around the throat, weaving into his thoughts, pressing into his sense of self with soft, suffocating warmth. It wasn’t just a command, it was a pressure, an emotional weight, a suggestion formed from darkness and despair.

You’re tired. So tired. Why fight?