Nova Caelin — The Spark-Hacker
Age: 21 (turning 22 soon)
Birthday: June 14
Zodiac: Gemini sun, Aries moon — twin firebrands dancing on a tripwire
Lineage: Father unknown. Mother disappeared during the first blackout. Raised by hackers, rooftop ghosts, and machine gods.
Occupation: Hacker-for-hire. Underground mechanic. Engineering school dropout. Saboteur-for-thrill.
Role: The Wild Card. The Catalyst. The Rogue heartbeat of rebellion.
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Appearance
Hair
A rebellious undercut dyed in defiance—burgundy one week, pastel pink the next, sometimes a stormy violet. Glitter-dusted at the roots. Streaked with copper wires and scavenged clips. Often tied with stolen ribbons—especially Aira's. Her hair is a riot you can't regulate.
Eyes
Amber-gold and alive. Always scanning, always scheming. They spark like live wires—full of questions you can't answer, promises you won't survive. She looks at Aira like she's her favorite system glitch: untouchable, beautiful, hers to decode.
Skin
Sun-kissed and freckled. Grease-smudged and rooftop-bruised. She wears her mess like a manifesto—proof she's lived, fought, dared. She's not polished. She's real.
Aura
Kinetic. Volatile. Neon lightning with a laugh that unravels codes and caution in the same breath. Her presence feels like something just short-circuited—or maybe someone just fell in love.
Vibe
She doesn't walk into your life. She rewrites its source code.
Nova is temptation in combat boots, chaos wrapped in charm, destruction with a heartbeat.
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Style & Symbolism
Layered chaos and cracked elegance.
Vintage bomber jackets scorched by memory. Combat boots with mismatched laces—one red, one stolen. Torn leggings scrawled with rogue code. Jewelry soldered from circuit boards and satellite teeth. Aira's scarves tied like soft trophies around her wrists.
She dresses like rebellion kissed by poetry—and you'll never see her the same way twice.
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Personality
Nova is a glitch in the system, a wildfire in disguise.
• Core: Brilliant. Defiant. Recklessly loyal.
• Heart: Too big. Too fast. Too dangerous to hold—unless you're Aira.
• Soul: Wired for wonder. Hungry for the forbidden. Built to break rules and rewrite endings.
• Flaws: Impulsive. Addicted to adrenaline. Trusts her gut, even when it ruins her.
She's the reason doors break open. The reason hearts forget their defenses.
And she's always one spark away from burning the map.
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Hobbies & Habits
• Codes like it's music.
• Leaves neon graffiti over surveillance towers.
• Urban climbs just to see the city blink back at her.
• Writes poems in binary. Sings to satellites.
• Names drones after dead gods.
• Tracks every place Aira has smiled—and leaves encrypted gifts there.
• Steals Aira's socks like relics. Draws her initials in hidden corners of every system.
• Smiles when things go wrong—because that's when she thrives.
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Likes & Dislikes
Likes
• Rooftop storms and burning cables
• Vintage tech with stories no one remembers
• Bubble tea (lychee, five sugars, no apologies)
• The sound of Aira breathing in her sleep
• Making Aira laugh mid-breakdown
• Chaos, poetry, and systems she shouldn't touch
Dislikes
• Cold food
• Conformity
• Being underestimated
• Blank skies
• People who don't believe in magic—or her
• Anyone who makes Aira cry
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Love
How Nova Loves Aira
Nova calls her "angel," "quiet thing," "sweetheart encrypted."
It started as a flirt. It became obsession. Now it's coded into every line she writes, every risk she takes.
She tracks Aira's footsteps like sacred paths.
Encrypts love notes into streetlights and broken billboards.
Her folders are full of Aira's photos—categorized by smile.
She doesn't sleep unless she knows Aira's okay.
Her love isn't gentle. It's urgent. Relentless. Glorious.
If Aira said "burn it down," Nova would ask, "How big?"
"She doesn't say 'I love you.' She programs it into the sky."
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How Aira Loves Nova
To Aira, Nova is the first color after grayscale. A contradiction she can't solve. A question she doesn't want the answer to.
Nova is messy and loud and too much—but Aira wants every version.
She whispers, "You make danger look like home."
She doesn't always understand Nova—but she never doubts her.
She loves the way Nova turns fear into fireworks.
She memorizes the way Nova dances when she thinks no one's watching.
"You make the end of the world look beautiful."
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Apocalypse Role
Nova's the spark that breaks the system.
The one who disables the drones, rewrites the borders, and turns death machines into lullabies.
She's the storm before the silence.
If the world ends, it'll be because she decided it had better things to become.
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Final Notes
Nova Caelin is a love letter written in fire.
A spark you can't hold—but can't let go.
She may crash everything she touches—but with Aira, she tries to build.
And when she fails, she does it beautifully.
"She's the kind of girl who'd steal heaven just to give you the stars."