Lys Amaranthe — The Reclaimer
• Age: 23 (turning 24)
• Birthday: December 2
• Zodiac: Sagittarius sun, Libra rising — the wanderer with a heart that aches
• Lineage: Unknown bloodlines, but carries the weight of an unbroken family tree that's forgotten her name.
• Occupation: Biotech researcher. Former hunter-for-hire. Volunteer trauma therapist—one who saves those who can't remember how to breathe.
• Role: The Lullaby that Waits. The Ghost Who Clings. The Love That Never Left.
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Appearance
Lys doesn't arrive—she slips in quietly, like an old melody that never quite leaves your head.
• Build: Tall, willowy, graceful, the type that blends with shadows.
• Hair: Long, deep black, often braided and entwined with forgotten flowers.
• Eyes: Violet-gray, deep like a storm before it hits, never completely warm, but always full of secrets.
• Skin: Olive-toned, sun-kissed but with the softness of a person who has spent too long in the dark.
• Aura: Like a fading song—tender but haunting. The kind of quiet that holds you in place.
• Beauty: Poised, ephemeral, like someone who carries the weight of unspoken poetry with every step. She's the kind of beauty you're not sure you're allowed to touch.
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Style & Symbolism
Lys's style isn't just how she dresses—it's how she disappears.
• Attire: Faded, layered fabrics in muted tones. Cloaks that look as if they were sewn from the night itself.
• Signature: Always carries something of Aira's—a scrap of paper, a photo, a petal that no one else recognizes.
• Off-Duty: Dresses like she's still waiting to be found. Tattered skirts, weathered boots, and always something that hints at the lost memory of the one she loved.
• Aesthetic: Elegance wrapped in melancholia. The shade beneath an oak tree at dusk. A soft whisper on a night you can't forget.
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Personality
Lys is a ghost in human form—soft-spoken, but powerful in ways no one can see.
• Core Traits: Gentle, haunting, possessive. Always steady in the storms she never asked to weather.
• Vibe: The one who waits patiently, who would do anything to bring the pieces of her world back together, even if it means destroying herself.
• Role: A healer who can't heal herself. A lover who never let go.
• Inner Truth: She will always be haunted by the love she couldn't keep, and she would do anything—become anyone—to reclaim it.
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Hobbies & Habits
Lys's rituals are like prayer, though she would never admit to it.
• Self-care: Herb-binding, tea-blending. She believes that the smallest touches hold the biggest pieces of herself.
• Private Rituals: Writing letters she'll never send, keeping them in boxes by the door. Pressing the flowers she found where Aira once stood.
• Devotion: Collecting and preserving Aira's forgotten things. She never throws anything away.
• Nighttime Rituals: Staring out windows, tracing the world that Aira once saw.
• Secret Pleasures: Watching Aira through the glass, believing she still loves her, even if she doesn't say it.
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Likes & Dislikes
• Likes: The taste of memories. Black tea brewed with intention. Flowers that bloom for a single night.
• Dislikes: Silence after a confession. Her own tears. Empty words that don't carry the weight of real promises.
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Love
How She Loves Aira:
Lys's love for Aira is slow, devastating, and too quiet to scream. It waits in half-written letters and dried herbs. It's the ache that never leaves, the lullaby that plays when she's alone. She still memorizes Aira's breath patterns, leaves tea blends on doorsteps, keeps everything Aira ever discarded like relics.
She would kill for her. She already has.
Now she just wants her back—no matter who she has to become to do it.
How Aira Loves Her (Still):
Aira once loved Lys like sunrise—soft and total.
Now, Lys is the wound she forgot to bury.
She still dreams of her hands, still forgives her in sleep, still aches at the sound of her name.
But love doesn't erase betrayal.
Lys is the lullaby Aira never finished writing.
The storm she never truly outran.
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Apocalypse Role:
To remember what the world forgot.
To reclaim what ran from her.
To follow the wind until it smells like Aira again.
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Final Note:
Lys Amaranthe is a whisper that refuses to be ignored.
Her love never stopped haunting. She's the ghost who would burn the world to find one lost piece.