Elara Nyx —The Siren | The Velvet Vice
Alias: The Voice of Velvet | The Velvet Vice
Age: 20 turning 21
Birthday: January 19
Zodiac: Capricorn
Lineage: Descendant of ancient Oceanids, daughters of primordial song. Her blood carries siren mythos, long diluted by fame and fire, now reawakened.
Current Status: Dormant — awaiting reawakening during a crisis of sound, a collapse of silence.
Role: The Siren | Distraction, Crowd Control, Emotional Manipulator
Theme: A voice born for the world, twisted solely for one.
Occupation: Former global icon—idol, actress, performer. Now, a shadowed recluse with a voice that clings to memory.
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Appearance
• Hair: A long, cascading river of black-purple silk. Sometimes sleek, sometimes in loose waves—always untouchable, like shadow under moonlight.
• Eyes: Deep violet-blue—like smoke trapped behind glass, always half-lidded, always watching.
• Skin: Pale as starlight filtered through fog, flawless and cool-toned—ethereal in dim light.
• Height & Build: Tall, statuesque, with a slow, deliberate grace. Curves sculpted for slow-dancing and whispered sin.
• Beauty: Cinematic. Deliberate. Every glance, every breath, a curated act of desire. She looks like temptation made flesh.
• Aura: Velvet-drenched danger. The kind of woman who enters a room and turns air into tension. When she smiles, something inside you tightens.
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Style & Symbolism
• Clothing: Silk robes slipping from shoulders. Velvet slip dresses that cling like memory. Thigh-high boots that never beg.
• Accessories: Gold chains. Opera gloves. A silver locket with a single lock of Aira's hair—worn always, never explained.
• Signature: Midnight lipstick. A perfume no one can name—smells like crushed rose petals, old secrets, and something faintly sinful.
• Always: Barefoot indoors. As if she owns every floor she walks on.
• Symbolism: The voice as weapon. Silk as skin. Velvet as sin. Her presence is a seduction that steals breath, and never asks for it back.
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Personality
• Intoxicating.
Elara is both invitation and trap. Seduction as instinct. Her presence is heavy, designed to disarm, and once you fall into her voice, there's no safe way out.
• Possessive.
She doesn't love gently. She consumes. She doesn't ask—she takes. Her affection is lavish, dangerous, obsessive. She remembers everything Aira wears, every blink she hides behind.
• Obsessive.
When Aira dances, Elara watches—silently. Secretly. Over and over again, like it's the only thing that makes sense in the world.
• Manipulative & Loyal.
She never lies without purpose, but never reveals everything. And when it comes to Aira, she is both predator and shield.
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Hobbies & Habits
• Singing lullabies in rooms Aira once stood.
• Writing lyrics only Aira would decode.
• Choreographing routines mimicking Aira's private movements.
• Collecting vintage gowns from fallen cities—"they carry ghosts."
• Watching Aira dance through cracked doors. Always watching. Never far.
• Guilty Pleasure: Making out with Aira. Obsessively. Often. She never asks—she takes.
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Likes & Dislikes
Favorite Food:
• Champagne grapes, peeled slowly, fed by hand.
• Black truffle risotto—eaten in silence, after midnight.
• Fig preserves spread on rare bread—ritual, not hunger.
• Aira's cooking. Everything she touches. Everything about her—inside and out.
• Aira's moans—especially when Elara's the cause.
Dislikes:
• Anything ordinary. Anything cheap. Anything loud without meaning.
• Cameras without consent.
• Betrayal in the name of reason.
• The word "no"—especially from Aira's lips.
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Romantic Obsession: Elara's Love for Aira
Elara's love is a lethal romance.
It started with lust—an electric ache. But obsession bloomed like wildfire in velvet. She left fame not for peace, but for Aira.
She lives for the reflection of herself in Aira's wide, terrified eyes.
She wants Aira's body, yes—but more: her silence, her fear, her joy.
She wants to ruin her. Then remake her.
Elara doesn't just love Aira. She needs her. And she'll destroy herself to have her.
"You once made me feel real. Now, I'll make you unforgettable."
Secret Joy: Kissing Aira breathless. Obsessively. As often as she can. It's beyond desire—it's devotion by mouth.
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Aira's Love for Elara
Aira is both afraid of Elara and drawn to her like fire.
Elara's gaze strips her. Her voice makes her dizzy.
Being desired that deeply—it feels like being owned. It terrifies Aira. And yet, she leans in.
Sometimes, in the dark, when Aira can't sleep, she seeks Elara. Not for comfort—but for the chaos.
"You're the sin I choose to live with."
And Elara never stopped smiling.
Their love is destructive, divine, and disarming. It doesn't need words—just glances that bruise and silences that scream.
Together, they are ruin in velvet.
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Apocalypse Role
Codename: Siren Unit: CR-019 | "Velvet Frequency"
Function: Acoustic Manipulation, Mass Distraction, Psychological Dismantling
Trigger Event: Citywide silence. Aira's scream. The collapse of all sound.
Manifestation:
• Her voice becomes frequency weaponry—sound that shatters glass, minds, loyalty.
• She sings and people forget why they were fighting, forget who they are.
• In battle, she walks untouched, barefoot, turning soldiers to statues with lullabies.
She sings for Aira—and ends empires with it.
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Final Notes
• Elara is not a villain—but she is not safe.
• Her voice is her power, but her silence is what undoes people.
• She once swore to the stars: If Aira dies, I will scream the world to its knees.
• She writes her pain into lyrics no one hears. She speaks only when it matters.
• Her soul is a melody bent around Aira's name.
• She is not coming back for fame. She's coming back for her girl—and she will unmake the world to hold her again.