Crimson Bloom

Lys Amaranthe – The Reclaimer

Power:

• Primary: Cellular Regeneration & Biofield Transfer

She can heal others by touch, but every wound she mends steals a piece of her strength. Can diagnose instantly with a scan-like touch.

• Evolved: She may eventually rewrite viruses, mutate cures, or wield her biology as a weapon—healing or harming.

• Wind Surge (Secondary): For exactly 30 seconds, Lys can summon and shape the wind with precision. A sudden power—more instinct than strategy.

• She uses it rarely, usually when desperate: to scatter toxins, shield a fallen ally, or hold someone back… or closer.

• It exhausts her further if used after healing.

• The wind sometimes whispers Aira's name.

Unique Trait:

• Aira's presence drastically slows Lys's fatigue, making her regeneration abilities significantly stronger. Her heartbeat syncs more easily near Aira, allowing for longer healing sessions without collapse.

Theme:

A healer who bleeds for love—and may one day break from it.

She gives life to others while unraveling herself. A song that keeps playing, even as the instrument cracks.

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Role:

• Medic / Debuff / Emotional Buffer

• Secret Weapon in disguise

• Her wind power, though brief, can shift the tide—when it doesn't cost her too much.

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Personality Match:

• Softly obsessed, quietly watching.

• Protective to a fault, still in denial about how deep it all runs.

• Gentle—but cracked. Beautifully.

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Synergy With Others:

• Aira: Her kisses accelerate Lys's power to regenerate internal trauma. Lys, in turn, anchors Aira through emotional chaos. Their powers resonate like music and heartbeat.

• Selene: Lys can lull enemies toward unconsciousness right as Selene freezes their core temperature—sleep and death in tandem.

• Elara: When paired with Elara's siren song, Lys's lullabies form psychic harmonics—perfect for crowd control and subtle takedowns.

• Nova (Weak): Nova thrives in chaos; Lys avoids it. They clash often—Nova moves too fast, Lys needs silence.

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Status:

• Active, but restrained.

• Healing is always done at a cost, so she saves it for emergencies.

• Wind is used only in rare moments—its toll is physical, but its echo is emotional.

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How She Loves Aira:

Lys's love is obsession softened by guilt.

She watches from rooftops. Leaves herbs by doorways. Still has the photograph Aira tore in half—hers is the half with Aira's smile.

She remembers the taste of Aira's laugh, the temperature of her skin. Keeps vials of her own blood just in case. Just in case.

Would die for her. Already has, in pieces.

Now she wants her back.

Even if it means becoming the thing Aira once ran from.

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Age: 24 (Turning 25 in autumn)

Birthday: October 9

Zodiac: Libra sun with Sagittarius moon—haunted balance, wanderer's ache

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Occupation:

• Biotech researcher

• Volunteer trauma therapist

• Former hunter-for-hire (she doesn't talk about it—unless you need a body found)

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Appearance:

• Hair: Long black braid, often tied with dried herbs or rain-wilted flowers.

• Eyes: Violet-gray, like dusk over old ruins—gentle but consuming. They don't look at you. They read you.

• Skin: Olive-toned, always warm. Like the last firelight before sleep.

• Aura: A forgotten lullaby—gentle, comforting, but filled with a sorrow that lingers longer than touch.

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Style:

• Leather coats smelling of lavender and clove smoke.

• Scarves tied like stories.

• Boots worn thin from chasing ghosts.

• Soft fabrics layered over blades and vials.

• Paint smudges on her cuffs. Dried petals in her pockets. Lace no one notices—except Aira.

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Personality:

• The one who slipped through your fingers—until she comes back.

• Nostalgic. Possessive. Always almost crying—but smiling instead.

• Loves people back to wholeness, but disappears after.

• Stalks the ones she loves, not out of fear—but out of memory.

• Holds pain like an artform. Touches like a ghost.

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Hobbies:

• Pressing flowers near Aira's steps—labels them, never shows them.

• Scrapbooking sketches, notes, and post-its Aira threw away.

• Watching Aira through soft windows and foggy glass.

• Smoking clove cigarettes on rooftops where laughter used to live.

• Painting bruises. Pretending they're shadows.

• Chasing the wind when it smells like her.

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Favorites:

• Food: Herb-roasted vegetables, blood oranges, black licorice, warm honey wine

• Smells: Lavender oil, summer skin, rain on rooftops

• Music: Soft piano under thunder. Songs that sound like forgetting.

• Textures: Silk, leather, skin—anything that reminds her she once belonged to someone.

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Dislikes:

• Loud voices, fast movements

• Synthetic textures

• Conflict she can't mend

• Her own blood—especially when it's for someone else

• The sound of silence where Aira's voice used to be

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How Aira Loves Her (Still):

Aira once loved Lys with everything.

She still dreams of her braid brushing her collarbone.

Still forgives her in dreams. Still aches when she hears her name.

But love doesn't undo what Lys became to keep her.

Lys is the lullaby Aira never finished writing. The pain she never learned to forget.

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Wind. Blood. Memory.

She'll reclaim them all—starting with Aira.