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vitainmorte) wrote2028-11-16 12:14 am
vitainmorte) wrote2028-11-16 12:14 am
LIMELIGHT BIO
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Scarlet Swan
TEAM
Sun Sign
Sun Sign
AGE
26ish
26ish
HEIGHT
5'4"/164cm
5'4"/164cm
PRONOUNS
she/her
she/her
Appearance + Pings
Mid-back length silky red hair and blue eyes. She has small wings that come out of the back of her neck/under her ears and she also has a second pair of wings at her lower back. She's a bit pale, with freckles primarily over her nose/cheeks and also over the contours of the rest of her body. There's a diamond-ish star-shaped marking that extends top to bottom from her sternum to abdomen, and side to side somewhat over her breasts. There's an identical scar in the same position in her back. She has a tattoo of a lycoris flower on her right upper arm.
Her scent is mostly pleasantly mild/neutrally floral for those with sensitive noses, but there's a semi-permanent tang of weaponry of some sort. Like gun oil or metal. Pings as a normal mortal/bird-person, for now.
Her scent is mostly pleasantly mild/neutrally floral for those with sensitive noses, but there's a semi-permanent tang of weaponry of some sort. Like gun oil or metal. Pings as a normal mortal/bird-person, for now.
Limelight Info
Powers
Social Chameleon
A shapeshifting power. Shapeshifting is restricted to "accessory" bodyparts-- her wings (both sets), hair, and eyes. She can choose to shapeshift these body parts into different colors, small changes in appearances (like slitted pupils or changing her freckles to leopard spots/stripes/etc), or changing larger parts into a different animals', i.e. her sets of wings become cat ears and a tail instead. This gives her very small increases in senses like hearing and scenting, only lasts as long as the shapeshift does.
She can maintain a shape in her sleep, but not while knocked unconscious/"dead" or mortally injured.
People who know her decently or have worked with her know of this power.
Conservation-restoration
A healing power. Using a brush dipped in any sort of Colored Liquid (paint, HER OWN blood, coffee, etc) she can paint over and "edit"/heal injures. Small injuries only need small marks and may heal quickly, but larger injuries need some sort of recognizable shape/image and may take much longer.
This does not help with pain and leaves a temporary "tattoo" on the target for a day or so after the healing is complete.
Power is unknown to others.
Power 1
Details of power go here!
A shapeshifting power. Shapeshifting is restricted to "accessory" bodyparts-- her wings (both sets), hair, and eyes. She can choose to shapeshift these body parts into different colors, small changes in appearances (like slitted pupils or changing her freckles to leopard spots/stripes/etc), or changing larger parts into a different animals', i.e. her sets of wings become cat ears and a tail instead. This gives her very small increases in senses like hearing and scenting, only lasts as long as the shapeshift does.
She can maintain a shape in her sleep, but not while knocked unconscious/"dead" or mortally injured.
People who know her decently or have worked with her know of this power.
Conservation-restoration
A healing power. Using a brush dipped in any sort of Colored Liquid (paint, HER OWN blood, coffee, etc) she can paint over and "edit"/heal injures. Small injuries only need small marks and may heal quickly, but larger injuries need some sort of recognizable shape/image and may take much longer.
This does not help with pain and leaves a temporary "tattoo" on the target for a day or so after the healing is complete.
Power is unknown to others.
Power 1
Details of power go here!
Limelight AU
here for au stuff.
tl;dr Moretta Cygnus daylights as a popular anonymous modern artist under the moniker Kestrel Meteor and moonlights as a hitman for the Falling Stars branch of the Cordionna organized crime family. She was born into and raised to do it and views her targets as vermin. In the day to day she's an almost-shameless flirt and appreciator of stupid buff men and tall women that come on strong. Also deeply a coffee lover.
Names people might know her by:
- Moretta Cygnus: She introduces herself with this to 99% of people. Her Eonia/civilian name.
- Lycoris: the name given to her by her blood family/the Cordionna. Essentially a "work" name. "Cori" by Aloe/Val.
- Red: Nickname used by Brocade or most anyone who doesn't actually know/remember her name.
- Kestrel Meteor: An anonymous modern artist whose works sell at auction for sometimes obscene amounts of money. Very few people would know this about her and she often gets misgendered under this name since she's mostly anon. She's fine with that.
- swan_latte/"swan": twitter username. Mostly posts WIPs and sketches of whatever she's got going on at any given time. Mostly all personal works/fun fandom pieces with a semi-realism bend. This account seems to have been abandoned.
Moretta Cygnus is dead.
This woman's name is Scarlet, a recent member of The Sun Sign. She's reluctant to speak about her past.
Names people might know her by:
- Moretta Cygnus: She introduces herself with this to 99% of people. Her Eonia/civilian name.
- Lycoris: the name given to her by her blood family/the Cordionna. Essentially a "work" name. "Cori" by Aloe/Val.
- Red: Nickname used by Brocade or most anyone who doesn't actually know/remember her name.
- Kestrel Meteor: An anonymous modern artist whose works sell at auction for sometimes obscene amounts of money. Very few people would know this about her and she often gets misgendered under this name since she's mostly anon. She's fine with that.
Moretta Cygnus is dead.
This woman's name is Scarlet, a recent member of The Sun Sign. She's reluctant to speak about her past.
Permissions
SHIPPING
yes
yes
SMUT
yes
yes
VIOLENCE
yes talk to me
yes talk to me
KILLING
yes talk to me
yes talk to me
Player Comfort Notes
code by puddings
Character Canon
OC (hsr au)
OC (hsr au)
Player
pep
pep
Contact
p: pepperpie | d: falselastact
p: pepperpie | d: falselastact
DM Policy
chat anytime
chat anytime
i didn't raise you to think
Lycoris was long used to her mother’s cold and impassive gaze, but today was different. The woman– Anticlea– seated behind the desk before her was nearly her twin, if elegantly aged and tightly controlled, from the uncreased leather of her shoes to the impressively tight bun of her red hair, not a stray out of place. Normally she was the perfect picture of neutral cool, but today rage colored every inch of tension on her, even her neckwings fluffed with indignance.
… Gone, what did she mean “gone?” Was he dead? Did he fail a mission? She just saw him not long ago. Things could change quickly in that time, surely, but he was better than to be taken out by the chumps they were set on lately. Did someone else hunt him down? A rival gang…? She hadn’t heard anything, but her fingers were not as deep in the veins of information as her mother’s. … But her mother’s demeanor was far too stiff to denote a “loss” of some sort. She did not expect her mother to grieve Val, of course, that was not her way but– surely, if something had happened to him–
She must have taken a moment too long to process because Anticlea’s hand slammed abruptly down onto the desk. Lycoris straightened up instantly. She could feel the alarm slim her feathers down, wings pressed tight to her body. “Mother,” she said, more to stall for an extra second than anything, “I’m sorry, I don’t know– what do you mean by “gone?” Is V– Convallaria alright?”
“You mean to imply you have no knowledge of his betrayal, then,” her mother said, slowly standing. A wolf sizing up its prey, eyes intense and prowling stiff-legged around the desk.
Though she was not prey she felt small under that stare, under the accusation, like a dog with its tail between its legs. She remained still and stiff herself though, steadily meeting her mother’s gaze with her own, confused. “Betrayal?” she repeated. The color at the edges of her vision began to fade. Betrayal? He left? “No, of course not, I– I haven’t even seen him, since the last joint job…”
Anticlea stared for a moment longer before seeming to accept this, heaving a sigh and sitting back against the edge of her desk. Her fingers found her temple, rubbing there. “Of course you would not lie to me, Lycoris. I trained you better than that. I thought I had trained Convallaria better than this as well, but now he’s gone and made a fool of us. The time, money, and effort going into training you was not cheap, Lycoris. Do you know that?”
“Yes, Mother. We are an investment for the future of the business.” The words, often said, come easily. She steadied her breath. The familiar sensation of disconnect slowly washed over her, swaddling her in a cotton shroud that muffled the noise both within her head and without.
“That’s right. The world needs exterminators to cleanse the impure vermin, just as we do,” her mother says. “And for one of ours, so lovingly sculpted to our exact needs, to turn on us…” Anticlea sighed, a growling thing. “Ungrateful welp.”
Lycoris wondered, briefly, if her mother called her here simply to vent. That was fine, but… “... Mother, shall I…?” Go after him? Find him? … Exterminate him? She didn’t linger too long on that last thought. She couldn’t, really. It slipped through the fog like a wisp.
“No, no,” came the distant voice. “Things are still in motion. If the situation progresses we will have Lavandula look into…”
The voice faded into noise. She didn’t bother to try filtering it through the rest of the grey, thoughts swimming uselessly. Van had already been outside the city, busy with his own tasks.
And now Val was gone.
There was a feeling she didn’t recognize, her body cast adrift in the dense, colorless fog. Insulating. Isolating.
“...racts… ris? Lycoris!”
She was suddenly jolted back into her own body, and immediately repeated without fully understanding what she was saying, “The leftover contracts he’d abandoned are my duty now. Yes, Mother, I heard you.” She paused, then lifted a hand to rub her face. “My apologies. I was briefly lost in thought.”
“I didn’t raise you to think.” Her mother’s steely expression was doubtful and displeased, but she seemed to let it go as she went to sit back down.
“You’ll no longer be going on partnered missions, of course,” she said, “as there are no bodies to spare that can meet the quality of your work.” A brief silence stretched between them, and Anticlea sighed, leaning back in her chair. “You have your assignments. Pick them up from Rhus on your way out.
Return victorious, Lycoris. Or not at all.”
Lycoris inclined her head, and turned, quickly leaving her mother’s office.