❛ If you tend to a flower, it will bloom, no matter how many weeds surround it... ❜

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  PERSONALITY   A fiery pink Miqo'te with a body to match. Flirtatious and a glutton for attention, using their looks to obtain anything from clothing to riches, even forbidden secrets. tends to follow the beat of his own drum just to see where it may lead him, even if it might be his own demise.Unlike most normal cats, this one thrives on the attention it gets from those around them. They crave the sultry looks of desire from his audience, a need for words of admiration and praise. He knows how his beauty turns heads which fuels him to continue using it for his own gain. He loves to flirt with the patrons he dances for, loves seeing that desperate look in their eyes wanting to do more with the pink Miqo’te than allowed.Without an ample amount of this attention, this kitty can become a bit needy. That doesn’t mean he always needs attention though, as in recent years he began valuing his alone time just as much. It was a breath of fresh air for him, but it made him miss the stage and the patrons as well.He tends to be a more gentle person. Sure his flirting and powers that could manipulate people may seem harsh or forced, but he’s not normally a physically forceful person. Fighting is a different story as he occasionally likes to spar and keep his skills sharp. He’s more of a lover than a fighter but that doesn’t mean he’s a pushover in a battle.Being a brat is just how he is. He will follow rules, but not without challenging himself, others around him, or both to make things more interesting and fun for him. He doesn’t always like to admit how submissive he can get depending on the circumstances.Just very cat-like.Secretly loves getting pets and maybe some tail pulling.

⸺  Biography

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.  oh, how it blooms  ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

It began with a small tribe of Miqo’te, barely ten, mostly adults with only a couple of children among them living on a canopy covered land in Kugane. One of those children stood out from the rest of them; bright pink hair and features that didn’t match with the rest, with a love for moving their body. Dancing was a passion at a young age. An early memory of seeing the dancers performing for the satrap at Radz-at-Han sparked this curiosity.Those dreams had to wait as the tribe focused on their work duties. The small pink Miqo’te was in charge of the garden; planting crops and going out of their way to plant beautiful flowers around the land. His favorite spot to plant them was under the giant cherry blossom tree that provided shelter to their little abode. It was there where he practiced dancing; every day and night until his body hurt. Even then he would continue until he perfected it.Once that pink Miqo’te became a young adult, they decided to leave to explore the world.These travels allowed him to show off what he learned from dancing, even learning some new tricks from dancers in other regions. During these travels he also used his looks and abilities to get his way; food, shelter, or even luxuries like clothing and jewelry. Anything to make the trips survivable.He eventually started using these dancing jobs to find out more about the people around him, the things hidden in the shadows. He became flawless in gathering information from clients, some that even the darkest of people shouldn't know. Some he sold, some he kept to himself.He ended up making his way to the place where his passion for dancing began; Radz-at-Han. He decided to make it an extended stay when he was offered a spot as a main dancer. Everything was great for him.That is, until the evening that changed everything.

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.  each petal withers  ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

The night was young and Mehryde’s Meyhane was filled to the brim with patrons waiting to see the performance of the well-beloved dancer they called “Sakura’s Seducer”. They described him as a Miqo’te with beautiful long pink hair, gorgeous lean body, piercing blue eyes that bore right into someone’s soul if they could, and a whisper so sensual it makes even the most stubborn patrons fall victim to its influence.Lights fall onto the stage as the curtains pull back to reveal the dancers; the one the patrons hoped to see standing front and center wearing the uniquely revealing clothes Thavnair dancers had tailor made for them by only the finest weavers in Ilsabard. The light caught onto the beautiful jewelry dancing along the light skin of the Seducer attracting even more attention to themselves. They moved with such grace and fluidity it was like watching water itself flow across the stage. He eventually hopped down to weave through the tables, dancing close to the audience, letting an easy breath out as thin, almost sparkly, smoke poured from his mouth. It made the patrons swoon as he passed by, udderly intoxicated as they ingested it.The audience and the dancers alike were entertained to their heart's content that night. The festivities distract everyone from the rumbling coming from outside. A Hrothgar clad in armor burst into Mehryde’s Meyhane in a panic.“Voidsent have storm-!”Voidsents descended into the bar, killing the Hrothgar in the way. Patrons scrambled from their tables to retreat. The dancers, including Ameh’ya, were able to escape through the stage doors. Breaking away from the group, Ameh’ya passed by the Artha as a giant group of Voidsent succubi smashed through the ceiling knocking the Miqo’te back. While the surrounding guards warned Ameh’ya to stay back and get to safety, he only smirked as he readied his chakrams.“And miss this fun~? I don’t think so.”The succubi spared no time executing the guards that dared rush towards them. Ameh’ya took the opportunity to land several blows to the succubi defences as the Voidsents reeled back and fell down. Several more warriors like him stepped up to help, to which the Miqo’te thanked them. As the new group briefed Ameh’ya with what was going on, a larger Voidsent succubus quickly approached and rushed the group with a shadowed claw swipe. Ameh’ya noticed this in time and jumped in front of them, activating his Shield Samba to protect them all. The succubus’ claw was too powerful for the shield and it shattered, the claw slicing Ameh’ya vertically across his right eye and knocking him far past the group. In retaliation, he threw his chakrams with so much fiery power behind them, they sliced the succubus' head clean off, the body dissipating into a void cloud.The Miqo’te clutched his right eye in pain, the darkness from the attack seeping into his eye without him noticing. The astrologian of the group comes to his aid, but he passes out before they reach him.Hours later, he woke up in his rented room, noticing his right eye was wrapped with bandages. He sat up to find a healer next to him reading a tome. They noticed he had awoken and set their tome down.“What happened…?”The healer gave him a look teetering on grim and weariness. All he did was hand Ameh’ya a mirror as they undid the bandage around his eye and head. What he saw horrified him.His right eye completely changed; the iris and pupil white and clouded, blind he thought, but the rest of the eyeball was black as the night. His eye was corrupted by darkness.He became partially blinded in this eye, all he could see was nothing but a black and purple void. But within the void, he could see faint outlines of objects and people, and the gathered aether within living beings.The healer gave him but a brief explanation of his condition:The Void Eye.

example of Ameh'ya's eyes
(drawn by me, do not steal/use/ai it)
Left eye: Normal
Right eye: Void eye

  APPEARANCE    Ameh’ya cares very deeply about his appearance, making sure he looks his best at all times. His body is lean and muscled with very little scars around it. He has two mirrored tribe tattoos on either side of his face next to his eyes and a small heart birthmark on his upper left cheek. He has one main scar going down his right eye.

  I. Private Dancer

+ REQUIREMENTS: 21+ for possible NSFW themes.

You heard a rumor from the other patrons as you grabbed your drink, one about the main attraction tonight, aptly named Cherry Blossom. A calling card stamped with a beautiful glossy design of a blooming cherry blossom, if given, invites you to a more 'private' show with this star. Your mind wanders as the performance plays out, and as you come to you notice something in front of you; a calling card. The pink Miqo'te winks at you as he walks past. On the back is an address and some handwriting that reads: "See you soon."With one more swig of your drink, you take off, the address your compass.

  III. Whispered Secrets

+ REQUIREMENTS: None.

This dancer can do more for you than entertain you with their body, someone tells you. If there's information you're searching for, this certain pink Miqo'te may just have what you need. Catch him after a performance or after hours and tell him the phrase; "There is only one Queen of the Night."He will respond in kind, finishing the phrase. Keep in mind, this type of work doesn't come cheap.

  II. Allure of the Devil

+ REQUIREMENTS: 21+ for possible NSFW themes.

"Expecting someone?"The voice cuts through the silence like a sword. The figure, no, the thing before you gives you a toothy smirk as they stare you down, their eyes piercing into your very thoughts. They step closer, leaving little space between your bodies, the heat radiating through your clothes onto its bare skin. At least, the parts without the scales. Their voice low and deep as they whisper in your ear, what you don't know as your mind focuses elsewhere, their claws trailing down with a searing icy touch.Should you fight the urge... or give in to their influence?

  IV. Fiery Spirit

+ REQUIREMENTS: None.

Want to have a little sparring match with this feisty feline? He can never back down from a good challenge, just make sure you give it your all.

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.  abilities & weapons  ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

 MENPHINA'S KISS.  A mixture of Menphina's blessing and wind aether manipulation allows Ameh'ya to create a fairly translucent shimmering pink smoke that has the ability to manipulate anyone who intakes it. People who intake the smoke become more susceptible to influence by Ameh'ya and will do almost anything for him. The smoke will smell like the favorite smell of whoever ingests it. Currently the smoke can only come out of Ameh'ya's mouth and nose, and he can control when to use it at will. VOID EYE.  During an incident at Radz-at-Han, Ameh'ya's right eye was injured by a Voidsent causing it to be corrupted by darkness. He became partially blinded in his void eye, he can see nothing but a black and purple void. Within that void though, he could see faint outlines of objects and people, and the gathered aether within living beings. Slowly he began being able to use darkness-aspected aether, though using it is currently unstable for him and only comes to the surface during moments of distress. The void eye can cause Ameh’ya to have chronic pain in that eye, and on some occasions the pain can also indicate nearby voidsents. PINK FLAMES.  Ameh'ya is able to manipulate fire aether to be pink in color, and exhibit different shapes (mainly flowers). When the voidsent lends its power to him, the flames turn black and made of darkness/void. HEALING MELODY.  He also has slight healing abilities. The healing manifests itself as a soft glowing light that wraps around wounds. The light can have small decorative patterns made of light as well; such as flower petals or music notes. Soft music can sometimes be heard from the light. FAN CHAKRAMS.  His trusty chakrams made to look like dancing folding fans. They're extremely sharp and conduct aether well. Ameh'ya is able to tether his aether to his chakrams so he can control them better while they're in the air.

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.  the forbidden beast  ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

As his void eye sits within his skull, the influence of its corruption slowly took over Ameh'ya's body. The darkness within was soon to manifest itself in a way he wished he'd never experience. On a lonely night the darkness started to take hold. It began to morph Miqote's body in ways thought impossible. The void eye dissipates, spreading the darkness within and on the surface. His body hardened, scales protruding from all around, taking over his tail. Wings sprouted from his back as horns on his head soon followed. The empty socket where his void eye was, flowers grew. Cherry blossoms devoid of their normal pink glow, replaced with a deep melancholic blue. His body followed suit.The metamorphosis changed him. In his normal body, he was a charming young man who loved the art of dancing and cared deeply for his garden. He loved a good fight, but only to hone his skills not take lives. A lover, not a fighter he would say.But this creature, this thing stalking the night... was a monster. It takes complete control. It wasn't afraid to kill or maim to get what it wanted. The hedonistic side fueled even more, manipulating others had never been so easy.It was like Jekyll and Hyde.After some time, Ameh'ya woke up in the early morning, light beaming onto his face. When he opened his eyes he shot up and checked himself. He returned to normal. It was as if nothing had changed about his body, but he couldn't remember what happened after that thing took over. Why was that?A voice beside him pulled him out of his thoughts."Hello, darling~"The figure had the silhouette like that... monster from his dream, but was made of darkness. Glowing ice blue eyes peered back at him. He wanted to run, but was frozen. "Don't worry, darling, you'll be alright," The shadow spoke. "After all-""We are one now."

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.  voidsent information  ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

 SEPARATE ENTITY.  The miqo'te and voidsent are two separate entities. The voidsent has its own name, personality, interests, powers, and memories. It is tethered to the pink miqo'te by the void eye, Ameh'ya's void changed right eye. SHADOW FORM.  While not in its true form, the voidsent can manifest itself into a being completely made of shadows with glowing icy blue eyes. The shape of its body is similar to that of its true form. It acts the same way it would in its true form in this form as well, down to the powers and the voice. This is the casual form the voidsent can take without having to change into its true form. It loves to try and manipulate Ameh'ya whenever it can. The shadow form of the voidsent and Ameh'ya can exist at the same time, as the voidsent is its own entity. TRUE FORM.  The main form the voidsent can take when not in its shadow form, it bares some features from Greater Succubi. Its whole body is covered in dark blue scales, with its skin being just a slightly lighter blue than the scales. The scales around its body are tougher than armor. It is capable of flight with its wings, and is able to float as well. The voidsent's voice is deep while having a faint echo to it. The voidsent's height ranges from 6'8'' to possibly over 7''. Its eyes are an icy blue that can glow. In this form, it becomes more powerful. It can control ice, fire, and darkness aether, as well as a similar yet stronger power akin to Ameh'ya's Menphina's Kiss. It has a very dominant personality, mixing in some hedonistic tendencies. It will use seduction and allure to do unspeakable things to any poor soul that crosses its path.