
say goodnight. with each bite does your sanity die-- sucking the life out, letting the dark inside. say a prayer as the light leaves your eyes or scream all you like, your gods can't hear you.

Sidra Ravenwing.
Sidra… my youngest sister, though not quite like the others. We share more than just a name or blood—there’s a weight to our connection, one that’s not easily explained. We both carry marks of a past that most have forgotten, and sometimes, when the night is quiet, I see that wild fire in her eyes—like a spark from something older, darker.She’s chosen a different path—marriage, a daughter, a semblance of peace in this fractured world. But I know the truth lingers beneath the surface. Some things can’t be escaped, no matter how much we try.She’s my sister in all the ways that matter, even if the rest remains unsaid.
Stephane Ignemortel.
Stephane Ignemortel—my brother, caught somewhere between duty and destiny. He’s younger than I am, older than Sidra, but sometimes I wonder if the years mean less to him than the path he’s chosen. A mage hunter by trade, married to the chase and the endless hunt. It’s a relentless life, one that’s taken more from him than I think he’ll ever admit.Once, he was married to Trish Sauveterre—an alliance that burned bright and ended bitterly, leaving scars that neither time nor distance has fully healed. I sometimes see the weight of those past days in his gaze, especially when he’s back from some dangerous expedition, darker and quieter than before.Stephane and I share more than just blood. We share a secret understanding—of what we are, and what we must do. Though he keeps his distance, there’s an unspoken bond between us, tempered by duty, loyalty, and the shadows that follow our family’s name.He may chase the light by hunting magic, but I know he walks closer to the shadows than he lets on. And in that darkness, we are both bound.


Simone Ignemortel.
Simone, the eldest of us, always trying to step into the spotlight I carved out—though her light flickers differently. She moves with practiced charm, blending into high society like a shadow slipping between candles. Yet, there’s a coldness beneath that polished smile, like she’s wearing someone else’s mask.She’s thrown herself into opening a fight lounge—a place where elegance meets violence. It’s her strange way of balancing the expectations of a refined lady with the hunger for something sharper, something real. I can’t decide if it’s bravado or desperation.Whatever it is, Simone never quite lets anyone in. She keeps her true self tucked beneath layers of poise and performance, and sometimes I wonder what it would take to break through—to find the sister beneath the mask.
Seraphine was born deep within the winding cave systems that spiderweb beneath the tranquil forest city of Gridania. The caves were a refuge and a home for her early years, a place where the outside world felt distant and the mysteries of the earth whispered through every stone. Raised alongside her siblings by their humble parents—keepers of a small, secluded homestead within the caves—Seraphine’s childhood was simple and sheltered. She learned to respect the land, the flora and fauna, and the subtle magics that flowed through the forest’s heart.Yet, from an early age, Seraphine harbored an unquenchable curiosity that the caves could no longer satisfy. When she came of age, she left behind the safety of Gridania’s underbelly and traveled to Ul’dah, a city of wealth, politics, and endless opportunity. There, she enrolled with the Thaumaturge’s Guild, eager to harness the arcane arts beyond the modest teachings available in the forest. Her studies were rigorous, but her determination unwavering—she knew power was the key to controlling her own fate.It was in Ul’dah’s glittering bazaars and grand halls that Seraphine met Edwin Baker, a young Hyur gentleman whose charm and wealth made him stand out even in a city as lavish as Ul’dah. Edwin was instantly captivated by Seraphine’s intellect, grace, and quiet strength. Their courtship was swift and intense—a whirlwind of candlelit dinners, whispered promises beneath the stars, and dreams of a future built together. Though cautious at first, Seraphine allowed herself to believe in happiness again. After completing her studies, she accepted Edwin’s proposal, and they were married in a ceremony befitting their combined status—elegant, yet intimate.However, their joy was cruelly short-lived. Just months into their marriage, tragedy shattered Seraphine’s world. A band of ruthless thieves, seeking to capitalize on Edwin’s wealth and influence, broke into their home in the dead of night. In the ensuing chaos, Edwin was slain, and Seraphine was left gravely wounded and betrayed. Some whispered of a darker truth behind the attack—questions whispered in shadowed corners about who truly struck the fatal blow. But the local guards, called to the scene, found her barely clinging to life, the once-grand estate stained with the scars of violence.In the wake of this horror, Seraphine inherited everything: the sprawling mansion, Edwin’s considerable fortune, and the management of his lucrative relic business—a network that extended far beyond Ul’dah’s walls to the distant lands of Hingashi and Othard. Thrust into a world of commerce and politics she had never sought, Seraphine adapted quickly, transforming grief into steely resolve. She learned the intricacies of trade negotiations, the dangers of rival factions, and the subtle manipulations of noble society. Today, she remains the undisputed head of the Baker estate, commanding respect and a certain wary admiration from allies and adversaries alike.Yet, as the years passed, Seraphine’s thirst for knowledge and power grew beyond the limits of the Thaumaturge’s Guild teachings. She found herself haunted by the memory of helplessness—the night of the attack, when she could do nothing to save the man she loved. That helplessness bred a hunger for greater strength.Her gaze turned toward her family—her brother, a seasoned adventurer who had journeyed across Eorzea and beyond, collecting odd trinkets and magical artifacts along the way. Among his treasures lay a Black Mage soulstone, an artifact of tremendous arcane potential. Though she knew taking it would mean betraying his trust, Seraphine reasoned that such power was too vital to ignore. If wielded correctly, it could be the key to avenging her past and securing her future.Now, armed with determination and a stolen artifact pulsing with dark power, Seraphine’s path is uncertain. Will she embrace the shadow within and become the master of her own fate—or will the lure of power consume her entirely?
Hi there, I'm Sidra and I live in Southern California/PST. I'm usually on during the afternoons forward since I do work the night shift.Communication is a BIG thing for me-- I've had too many situations that could have been cleared up/avoided if things had been communicated.I'm open to a good amount of things when it comes to rp, but just ask me, please! On the flip side, if there are certain things that you're not comfortable rping, please let me know!