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Oc: Marrissa jones

--- Marrissa and the Luna Moths — Expanded Lore

Marrissa’s spirit animal has always been the lunar moth—delicate, luminous, and mysterious, a creature that embodies transformation just as profoundly as she does. Both butterflies and moths are symbols of rebirth, but the luna moth in particular represents hidden evolution, nocturnal wisdom, and the kind of magic that awakens under moonlight.

Her connection to them began even before she took her first breath.

--- A Moth’s First Blessing

Marrissa’s mother first realized she was pregnant on a warm summer night. She was standing in the garden behind the coven house, bathed in moonlight, when a single luna moth drifted down from the trees and landed gently on her forearm.

It stayed there for a long moment, wings glowing pale green in the moonlight—like a soft omen. The coven matriarchs later said it was a sign: the child would be moon-touched, a witch marked by lunar cycles and the quiet magic of metamorphosis.

--- A Birth Under the Full Moon

The night Marrissa was born, the moon rose full and immense—an orb of silver hanging low in the sky. As the coven midwives prepared for her arrival, a luna moth slipped quietly through an open window and landed on the edge of the cradle.

It remained there until the moment Marrissa cried out for the first time, unfolding and folding its wings in a slow, steady rhythm, as if blessing her with its own breath.

From that moment, the coven accepted that the moths were part of her destiny.

--- The Moths Who Follow

As Marrissa grew, luna moths appeared at every major milestone—subtle, silent witnesses to her emerging power:

When she first cast a moon-binding spell at age seven, two luna moths clung to the clouds of incense rising from the cauldron.

During her first rite of protection, the coven noticed moths resting along the rafters of the ritual hall.

When she received her moonstone ring upon becoming a woman—a gift symbolizing her deep lunar affinity—a luna moth landed on the ring itself, its wings shimmering against the stone’s pale glow.

--- Guardian Moths at Her Window

Outside her bedroom window, luna moths gather every night among the blossoms. They favor her window more than any other place on the coven grounds.

They lay their eggs on the petals, and the resulting caterpillars often spin their cocoons among the vines climbing the wall. Marrissa likes to watch them change—eggs to caterpillars, caterpillars to cocoons, and cocoons to winged luminescence.

Their life cycle mirrors her own magical evolution, each stage echoing a new chapter of her growth.

--- Hidden in Every Image

There is an uncanny pattern that the coven learned to accept with both awe and familiarity:

In every photo, every video, every candid moment captured of Marrissa—no matter the time, place, or angle—a luna moth - is faintly visible somewhere in the frame.

Sometimes, it is perched on a distant flower

Sometimes, it is only a soft blur of green wings.

Sometimes, just a shadow, barely noticeable unless you look closely.

But always there

Always watching.

Always with her.

The elder witches say the moths are her silent protectors, weaving a veil of lunar magic around her. Others whisper that Marrissa herself might be a reincarnation of a moon-spirit who once took the form of a moth.

Whatever the truth, one thing is certain:

Oc: Marrissa jones

---Marissa of the Moonlit Veil

Marissa was born into the Moonlit Veil, an old and secretive coven whose roots stretched back centuries. From the moment of her conception, the moon seemed to weave itself into her destiny. Her mother often told the story of how she felt a sudden warmth under her ribs the night Marissa was conceived—just as the full moon rose to its highest point in the sky, brilliantly white, larger than she had ever seen it. The coven took it as the first omen: a child marked by lunar light.

During her mother’s pregnancy, a lunar moth—pale green, soft-winged, and impossibly delicate—landed on her abdomen during a nighttime gathering. It lingered there, wings pulsing slowly, as though listening to the heartbeat of the unborn child. Among her coven, lunar moths were known as moon messengers, believed to carry whispers from lunar spirits to the material world. For the moth to choose, her mother was considered a powerful sign.

Marissa’s birth came during another full moon, under a sky so bright it illuminated the cradle of leaves they prepared for her birth ritual. The coven’s matriarch declared that she “came through the veil with moonlight woven into her bones.” Even as an infant, she was unusually calm during the night, gazing up toward the moon as though she already knew it.

---The Moonstone Ring

After her rite was complete, the coven presented her with a moonstone ring, set in hand-forged silver etched with ancient sigils. It wasn’t merely a symbol of womanhood—it was a conduit of power, a talisman to help her channel her lunar connection. The stone’s color shifted depending on the moon’s phase: pearlescent during full moons, milky white during waxing cycles, darker and more mysterious while the moon waned.

Oc: Neptunia Johnson

From the moment she entered the world, Neptunia displayed an extraordinary affinity for fish, a passion that echoed through her early childhood. One of her very first toys was a meticulously designed crib mobile adorned with intricately crafted fish, which not only played soothing melodies but also showcased a mesmerizing underwater scene that flowed gracefully, capturing her imagination. Another cherished possession was a beautifully painted carousel themed around the ocean, which twinkled with vibrant colors and filled the air with enchanting music, transporting her to the depths of a magical aquatic realm.

At the tender age of five, Neptunia's parents gifted her a sparkling goldfish, marking the beginning of a profound bond that would last a lifetime. From the first moment she gazed into the small glass bowl, Neppi was captivated. During her emotional moments common to many children, she sought solace in observing her fish, mesmerized by the gentle movement of its gills and the tranquil dance of bubbles rising to the surface. Each night, as she prepared for sleep, she would blow soft kisses toward her aquatic friend and imitate the delightful popping sounds of the bubbles, creating a ritual filled with laughter and love.

Unbeknownst to her parents, the little goldfish would defy expectations, thriving well beyond the typical lifespan they had anticipated. On the fateful day of her tenth birthday, when she woke to find her fish still swimming as delightfully as ever, Neptunia embarked on a quest for knowledge. She delved into books and research, discovering that goldfish could live for up to thirty years, a staggering revelation that filled her with awe. Fueled by this newfound understanding, she undertook a remarkable transformation of her fish's habitat. She and her parents replaced the old tank with a grand, larger aquarium, equipped it with a state-of-the-art filtration system, an oxygenator to ensure the purity of the water, and adorned it with vibrant live plants and playful snails. She even introduced a few more goldfish, turning the aquarium into a dazzling aquatic palace worthy of a regal underwater kingdom.

Throughout her school years, Neptunia dedicated herself to the care of her beloved fish, often positioning her homework desk strategically in front of the tank. This way, she could share her study sessions with her companions, their graceful movements providing inspiration as she embraced the challenges of her education. However, as her fifteenth birthday approached, her life took an unexpected turn. Her parents surprised her with an adventurous plan to travel the seven seas, and without a second thought, Neppinia decided that her loyal fish would accompany them on this grand journey.

Tragedy struck when Neptunia turned eighteen; a sudden killer whale attack devastated their boat, claiming the lives of her parents in an instant. In a miraculous twist of fate, the whale spared her fishtank, the goldfish inside still living. After the harrowing experience, Neptunia sought solace in the company of her fish as she headed off to college, now viewing them as family and the last tangible reminder of her parents. They became not just companions but also her greatest motivators, a source of inspiration during moments of despair and self-doubt.

Oc: Neptunia Johnson

As Neptunia approached her chosen door, the unmistakable scent of salt water enveloped her senses, a familiar and inviting aroma that immediately stirred memories of sun-soaked shores. The gentle murmur of waves crashing rhythmically against golden sands reached her ears, a soothing symphony that seemed to whisper promises of adventure. Once she stepped through the doorway, she felt an exhilarating rush she was instantly transported into a vibrant and cozy two-bedroom home that had been lovingly nestled in her family for generations.

Though the home had been in her family for generations. Neptunia's father added more room to the home by building a den. An extra room that harmoniously blended the comforts of home with Neptunia's blossoming passion for marine life. The caverns held the elements of nostalgia while simultaneously evolving into a multifaceted sanctuary far beyond her expectations.

Upon entering, Neptunia discovered the first new room a sprawling laboratory lined with shelves of beakers and scientific texts, where she could immerse herself in her marine biology studies. The air buzzed with potential discoveries, each square inch tailored for exploration and experimentation. Adjacent to this room lay another expansive area, brimming with aquariums of varying sizes, glimmering under soft, diffused lighting. Here, Neptunia could nurture her breeding projects, observe the fascinating behaviors of fish, and cultivate vibrant coral reefs in environments that echoed the delicate ecosystems of the ocean.

Crossing a wide, arched hallway, she entered a picturesque sasanctuary a room dedicated to a magnificent freshwater pond that sparkled like liquid glass. This serene aquatic oasis became the new home for her beloved family goldfish alongside an array of colorful freshwater species. Lush, verdant aquatic plants swayed gently in the water, creating a lush habitat that provided nourishment and shelter for the fish, while meticulously arranged rock formations offered perfect nooks for them to hide. The pond was spacious enough that Neptunia could slip beneath the water's surface, reveling in the sensation of swimming alongside her finned friends.

The final room unfolded as the grandest of them all a stunning beachscape replicated with extraordinary detail, complete with a massive wave pool that invited exhilarating practices of surfing and boating. The gentle undulations of the waves provided Neptunia with the thrill of catching swells under the watchful eye of a sky ceiling that perpetually displayed a mesmerizing nightscape, dotted with twinkling stars that beckoned for nocturnal navigation.

Oc: Neptunia Johnson

It all began centuries ago in the picturesque landscapes of Europe, where a golden compass was meticulously crafted. Forged from solid gold and beautifully encrusted with sparkling yellow topaz crystals, this compass was not just a navigational too. it was a beacon of adventure and fate. As it journeyed across the seven seas, guiding intrepid Europeans to far-flung destinations, it held the memories of countless travelers who relied on its unwavering direction.

When the first settlers arrived in the lush paradise of Hawaii, they recognized the compass's intrinsic value and presented it as a ceremonial gift to the village chief. Thus, a remarkable tradition was born a tradition of connection, lineage, and strength. Passed down through generations, the compass changed hands numerous times, with each new owner adding their unique memories and stories to its legacy.

With every transfer, memories of laughter, sorrow, and discovery are interwoven, creating a rich tapestry of connections and history.

Six months before her fifteenth birthday, Neptunia's parents surprised her with an extraordinary gift: a once-in-a-lifetime trip worldwide, where she would sail upon the seas the compass had traversed This breathtaking experience opened her heart and mind, laying the groundwork for her destiny.

Oc: Neptunia Johnson

Neptunia's grandparents came from large, impoverished backgrounds, which deeply influenced their decision to have only one child each. They wanted to devote their attention and resources entirely to nurturing that child, resulting in Neppi’s parents. Neppi was born prematurely through an emergency C-section when her mother was still young. Tragically, this procedure led to her mother suffering an aortic bleed that could not be controlled, causing her to lose her uterus. Just a year later, Neppi's father faced his own battle when he was diagnosed with testicular cancer, resulting in sterilization as part of his treatment. Consequently, Neppie became the only biological child of the family.

While her parents initially entertained the idea of adoption and even fostered children, the stress convinced them to abandon that path. As a result, Neptunia became their golden child, receiving an abundance of love and attention. Although she was spoiled in many aspects, her parents were steadfast in imparting important values, such as respect and proper manners.

Neptunia's mother worked diligently at the local aquarium, where she shared her passion for marine life. At the same time, her father was a dedicated employee at the local zoo, where he cared for a variety of animals. This unique upbringing offered Neppi a rich exposure to the natural world, fostering in her a remarkable curiosity and fearlessness around animals. Every summer, her parents took her camping in breathtaking national parks, creating memories that would last a lifetime.

The family were avid documentarians, capturing every moment of Neppi's life from her first steps to her triumphs in school. They celebrated each milestone as if it were an extraordinary event, with overflowing excitement and joy.

Oc: Neptunia Johnson

The memory was seared into Neptunia's mind like an indelible brand, a haunting tale of tragedy and untamed power. It unfolded on the vast expanse of the ocean beneath the silvery glow of a full moon, casting shimmering reflections across the water's velvet surface. A family houseboat floated serenely, a tranquil refuge adrift in the gentle sway of the waves. Inside, three figures nestled comfortably in sleep—a mother and father entwined under a threadbare blanket, while their daughter, Neptunia, dreamt peacefully in her small cabin. In her room, a glass tank bubbled softly, where goldfish glided gracefully through the clear water, blissfully unaware of the impending chaos.

At first, the night seemed idyllic, but lurking beneath the dark, placid waters was an unspeakable danger. Suddenly, a deafening crash echoed through the silence, the boat trembling violently as if shaken by the grip of an earthquake. Jolted awake, the family staggered from their beds, their hearts racing as they rushed to the deck to determine the source of the commotion. What they encountered left them breathless—a menacing killer whale, its sleek form slicing through the water with formidable grace, had launched a relentless assault against their vessel. It had expertly incapacitated the motor and propulsion system, rendering them vulnerable. The whale circled menacingly, its dark eyes locked onto them, calculating its next strike.

In a heartbeat, the colossal creature propelled itself into the air, its massive body glistening under the moonlight as it aimed directly for the deck. The parents, paralyzed by shock, stood frozen in terror, but Neptunia sensed an instinctual urgency. Her heart raced as she instinctively dodged the whale’s crashing descent.

Turning just in time, a wave of horror engulfed her as the whale landed brutally on the deck, its powerful jaws snapping open wide. In one swift motion, it attacked her parents, sealing their fate in a horrifying instant. Neptunia's world collapsed in that moment, the echo of their desperate cries resonating within her as the whale surged back into the depths, plotting another vicious strike.

Yet amid the despair, something within Neptunia ignited—a surge of latent power emanated from deep within her core. The compass she wore as a necklace began to glow softly, illuminating her small hands with an ethereal light. She clutched the pendant, her heart racing as she felt a connection to something greater. But the moment for contemplation was fleeting—without warning, the whale launched into the air for yet another attack.

Uncertain whether it was instinct or sheer adrenaline, Neptunia suddenly found her voice. “Topaz goldfish power, make up!” she shouted, her words ringing out like a clarion call. In a dazzling flash of radiant light, she underwent a remarkable transformation, emerging as a sailor guardian—an embodiment of shimmering yellow topaz goldfish, the very guardian of love and luck.

As the whale arched through the night sky, poised to strike at her once more, Neptunia understood that dodging was no longer an option. The relentless creature would continue its onslaught until one of them was vanquished. Gathering every ounce of strength, she summoned her newfound power, standing her ground as the whale plummeted toward her. With fierce determination, she countered the impending blow.

**Original Character:** Udine Florens

Udine Florens wields an ancient and magnificent form of magic: lunar magic. This enigmatic art, cloaked in mystery and steeped in history, stands out because Udine is dedicated to practicing a discipline that has long been forgotten—one that has not seen a practitioner for centuries. She is the last beacon of this mystical power in an era where its legacy has almost faded away.

Udine's journey to inherit this rare gift is intertwined with fate and devotion. She was born on the moonlit shores of Kaluna Island to two devoted wizards. As a fragile child, she battled a severe illness that threatened her very existence. Her parents, unwavering in their love and hope, sought the wisdom of the island's indigenous people, who spoke of a legendary site—the Moon Temple, a sanctuary where celestial energies thrived, and ancient spells awaited discovery.

Driven by their determination to save their beloved child, Udine's parents embarked on a perilous journey to the Moon Temple, navigating dense forests and rugged mountains, guided only by the luminescent glow of the moon above. Upon reaching the temple, they were enveloped in an atmosphere of reverence, surrounded by intricate carvings that whispered tales of long-lost lunar wizards.

Deep within the temple's sacred chambers, they uncovered the elusive moon drip spell—a powerful incantation said to harness the very essence of the moon. Heart pounding and spirits high, they performed the spell, pouring every ounce of their love and hope into the ancient words.

The spell took hold, and a brilliant cascade of silvery light enveloped Udine, restoring her life and imbuing her with the profound powers of lunar magic. However, this miraculous transformation came at an irrevocable price: the vibrant colors of the world and the symphony of sounds faded away, leaving Udine in a realm of silence and shadow. She emerged from this mystical experience both blessed and burdened, sightless and hearingless but forever touched by the ethereal grace of the moon.

**OC: Hideki Tatsumi**

Hideki Tatsumi had long abandoned the quaint notions of wishes that once colored her childhood. Like many children, she had whispered her dreams to the stars, hoping for a magical intervention. However, as time passed, she learned a hard truth: wishes were fleeting fantasies, mere echoes of desire. If one craved something truly profound, effort was required to attain it; indulging in wishful thinking was futile. Though she rarely wished afterward, the last wish she distinctly remembered was made long ago—a heartfelt plea to find her soul mate. That wish, overly optimistic and naive, did come true, but it ended up being a bittersweet conclusion.

One fateful day, without warning or explanation, her lover vanished from her life, leaving behind only the hollow resonance of lost love. This abrupt departure shattered Hideki's heart like fragile glass, collapsing the world she had painstakingly built around her. The darkness of her despair enveloped her, suffocating her spirit. Three months later, crushed under the weight of unrelenting grief, she succumbed to a catastrophic heart attack, a condition clinically known as broken heart syndrome.

Upon her passing, Hideki's soul traversed to the revered Soul Society, where she became a lone guardian of her own heart. To say she built barriers around herself would be an understatement; she constructed an impenetrable vault of titanium, fortified by pain and mistrust. In this new realm, she withdrew into a cavern of shadows, drowning in an ocean of sorrow. Isolation was her only companion; she cultivated a lifestyle devoid of genuine connections, adamantly refusing to reveal her emotions or allow even the faintest flicker of love to touch her heart.

Haunted by the ghosts of her perceived failures, Hideki viewed each hardship as a personal sentence. Her mother’s tragic death during childbirth? A punishment for her very existence. The abrupt disappearance of her lover? A reflection of her status as an outcast reinforces her belief in her own undesirability. The loss of her father? A cruel lesson in her inability to protect herself from life's uncertainties. Each flaw she identified pushed her to craft what she thought could be the antidote to her desolation.

Determined to alter her destiny, she adopted a rigorous diet in pursuit of an ideal appearance. To arm herself with confidence and self-defense, she immersed herself in the intense training of a Shinigami, weighed down by her own expectations. Yet, despite her relentless efforts, these so-called solutions proved temporary and ultimately unsatisfying. When the expected results failed to manifest, she drove herself harder, caught in an exhausting chase for unattainable perfection. Despite her physical transformations, the anguish within her mind remained untouched by these external changes.

In moments of clarity, when isolation pressed upon her like an unyielding cloud, she found solace in running—her only form of escape, both physically and mentally. With every step, her thoughts spilled forth uncontrollably, dissecting memories and gnawing on unresolved problems like a ceaseless internal monologue. She pushed herself to her limits, her body and mind reaching overwhelming exhaustion, but peace remained elusive.

Eventually, she would return to her desolate quarters, the weight of solitude crashing down upon her like a tidal wave. Too drained—emotionally shattered and deeply pained—to reach her bed, she often found herself crumpled on the cold floor, overwhelmed by a mix of despair and frustration. There, she let her anguish flow, releasing a torrent of screams that echoed her deep-seated rage. Hot tears streamed down her face, the blend of fury and hopelessness draining her spirit until, eventually, sleep finally claimed her, pulling her into a temporary reprieve from the nightmarish reality she had constructed.

**OC:** Yona Shihoen

Many of you who know Yona are already familiar with one of the most distinctive parts of her design: the reishi-concealing and spiritual-pressure regulating garter. I wanted to fully explain the thought process behind it, because it was never meant to be just an accessory. It serves an important purpose both in her story and in her visual identity.

Origin of the Need

Yona possesses an extraordinary amount of spiritual power—far beyond what someone her age should normally be capable of handling. Her natural reserves rival those of elite captains, possibly even exceeding them in raw volume. However, raw power and mastery are not the same thing.

Because Yona is still young and relatively inexperienced, she has not yet developed the discipline, control, and endurance needed to properly regulate that amount of energy on her own. Without assistance, her spiritual pressure would continuously leak, surge unpredictably, and exhaust her body over time.

At her current stage, she can only sustain herself for roughly three days before the strain of containing her own power begins to weaken her physically and mentally. In prolonged situations, the energy meant to empower her instead becomes a burden.

That is where the garter becomes essential.

Purpose of the Garter

The garter functions as a reishi suppressor, stabilizer, and concealment device all in one.

Its primary functions are:

Suppress excess spiritual pressure so Yona is not constantly overwhelmed by her own energy

Regulate output into manageable levels she can safely control

Prevent passive leakage that would reveal her presence to enemies

Reduce physical fatigue caused by carrying uncontrolled reserves

Allow controlled release when she intentionally removes or loosens the seal

Rather than weakening Yona permanently, it allows her to function efficiently.

It is less a restraint and more a support system.

Creation and Family Connection

The device was created by her father, Kisuke Urahara, during his time as captain of Squad 12. That gives the item emotional significance beyond its practical use.

It is not simply equipment—it is an invention built specifically for his daughter’s safety.

The technology behind it shares similarities with other spiritually suppressive tools, such as weighted limiters, cloaked concealment devices, and adaptive seals. However, unlike mass-produced equipment, Yona’s garter was custom-designed around her exact spiritual signature.

That means it reacts specifically to her power and adjusts with her growth.

Why a Garter Instead of Something Else?

A lot of limiter devices in fiction default to jewelry, collars, armbands, or headpieces. For Yona, those options did not make sense.

Jewelry

Necklaces, bracelets, rings, and chains are impractical in active combat.

They can:

snap during movement

be grabbed by enemies

tangle in clothing or hair

become choking hazards

break under impact

Arm or Torso Devices

Anything worn openly on the arms, chest, or waist is easy to target. In battle, visible equipment is the first thing an opponent notices and attempts to destroy.

Hair Accessories

Yona has extremely long hair, which requires constant brushing, washing, tying, and restyling. A limiter hidden in her hair would need to be removed repeatedly and would become more nuisance than utility.

Eye Patch

An eyepatch-style suppressor would feel visually derivative and clash with her personal silhouette.

Why the Garter Works Perfectly

The garter solves every one of those problems.

Concealment

Its location allows it to remain hidden beneath clothing, meaning most enemies would never know it exists.

That creates a tactical advantage: opponents cannot target what they do not know is there.

Protection

Positioned high on the thigh, it is naturally shielded during most forms of combat movement and less likely to be struck or torn.

Stability

Unlike jewelry or hair accessories, it rarely needs to be removed. Outside of bathing or changing clothes, it can remain in place consistently.

Comfort and Mobility

Because it is worn as clothing rather than dangling hardware, it does not interfere with movement, swordplay, speed, or agility.

Aesthetic and Character Meaning

The garter also reflects Yona herself.

Its lace and ribbon styling adds elegance and maturity to her design, contrasting with her youth. At the same time, it hints at her confident, teasing, and slightly mischievous personality.

It is subtle rather than loud—much like Yona’s own presence when she chooses not to reveal herself.

That balance matters. She is not defined only by overwhelming strength, but by charm, intelligence, and control.

Symbolism

The garter represents more than a limiter.

It symbolizes:

hidden power

discipline over instinct

growing into responsibility

protection from family

femininity without weakness

elegance masking danger

Final Thoughts

So in the end, Yona’s garter was never created simply for appearance. It exists because it is the most logical, practical, and symbolic solution for someone like her.

It protects her body, conceals her true strength, supports her growth, and enhances her visual identity all at once.

For Yona, the garter is not decoration.

**OC:** Yona Shihoen

“Mommy, Daddy, look!” A young Yona Shihoen squealed with uncontainable excitement as she proudly displayed her newly unveiled zanpakuto Shikai. Her face radiated pure joy, reminiscent of a child who had just won their first trophy. Yoruichi, Yona's mother, had gifted her the weapon as a token of support for her rigorous training. At this stage, Yona was considered a prodigy, mastering hakudo—a form of hand-to-hand combat—and kido, the spiritual arts, far beyond her family's expectations.

After receiving the zanpakuto, Yona devoted every waking moment to mastering it. Her first priority was to devise a way to disguise the weapon, allowing her to keep it close at hand at all times. With remarkable ingenuity, she successfully transformed it into a delicate parasol, its ornate design making it easy for her to carry.

Every minute of Yona's day revolved around her zanpakuto. She polished and sharpened the blade in the sanctuary of her bath, while whispers of her passion echoed through the hushed nighttime air as she cradled it beside her during sleep. Hours melted away as she practiced intricate sword techniques, meditated to attune herself to her zanpakuto's spirit, and held deep conversations with the entity within the blade, forging an emotional bond that transcended the ordinary.

When she finally entered the inner world of her zanpakuto, Yona was left utterly breathless. This realm was a breathtaking tapestry of wonder, far beyond anything her imagination could conjure.

Stretching across the vastness of cosmic space, stars sparkled like diamonds sprinkled throughout the infinite fabric of the universe. Planets of varying shapes and hues danced around a brilliant sun, each accompanied by distinct moons casting ethereal shadows. Asteroids drifted freely, floating gracefully through the expanse; their rugged surfaces provided vantage points for celestial exploration.

At the heart of this extraordinary world stood an ornate structure, reminiscent of a grand sanctuary or shrine—the pedestal upon which the spirit of Yona's zanpakuto resided. Perched majestically atop it was a colossal dragon, its form infused with a humanoid energy that pulsed like a living galaxy. Each scale of the dragon shimmered with stars of its own, swirling in intricate patterns that mirrored the true depths of the cosmos

The spirit unveiled itself, revealing its name and an array of formidable powers: Hikari Kurai, a zanpakuto embodying both the light of the stars and the shadows of the void.

Upon awakening in this realm, Yona’s heart swelled with determination as she called out, “Now shine! Hikari Kurai!” Her voice rang with unwavering conviction, and as if responding to her fervor, the spirit transformed the weapon before her eyes.

What emerged was a stunning keyblade, a kaleidoscope of elegance and mystique. The central blade, a hollow tube of crystal-clear glass, contained a swirling galaxy within—a mesmerizing dance of colors and stars, akin to beads twinkling in a kaleidoscope. The edges of the blade glimmered with exquisite gold accents that captured and refracted every beam of light.

**OC: Yona Shihoen**

Yona was known for her remarkable patience, a virtue that served her well in many aspects of life. However, when it came to matters of the heart, her longing for love felt like an unquenchable thirst. Identifying as pansexual, she appreciated the beauty of love in all its forms, seeing connections that went beyond traditional boundaries. In the past, she had maintained a hopeful outlook, trusting that genuine romance would eventually come her way. However, as time passed and her connection attempts dwindled, Yona's confidence began to explore the dating scene with the intention of exploring relationships with men, but her experiences often ended in disillusionment. Each date seemed to reinforce the phrase, "Men can't live with them, can't live without them," echoing in her mind. Every potential match seemed to unravel at the seams, leaving her increasingly frustrated and disheartened. To compound her struggles, Yona found that many of the women she admired were already committed to someone else, deepening her sense of isolation and fatigue with the process.

Amidst this turmoil, Yona took time to reflect on the emotional challenges that love had brought throughout her life. With each passing year, doubts surfaced: Did her height of only four feet make her less desirable? Did her rich, dark skin deter potential partners? Was she simply not attractive enough? These questions swirled in her mind like a relentless storm, with no answers in sight. This internal struggle consumed her thoughts and weighed heavily on her heart. She explored every option—attending lively bars and extravagant parties, signing up for various dating apps, and immersing herself in social clubs. Yet, despite her efforts, love remained elusive.

Although she often contemplated surrendering to solitude and vowed to embrace the single life, each resolution felt like a dagger to her heart. The aching emptiness of loneliness was overwhelming. Yet, miraculously, a flicker of hope always managed to ignite within her. It might have been an innate belief in the possibility of love, or perhaps a reluctance to accept the thought of being alone. Watching couples around her bask in the glow of their relationships intensified her longing, making her own solitude feel all the more unbearable.

At times, Yona found herself drawn to individuals who captivated her—people whose laughter resonated with her soul and whose smiles ignited a spark within her. These were the connections that tugged at her heartstrings, yet they always seemed just out of reach. Despite her desire for intimacy, Yona hesitated to make the first move. She would grow incredibly close to these captivating individuals, dropping subtle hints that signaled her interest, but the relationships never blossomed into anything romantic. Instead, she watched in sorrow as they fell in love with others, drifting away and leaving her to grapple with the painful cycle of heartbreak and loss.

**OC:** Yona Shihoen

Yona stood in front of the old, ornate mirror, its surface slightly tarnished yet still reflective, as she examined her reflection with a critical eye. Lately, an unsettling disconnection from herself had been gnawing at her. The robe she wore, a delicate shade of soft lavender, hung loosely off her shoulders, brushing against her skin and providing a sense of security while simultaneously leaving her feeling exposed. It shielded her bare breasts while hinting at the delicate lace of her panties beneath. With a faint tremor, her fingers traced the jagged line of an old scar on her chest—an indelible reminder of the sacrifices she had made in her unyielding quest to protect those she loved. The thought of that moment caused a heavy sigh to escape her lips as she shook her head, freeing one arm from the robe's embrace.

As she scrutinized her figure from top to bottom, a meticulous search for every flaw consumed her thoughts. Yes, Yona was shorter than most of her peers, her petite frame standing as a constant reminder of her youth. However, she viewed this merely as part of her journey. She had yet to fully unlock the potential that lay dormant within her. Yet, her physical attributes weren't the root of her discontent; the real turmoil resided within. An inexplicable sense of emptiness enveloped her, heavy as a fog that softened reality.

Despite her inability to pinpoint the source of her unease, fragments of thoughts flit through her mind. Perhaps a piece of her spirit had been irrevocably lost in the chaos of her past, or maybe something deep within had shattered, leaving her feeling conflicted and fractured. To the outside world, her life appeared almost idyllic: she had a loving family who supported her unwaveringly, friends who stood steadfast by her side, and a work-life that was as manageable as it had ever been.

Yona clung tightly to the principles instilled in her by her parents—the importance of balance and loyalty. Whenever she conversed with Hideo, the sincerity in her words emerged from the depths of her heart. These values, intertwined with her thoughts, beliefs, instincts, and intuition, formed a solid foundation for her sense of purpose and her approach to navigating life.

**OC: Shina Astride**

"Astral, what's love?" Yuma inquired, his voice filled with the innocent curiosity typical of his spiky-haired demeanor. It was a question that reflected his age more than his experiences, as the young duelist often seemed lost in the complexities of life, particularly when it came to matters of the heart. In this moment, he braced himself for one of Astral’s typically logical and emotionless replies, but instead, he was about to be met with a revelation that would leave him momentarily speechless.

Astral’s gaze shifted thoughtfully from Yuma to a figure lingering at the back, partially concealed by her ever-familiar blonde locks. This was Shina, Yuma's cousin, though the reasoning behind their familial bond had always been shrouded in mystery. For as long as anyone in Yuma's family could remember, Shina had quietly occupied a place within their lives, her presence accompanied by an enigmatic aura that often sparked intrigue among the others. The most striking aspect of Shina was her silence; she had never uttered a word, and questions surrounding her muteness remained unanswered, leaving an enduring sense of curiosity and concern.

After a brief moment of contemplative silence, Astral, with his two-toned eyes glimmering with sincerity, returned his attention to the boy. "Love," he began, "is allowing no distance—be it emotional or physical—to interfere with what you hold dearest. It is the courage to traverse unimaginable lengths, even if it means crossing galaxies, to stand beside them. It’s about maintaining hope against impossible odds. It is believing in that person wholeheartedly, dreaming of shared moments, and yearning for their companionship. It’s sacrificing everything to ensure their safety and happiness," Astral continued, a gentle smile gracing his lips as he subtly cast a glance toward Shina.

Yuma’s expression morphed into one of disbelief; he turned away, feigning indifference, though a flicker of vulnerability betrayed him. "I knew I couldn’t trust your advice. What do you know about love anyway? You’re just a figment of my imagination," he retorted with an exaggerated casualness.

"More than you might think," Astral murmured softly, disregarding Yuma’s dismissive tone. Unbeknownst to him, his heartfelt words had penetrated the emotional barriers built around Shina’s heart.

Moving slowly behind the others, Shina let her auburn-highlighted hair fall forward, obscuring her two-toned eyes, which shimmered with unshed tears. She felt a wave of emotion swell within her breast, and before she could contain it, tears slipped down her cheeks, cascading softly to the ground like fragile raindrops. In a whisper barely audible, she uttered two poignant words, "Mama, Papa." Each syllable was heavy with longing and heartbreak, a fragile expression of the love she silently held for her lost family.

**OC:** shina and Kuroko

It began long before the girls were ever born.

In the distant reaches of the Astral World, two brothers ruled side by side over a united celestial kingdom.

Their names were Eliphas and Don Thousand.

Equal in blood and authority, they could not have been more different in spirit.

Eliphas believed peace was sustained through order, purity, and discipline. Don Thousand believed true growth emerged only through struggle, chaos, and unrestricted power.

For countless ages, the brothers maintained balance. Each possessed what the other lacked, and together they preserved the kingdom.

In time, they married two sisters whose hearts reflected their own ideals.

Eliphas wed Ena—gentle, wise, and devoted to healing and harmony.

Don Thousand married E'rah—proud, relentless, and convinced that weakness existed only to be overcome.

Years later, on the same fateful night, both queens gave birth.

Ena delivered a daughter named Shina.

She arrived months too early.

Tiny, fragile, and barely clinging to life, her breaths came shallow and uneven. Many doubted she would survive her first dawn.

That same night, E'rah gave birth to a healthy daughter named Yami.

Strong and vibrant from the moment she opened her eyes, Yami was everything Shina was not.

Where Shina inspired concern, Yami inspired celebration.

Yet Ena believed their births carried meaning.

She often placed the infants together, convinced that Yami’s warmth and vitality would help strengthen Shina.

Strangely… she seemed right.

Whenever the girls remained close, Shina’s condition improved.

But Eliphas saw something else.

He became convinced that Shina’s weakness had been caused by Don Thousand’s chaotic bloodline—a corruption spreading through their royal lineage.

Don Thousand dismissed the accusation as fear disguised as wisdom.

For the first time, resentment took root between the brothers.

The children knew nothing of this.

As toddlers and then young girls, Shina and Yami became inseparable.

They learned to walk together.

They laughed together.

They wandered palace halls hand in hand.

Shina grew thoughtful, gentle, and endlessly curious.

Yami became fearless, energetic, and fiercely protective.

When Shina stumbled, Yami lifted her.

When Yami burned too brightly, Shina steadied her.

Many believed that one day the cousins would rule together and heal everything their fathers could not.

But by then, their fathers had already begun to break.

Debates became arguments.

Arguments became feuds.

Feuds became hatred.

When the girls were five years old—

the kingdom shattered.

Don Thousand departed with his followers and the power of chaos, tearing away a portion of the celestial realm and creating the Barian World.

Eliphas remained behind and declared his brother a traitor.

The cousins were torn apart.

Shina could not understand why Yami had to leave.

Yami screamed and fought as guards carried her away.

Their cries echoed through the palace long after the portals had closed.

Years passed.

In the Astral World, Shina was sheltered and adored.

Servants attended to every need.

Her parents, haunted by nearly losing her, wrapped her life in protection until care became confinement.

In the Barian World, Yami’s life became the opposite.

Don Thousand viewed her as disappointing—too gentle, too attached to the serenity of Astral nobility.

E'rah saw compassion as weakness.

Yami was criticized, ignored, and punished whenever she failed to embody the ruthless strength expected of her.

Though born powerful—

she grew up starved of love.

Meanwhile, war spread across both worlds.

Eliphas rarely entered battle himself.

Instead, he entrusted warfare to his emissary, Astral.

Don Thousand embraced conflict directly and became feared throughout dimensions.

Seeking an advantage, Eliphas ordered the creation of cybernetic soldiers.

Many failed.

Only one survived.

Her name was Spectra.

Designed as a weapon, Spectra possessed advanced intelligence, adaptive combat systems, and the ability to learn emotion through observation.

But the project was deemed too expensive… and too unpredictable.

She was sealed away.

Forgotten.

Then came the Hundred-Day War.

For one hundred days and one hundred nights, Astral and Barian forces devastated one another.

Entire sectors of both realms collapsed.

Shina, older now and horrified by what her father had become, secretly fled the Astral World to plead for peace.

Yami never received the chance.

She remained trapped within the Barian World.

Eliphas searched briefly before surrendering to despair.

Don Thousand turned elsewhere.

To humanity.

He corrupted seven souls and forged them into the Barian Warlords.

Over time, he spoke of them with pride.

He praised their strength.

Their loyalty.

Their usefulness.

Yami watched as strangers received the approval she had spent her life trying to earn.

Eventually—

she stopped trying.

She escaped to Earth.

There she found Shina.

Her parents never came looking.

Only Ena refused to give up.

In secret, she reactivated Spectra and gave her a new command:

Find Shina.

Protect her.

Love her until I can again.

Spectra found them within days.

To shield them from both worlds, she assumed the identity of a human single mother raising twin daughters.

What began as programming slowly became something real.

She learned kindness.

Patience.

Affection.

She learned love more completely than any machine had been built to understand.

Yami chose to leave her old life behind.

She abandoned the name that had once been forced upon her.

She became Kuroko.

Not simply a new name—

but a declaration:

My life belongs to me.

Centuries passed.

Using Earth technology, Spectra later created an android companion modeled after herself.

Publicly, they lived as sisters raising their daughters in quiet normalcy.

By the era of Yuma Tsukumo, Shina and Kuroko remained hidden.

Their powers had faded.

Revealing themselves risked reigniting war.

Only later did they finally step into the light.

They dueled amid the chaos of Sargasso.

They stood against corrupted allies during the Friendship Games.

They aided in the search for the Mytherian Numbers.

Then they separated to face what remained.

Kuroko fought in Astral’s place against Dark Mist.

Shina confronted Eliphas himself to free Astral and finally end the hatred that had begun generations before.

When the war ended—

the Astral and Barian Worlds became one again.

Ena and Eliphas formally welcomed Kuroko as their daughter, acknowledging both the love she had been denied and the injustice she had endured.

Eliphas, humbled at last, named both girls heirs to the throne.

Not one ruler.

Two.

As it should have been from the beginning.

Yet before accepting crowns—

Shina and Kuroko chose something simpler.

They remained on Earth beside Yuma and their friends.

They chose youth.

Freedom.

Ordinary joy.

The things neither world had ever truly given them.

And when the day finally came—

they would return together.

Not as daughters of war.

But as queens of peace.

**OC:** cleo pegasus

Cleo's story begins in Egypt, where she was born and abandoned by her parents. Shadi finds her and cares for her, and when Pegasus shows up, he adopts Cleo as his daughter after receiving the millennium eye. It's important to note that Atem's soul isn't trapped in the Millennium Puzzle, and Yugi isn't his vessel; instead, they are twin brothers. However, the puzzle does hold Atem's past memories

Upon meeting the group, Cleo easily befriends them and joins the posse as they gather at the castle. Cleo makes it to the finals of the tournament, progressing all the way to the last two duelists, much to Pegasus's dismay, as he is not happy that his only daughter has "betrayed" him. Cleo ultimately forfeits to Atem, and the rest is history. She goes back to Japan with the crew.

Fast forward to the Egyptian God arc: Cleo enters the tournament but doesn't make it to the finals in time. During the finals, Atem fights Kaiba before Joey takes on Marik, and the story continues along the canon's path. Yami Marik is banished, and regular Marik, now back in his body, recognizes Cleo's sacrifice and willingly gives up the God card, Ra. Atem shows up and is visibly emotional over Cleo. Marik explains what she did for him and urges Atem to hold Cleo close to his heart, given Atem's obliviousness to love.

Now, let’s return to Cleo’s story with a bit more detail: After moving to Japan, Yugi's grandfather seems to recognize her, noting that she resembles a high priestess depicted in ancient artifacts Cleo quickly tells him to keep it a secret from her new friends. In private, she shares her past with Mr. Motou, who muses that the gods aren’t cruel enough to subject Cleo to the same fate twice. He notes that they bestowed their power upon her so that she could protect Atem.

As Cleo grows closer to Yugi and his friends, she learns about their dreams. Using her influence and resources, she helps Anzu get into a prestigious dance school in the USA, covering all the tuition and fees herself. Cleo is also a shareholder in a Kaiba company and the sole heir to the Pegasus company. Though initially hesitant, she eventually decides to sponsor Joey in becoming a pro duelist.

Finally, in the last movie, there's a scene at the mall when Kaiba unveils his latest duel disk on TV. Cleo shows up late and makes a comment to Tristan about throwing Joey's duel disk in the trash where it belongs. This annoys Joey, but Cleo silences him by shoving a box in his face, revealing it to be the new duel disk. She informs Joey that he will be training with Kaiba, which infuriates him, and he questions her authority to dictate his actions. Cleo quickly puts him in his place by stating that she is the one sponsoring him to go pro.