^name	mune vulraya
^race	moonkeeper miqo'te
^age	twenty-something
^nameday	unknown
^gender	female; she/her
^origin	the twelveswood
^occupation	retainer, bartender
^obsession	the wolf of kugane
^desire	feral tempest

Wears dark makeup. Her signature black lipstick and smudged, shadowed eyes make her look like she walked out of a midnight ritual. Her makeup is dark, deliberate, and always perfect.
Hums old cult hymns without realizing. Sometimes she sings under her breath — fragments of the past she can’t fully let go of. The melodies are eerie, unsettling, the kind that worm their way into the mind even if the words are long forgotten.
Drinks like it’s a ritual. She treats alcohol with the same reverence the Lambs treated their sacrifices — like it has power. She drinks without abandon, savoring every kind with no bias, no favorites.
Wakes up in strange places. Between unstable aether, reckless magic use, and intoxication, she has a habit of blacking out and coming to somewhere new. A forgotten library, an abandoned shrine, under a tree — she’s learned not to question it too much. If she wakes up somewhere she recognizes, it’s a pleasant surprise. If she wakes up somewhere dangerous, well… it wouldn’t be the first time.
Off-menu offers cost more than coin. If she ever asks “Do you want something special?”, say no. She’ll mix it with her own blood. With a memory she stole. With something that whispers once you drink it. You’ll walk away changed. Or not at all.
Steals aether with a touch. A curse that was self-inflicted, to no one’s surprise. She has to physically touch people to siphon — it’s intimate, invasive... and she hates it.

⸺ aether

Touched by old rituals and dark magic, the feline's aether feels like an open wound in the weave of the world. Never still, it shifts, stirs, like something aware and watching. Those sensitive to aether may feel it reaching for them, leaving their skin cold and soul a little off-center for a time after.

⸺ scent

At first, it’s rich blackberry, deep and almost overripe, the kind of sweetness that borders on sinful. Beneath it there’s something sharper, spiced incense curling like smoke, carrying the ghost of old rituals and forbidden knowledge. And then, nightshade. Faint, but unmistakable — the quiet poison beneath the allure.

⸺ voice

A low and silken drawl that lingers in the mind long after she’s finished speaking. There’s a dark, melodic quality to it — something rhythmic, almost hypnotic, as if every word is part of an incantation. She speaks in purring amusement, always carrying the hint of a smirk, like she knows something others don’t.

⸺ femme fatale

Mune is a magnetic enigma, a woman of sharp intellect and sharper intent. She moves through the world with effortless allure, drawing others in with an eerie charm that veils her cunning.She is curious to a fault, relentlessly pursuing what she wants — whether knowledge, power, or something more elusive. Secretive and manipulative, she keeps her truths hidden while prying into others, twisting situations to her advantage with practiced ease. Impulsive and impatient, she acts first and thinks later (if at all), driven by obsession as much as ambition.Beneath it all, there’s an unsettling instability — something fraying at the edges, something dark curling just beneath the surface, waiting.

^{ㅤCLEVERㅤ ㅤCURIOUSㅤ ㅤFEARLESSㅤ ㅤFOCUSEDㅤ
ㅤIMPATIENTㅤ ㅤIMPISHㅤ ㅤINNATEㅤ ㅤINSENSITIVEㅤ
ㅤOBSESSIVEㅤ ㅤPOWER-HUNGRYㅤ ㅤRELENTLESSㅤ
ㅤSECRETIVEㅤ ㅤSELF-DESTRUCTIVEㅤ ㅤUNSTABLEㅤ}

⸺ loves

Alcohol. She doesn’t just drink — she ritualizes it. The burn of strong liquor, the way it warps reality, the power in surrendering to intoxication… it’s intoxicating in more ways than one.
Magic. Magic is power. Magic is knowledge. Magic is the only thing that has ever made sense to her. The darker, the better. Forbidden tomes, whispered incantations, spells that drain instead of heal — she doesn’t just want to use black magic; she wants to own it.
Rain. The smell of wet earth, the way it drowns out the world, the way it hides things. She sleeps best with rain pounding against the window. She enchanted Kurai's apartment to have a rainy aura.
Secrets. The weight of hidden knowledge, the rush of getting away with something forbidden — she lives for it.

⸺ loathes

Being questioned. She doesn’t owe anyone explanations. Doubting her, prying into her past, or challenging her choices is a quick way to get shut down — or hexed.
Dreams. She doesn’t trust them. They’re never just dreams, she knows better. And she knows someone could be watching, waiting...
Formalities. If it can’t be solved with magic, manipulation, or force, she has no patience for it.
Touch without permission. She can be invasive, but the reverse? Absolutely not. Anyone touching her without warning might get hexed on instinct.
Waiting. Impatience isn’t just a trait — it’s a flaw. If she wants something, she wants it now.

⸺ sacrificial lamb

Mune was taken as a child by the Lambs of Dalamud, a secretive sect hidden deep in the Twelveswood. They raised her for a singular purpose — to be sacrificed in a grand ritual meant to summon a voidsent. Their goal was to bind the entity to a powerful wolf auspice, twisting it into their dark champion.But something went terribly wrong.As the ritual neared its climax, the wolf auspice resisted. It broke free before the voidsent could take hold, shattering the ceremony and throwing the cult into chaos. The summoning failed. The voidsent never arrived. And Mune, who should have perished as an offering, survived against all odds.The cult, reeling from their failure, still kept her. Whether they saw her as an ill omen or a second chance at their dark work, she was never given true freedom. But she no longer belonged to them.She became obsessed with the wolf auspice that had defied them — the beast meant to be possessed, the one who had shattered her fate. She needed to understand why. Why had it fought back? Why had it ruined the ritual? What had become of it after escaping?She left the cult to find it.But the wolf she sought was no longer the same. Somewhere along the way, it had been infested by something else — a yokai, a new parasite where the ritual had failed. That mutation had cascaded further, transform from the auspice into what is now Kurai, the one she serves.Yet, even knowing this, she cannot let go of her obsession. The auspice was her first taste of a truth beyond the cult’s teachings, the first being to break her chains. Whether Kurai holds the answers she seeks or merely another mystery to unravel…She will follow, no matter the cost.

Blood & Bargains. Mune isn’t above doing dirty work if it furthers her goals. Need someone cursed? A rare alchemical reagent? A ritualist willing to cut deeper than most? She trades in favors and secrets, and those debts don’t fade easily.
Hungry, Hungry Aether. If your character is particularly powerful in aether, they may have felt Mune’s curse — draining, leeching, hungering. Perhaps she siphoned from them directly, leaving them weakened, unsettled, or strangely drawn to her. Maybe they want to stop her. Maybe they want to understand her.
Kurai’s Shadow. If you know Kurai, you will know Mune — his self-proclaimed disciple, his obsessed follower. Maybe you need something from him, and Mune is the barrier in your way. Maybe you want to exploit her devotion. Or maybe she sees you as a threat.

The Forbidden & the Forgotten. Mune is always searching for lost magic, taboo texts, and relics best left buried. She seeks alchemical secrets, rare rituals, and stolen knowledge — whether by trade, manipulation, or outright theft. If your character possesses or protects such, their paths may already be entwined.
Unstable, Unbound. Ever find someone passed out where they shouldn’t be? Mune’s unstable magic and reckless habits often leave her waking up in strange places with no memory of how she got there. Maybe she woke up in your domain, and now you have to deal with her.
Whispers of the Lambs. Former Lambs of Dalamud? Cult survivors? Scholars of voidsent rituals? If your character has ties to the occult, they may have heard of the failed summoning — or Mune, the sacrifice who should have died.

IC =/= OOC. I’m not my character, my character is not me. I’m happily married and in a loving relationship. Friends are great, but don't flirt with me OOC.
Consent and communication are paramount to interaction. Let me know if you’re not feeling the scene or uncomfortable; I’ll do the same.
21+ only. Keep things third person, please.
Quality over quantity. In-game, expect 1-2 paragraphs; on Discord, expect 2-5.
I prefer plot-heavy connections and long-term non-romantic bonds. No ERP.

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I’m interested in dark and mature themes intermixed with conflict.
Lore-bending is fine, but I’m not interested in lore-breaking, WoL, self-inserts, kinning, or alternate universes.
Permanent death and disfigurement, metagaming, godmodding, and powerplaying are also no-goes for me. Injuries are fine, talk to me about it first.
Dice rolls for combat and determiners when not improvising.