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Maduin. Dynamis. CST.

“Desire doesn’t need permission. Only an invitation.”
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Millie

Ray

Old Enough

She / Her

CST

—    ooc.   

Yes I am a real Female. Please don't bug me about it.
I'm English. Please don't use other languages.. I'll look at you funny.
I love the color purple.
Wolf is my animal.
Yes, I do have Snapchat, Discord and Facebook. No you can't have them.Hobbies:
Gaming.
I write poems and I read.
Other than that, you don't really need to know.Any More?
I can be the sweetest person you meet or the weirdest. Do you take the risk?

—    contact.   

Discord. Zonneschijn
Twitter. @FFXIV_Rayne

—    About Ray.   

About the Creator
Please follow the button down below in order to see more about Ray.

• About Me

—    one.   

Respect is a big thing. If you don't have it please don't approach me. Everything I do is based on treating everyone equal.I rather someone be true to themselves and not make something up to be in my good graces.Be unique, be interesting and please write more than a sentence at a time.

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Willing to start at any theme, as long as it is original, detailed and well thought out. Very simple person though love is in the detail.I also love gposing. Please keep this in mind. I take pictures of my character in character.

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No outright erp. I am not a one night stand or a sex machine. I will avoid this at all cost.God mode - I will avoid anyone with a god complex that think their character is the most powerful being on the planet.Anyone that tries to control my character through writing I will be avoiding.

  name.   Millicent Veira Nocturne
  age.   Appears mid-twenties — her true age is anyone’s guess
  race.   Succubus — Gothic variant, woven from desire and cursecraft
  nameday.    4th Sun of the 4th Umbral Moon
  guarding deity.    Menphina, the Lover — goddess of bonds, longings, and the hidden moon
  gender.    Female
  pronouns.    She / Her
  sexuality.    Romantic: Panromantic / Sexual: Pansexual

  height.   5 fulms 3 ilms — petite, but presence makes her feel taller
  weight.    Unlisted — “Darling, that’s a rude question.”
  hair color.   Pitch black — always styled, always perfect
  eye color.   Silver-gray — gleams like polished moonlight when amused
  skin tone.   Porcelain pale — untouched by sun, kissed by shadow
  notable features.  
• Wears only black and white — her own unbreakable law
• Body is covered in elegant, intricate black tattoos — floral, geometric, arcane
• Small, curved horns — pale and polished, like ivory carved for mischief
• A sleek, heart-tipped succubus tail — expressive, teasing, and never still
• Eyes linger like silk dragging across skin — slow, deliberate, invasive
• Smiles with mystery, rarely with warmth
• Smells faintly of incense, cold lilies, and old secrets

  job occupation.  
Seductress • Enchantment Artist • Dealer in Secrets • Emotional Manipulator
  place of origin.   Unknown — summoned, perhaps sculpted, not born
  home.  
An unnamed manor hidden deep within the Twelveswood, veiled in illusion
  affiliation.  
None formally — Millie answers only to herself (and perhaps to whispered contract
  family.  
Mother: Veira Nocturne — deceased, missing, or mythical
Father: Uncared for
Siblings: None spoken of
  marital status.   Unwed — “Darling, can you imagine me domestic?”

  likes.  
Black lace • Long baths • Silence • Watching people unravel • Sharp wit • Control
  dislikes.  
Clinginess • Sunlight • Cheap flattery • Being underestimated • Loud colors
  virtues.  
Seductive • Clever • Stylish • Self-possessed • Observant • Articulate
  flaws.  
Vain • Manipulative • Emotionally unavailable • Controlling • Passive-aggressive • Cold

  Personality.  
Millie is elegance personified—composed, articulate, and calculating to a fault. She walks like every room belongs to her until proven otherwise, and even then, she’ll act as though you’re simply borrowing her space. Every word she speaks is deliberate, often laced with double meaning or sharpened with a hint of cruelty disguised as charm. Her intelligence is cold and analytical, though she can wrap it in warmth if it serves her. Millie plays people the way others play instruments—slowly, skillfully, drawing out their songs until they forget they’re even being plucked.Seduction comes to her as naturally as breathing—not always sexual, but always consuming. She draws others in with a glance, holds them with silence, and leaves them wanting with every smile that fades too soon. But underneath the velvet exterior is a vault—emotional vulnerability is locked away, seen only by those she allows in, and even then, only in fragments. She is fiercely independent, often emotionally unavailable, and guards her heart behind layers of cultivated detachment. But when she does care, it’s intense, possessive, and frightening in its sincerity. She would kill for those she loves—but she would never say it. That sort of devotion is implied.Millie despises being underestimated, especially by those who mistake her beauty for weakness or her silence for submission. She thrives in tension, orchestrates discomfort like a symphony, and has no interest in belonging to anyone or anything. Control is her comfort, and vulnerability her quiet fear. She rarely lashes out in anger—instead, she withdraws, watches, and waits… and when the moment is right, she ends you with elegance.Despite all of this, she is not evil. She is not cruel for cruelty’s sake. She is simply Millie: distant but not heartless, seductive but not hollow, sharp but not soulless. She is a creature of calculated grace, of candlelight and cold rooms, of affection that tastes like danger. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.

  Mirror Rituals  
Millie never passes a mirror without pausing to look—but it’s not vanity. Mirrors are portals to memory for her, reflections tied to the fragments of who she was before. Sometimes she stares for long moments, whispering in Demonic Tongue—words not meant for the world to hear. She doesn’t speak to her reflection… she speaks through it.
  The Softest Thing She Owns  
Hidden beneath her carefully curated collection of black velvet and lace is a single, small, silk handkerchief embroidered with the name “Veira.” She never uses it. She never speaks of it. But when the world feels too sharp, too loud, she takes it out, presses it to her chest, and lets herself remember being someone’s daughter—just for a moment..

  Abilities  
❖ Allurecraft (Passive / Active)
Millie exudes a constant aura of seduction that heightens desire, lowers emotional defenses, and draws attention to her like a flame draws moths. It’s not pheromonal—it’s presence. She doesn't need to speak to be persuasive. Her gaze alone can stir longing or fear.
— Mechanically, this can manifest as a charm-like effect, difficulty focusing, hesitation in combat, or the slow crumbling of one’s will around her.❖ Tension Feed (Sustenance)
Unlike traditional succubi, Millie feeds on unresolved desire. The space between the almost and the never. A look held too long, a breath left unfinished, a confession never spoken—this is her feast. The more emotionally strained the environment, the stronger she becomes.
— She cannot feed on apathy or indifference; emotional flatness starves her.❖ Curseweaving (Magic – Subtle Arcana)
Millie can inscribe emotional and psychological effects into glamours, objects, or words. Her “enchantment art” involves weaving subtle curses—such as hexes of obsession, nightmares, or paranoia—into jewelry, written letters, or whispered names.
— These curses are beautiful, slow-working, and rarely recognized as magic until it’s too late.❖ Mirrorcraft (Divination / Communication)
She can use mirrors as scrying tools or two-way windows—peering into places she’s marked, or whispering across the veils to others. Mirrors are sacred to her, and with the right ritual, she can trap memories, spy across distances, or even disguise a location.❖ Glamourbinding (Illusion Magic)
Millie can subtly alter her surroundings and her own appearance—never drastically, but enough to soften a room’s edges, blur her tattoos when she wishes, or darken a candle’s glow. Her illusions are rooted in seduction, rarely used for full disguises but instead for control of ambiance and impression.❖ Cold Resistance (Innate)
Her body is naturally cold and thrives in shadowy, low-light conditions. Environments others find bitter or draining often make her feel at peace. Fire magic repels her, but frost cannot touch her.

  background.  
Millicent Veira Nocturne did not crawl from the underworld, nor descend in a blaze of brimstone. She was invited—a whispered wish given shape. A succubus not of chaos, but of precision. She did not erupt into the world—she stepped into it, deliberate, cold, and cloaked in black and white, as if color itself had never dared lay claim to her.Millie is of an older breed of succubus, born not from infernal flames but ancient magic and temptation sealed in flesh. Whether conjured or conceived remains unclear—even her mother, Veira Nocturne, a practitioner of forbidden rites, left no record behind but the daughter who walked out of the circle. Millie speaks of her origin only in riddles, if at all. Press her for the truth and you’ll get a smile like a razor and a swift change of subject. Ask again, and you’ll feel your pulse tighten beneath her gaze.Her horns are polished, subtle, like ivory carved by a careful hand. Her tail, heart-tipped and elegantly expressive, is never still—neither is she. Her skin is pale as porcelain, her body a canvas of black ink: floral tattoos, arcane markings, geometric patterns—all laced across her from collarbone to thigh like sacred scripture. And yet, the only scripture she honors is power. She wears only black and white, not as fashion, but as law. No exceptions. No apologies.Unlike many of her kind, Millie feeds not on flesh or friction, but on presence—tension. A glance held too long. A breath you didn't realize you were holding. That soft brush of anticipation before a confession or a collapse. She thrives in that liminal space between want and ache. Her flirtation is ceaseless, but her affection is rare, guarded, and devastating in its sincerity. When she loves, she does not surrender. She claims.Her home lies hidden in the Twelveswood, veiled in enchantments and cold charm. The manor is part sanctuary, part snare—elegantly minimal, filled with rare books, dying flowers, and air that never warms. Few are invited inside. Fewer leave unchanged.Millie has no allegiance to city or cause. She walks her own path, aligning only with what amuses, benefits, or intrigues her. She is loyal to the very few who manage to matter—but never naive. Never disarmed. Her trust is a fortress, her anger a storm, and her silence… the deadliest of all.She is not evil. She is not good.
She is Millie—unapologetically precise, wickedly poised, unforgettable.
A pale thorn in velvet gloves.
And always watching.

  Health.     ★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
Delicate in frame and constitution — Millie can endure pain, but sustained physical damage takes its toll, especially under heat or divine magic.
  Strength.     ★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
Millie relies on manipulation, not muscle. Her strength lies in words, wit, and well-placed pressure — not brute force.
  Tenacity.     ★★★★★★★☆☆☆
Relentless in pursuit, unyielding once she’s chosen a path. She’ll never beg — but she’ll outlast, outwait, and outwit.
  Stamina.     ★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
While emotionally tireless, her physical endurance is limited. She prefers short engagements — psychological or otherwise.
  Intelligence.     ★★★★★★★ ★★★★★★★★★☆
Dangerously clever — she plays games most never realize they're in. Every word and silence is a calculated move.
  Dexterity.     ★★★★★★★☆☆☆
Elegant and exacting. Her movements are deliberate, her spellwork refined, and her control of space impeccable.
  Perception.     ★★★★★★★★★★
Millie sees everything — tone, tremble, tension. Her perception is her weapon, her shield, and her feast.
  Charisma.     ★★★★★★★★☆☆
She doesn't try to charm. She is the charm. Presence alone draws others in, even as her distance keeps them
  Empathy.     ★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
She reads emotions masterfully — but rarely feels them deeply. Empathy is a tool to her, not a reflex.

    “You Spoke Her Name…”    
Whether in jest, rumor, or ritual, someone uttered the name Millicent Nocturne — and something listened. She arrives not in a flash of magic, but with a knock on the door or a whisper behind a mirror. You don’t summon Millie. She simply decides to answer.Use this if: Your character dabbles in forbidden knowledge, collects names, or has stumbled upon a book they shouldn’t have opened.“She Offered You a Favor.”
Millie doesn’t grant favors lightly… or freely. But perhaps you intrigued her — a story, a scent, a memory tucked just beneath your eyes. She offers her help: a charm, an enchantment, or simply a secret. But what does she want in return? She never says. Not yet.Use this if: You want a long-game tie — a quiet, creeping connection that builds with consequences over time.    “She Was Watching You First.”    
Before you even noticed her, Millie had already seen you—measured you, catalogued your habits, and noted your weaknesses. You felt the weight of her gaze one night across a crowded room. And when your eyes finally met, she smiled. Not out of kindness… but like she already knew how this would end.Use this if: You want to start play mid-game—she’s already taken an interest, and your character is left wondering why.    “You Tried to Lie to Her.”    
Everyone lies. But very few lie well around Millie. Your words were careful, your tone even—but she saw the tremor. Heard the heartbeat skip. She didn’t call you out. She just… let you continue. Smiled. Tilted her head. And now you don’t know whether she believed you—or whether you’ve just been silently condemned.Use this if: You enjoy tension, manipulation, and a slow-burn RP built on doubt, mistrust, and subtle power shifts.

Filler

Nuisance.

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