qtvalx
Level 6
'THE CAGED DOVE'
None of this information is to be taken ICly.
None of this information is to be taken ICly.
BIRTH NAME:
Aoife König
PREFERRED NAME:
Evalise von Moltke
ETHNICITY:
German
AGE:
23
DATE OF BIRTH:
April 2nd, 2002
PLACE OF BIRTH:
Gorlitz, Germany
GENDER:
Cisgender Female
PRONOUNS:
She/Her
Aoife König
PREFERRED NAME:
Evalise von Moltke
ETHNICITY:
German
AGE:
23
DATE OF BIRTH:
April 2nd, 2002
PLACE OF BIRTH:
Gorlitz, Germany
GENDER:
Cisgender Female
PRONOUNS:
She/Her
IN-DEPTH INFORMATION:
OUTWARD PERSONALITY: 'The Dove'
Evalise embodies an almost otherworldly grace—gentle, soft-spoken, and seemingly untouched by the darkness of the world. To those who cross her path, she is nothing short of celestial, a vision of delicate beauty and quiet elegance. Her every movement is effortless, each step a whisper upon the earth, as if she floats rather than walks. With an air of refined perfection, it seems as though flawlessness itself runs through her veins, gilded in gold and untouched by impurity.
Her voice, a melody spun from silk and moonlight, lingers like the sweetest of lullabies—soothing, enchanting, and impossibly serene. Every word is measured, every glance laced with an unspoken tenderness, drawing others in with an almost hypnotic allure. To the world, she is an angel, untainted and divine, a creature too perfect to be of mortal blood.
Yet beneath the illusion of purity, shadows coil unseen. Sin clings to her skin like a lover’s touch—unforgiving, inescapable. Though her hands remain unblemished in the eyes of others, they have long since been stained by the weight of her choices. Deception, manipulation, even the quiet orchestration of ruin—none of it mars the porcelain image she presents. No judgment ever finds her. No whispers of suspicion linger for long. Evalise remains untouchable, a living contradiction—flawless in appearance, yet steeped in sin.
INWARD PERSONALITY: 'The Sinner.'
Beneath the delicate veneer of grace and purity, Evalise harbors a heart as cold and calculating as the world that shaped her. She learned long ago that fate is merciless, sparing no one, least of all the weak. That lesson, seared into her soul by years of quiet observation and veiled cruelty, became her gospel. Now, she does not hesitate to manipulate, deceive, and betray—even if it means turning on her own flesh and blood.
Evalise sees people not as individuals but as pieces on a chessboard, each one a means to an end. She moves them with precision, weaving intricate lies and feigned affections to ensure they fall exactly where she needs them. To the unsuspecting, she remains the soft-spoken angel, a beacon of gentleness and light. But behind those serene eyes lies an unwavering resolve, one that justifies even the most heinous of sins in the name of what she believes to be right.
To Evalise, guiding others toward their destined path—be it fortune or ruin, salvation or death—is an act of necessity, not cruelty. Fate is a ruthless force, and she has merely positioned herself as its instrument. If a life must be sacrificed to fulfill a greater purpose, then so be it. If trust must be broken, if love must be feigned, if innocence must be weaponized, she will do so without hesitation.
She has long since discarded the notion of guilt. After all, in a world built on deception and power, only fools allow sentiment to be their undoing.
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
DESCRIPTION
Evalise stands at a petite 5'1", her frame delicate yet subtly defined by years of disciplined exercise. Though she appears fragile at first glance, there is an understated strength in the way she moves—poised, controlled, every motion deliberate. Weighing 110 pounds, her lithe figure carries an effortless elegance, her presence commanding attention despite her diminutive stature.
Her golden tresses cascade in soft, tousled waves, framing her porcelain features with an air of ethereal beauty. The strands catch the light like molten sunlight, shifting between honeyed warmth and pale brilliance depending on the angle. Yet, it is her eyes— or rather, the singular jade-hued one—that captures the most intrigue. Half-lidded in feigned passivity, it watches the world with quiet scrutiny, veiled behind an illusion of indifference. Though dulled by an ever-present air of dormancy, beneath its surface lurks a depth of intelligence, calculation, and something far less benign.
Her voice is an instrument of its own, a melodic harmony in a world of discord. Each syllable is spoken with purpose, her tone effortlessly weaving between gentle persuasion and quiet command. It is soothing yet deceptive, carrying a sweetness that masks the sharp edges of her intent.
Evalise’s attire reflects her meticulous nature—always composed, always deliberate. Formalwear is her preference, tailored pieces that emphasize both her grace and authority. Rich crimson once dominated her wardrobe, a testament to her family's influence and the power she wielded in their name. Yet, in recent times, she has gravitated toward a softer palette, allowing shades of pink to replace the deep reds of her past. Whether this shift is a fleeting whim or a silent statement remains uncertain, but as with all things Evalise does, there is meaning beneath the surface—one only she truly understands.
NOTABLE FEATURES
- The Emerald Prosthetic: In place of her right eye sits a striking prosthetic, crafted entirely from pure emerald. Its surface is intricately carved with delicate, almost nonsensical patterns—an elaborate web of lines and symbols that seem more decorative than functional. However, for those perceptive enough, and close enough to truly see, a hidden message lies within the engravings. Etched in Spanish, barely discernible unless caught in just the right light, are the words: "For my ever-lasting love." A gift from her father, Ezio Calderon-DeLuca, the prosthetic is both a mark of her suffering and a testament to all she has endured. Yet, to Evalise, it is no symbol of love or resilience—it is a relic of a past she has buried, a reminder of wounds that refuse to heal and memories she would rather forget.
- Scars Beneath Silk and Lace: Beneath the polished image she presents to the world, Evalise’s body tells a different story—one written in scars. Hidden beneath layers of fine fabrics and carefully curated attire, they remain unseen, secrets etched into her skin. Among them, two stand out as the most notable. The first, a deep, jagged scar just beside her heart, a relic of a blade that came dangerously close to ending her life. The second, a similar wound carved into the flesh of her right thigh, another gift from a sharpened edge. Each scar is a silent testament to battles fought, mistakes made, and the steep price of survival.
- The Obscure 'O': Behind her left ear, mostly concealed by golden waves of hair, lies a faded tattoo—an obscure 'O,' its meaning lost to all but her. Unlike the pristine elegance she now embodies, the tattoo is crude, likely the result of a stick-and-poke from years long past. A remnant of a different time, a different Evalise. A time before her naivety was stripped away, before she became the woman she is now. The ink is a tribute to a name that once meant everything: Oyanami Bird. He was the closest thing to family she had, a light in the darkness. And yet, it was by her own hands that his light was extinguished. She remembers it well—the way his life drained from his eyes, the way her own tears blurred her vision as she knelt over his fading body. The tattoo remains, long faded but never truly gone, a quiet, unspoken confession of a love and a loss she will never allow herself to grieve.
BACKSTORY: BEFORE KARAKURA
Born into the heart of Germany's elite, Aoife Konig’s life was shaped by her family’s obsession with appearances and status. The Konigs were a name associated with wealth, power, and influence, and they made sure that Aoife embodied their perfect vision of a high-society daughter. From a young age, she was thrust into the world of grand events, galas, and social circles where every movement, every word, and every glance was scrutinized.BACKSTORY: BEFORE KARAKURA
Her parents, fixated on maintaining an impeccable image, demanded that Aoife be nothing less than flawless. She was ******* in etiquette, poised in every conversation, and taught the fine art of presenting herself to the world as the perfect daughter. To the outside world, she appeared as a model of grace, charm, and intelligence. Yet behind the carefully curated facade, Aoife's life was far from the picture of perfection her family projected.
Behind closed doors, Aoife faced the cruelty of her family’s expectations. The pressure to always be the perfect daughter was suffocating, and her every mistake—no matter how small—was met with harsh punishments. Emotional and psychological abuse became the constant backdrop of her life, leaving Aoife feeling like nothing more than a pawn in her family’s twisted game of status. The love she desperately longed for from her parents was always conditional, dependent on how well she adhered to their vision of what she should be.
As Aoife approached her thirteenth birthday, the weight of her family’s demands became unbearable. The suffocating life she led in the shadow of their perfectionism was taking its toll on her, and she began to crack under the strain. For years, she had dreamed of escape, of finding a place where she could finally be free from their expectations. The opportunity to flee arrived when she learned of Karakura, a distant town far from the life her family had planned for her. With nothing but her resolve and the clothes on her back, Aoife ran away from everything she knew, leaving behind the life of luxury that had been both a privilege and a prison.
Karakura became the place where Aoife would begin to heal and carve out an identity of her own. There, no one knew the Konig name, and no one cared for appearances. For the first time in her life, Aoife could live without being constantly judged, and while she would never escape the scars of her past, Karakura gave her the chance to start over.
BACKSTORY: KARAKURA
BACKSTORY: KARAKURA
Chapter One: A New Name.
At thirteen, Aoife fled Germany, leaving behind the only home she had ever known. A brutal fight within her household had been the final push, forcing her to seek refuge somewhere—anywhere—far from the life she once lived. Her journey led her to the obscure island of Karakura, a place teeming with chaos and uncertainty. With no money, no shelter, and no safety net, she found solace in the only place that would have her: the abandoned power plant.But "solace" was a generous word.
The power plant was a skeletal ruin, its rusted metal frame entangled with overgrown vines and shattered glass. It was no place for a child. The air was thick with the scent of decay, a constant reminder that this place belonged to ghosts—both of the past and the present. People came and went, their faces obscured by foreign clothing and expressions Aoife couldn't decipher. Some bore the unmistakable air of violence, their movements sharp, their eyes cold. Others were simply watchers, lingering on the edges of the brutality that played out within those crumbling walls.
Among them was one figure who stood apart from the rest—a man who seemed to command attention without ever needing to demand it. Deno von Moltke.
Aoife watched him from a distance, her curiosity growing by the day. There was something about him—an aura of power, of certainty—that drew her in. Unlike the others, he never seemed afraid. If he was, he never showed it. He moved through the world as if it belonged to him, and for reasons she couldn’t quite explain, Aoife found herself captivated.
She made a habit of watching him, always careful, always hidden. But her luck ran out.
It happened in the midst of another brutal spectacle—figures clad in ballistic masks clashed with metal baseball bats, their shouts echoing through the desolate structure. She was so fixated on the scene before her that she didn’t notice the presence behind her until it was too late.
A firm hand clamped onto her shoulder.
Her breath hitched as she turned, only to find herself staring into striking cerulean eyes. No mask, no disguise—just him. Deno von Moltke, d****d in his infamous purple trench coat, regarding her with an expression she couldn’t quite place. His grip was steady but not cruel, his voice rough yet oddly gentle when he spoke.
“So, you’re the one who’s been watching me?” His head tilted slightly, amusement flickering across his features. “What do you think?”
She could barely find her voice. Fear, admiration, and uncertainty warred within her, making her stumble over her words.
“Oh, um… I think you’re doing amazing,” she blurted out, wincing at her own awkwardness.
Deno didn’t laugh. Instead, he hummed in quiet thought, as if genuinely considering her words. “So do I,” he finally said, the corner of his mouth lifting in something that wasn’t quite a smile. “What’s your name, kid?”
For a moment, she hesitated.
Her name.
Aoife. The name she had carried since birth. The name tied to a life she no longer belonged to.
She made a decision then—one she didn’t fully understand at the time.
“My name is Eva,” she said, forcing a small smile.
She had no way of knowing that this single choice, this one name spoken in the dim glow of a ruined power plant, would shape her future in ways she could never imagine. One day, Aoife would be nothing more than a distant memory.
And Evalise would take her place.
CHAPTER TWO: Terror in the Household.
Not long after meeting Deno, Aoife—now known as Evalise—was adopted into the von Moltke family. With that came a new sibling: Eliza von Moltke-Chuprov. Unlike Evalise’s golden locks, Eliza’s hair was as dark as a starless night, her chocolate-brown eyes sharp and calculating, narrowing ever so slightly whenever they met another’s gaze. Despite their differences, the two became inseparable. Evalise was bound to Eliza by the hip, and Eliza mirrored the attachment.For a while, it seemed unbreakable.
But that illusion shattered on Halloween of that same year.
Eliza had long struggled with mental disorders that twisted her perception of reality, making the world around her something volatile, unpredictable. Most days, her medication kept her anchored. But on the nights when she didn’t take it, her mind wandered to darker places.
One such night, she decided to play a prank on Evalise.
Dressed in full blackout gear and a ballistic mask, Eliza abducted her. The funhouse horror of it all quickly became real as Evalise found herself dragged deep into the forest, her struggling body pinned down, her cries swallowed by the night. Then came the waterboarding—an endless cycle of drowning and revival, panic and fleeting breaths. And if that wasn’t enough, Eliza made sure to drive the fear even deeper, threatening Evalise’s family, letting the weight of her words settle like a stone in her victim’s chest.
It was a game to her. A twisted, cruel joke.
But the moment Deno found out what had happened to his younger sister, it was no longer a game.
Fueled by rage, he mobilized every resource at his disposal to hunt down the perpetrator. But Eliza was careful. Cunning. When questioned, she feigned ignorance, her mask of innocence flawless. It almost worked.
Almost.
Her mistake came in the form of trust. She confided in Hae-ryung Shin, a mutual acquaintance of the family, unaware that her words would not stay secret for long. Eventually, Hae-ryung broke the silence and told Deno the truth.
Then, the storm came.
On what seemed like an ordinary family outing, Eliza had no idea the noose was tightening. Evalise was quietly ushered away into the apartment, her body still trembling from the trauma she hadn’t yet processed. From behind the closed doors, she could hear it—the shouting, the accusations, the fury that had been building for days. She curled in on herself, fear gripping her like a vice.
By the time the yelling stopped, it was over.
Eliza was excommunicated from the von Moltkes, ordered never to speak to Evalise again. She had gone too far.
But orders meant little to Eliza.
Not long after, she returned—desperate, pleading, on her knees before Evalise, begging her to convince Deno to show mercy.
And despite everything, despite the lingering terror, Evalise was still just a child, burdened by naive emotions. She caved, her heart too soft to turn Eliza away.
But Deno was not so easily swayed.
Mercy was not in his nature.
And Eliza was not spared his wrath.
CHAPTER THREE: The Reckoning.
It was just after Evalise’s fourteenth birthday when everything changed in an instant. She had been watching a scuffle unfold in the plaza—a common sight in the unruly streets of Karakura. Fights broke out like clockwork, and by now, she had learned to observe from a safe distance. But that day, the usual chaos took a sharp turn when the Karakura Police Department arrived.Officers stormed in, tasers drawn, their shouts cutting through the commotion like a knife. The scene turned frantic as people scrambled to flee or defend themselves. In the frenzy, Evalise tried to slip away, but in the confusion, an officer misfired—striking her instead.
Electric agony surged through her small frame, dropping her to the pavement. She convulsed violently, her breath stolen by the raw current coursing through her. For a brief moment, everything blurred—the shouting, the panic, the flashing lights. Then, as reality came rushing back, so did the uproar.
Gasps of horror filled the air as onlookers realized a child had been hit. Cries of outrage rang out, fear rippling through the crowd. Accusations flew. People screamed for help, some terrified they might be next. Amid the pandemonium, Deno—who had been caught up in the chaos himself—finally noticed her. His sharp voice cut through the noise, laced with fury.
“They tased a kid! A fourteen-year-old child!”
That was all it took for the outrage to escalate.
Before Evalise could fully comprehend what was happening, she was scooped up by a man—a reporter named Aoi Shinomiya. His arms were firm yet careful, cradling her as though she were something fragile. He rushed her away from the scene, his presence a fleeting moment of safety in the storm.
Aoi Shinomiya would be dead within weeks, murdered by his own boss. But that’s a different story, isn’t it?
Evalise was whisked off to the hospital, where the taser prongs were removed with minimal ceremony. It was a quick release. No apologies. No consequences. Just another casualty of Karakura’s brutality.
Deno, however, wasn’t so quick to let it go. Seething with rage, he pulled every string he had, calling upon his growing web of connections. His demand was simple: the officer responsible should lose a limb.
Of course, that never happened. But maybe, in the world they lived in, it was the effort that mattered.
CHAPTER FOUR: Life’s Changing.
When Evalise turned sixteen, her world shattered.Eliza—once exiled from the Moltke family—returned to Karakura with vengeance burning in her veins, and her target was clear. Years of conflict followed, a relentless battle that waged both in flesh and in mind.
It began with a nightmare made real. Evalise was kidnapped once more, dragged into the depths of the Zen Garden, where she was subjected to the suffocating terror of waterboarding. Drenched, gasping, and teetering on the edge of consciousness, she swore she would not break. And she didn’t.
She struck back.
Not long after, in the heart of the Shopping District, Evalise’s fists found their mark, and Eliza crumpled beneath the weight of her fury. But retaliation only fueled the war between them. The violence escalated, spiraling into something more brutal, more personal.
Eliza was relentless.
One night, she broke into Evalise’s apartment, katana in hand. The blade sliced through the dark and into flesh—Evalise and a friend, Shenzo Kiraga, both left bleeding, both sent to the hospital. But even that wasn’t the worst of it.
That same year, Eliza took something that could never be given back.
Evalise’s right eye.
The wound carved deeper than flesh, embedding itself into her very existence. But she did not remain broken. In the aftermath, her adoptive father, Ezio Calderon-DeLuca, presented her with a prosthetic—a masterpiece of craftsmanship, an emerald eye, its intricate carvings a silent testament to resilience. Even now, at twenty-three, she wears it, not just as a replacement, but as a reminder. A symbol of all she has endured.
But Eliza was not the only force shaping her fate.
Deno, ever-rising, ever-reaching, sank deeper into Karakura’s underworld, and with his ascent came expectations—ones that Evalise, bound by loyalty and longing, could not escape. She followed him like a shadow, the ever-faithful right hand to a man who sought nothing but power.
They made promises to each other—vows spoken in the fragile hope of something unbreakable. But as they grew, those promises shattered, over and over, leaving only fractures in their wake.
Resentment festered between them, a wound left untended, stretching across the years.
And now, at twenty-three, Evalise still bears its weight.
CHAPTER FIVE: A Return.
Evalise had learned many lessons along the jagged road of her existence—lessons that stripped her of whatever naivety she once possessed. Where there had once been fire, now only embers remained, glowing faintly beneath the weight of experience.Most of the people she crossed paths with belonged to Karakura’s underworld. He was no exception. The Mechanic, they called him. But to Evalise, he was something more—something she had long searched for in the wreckage of her life. A father.
One of many.
She had spent years grasping at fleeting familial bonds, desperate to find something—someone—who would not slip through her fingers. Deno had taught her the painful truth that family, in his world, was just another game of strategy. He moved them like pieces on a board, and Evalise, willing and hopeful, had let herself become one of his pawns. But there was no warmth in his cerulean gaze, no solace in his ambition. So she searched elsewhere.
The Mechanic was different. He had many names, many lives, and just as many disappearances. But when he was there, he was there. And Evalise, despite knowing better, held onto him tightly.
One moment stood out among the rest. A message, sent through IKIGAI—cryptic words and a set of coordinates. Anyone else might have hesitated. Evalise did not. She knew it was him.
Heart pounding, she followed the coordinates deep into the forest, to the Spartan tents. And when she arrived, she was met with open arms.
For a fleeting second, something within her mended.
But the moment was not meant to last.
Once again, The Mechanic vanished—this time, without a trace. He never returned to Karakura.
Evalise was left standing in the ruins of yet another bond, another absence carved into her heart. But by now, she had learned to expect it.
People came and went.
And she was always the one left behind.
CHAPTER SIX: Love? What’s that?
At sixteen, Evalise drifted through life like a doll—hollow, directionless, existing rather than living. Then, she met Ji-hwan Aemi-Perez.He stood tall, with chestnut-brown hair and piercing blue eyes, a striking presence in the chaos that surrounded her. He became a light in her life, something warm, something real. But as fate had long since decided, Evalise was never meant to keep good things.
She clung to him quickly, desperately. Perhaps too quickly. Her family disapproved, their discontent echoing in arguments and warnings she refused to heed. Deno and Ji-hwan clashed constantly, their tempers colliding in both verbal and physical fights, neither willing to back down.
Evalise was far from whole. Shadows clung to her—PTSD, depression, wounds that never truly healed. She and Ji-hwan loved fiercely, but they fought just as hard. Their relationship spanned nearly four years, and in that time, Evalise learned what love could be. Or at least, what she thought it was. Ji-hwan tried to fix her, to hold her together when she was falling apart. But broken things have a way of cutting those who try to mend them.
Her life spiraled deeper into chaos. Hospitals became a second home, fresh wounds—both physical and emotional—etching themselves into her being. At her father’s directive, she was pulled into Man’en, an intel-based criminal organization. Another set of chains. Another role to play. Just another puppet on a string.
Her involvement in Man’en poisoned what she had with Ji-hwan. The arguments became more heated, the distance between them widening with every choice she made. He threatened to leave. She begged him to stay.
And then, just as she was about to turn twenty, he proposed.
For a moment, she thought she had won. That despite everything, love had triumphed.
But fate had never been kind to Evalise.
Without warning, Ji-hwan walked away. No explanation. No closure. Just silence.
She tried to reach out, to mend what had been broken.
But there was no response.
CHAPTER SEVEN: The End?
With the end of her relationship with Ji-hwan, Evalise knew it was time for a change. She packed her bags, whispered her goodbyes to the life she had known, and left for Germany—her homeland, a place that felt more like a distant memory than a home.There, she threw herself into her studies, pursuing a degree in Forensic Science with relentless determination. But academia wasn’t her only burden. The family estate, left to decay in her absence, had become a ghost of its former self. Pristine walls now bore the weight of neglect, the once-grand stables stood empty and crumbling, and silence haunted the halls where life had once thrived.
She refused to let it stay that way.
For three years, she restored what had been lost—brick by brick, room by room. Slowly, the estate was reborn, its former grandeur returning under her careful hands. It stood once more, polished and proud, a reflection of her own quiet resilience.
But peace was never meant to last.
One night, the past came knocking.
Her brother, long presumed dead, appeared on the estate’s doorstep, claiming his right to the family inheritance. Evalise, weary of a lifetime of battles, surrendered it without protest. No arguments, no drawn-out disputes—just a quiet relinquishment of what he so desperately desired.
But desire soon turned to greed.
Drunk on power, he sought to control the household, attempting to take the reins that had always been beyond his grasp. And he failed. Again and again, his arrogance led to ruin, his decisions unraveling everything she had painstakingly rebuilt.
Evalise watched the inevitable collapse from a distance, her exhaustion outweighing her sorrow.
And when there was nothing left for her there, she did the one thing she once swore she never would.
She returned to Karakura.
CHAPTER EIGHT: The Return to Karakura.
At the cusp of turning twenty-three, Evalise returned to Karakura to find a city both familiar and unfamiliar. The streets still whispered with danger, but the faces had changed, and the balance of power had shifted.Her brother had carved a name for himself—not just as a reporter, but as the mastermind behind Immertreu, a German mafia with deep roots and even deeper connections. Almost immediately upon her return, she was pulled into its grasp, rising through the ranks with calculated precision. Yet, despite their shared time and newfound alliance, the rift between them remained. They were siblings in title alone—estranged, distant, more rivals than kin.
But he wasn’t the only new player in town.
Ryu von Moltke-Shimura, leader of Sinnerous, a ruthless street gang, had emerged as a force to be reckoned with. His rise spurred inevitable conflict between the two organizations, the leaders constantly at each other’s throats, locked in a silent war of power and influence.
Amid this chaos, Evalise confronted a truth she had long avoided: Deno would never be the brother she once dreamed of. The longing for family, for something real, had faded into resignation.
Ryu, on the other hand, was different. He treated Evalise with an unusual kindness—aside from the time his men kidnapped her and held her hostage in her own apartment. That particular incident ended swiftly, with Immertreu storming in, Deno’s soldiers incapacitating her captors without hesitation. Only later did Ryu reveal the truth—Evalise had never been the target. It was Deno they had sought, not the innocent pawn caught in the crossfire.
But innocence was a long-forgotten concept in Evalise’s life.
She had become a puppet once more, her strings pulled by forces greater than herself. She acted when told, spoke only when necessary, and numbed herself to the shifting tides of morality.
Then came Ryu’s confession.
One night, in a rare moment of vulnerability, he revealed his secret—his role as the leader of Sinnerous. And with it, he demanded something from her.
“Swear to me,” he had said, his voice unwavering. “Swear on your life that you won’t tell a soul.”
Evalise never made promises. Promises were fragile, fleeting things, too easily shattered.
But this was different.
This, she would keep.
CHAPTER NINE: Her Blade.
One day, amidst the chaos of Immertreu, someone unexpected stepped into Evalise’s life—Tomoyuki Rei. Where she was hollow, he was full of life. Even with the scars that lined his face, he carried an undeniable vibrance, a warmth that seemed almost foreign to her world.It started innocently enough—just an offer to fetch water as they stood guard outside Deno’s office during one of his endless meetings. A simple act, yet it set something in motion. Their connection deepened with time, shifting from casual companionship to an unspoken bond, something fragile yet electric. Not quite love, not yet defined—just something.
For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Evalise found herself with someone she could be vulnerable around. Someone who didn’t demand, didn’t manipulate—just was. Every quiet moment, every fleeting touch, every glance that lingered a little too long—they were insignificant to anyone else, but to Evalise, they were everything. The walls she had so carefully built began to fracture, replaced by a quiet yearning to remain by his side.
But if you’ve followed Evalise’s story this far, you know how it goes.
Her luck has never lasted.
And when it runs out—because it always does—what then?
Will Tomoyuki be like the others, discarding her like something worn and broken?
Or will he stay, even as the storm looms ahead?
RELATIONSHIPS
FAMILY
Deno von Moltke-Lowe ; Adoptive Older Brother - ALIVE
Played by TheEz8Fury
"Time has not been kind to us. You, who once asked me to play a role in your game; I forever will. Now, I find it more like a luxurious birdcage, one that I cannot escape. Yet, my love for you knows no bounds. For your sake, I play this part. Promises were made to be broken, but mine, I forever will keep."
Ryu von Moltke-Shimura ; Adoptive Younger Brother - ALIVE
Played by StaticReality
"You, my darling Bärchen. I swore my secrecy to you; and never will I break that bond. The trust you have placed in me makes me happy. Something I haven't felt in a long time. I hope you survive, and thrive with all your might."
Ezio Calderon-DeLuca ; Adoptive Father - ALIVE
Played by Crovantist
"The gift you have placed upon me is a testament to our love, however dwindling it may be. I just want you to love me again, is that so wrong?"
'The Mechanic' ; Father-Figure - MIA
Played by DarkxWalker
"Where have you gone? I miss your warmth. I feel so cold now."
Oyanami Bird ; Brother-Figure - DECEASED
Played by emitygreenS
"The day I watched your life drain from your eyes will be forever imprinted upon my memory. I will never forget you. I'm sorry, it was an accident."
RElATIONSHIPS
Ji-hwan Aemi-Perez ; Ex-Fiance - MIA
Played by Zombielah
"I miss when you brought light into my life, I swear I've changed. Why won't you come back?"
Tomoyuki Rei ; ??? - ALIVE
Played by lirically
"My blade, Yuki. You are special, is this feeling love? Have I been so dull as to not realize?"
FRIENDS
Shenzo Kiraga ; Childhood Friend - ALIVE
Played by tractionz
"You, my friend, are stupid. I love you for it, though. Never change, not like I did. I wish you the best in your endeavors; even if I do find you annoying sometimes."
ENEMIES
Eliza Chuprov ; Former Adoptive Sister - MIA
Played by Vermlic
"Don't come back to Karakura, for all our sakes. I doubt you've changed much, but I don't wish to find out."
Deno von Moltke-Lowe ; Adoptive Older Brother - ALIVE
Played by TheEz8Fury
"Time has not been kind to us. You, who once asked me to play a role in your game; I forever will. Now, I find it more like a luxurious birdcage, one that I cannot escape. Yet, my love for you knows no bounds. For your sake, I play this part. Promises were made to be broken, but mine, I forever will keep."
Ryu von Moltke-Shimura ; Adoptive Younger Brother - ALIVE
Played by StaticReality
"You, my darling Bärchen. I swore my secrecy to you; and never will I break that bond. The trust you have placed in me makes me happy. Something I haven't felt in a long time. I hope you survive, and thrive with all your might."
Ezio Calderon-DeLuca ; Adoptive Father - ALIVE
Played by Crovantist
"The gift you have placed upon me is a testament to our love, however dwindling it may be. I just want you to love me again, is that so wrong?"
'The Mechanic' ; Father-Figure - MIA
Played by DarkxWalker
"Where have you gone? I miss your warmth. I feel so cold now."
Oyanami Bird ; Brother-Figure - DECEASED
Played by emitygreenS
"The day I watched your life drain from your eyes will be forever imprinted upon my memory. I will never forget you. I'm sorry, it was an accident."
RElATIONSHIPS
Ji-hwan Aemi-Perez ; Ex-Fiance - MIA
Played by Zombielah
"I miss when you brought light into my life, I swear I've changed. Why won't you come back?"
Tomoyuki Rei ; ??? - ALIVE
Played by lirically
"My blade, Yuki. You are special, is this feeling love? Have I been so dull as to not realize?"
FRIENDS
Shenzo Kiraga ; Childhood Friend - ALIVE
Played by tractionz
"You, my friend, are stupid. I love you for it, though. Never change, not like I did. I wish you the best in your endeavors; even if I do find you annoying sometimes."
ENEMIES
Eliza Chuprov ; Former Adoptive Sister - MIA
Played by Vermlic
"Don't come back to Karakura, for all our sakes. I doubt you've changed much, but I don't wish to find out."
Authors Note:
Thank you to all who take the time to read this yap.. If I missed your relationship or you want me to add something, feel free to DM me on Discord! @angvlsvnt
Thank you to all who take the time to read this yap.. If I missed your relationship or you want me to add something, feel free to DM me on Discord! @angvlsvnt
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