#desdemonajomei

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰

The Kingdom Below is—as its name suggests—an underground kingdom founded by a runaway tribe from a branch of the Eagle Clan: the Owls.

Marko Jomei (Mystic’s grandfather) suffered of a DNA mutation at the time of birth due to an experimental situation the royal family was subjected to. This was done to heighten and strengthen power and abilities of the weakest branch from the Eagle Clan. This condition was named “The Ruby Eye” in reference to the effect said artificially created magic had on the body of the borer: the right eye would turn red. This allowed the Jomei lineage to acquire abilities that leveled those of the First Blood, yet noticeably weaker. It’s easy to mistake the two, aura-wise. (For which Mystic is easily passable as a full-blooded First Blood.) Marko now deceased, the family lineage continues on with Mystic being the youngest generation.

The entrance into said kingdom is at the trunk of a certain tree in the middle of the many forests of the Demon Realm. Even if one were to find it, no one but those from a lineage from the Owl Tribe can open the doorway. Though certain members from the Eagle Clan with high enough power or influence may be capable of forcing it open.

Buildings are stacked up on top of each other and everything is connected via canals or bridges due to the lack of space underground. Every corner and street is lightened by fire or lanterns created by the villagers with the energy of magic granted by the royal family.

Despite the gloominess of the houses’ and establishments’ outer design, the inside of the homes could be described as cozy and decorated to that family’s/individual’s liking. Be it a new home or a place held together by a legacy.

The Jomei’s castle—otherwise known as “The Nest”—is the largest and most grandiose place of the entire kingdom; with grand but empty party halls, hallways covered in exquisite carvings from previous generations of servants, as well as beautiful dinning and throne rooms.

And we can’t forget Mystic’s sanctuary: the library. Covered from edge to edge with centuries worth of writing from both Human and Demon Realm creators, this part of the castle expands into a maze that any book-lover would enjoy being trapped in. There is a certain area in which a skylight illuminates the surroundings with a glass that simulates a twenty-four-hour day cycle (such as the one in the Human Realm.) Just imagine tiny Mystic laying on a piles of books looking up at the artificial sky, hoping to one day see the real deal with his own eyes.

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ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʏ ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss

A detailed explanation to why Mystic’s strength diminishes after losing a certain amount of blood. As well as going a bit deeper into how he and those around him deal with situations as such.

Despite coming from an ancient and rather powerful lineage of demons—on both his mother’s and father’s sides—it has been mentioned multiple times in the past that Mystic’s greatest weakness is blood loss. Not only is it a major flaw of his existence, it may also lead to his death if drawn out to the extreme.

Human genetics and its effects

Desdemona, Mystic’s mother (most commonly known by the name of DJ), was born from an affair between Marko (Mystic’s grandfather) and a woman from the Human Realm. Therefore, making her a hybrid between Ruby Eye and a mortal. The centuries worth of demon lineage overpowered the single generation of humanity, allowing her to maintain her immortality and abilities like any other previous members of the Jomei family. After being born, Mystic inherited a stronger system—due to the combination of Ruby Eye and First Blood genes—than that of his mother.

However, that doesn’t mean the human section of her and his being remained unaccounted for throughout their lives.

For DJ, her human blood-spawn disability manifested as her body composition being incapable of handling the full strength of both her and the power absorbed from her father for copious amounts of time without having her limbs snap in half or have blood spew through her eyes, nostrils, and mouth.

In Mystic’s case, however, his body can handle the strain magic has on it, because its composition is stronger from the dominance demon genes had on his blood. [As a side note/fact, if Mystic were to have an offspring, this child would no longer be considered part human (as long he doesn’t procreate with a mortal, of course.)] The micro section of his blood still considered as human makes the sanguine substance incredibly aromatic and “attractive”, to put it in simple terms.

Open wounds, if small (e.i. knife cuts, scrapes) will heal without issue on their own. With much larger wounds (e.i. deep stab wounds or gashes, torn skin) his body will attempt to go through the same process in order to heal, sending a rush of blood to sew the skin back up. However, depending on the length and width of said wound, his skin will suffer of a delayed reaction before an onslaught of blood comes spilling out. We call it a “hemorrhage”.

As you all may know, a Founder can survive even when having their heart’s pierced (as stated in Shin’s Dark Fate route). Mystic, though, could quite literally die from something like that.

Biting

In accordance to blood loss due to a bite, because it is such a brute and “continuous” wound (as to say, blood keeps coming out through said injury), it will weaken his system in the same form a wider wound would.

Mystic uses his blood to be an enticer or a way to draw out targets to him (let them taste or feign an injury and have them chase him until they’re far away from a crowd), even if it is considered to be incredibly risky (after all, his strength diminishes into that of an average human man). His magic doesn’t lose power in any circumstances, which is why he often fears not to leave behind some of his bodily strength. The only downside to this strategy is that in the state that his body remains, it cannot handle the full force of his magic.

Aid and antidotes

If tended to before too much blood oozes out—which would have to be a substantial amount of it before it truly makes irreparable damage—the wound can be closed via magic spells or directly applying herbals antidotes, those of which ingredients are only found in the Demon World.

As he often suffers of wounds from his line of work, Mystic has come to memorize quite a lot of healing spells and carries around with him herbs and other tools to help himself without having to rush back home, specially since he works far from any help. How nice to have family well-versed in witchcraft, huh?

Aftermath

Depending on the severity of said wound, it would take Mystic somewhere between a few weeks to be able to walk around as normal. In the days after loosing such large amounts of blood, he may suffer from migranes or agonizing muscle ache. Replenishing his body with blood would often be the quickest and most efficient way to heal him.

Bite wounds are the quickest largest wounds from which he heals. Say, about a few minutes (with a minimum of 30-minutes) give-or-take.

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Voice Headcanons

2021 Edition

[Mystic Tsukinami, Kazuha Tsukinami, DJ, Elle Laurent]

(Translations/transcripts and comments under the cut ↓)

ᴍʏsᴛɪᴄ (Cuts from Banana Fish. Character: Ash Lynx)

Oh my, oh my. Is somebody getting a little horny? (Cut 1)

Hi〜 (Cut 2)

Not in front of them. Take me somewhere we can be alone. (Cut 3)

ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴜʀᴄʜ (ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ʙʏ ᴀʟᴇxᴀɴᴅᴇʀ sᴛᴇᴡᴀʀᴛ)

ᴋᴀᴢᴜʜᴀ (Interview with Rebecca Ferguson. Movie: The Greatest Showman. Character: Jenny Lind.)

—Rich detail of authenticity, and—and colors, and the original prints, and it’s just… you’re in it. I’m in the world. I’m sitting in the train cart, I’m drinking from the specific glasses, I’m reading the magazines. It’s… it’s incredible.

ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ (ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛᴇsᴛ sʜᴏᴡᴍᴀɴ ᴄᴀsᴛ)

ᴅᴊ (Clip from Code: Realize. Character: Cardia Beckford)

Why does everyone want these jewels? I don’t know anything about my father, or even about myself. I have no memories prior to two years ago. Please tell me. Why did my father put this thing in me?

ɪ’ᴍ sᴛɪʟʟ sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ (ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ʙʏ ᴀɴɴᴀᴘᴀɴᴛsᴜ)

ᴇʟʟᴇ (Cuts from Future Diary. Character: Minene Uryuu)

Here, go somewhere else. (Cut 1)

No reason, really. There’s no need to follow someone who’s going to die. (Cut 2)

You go away too. Huh? You have a baby! Ha! (Cut 3)

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[Admin!Danny: So, yeah… there is a lot of everything amongst the characters (e.g. Kazuha wasn’t given a Japanese VA), and that is because I didn’t want to put anything down unless I was sure! So instead, I just left them without whatever it was. Either way, I hope y’all enjoy this reference to their voices.]

[Also, Mys’s clips: Always reminded me of him during one of his bounty hunts, hahaha! So I just thought: ✨ Perfect ✨]

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The Past

| ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ : ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ |

Elle laid across the couch, faced down, kicking her legs back at the rhythm of the quiet tune she hummed. She moved her hands in a circular motion, brewing a violet glow from her skin, let it sink into the stem and petals of a wilting lily standing alone on a thin glass base.

As the dark splotches on the pale petals faded away and the stem straightened right up, the witch casted a glance across the room at the petite, motionless figure standing by the window.

DJ held a white rag close to her chest, not noticing the water soaking into the bust of her dress. She gazed out the window, completely enthralled.

Curious, Elle rose from her place, which caused the young maid to shudder. She spun around, a bit startled, then looked down at herself, realizing the large stain of water on her dress.

“Ah—”

Elle approached the window and peered outside, “What are you staring at out there?”

The youngest prince sparred against various guards at once, swinging and slashing the blade of his sword around, like the utter show-off of a brat that he was.

Elle paused, thought about the circumstances, and her lips broke into a bemused smirk. “Oh,” she purred. “I see what is going on here.”

DJ looked away, unable to hide behind her calm facade with a bright red face.

“Oh, what a cliché plot for a romance with a tragic ending!” Elle dramatically pressed the back fo her hand against her forehead. “A mere servant, a nobody—in love with the pampered son of the hell-born king!”

DJ snapped her head up, frantically looking around in search of someone that could’ve overheard. “Madam Elle!”

The witch cackled, throwing her head back. “Dear me, no need to take it personally,” she said. “If there is something I am known for, is for obliterating the clichés and stereotypes these bastards have imposed on us since birth.”

DJ unconsciously eyed her from head to toe. Yes, that was obvious from the beginning…

“Have you heard of the amount of trouble Shin has been getting into lately?” Elle asked.

DJ nodded, “Naturally.”

“So, you must know the king will be holding a competition to seek for a knight to keep him in line.”

A bit puzzled, the young maid stared at her. “I have heard about it around the castle for a couple of weeks now.” She paused. “I don’t think follow. What makes you bring this up?”

Elle smirked. “Why not have a try at it?”

DJ’s eyes flew wide open, “I couldn’t!”

“And why not?”

“I—I am not worthy… or talented enough to even present myself in front of the royals!”

Elle let out a sudden cackle. “My dear, have you looked at yourself in the mirror? If you weren’t trapped in those awful rags and got fixed with some nice hair pins, you’d be much more astonishing than any other monarch in the all of the realms!”

By the end of her ramble, DJ’s face was beet red. She lifted a hand in an attempt to stop Elle from saying anything further. “Enough, madam!”

“Now,” Elle smiled, pleased with herself, and clasped her hands together. “I’d like to think you’re talented at the blade, yes?”

DJ gave herself a final check at the mirror on the hallways before turning to head for the grand hall.

The bell cuffs of the blouse Elle had leant her were similar to the ones her uniform’s undershirt had. Somehow, though, she felt much more elegant in the clothes of an aristocrat. It was an odd and inexplicably exciting feeling.

With one final glance at her reflection, DJ closed her eyes and inhaled sharply. She combed down the hair over her right eye, then turned on her heels and head off in the direction to the grand hall.

There was a crowd already gathered around the room, eagerly expecting to watch the competition starting in just a few minutes.

As DJ scanned the room, she spotted Elle standing at the front lines of the crowd, also searching through the sea of heads. Her eyes finally landed on DJ. Elle grinned, waving her over.

The young maid scurried through the crowd until she reached the witch’s side. To her surprise, Elle was dolled up in a beautiful flowered amethyst gown, complementing the shining violet of her eyes.

“Madam, you—”

“Look amazing?” Elle giggled, tossing a strand of silver hair behind her shoulder. “You don’t look so bad yourself, dear. You’re shorter than me, so I was worried my clothes wouldn’t fit you.” She rested her hands on her hips. “I can’t believe you didn’t have anything casual aside from a simple gown.” She clucked her tongue, shaking her head, “Not fitting to kick ass, at all.”

DJ gave her a grateful gaze. “I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to repay the kindness you’ve shown me, madam.”

Elle smiled, suddenly reaching out to brush back the lock of hair she’d used to hide her eye. “With such beautiful eyes, there’s no need to hide them.”

DJ immediately tried to brush her hair in front of her face once more, but Elle stopped her frantic hand with a gently hold.

“Let them see who you are. Let them remember exactly who they’ve been wrecked by.” The witch tucked the strands of obsidian locks behind the young maid’s hair. She softly touched her cheek, giving her a reassuring smile.

DJ straightened up, puffing out her chest.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” a voice at the front of the room spoke over the chattering of the crowd.

DJ and Elle turned to be met with the imposing figure of the First Blood ruler standing in front of his throne. Krone, queen of the Founders, stood to her husband’s left with her hands clasped in front of her lap. To the king’s right hand were his sons: Shin first, then Carla at the edge.

Seeing the youngest son standing up there with a grumbling expression and his arms crossed, DJ felt her heartbeat speed up. She slightly squirmed on her spot, feeling an anxious knot tighten on her stomach.

DJ suddenly felt like she couldn’t do it. Against all the line up of men, all taller, stronger and experienced than her… what chance did she have to win?

A hand laid on her shoulder and gave it a tight squeeze. DJ looked up to be met by Elle’s encouraging smile. The knot loosened slightly, but she still felt tense.

Giesbach continued, “Today I give those brave enough the chance to become the right hand of my youngest son, Shin, to lend him your strength and guide him through ill moments.”

Elle leaned down to whisper in DJ’s ear, “Which is just fancy speech for: ‘Someone to give my childish son advice and keep him out of trouble.’”

DJ kept her eyes on Shin, still unable to move a finger. She watched him grumble something under his breath. Probably something like, “Not like I need it, either way,” because he immediately received a scolding glare from his older brother.

And so, the competition began.

The challenge consisted of a single round of traditional sparring. The challenger would be able to pick a blade of their choosing, then the king would summon merciless creatures created from Krone’s and his own magic—powerful beings that would really drive the challenger to their very limit. Once all competitors passed, Shin would decide who to choose.

The first, the second, the third… one challenger after the other entered the battle area and returned once it came to an end. Some returned with torn shoulders, broken wrists, while the rest were lucky enough to return with simple gashes on their bodies.

At last, the final challenger stepped back into the line of competitors leaning against the wall, covered in wounds and dripping in sweat, with the cheers of the crowd behind him.

The room was silent as Giesbach glanced at Shin, who remained grumpy and seemingly uninterested. The king turned back to the crowd and raised his voice, “Have we any other challengers amongst us?”

Silence. The crowd glance around the room, waiting for someone else to volunteer.

Taking the silence, DJ took a step out of the crowd with a gentle shove from Elle’s part; myriad of gazes fell on her. The royals laid eyes on her and the youngest prince straightened up.

DJ clasped her hands in front of her, inching her head forward. “I will take on the challenge, your majesty.”

Giesbach glanced at Krone, then at the princes. He looked back at DJ, smirking with amusement. “How unexpected. I wouldn’t have imagined I’d see the head servant here tonight.”

DJ stayed silent.

Giesbach lifted his arm, gesturing her to move closer. “If you so wish to take part of this, I’ll humor you.”

With the king’s permission, DJ approached the rack of weapons. She searched around for a few seconds, before reaching out for the hilt of a knight’s sword.

With a loud clatter, the rack slid back and out of her reach, leaving behind a lonely massive axe that stood as tall as her legs.

DJ looked up, startled, only to be met by a mocking grin on Shin’s face. His hand was lifted, making it obvious who’s been the one to take away her choices.

“A true knight should be capable of fighting with whatever weapon they have at hand,” Shin said.

“How fair is that to her, though?!” Elle barked up at him. “Why is she the only one you’re putting through this trial?!”

Giesbach turned to look at her. “Well, witch,” he sighed, “since when did you become so friendly with the head servant of my humble home?”

Before Elle could respond, DJ lifted her hand. “That is enough, madam. No need to speak up on my behalf.” She turned back to face the royals and calmly bowed to the prince. “If it is the prince’s wish, then I shall not refuse.”

DJ grabbed the handle of the axe and picked it up with a troubled grunt, before bringing it up with ease to her shoulder.

Giesbach slammed his hand on the arm of his throne without any warning; Krone jolted with a gasp.

Shadowy figures rose from the ground, twisting and squirming like corpses breaking out of their tombstones, immediately pouncing on her.

DJ gritted her teeth, eyes flashing with a sudden spark of adrenaline. She swung the axe forth, slicing the heads off the first three assailants in a single hit. Their bodies crumpled to dust. She huffed, brushing off a splatter of black dust off her face.

Irked, Giesbach slammed his hand down for a second time, summoning a second round of the creatures. DJ didn’t wait for them to approach, but rushed forward on her own.

The massive axe seemed difficult to maneuver, but in her hands looked as light as a feather. It was a graceful performance, which would’ve been accompanied by gruesome flashes of blood if her assailants were flesh and bone creatures.

DJ leapt off the ground and into the shoulders of one of the figures. She hooked the handle of the axe around their throat and violently yanked back. The head disconnected from the rest of the body before disintegrating in her arms.

Soon enough, the young maid began being cheered on by the previously quiet crowd. Elle whistled, shouting encouraging chants.

By then, DJ had wiped off all but one of the shadowy rivals. She screeched to a halt and clenched the handle of the axe before speeding forward. She brought the weapon behind her, spinning it once like a stick on fire over her back, then brought it forward with a final swing to finish the match.

Shin gawked.

That move… that was his move.

DJ knew it by simple muscle memory.

She had watched him do it too many times to even try to count. Everything she knew about combat, every way someone could handle a weapon—she had learned it by gazing at him through the windows as she cleaned around the castle.

She had always been so enthralled in watching him train, that she learned to handle the blade without ever having picked up a sword.

DJ huffed, dropping the axe to her side. She slowly let go of the handle, hands trembling, and turned to face the royals.

Shin gaped at her with wide round, golden eyes. They glimmered as he stared at her, as if he’d just seen something new and astonishing—maybe even beautiful on its own way.

For the first time since she stepped into the arena, she felt anxious. Like an animal in a cage being observed by thousands of eyes.

DJ looked back at Elle, who simply smiled at her. She mouthed, “Damn bitch, you’re a monster.”

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OC Profile 「3」

ɴᴀᴍᴇ:

Desdemona Jomei (Tsukinami, by marriage)

Kanji:

デズデモナ ジョミ (月浪)

[Admin!Danny: I’m not sure about her English last name, but I did my best to find it ^^;]

ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs:

DJ (Everyone)

Dear (Shin)

Fool (Elle)

ᴀɢᴇ:

Eighteen (Physically)

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ:

October 31

sɪɢɴ:

Scorpio

ʀᴀᴄᴇ:

Ruby Eye-Human

ᴇᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ:

British

ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʏᴘᴇ:

A

ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ:

46kg

ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ:

5’3” // 160cm

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ:

Female

sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ:

Heterosexual

ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ:

Red (Previously: Red and blue)

ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ:

Black

ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ:

Jomei (Tsukinami, by marriage)

Marko Jomei (Father) [Deceased]

Unnamed Mother [Deceased]

Shin Tsukinami (Husband)

Mystic Tsukinami (Son)

Carla Tsukinami (Brother-in-law)

Elle Laurent (Sister-in-law)

Kazuha Tsukinami (Niece)

ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:

(N/A)

ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇs:

Singing, playing piano, & sparring (with Shin)

ғᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ғᴏᴏᴅ:

Honey sweets

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:

DJ is a short woman, petite and weak-looking. She has short-lengthened black hair, and pale skin. Currently, her eyes are a bright red ruby. When she was younger (before the Founders were incarcerated), her left eye was pale blue.

She often wears a black long-sleeved shirt and a turtleneck with black pants, and calf-height military-styled boots. She dislikes bright colors and prefers to stay in the beige/black palette.

[Picrew of DJ’s Sprite]

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:

DJ is a calm and reserved woman. She is often quiet around strangers and large crowds, but will speak if necessary. If things are under control, she will have no issues communicating with someone she doesn’t know, but would rather not have to interact if possible. She is respectful and loyal to friends and her lover alike.

ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs:

As someone from the lineage of The Ruby Eyes, DJ has the ability to shift into an owl. Her not being a First Blood, she cannot shape-shift into any other creature. She is immensely strong and agile, like many of her clan, and has an amazing sight and sensitivity to her surroundings, so it’s basically impossible to surprise-attack her.

Though—just like Mystic—due to her mother being a human, she has difficulty dealing with large wounds. After losing a certain amount of blood, her abilities’ strength decrease immensely and is unable to heal on her own, weakening her to a human’s level.