Crimson Bloom

IRIS VALE - The Watcher | The Ghost | The Silent Obsession

Age: 22 (turning 23 in late summer)

Birthday: August 1

Zodiac: Leo sun with a Libra rising—bold beneath the calm

Occupation: Freelance war-zone photojournalist, commercial photographer, visual poet of decay

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Appearance

Iris Vale is the kind of beauty you notice a second too late.

Not because she hides—because she waits.

A silhouette in long shadows. A whisper in the frame.

• Hair: Jet-black bob, chin-length and sharp like a scalpel. It falls cleanly around her angular face—sleek, quiet, lethal.

• Eyes: Near-black, like ink bleeding into water. They don't reflect—they consume. When she looks at you, you feel archived.

• Skin: Pale, nearly translucent—moonlight on forgotten film.

• Build: Slender, long-limbed, made of silence and edges.

• Beauty: Haunting, understated. She doesn't enter rooms—she lingers in exits. She's the image you remember when you close your eyes.

Style:

Draped in oversized coats, shadow-toned layers, turtlenecks and worn combat boots. Her camera is always with her—not a tool, but an extension of her hands. She dresses like a ghost avoiding notice, except around Aira—where her shadows soften, though her coat still swallows her whole.

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Personality

Iris is stillness in a world unraveling.

She speaks sparingly, like wind threading through hollow buildings.

She doesn't chase moments—she captures them. Hoards them. Archives them.

• Aura: Like the edge of a rooftop—calm, but always one breath from collapse.

• Vibe: You're never sure if she's documenting or dissecting you. Either way, you won't forget her.

Hobbies:

• Photographing things others can't bear to see

• Sleeping in abandoned buildings, on rooftops

• Collecting torn book pages Aira once touched

• Burning the ones that lie

• Urban exploration—cathedrals of rust and silence

Likes:

• The sound of a shutter in silence

• Dark chocolate, cold black coffee, dried cranberries

• Aira's quiet sighs when no one's listening

• The honest decay of forgotten places

Dislikes:

• Crowds

• Artificial sweetness—both in people and food

• Being touched without trust

• Fake smiles, pastel colors, authority

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How She Loves Aira

Silently. Obsessively. Eternally.

Iris has thousands of photos of Aira that no one will ever see.

Not posed—captured. A half-smile. A tear at dawn. A breath mid-thought.

She knows Aira's light better than the sun.

She's in love with every contradiction:

• The tremble in Aira's voice when she lies

• The way she folds her hands like she's still waiting

• The way she never asks to be loved—and yet, Iris already does

Completely. Quietly.

As if love is a lens—and Aira is the only subject worth capturing.

She watches Aira like a story she can't stop rereading.

And when Aira sleeps, Iris documents the way her lips part—

like a poem exhaling in the dark.

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How Aira Loves Iris

Aira calls her "the night I trust."

With Iris, her mind stills. Her laughter fades.

She lets Iris hold her—not for romance, but for safety.

Silence with a heartbeat.

• She touches Iris the way someone touches an old photograph—worn but beloved, every detail sacred.

• She speaks more through glances than words.

• With Iris, she feels seen—not edited, not exposed—just truthfully captured.

She knows Iris will never lie, never distort her softness.

She sees how Iris looks at her when she thinks she isn't watching:

like she's the truth in a world full of filters.

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Power

Shadow Bind & Light Refraction

(illusion, stealth, disorientation)

Secondary Ability:

Echo Tracing (Retrospective Vision)

• Can replay the past of any place or person through touch or intense focus

• Sees residual emotions—traumas, desires, hidden truths

• Future evolution: Memory loops, dream-weaving, photographic illusions

Status: Active, but increasingly draining.

She hides her addiction to seeing—especially Aira's past, which remains fragmented. The gaps in Aira's history only deepen Iris's obsession.

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Combat/Role

• Scout. Assassin. Illusionist.

• Documents what others overlook. Slips in and out like a ghost.

• Doesn't speak unless it matters. When she does, people listen.

Synergy:

• Aira: Touch amplifies her illusions—dream and nightmare imagery bloom

• Nova: Nova's light fragments Iris's form, creating mirrored copies

• Elara: Their combined aura seduces and traps through psychic mirages

• Weak Synergy:

• Selene: Tension. Mutual suspicion. Trust comes slow.

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Rivalries & Connections

• Clashes With:

• Elara – both are possessive, but Iris hides it behind silence

• Selene – both like to "handle" things first; rarely agree

• Secretly Protects:

• Nova – chaotic, but Iris sees the child beneath the fire

• Aira – always. There's always a camera within reach—just in case.

Unspoken Truth:

She has a hidden stash of undeveloped photos she took of Aira long before they ever spoke.

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Summary

Iris Vale isn't someone you meet.

She's someone you find in the corners of old photographs,

in the shadows where the light fell just right—and never again.

And Aira?

She's the only one Iris ever lets see her in color.