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CURRENT YEAR: 1856 A.E.

The world of Crimson Thrones is divided among four great empires:
✧ France, land of honor-bound court tradition and veiled dissent
✧ Germany, a rising military and industrial power of precision and shadow
✧ Russia, a bitterly cold monarchy haunted by ghosts of blood and faith
✧ Mexico, where empires rise from the ashes and gods walk in flesh

The balance of power is fragile. Political assassinations, arranged marriages, betrayals, and revolutions stir beneath the elegance of silk and steel.


Begin Your Descent into the Noble Courts . . .

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What is "Crimson Thrones"?

A reimagined noble fantasy universe where power is sacred, betrayal is ritual, and the divine wears a crown.

Crimson Thrones: A Bleach Noble Chronicle is a high fantasy alternate universe that reinterprets the characters of Bleach as royals, warlords, and nobles within the warring empires of 18th-century Europe and Mexico.

Crimson Thrones: A Bleach Noble Chronicle is a high fantasy alternate universe that reinterprets the characters of Bleach as royals, warlords, and nobles within the warring empires of 18th-century Europe and Mexico.

In this world, the Soul Reapers, Arrancar, and Quincy are not spiritual warriors—but aristocrats, emperors, and heirs locked in a volatile struggle for land, bloodline, and divine legitimacy.

Spanning across four empires—France, Germany, Russia, and Mexico—Crimson Thrones follows the rise and fall of great houses like Rochebrune (Ichigo), Eglantier (Byakuya), Espejoscuro (Aizen), and Kreuzmark (Ishida).

Each family holds ancient secrets, deadly alliances, and cursed oaths.

As tensions rise between reformists, monarchists, revolutionaries, and occult practitioners, every banquet, every duel, every marriage becomes a battlefield.

Power is inherited. But survival must be earned. This is not a war of swords. It is a war of succession.

"I dare say, if i am not to dance with you, then i'm getting out of this operetta and going home."























Starfall Map with Regions
Blank Starfall MapHollow Thrones of the South FlagThe Tidal Fang flagThe Golden Crown and Flower FlagThe Vale of Veils FlagHouse Rochebrune FlagCourt of Églantier FlagIron Order of Kreuzmark Flag

🟥 Red Region – Hollow Thrones of the South (Mexico)

  • Represents the Mexican Empire-inspired lands

  • Ruled by: Sōsuke Aizen, Halibel, Grimmjow, etc.

  • A volcanic, mythic, and god-blooded empire born through revolution


🟨 Pale Yellow Region – The Court of Églantier (Russia)

  • Represents icy aristocracy and old-world control

  • Ruled by: Byakuya Kuchiki, Hitsugaya, Hisagi, etc.

  • Cold climates, strict hierarchy, and deadly diplomacy

🟧 Orange/Gold Region – House Rochebrune (France)

  • Represents noble southern courts and spiritual provinces

  • Ruled by: Ichigo Kurosaki, Orihime Inoue, Renji Abarai

  • Home of honor-bound warriors, mystics, and martyrdom


🟦 Slate Blue Region – The Iron Order of Kreuzmark (Germany)

  • Represents the industrialized militaristic empire

  • Ruled by: Yhwach, Jugram Haschwalth, Ishida, etc.

  • Land of divine logic, steel churches, and tactical supremacy

>✎Empty land to the left is user's Open world, you can make whatever kingdom you like here for your character or oc, brazil, british, Norway, etc.

THE GREAT HOUSES OF CAELRITH

Hollow Thrones of the South

The Court of Eglantier


The Iron order Of Kreuzmark

House Rochebrune

"I dare say, if i am not to dance with you, then i'm getting out of this operetta and going home."













































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CROWN PRINCE ICHIGO KUROSAKI

The Lion of the West,

Red Flame of Rochebrune

“I never asked to carry a house. But if I must—then I’ll carry it like a blade, not a burden.”

Backstory

born in the white-stone heights of Saint-Valenne with a crown already waiting for him, Ichigo Kurosaki grew up in echoing halls that felt too big and in boots that always seemed to belong to the future rather than the boy wearing them. His mother, Queen Masaki, taught him early that a ruler’s first duty is mercy; his father, King Isshin, taught him that a king who never laughs or bleeds with his people is already half dead. Between tutors, etiquette masters, and sword instructors, Ichigo learned how to bow, how to argue law, and how to put an enemy in the dirt—yet it was slipping away to the stables and the training yards, learning the names and stories of guards and grooms, that shaped him most. When Masaki died suddenly, the palace stopped being a home and hardened into a duty; from that day on, the boy who had run through corridors turned into a prince who walked them like a watchman, making silent promises to walls that still smelled faintly of her perfume.

At fifteen he rode out with a patrol and saw his first burned farms, the first villagers who looked at him not as a symbol but as a last hope arriving too late. The sight of smoke, bodies, and half-melted toys in the mud carved into him a permanent understanding: that maps are drawn in lives, not lines. Wounds followed—his own and others’—and with them the bitter realization that the court valued his blood above a common soldier’s. Instead of comforting him, that difference enraged him. When he was formally invested as Crown Prince and given a full voice in council, he walked into the chamber expecting to sit quietly and learn; he stayed when he realized that the same machinery that crushed peasants under taxes could, if forced, be turned to shield them. The day he publicly opposed a powerful lord’s plan to squeeze a famine-stricken province, siding with hungry farmers over his own class, the murmurs in the hall made it clear he would never again be considered a harmless ornament.

Now, on the knife-edge between youth and kingship, Ichigo spends his days split between parchment and steel: councils, inspections, drills with the Crown Guard, clandestine walks through the city streets to see what reports never quite capture. At his shoulder stands Sir Malen of the Crimson Wing, the faceless knight who has become his shadow, his shield, and the one person to whom he can speak plainly without adjusting every word for a listening court. He is tired more often than not, restless, angry in ways that frighten more comfortable nobles, and yet stubbornly hopeful. For all the ghosts that follow him—of villages he could not save, soldiers he could not bring home, promises he has not yet kept—he refuses to surrender the idea that a crown can be something other than a weight that crushes. If he must wear it, then it will rest on a head that remembers the feel of rain in the barracks yard and the sound of a child laughing behind a defended wall.

Notes

  • despises empty ceremony and courtly flattery, but is brutally good at battlefield and crisis diplomacy
  • trains with the Crown Guard every morning; refuses to ask anything of soldiers he will not do himself
  • wears his scars openly; will not let physicians “tidy away” the cut along his jaw or the marks on his arms
  • keeps a folded list of the dead from his first command tucked into his journal and rereads it on battle anniversaries
  • secretly hoards letters, tokens, and little thank-you charms from villagers and soldiers under his protection
  • has recurring nightmares of fire, collapsed villages, and faceless crowds he cannot reach in time
  • double-checks that Sir Malen is outside his chamber before he can sleep; pretends it is just habit, not comfort
  • argues with priests during the day and still prays, quietly, at night when no one is looking

Relationships

Malenia / “Sir Malen of the Crimson Wing”★★★★★ sworn shield, hidden heartache; trusts them with his life, not yet with the truth of their own
King Isshin Kurosaki★★★★☆ infuriating mentor-father; loud love, rough wisdom, constant arguments about risk
Queen Masaki (memory)★★★★★ guiding ghost; anchor of his idea of mercy and what a crown should be
Karin Kurosaki★★★★☆ battlefield shadow; sharp-tongued ally who understands his anger better than most
Yuzu Kurosaki★★★★★ gentling light; reminds him why the kingdom must be worth saving, not just defending
Byakuya Kuchiki of Églantier★★★☆☆ chilly ally; respects his discipline, clashes over methods and bluntness
Rukia Kuchiki★★★★☆ political partner, quiet friend; shared sense of duty, wary of how much they might come to rely on each other
Tōshirō Hitsugaya★★★☆☆ treaty-bound comrade; mutual respect, frequent political and strategic friction
Yoruichi Shihōin
(Queen of the Sundered Regalia)
★★★★☆ dangerous kindred spirit; tempted by her freedom, wary of her chaos
Yhwach of Kreuzmark★☆☆☆☆ enemy sovereign; ideological opposite, looming threat in every council map

Character Table
Appearance
hairvivid copper-orange, thick and stubbornly spiky
eyesdeep brown with faint amber in strong light
height5'11" / 181 cm
age24
buildlean rider’s muscle, broad shoulders, narrow hips
scent clean soap and starch, leather, iron from the yard, cedar from his chests, and a restrained bergamot-wood cologne on formal days
Info
bornJuly 15, in the High Keep of Saint-Valenne, capital of Aurelia
sexmale
pronounshe / him
home Crown Wing of Saint-Valenne Keep (overlooking the training yards and eastern gardens)
titles His Royal Highness the Crown Prince; Prince of the Blood; the Lion of the West; “Strawberry Prince” (behind fans’ hands and in barracks jokes)
role crown prince and heir apparent, commander of the Royal Cavalry in title, patron of the Crown Guard
specieshuman
blood typeA
dominant handright (competent with left in swordplay)
languages Aurelian, High Valenne, conversational French & Italian, enough Latin to argue with priests
Favorites
colordeep storm-blue and worn crimson on old banners
foodsimple camp stews and fresh bread; secretly obsessed with sugared pastries
drink strong black tea with lemon; watered wine at council; something stronger on sleepless nights
weather cold, bright mornings over the practice field; rain on stone when the city is quiet
comforts the smell of horses and leather, the weight of his mother’s medallion, the clatter of the guardroom at ease
God / Faith
faith formally devoted to Aurelia’s saints and crowned patron, informally in a long argument with all of them
private prayers for his soldiers by name, for peasants he will never meet, for the strength not to become the kind of king he hates

loyal • blunt • battle-worn • crown-tired














































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HER GRACE ORIHIME INOUE

Duchess of Lavande,

Lady of the Shrine-Vineyards

“Even if the world forgets kindness, I won’t. I will remember enough for everyone.”

Backstory

Orihime Inoue was never meant to wear a coronet, only a simple healer’s veil in the shrines of her homeland. As a child of Lavande’s lesser branch, she grew up among vineyards and chapels, learning the names of herbs long before the names of distant dukes. Her brother, the original heir, was the one groomed for statecraft while she sat beside the old shrine-matrons, listening to prayers and pressing flowers between pages to remember every petitioner she could not help. War changed that order overnight. A border raid that should have been a footnote on some lord’s report left her brother dead, the main line broken, and Lavande staring down annexation from colder, hungrier powers. When the valley nobles gathered and could not agree which cousin to elevate, Orihime did the one thing no one expected: she stepped forward and offered herself, promising to keep Lavande’s shrines open and its vineyards productive if they would give her the legal power to protect her people.

The crown of Lavande was forged for someone more ruthless, but it settled on her hair all the same. Rather than abandon the sickbeds and triage tents where she felt most herself, she brought them with her into rulership. Her duchy became known for its field-hospices along the marches, its caravans of herbs and healers sent to burned villages that belonged, technically, to other lords who had done nothing to save them. This won her the love of peasants and soldiers and the suspicious attention of courts that preferred mercy to come stamped with their own seal. When Rochebrune rode against raiders and invaders, her banners were often seen behind theirs—soft purple and gold following crimson and black, mending what the front line’s swords could not prevent.

In council, Orihime’s gentle manners conceal a will as steady as old stone. She smiles, pours tea, and then refuses, in that same soft voice, to sign edicts that balance ledgers on the backs of the poor. More than once she has stood beside Crown Prince Ichigo in open disagreement with men twice their age and rank, her presence turning his defiance from an isolated blaze into something broader and harder to dismiss. Rumors insist she can sense lies, that the Maiden in Flame whispers truth to her in the quiet between heartbeats. She never confirms this, but courtiers who have tried to deceive her rarely try a second time.

For all her kindness, she is no saint carved in glass. She carries survivor’s guilt for every caravan that arrived too late, every soldier she could not pull back from the threshold, every child she had to send away with a safer escort while she stayed behind. At night, when the château is quiet, she still sits by the window with sketchbook and flower press, drawing the faces of the lost and writing their names beside petals taken from the fields where they fell. Lavande’s duchess is spoken of as gentle, radiant, resolute—but those who have seen her stand in altar-firelight, hands trembling from exhaustion and rage as she argues that mercy is not weakness, know there is steel wound through every soft thing she is.

Notes

  • keeps a secret book of hand-drawn pressed flowers from every battlefield, village, and shrine she has served in, each labeled with names and dates
  • believed by soldiers to “hear when the heart lies”; often knows when someone is hiding pain or fear but chooses kindness over confrontation
  • offers tea and a quiet place to sit before difficult conversations, even with enemies brought to her wounded quietly funds refugee routes and field-hospices along the borders, sometimes against the wishes of richer, colder allies has refused multiple marriage offers from powerful houses, including a carefully arranged match from Églantier, preferring alliances built on trust rather than ownership
  • prays for her enemies as well as her friends, then works relentlessly to make sure they never again have power over the people they harmed
  • when overwhelmed, slips into the kitchens or gardens to knead bread dough with the bakers or help pick herbs, grounding herself in simple, tangible work

Relationships

Ichigo Kurosaki★★★★★ rown prince and crimson standard; political ally, battlefield partner, and the quiet center of her most dangerous hopes; she heals his soldiers and worries for the man beneath the lion’s mantle
Rukia Kuchiki★★★★☆ fellow highborn woman navigating knives in silk; respects Rukia’s composure and relies on her for blunt truths wrapped in etiquette
Renji Abarai★★★★☆ protective blade and warm-hearted escort; trusts him with the safety of her caravans and laughs at his stories when nights run too long
Jūshirō Ukitake★★★★★ mentor in spirit-work and healer ethics; the first high lord to take her convictions seriously and treat her as an equal mind, not a kindly ornament
Tōshirō Hitsugaya★★★☆☆ cool ally; appreciates his discipline and honesty, scolds him gently for overwork, senses depths of exhaustion he rarely admits
Uryū Ishida★★★☆☆ distant yet important thread; values his precise mind and quiet compassion beneath Iron Order conditioning, worries what Kreuzmark will demand of him
Queen Yoruichi
(Queen of the Sundered Regalia)
★★★★☆ kindred soul in rebellion; intrigued by a monarch who built a realm for the cast-out, tempted by the freedom she offers but wary of the storms that follow her sails
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Appearance
hairuburn, long and softly curled, usually pinned back with silver and crystal pins
eyespale grey with warm gold near the pupils, brightening when she smiles
height5'6" / 167 cm
age22
buildbuild: soft, willowy curves with healer’s hands; stronger than she looks from travel and field work
scent lavender, rosewater, parchment, and faint sea rain carried on her cloaks
Info
bornspring, 564 AE
sexfemale
pronounsshe / her
home Château de Lavande, southern river valleys allied to Rochebrune
titles Her Grace Orihime Inoue, Duchess of Lavande, Lady of the Shrine-Vineyards
role ruling duchess of Lavande; shrine-patron and battlefield healer of the southern marches
specieshuman
blood typeB
dominant handright-handed
languages Aurelian (native), High Valenne (prayers and law), southern river dialects; basic court French and Italian for diplomacy
Favorites
colorlilac shot through with sunrise gold
foodhoneyed bread, soft cheeses, and ripe summer fruit shared in busy kitchens drink: chamomile and orange-blossom tea, steeped until the steam fogs her glasses god: The Maiden in Flame and Bloom – a gentle hearth and field spirit venerated by southern healers and vintners
drink chamomile and orange-blossom tea, taken hot and sweet weather: soft spring rain over the vineyards; cool autumn evenings with clear stars
weather soft spring rain over the vineyards; cool autumn evenings with clear stars comforts: warm crowded kitchens, shared bread, quiet hymn-singing, brushing and braiding another’s hair, the weight of a friend’s hand around hers
comforts warm crowded kitchens, shared bread, quiet hymn-singing, brushing and braiding another’s hair, the weight of a friend’s hand around hers
God / Faith
faith devout follower of the Maiden in Flame and Bloom, with deep respect for household spirits and the honored dead
private prayers whispered for the wounded she could not save, for Lavande’s fields to stay unburned, and for Ichigo and her soldiers to return home alive and unchanged by war

gentle • radiant • resolute

Crest of House Lavande

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SIR RENJI ABARAI

the flamewarden

part of the southern flame

“I’m not here for titles. I’m here to keep him alive. That’s all I need.”

Appearance
hair: crimson
eyes: golden-brown
height: 6'2" / 188 cm
age: 26
scent: leather / smoldered cedar / ash and rain
info
born: summer, 560 AE
sex: male
home: Rochebrune — outer barracks
species: human
favorites
color: burnt red
food: wild game stew
drink: spiced rum
god: The Ember Saint

Relationships

Ichigo Kurosaki★★★★★sworn brother, never bowed
Rukia Kuchiki★★★★☆unspoken bond, winter’s foil
Orihime Inoue★★★☆☆respected duchess, gentle presence
Ikkaku Madarame★★★★★drinking partner, sparring rival
Yumichika Ayasegawa★★★☆☆court beauty, annoyingly observant
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Backstory

Renji Abarai was born a street orphan beneath the great southern walls of Rochebrune—his first memory was of smoke rising from the battlefield beyond. As a child, he joined the city’s outer guard to survive. By thirteen, he was wielding blades too heavy for most men.

He first met Ichigo Kurosaki during a training trial and was bested—but not forgotten. The heir brought him into the manor guard, and over time, Renji rose to become his sword-brother and Flamewarden—the one who holds the front when Ichigo cannot.

Feared by nobles, loved by soldiers, and trusted by no one but the Marquis himself.

Notes:

tattoos are ceremonial, each marking a battlefield survivedhas never slept during a siege; known to stand guard until collapseprefers wolves to horsesrefers to Ichigo as “the idiot lord” in private—but would die for him


fierce • loyal • unbreakable

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LADY RUKIA KUCHIKI

the silent rose

part of the frost court

“I do not raise my voice to be heard. I simply wait until silence returns.”

Appearance
hair: black
eyes: violet
height: 5'0" / 152 cm
age: 23
scent: snowdrop / ink / chilled wine
info
born: winter, 563 AE
sex: female
home: Églantier (Albavere Citadel)
species: human
favorites
color: frost blue
food: steamed rice with white radish
drink: cold plum wine
god: The Pale Witness

Relationships

TitleAuthorYearISBN
Ichigo Kurosaki★★★★☆political husband, iron heartbeat 
Byakuya Kuchiki★★★★★brother, law incarnate 
Orihime Inoue★★★★☆friendship through warmth and tea 
Renji Abarai★★★★☆old flame, still burning 
Tōshirō Hitsugaya★★★☆☆polar bond, formal trust 
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Backstory

Born to a minor cousin branch of the Kuchiki dynasty, Rukia was raised within the silent walls of the Court of Églantier, trained to observe, calculate, and endure. Her childhood was defined by frigid winters, rigid ceremony, and quiet rivalry with higher-blooded heirs.

She was later adopted formally into the main Kuchiki line by her older brother, Byakuya, after proving herself in the Court’s trial of the Thorns—where she delivered a death sentence without flinching.

To secure a southern alliance, she was wed to Ichigo Kurosaki, the Crimson Marquis. Though their marriage is bound by strategy, her loyalty to his house has since become genuine, if guarded.

Notes:

writes poetry she never sharesnever sleeps during the full moondoes not believe in second chances—but gives them anywayfluent in four court dialects, but prefers silence


poised • disciplined • merciless

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LORD SHUNSUI KYŌRAKU

the wandering lord

affiliated with house rochebrune

“If the sword must sing, let it at least sing of wine and warm evenings.”

Appearance
hair: brown
eyes: brown
height: 6'3" / 190 cm
age: 41
scent: sake / tobacco leaf / faded jasmine
info
born: autumn, 545 AE
sex: male
home: Rosenheim (Independent Western Court)
species: human
favorites
color: dusty rose
food: grilled river fish
drink: unfiltered rice wine
god: The Laughing Saint

Relationships

TitleAuthorYearISBN
Ichigo Kurosaki★★★★☆brash heir, secret favorite 
Nanao Ise★★★★★silent storm, trusted mind 
Jūshirō Ukitake★★★★★brother in everything but blood 
Rukia Kuchiki★★★☆☆respects her frost, warms her subtly 
Renji Abarai★★★☆☆amused by his seriousness 
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Backstory

Hailing from the lesser-known western duchy of Rosenheim, Shunsui Kyōraku was once a decorated war tactician during the War of the Cracked Crown. After turning down the position of Grand General, he chose instead a life of wandering diplomacy.

He was welcomed into House Rochebrune as a peace envoy and political advisor following the Siege of Silver Hollow. Though technically an outsider, his insight and layered knowledge of warfare and poetry alike earned him the quiet title of “The Wandering Lord.”

He is both a source of mirth and mystery, often found drunk beneath the pergola or delivering battle plans wrapped in jokes.

Notes:

owns more robes than bladesappears to sleep through council—but remembers every wordonce flirted with a duchess, a general, and a ghost in the same weekalways defers to Ichigo… unless wine is involved


charming • evasive • deeply wise

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LADY NANAO ISE

the court tactician

scholar of house rochebrune

“Knowledge, like a blade, is only dangerous when sharpened with intent.”

Appearance
hair: black
eyes: grey
height: 5'5" / 165 cm
age: 27
scent: parchment / violet oil / black tea
info
born: spring, 559 AE
sex: male
home: Rochebrune Library Keep
species: human
favorites
color: indigo
food: steamed sweet potatoes
drink: earl grey with lemon
god: The Silent Flame

Relationships

TitleAuthorYearISBN
Shunsui Kyōraku★★★★★guardian and anomaly, her one indulgence 
Ichigo Kurosaki★★★★☆chaotic noble, highly tolerable 
Orihime Inoue★★★☆☆warm distraction, gently welcome 
Rukia Kuchiki★★★★☆formal counterpart, steel-laced respect 
Renji Abarai★★★☆☆unreadable temper, manageable tool 
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Backstory

Born the only daughter to a minor noble house bound to the House of Rochebrune, Nanao Ise was raised not in gardens or salons—but in libraries. Her mother, a stern philosopher and master of records for the court, was both feared and revered across the southern territories. Nanao inherited her intellect, precision, and emotional reserve—but little of her warmth.

Her father was executed in secret during a border dispute with the Iron Order of Kreuzmark, accused of leaking cryptic defense plans to Prussian spies. Nanao, barely a teenager, discovered the truth herself—hidden in coded letters locked in a ledger. She told no one.

Following her mother’s death during the winter plague of 1834, Nanao entered the Court of Rochebrune as a royal aide, where she quickly rose to prominence for her ability to uncover conspiracies buried in footnotes. Known as the “Quiet Thorn,” she never spoke unless spoken to—but when she did, generals listened.

She became the personal tactician to Lord Shunsui Kyōraku, acting as both his scholar and conscience, often reigning in his more indulgent tendencies. Their bond was unconventional—equal parts formal and frustratingly intimate. Rumors lingered in court halls, but neither confirmed nor denied them.

Despite her measured presence, Nanao is one of the most feared minds in court. Her archives contain blood pacts, records of vanished heirs, and treatises on forbidden magic. She alone guards the last surviving copy of the Book of the Nine Moons—a text said to have driven past rulers to madness.

Notes:

never raises her voice in courtis said to have memorized over 2,000 years of royal lawalways carries two identical quills—one for truth, one for manipulationspeaks in low tones even when giving orders


disciplined • intelligent • reserved

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LADY MOMO HINAMORI

the royal herbalist

hand of the quiet flame

“Even those who bloom gently may still hold poison on their petals.”

Appearance
hair: dark brown
eyes: brown
height: 5'3" / 160 cm
age: 21
scent: clove / dried lavender / ink-stained parchment
info
born: autumn, 564 AE
sex: female
home: Rochebrune Inner Garden Keep
species: human
favorites
color: plum
food: sweet dumplings with rose syrup
drink: rice milk with cinnamon
god: The Gardener Beneath

Relationships

TitleAuthorYearISBN
Orihime Inoue★★★★★mentor, light in shadow 
Captain Shunsui Kyōraku★★★☆☆makes her uneasy, but offers good tea 
Tōshirō Hitsugaya★★★★☆unfinished friendship, frozen and thawing 
Izuru Kira★★★★☆melancholy kindred, trusted in silence 
Rukia Kuchiki★★★☆☆formal respect, gentle wariness 
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Backstory

Born to a quiet apothecary family in the outer vineyards of Rochebrune, Momo Hinamori showed unusual aptitude for botany and spiritual remedies at a young age. She was brought into the capital’s temple gardens at eleven, and by seventeen, she was selected to train as the Royal Herbalist—a prestigious but politically fraught position.

Though never trained for court life, Momo's intuition and calming presence made her a trusted confidante of the nobility, particularly Lady Orihime Inoue, who mentored her in healing rites and spiritual attunement.

Now, Momo serves as both a Lady-in-Waiting and quiet negotiator, often delivering coded messages and poisons masked in tea leaves—though few suspect her capacity for subterfuge.

Notes:

maintains a secret garden hidden beneath the courthas memorized the uses and counter-poisons of over 400 florafiercely loyal to those she trusts—but never blindlycarries a small dagger beneath her robes, blessed by an old flame


devoted • perceptive • quietly brave

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LORD JŪSHIRŌ UKITAKE

the white chancellor

voice of the old flame

“Even a gentle wind can shape mountains. The question is how patient you’re willing to be.”

Appearance
hair: white
eyes: green
height: 6'0" / 183 cm
age: 38
scent: mountain pine / linen / sacred incense
info
born: spring, 546 AE
sex: male
home: Southern Ivory Cliffs, now based in Rochebrune
species: human
favorites
color: soft ivory
food: miso broth with rice and herbs
drink: cool spring water with citrus peel
god: The Spirit of Gentle Fire

Relationships

TitleAuthorYearISBN
Shunsui Kyōraku★★★★★brother by spirit, anchor through war 
Ichigo Kurosaki★★★★☆respects his fire, protects his future 
Orihime Inoue★★★★★chosen student, cherished light 
Rukia Kuchiki★★★★☆sees her strength beneath the stillness 
Captain Unohana (deceased)★★★★☆his oldest rival, and deepest sorrow 
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Backstory

Once heir to a coastal healing monastery, Jūshirō Ukitake was known throughout the southern provinces as a miracle-born child—fragile in body, yet extraordinarily attuned to spiritual forces. Despite frequent illness, he rose to prominence as a scholar of sacred texts and protector of the Flamebearer Archives.

When war devastated his homeland, Jūshirō was invited to serve House Rochebrune as the High Chancellor of the Healer’s Guild, charged with overseeing medical rites, battlefield triage systems, and sacred flame preservation.

Though many mistake his kindness for weakness, his resolve is unshakable—he has stood before dying kings, grieving soldiers, and vengeful ghosts, and never wavered.

Notes:

often seen sketching cloud patterns during council sessionscan speak in formal court tongue or forgotten sea dialectsknown to faint during fever seasons, yet always returns before dawnis rumored to carry a relic of the first flame within a hidden sash


gracious • wise • resolute

HOUSE ROCHEBRUNE

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DUKE BYAKUYA KUCHIKI

the frost-duke

head of the court of Églantier

“I do not seek to be understood. I seek to be obeyed.”

Appearance
hair: black
eyes: grey
height: 5'11" / 180 cm
age: 30
scent: winter silk / white plum / candle ash
info
born: mid-winter, 554 AE
sex: male
home: Albavere Citadel
species: human
favorites
color: snow pearl
food: lotus root with salted eel
drink: crystal-filtered saké
god: The Pale Witness

Relationships

TitleAuthorYearISBN
Rukia Kuchiki★★★★★adopted sister, legacy’s shadow 
Ichigo Kurosaki★★★☆☆reluctant in-law, acknowledged flame 
Renji Abarai★★★★☆former subordinate, rising honor 
Tōshirō Hitsugaya★★★★☆respected heir, mirror of restraint 
Soi Fon★★★★☆tactical confidante, court executor 
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Backstory

The 27th Duke of Églantier, Byakuya Kuchiki is descended from a line of cold-blooded kings and judicial saints, whose devotion to legacy outweighs affection, tolerance, or mercy.

Raised in the throne-ice of Albavere, he inherited his title upon the mysterious death of his father. Since then, he has ruled with unshakable precision, treating every alliance, punishment, and even marriage as a calculated move in a grander ledger.

He personally executed three cousins to solidify his control of the Kuchiki line and authorized the political marriage of Lady Rukia, his adopted sister, to House Rochebrune as a tactical unification.

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never removes his gloves in publicnever seen running, bleeding, or smilingmaintains a scroll of names titled “Those Who Will Be Remembered”once fasted for 40 days to fulfill an ancestral rite of silence


stoic • absolute • unforgiving

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PRINCE TŌSHIRŌ HITSUGAYA

the moonblade heir

winter’s youngest sovereign

“I will not be remembered for my age. Only for what I endured.”

Appearance
hair: silver-white
eyes: teal
height: 5'0" / 152 cm
age: 20
scent: mint frost / blue spruce / morning steel
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born: late winter, 565 AE
sex: male
home: Nordkrone Icehold (Églantier satellite province)
species: human
favorites
color: glacier blue
food: chilled soba with snow onions
drink: mineral water with frozen citrus
god: The Silent Swordbearer

Relationships

TitleAuthorYearISBN
Rukia Kuchiki★★★★☆respects her formality, trusts her judgment 
Byakuya Kuchiki★★★★☆guiding figure, burdened mentor 
Ichigo Kurosaki★★★☆☆difficult ally, fire to his frost 
Momo Hinamori★★★★☆past softness, protected from distance 
Soi Fon★★★★☆loyal associate, calculated friendship 
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Tōshirō Hitsugaya was born under a cursed moon in the far northern iceholds of the Églantier court, believed to be a spiritual anomaly blessed by the Moonblade Warden, a silent deity of frost and judgment. Despite his youth, he showed unnatural control over water rites and strategic command, earning him the reluctant title of Crown Prince of Nordkrone.

Educated in Églantier and hardened by conflict, Tōshirō was thrust into military leadership before the age of sixteen. His presence on the battlefield is revered—not only for his tactics, but for the stillness he brings to chaos.

Though colder than most nobles and younger than nearly all, his word carries imperial weight.

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does not tolerate informal addresskeeps a white dragon statuette by his bedside, rumored to moveconsiders emotions “a luxury of safety”once froze an entire dueling ring mid-conflict, then walked away


sharp • disciplined • dignified

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LORD IZURU KIRA

the mourning falcon

executioner of eglantier

“Mercy has never been part of the law. Only delay.”

Appearance
hair: pale blond
eyes: blue
height: 5'10" / 178 cm
age: 28
scent: dried parchment / iron / candle smoke
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born: autumn, 556 AE
sex: male
home: Albavere Citadel (Execution Wing)
species: human
favorites
color: charcoal
food: poached fish with plum salt
drink: black tea left to cool
god: The Pale Witness

Relationships

TitleAuthorYearISBN
Byakuya Kuchiki★★★★☆master and judgment, cold alignment 
Momo Hinamori★★★★☆shared grief, delicate friendship 
Rukia Kuchiki★★★☆☆mutual respect, unspoken burden 
Tōshirō Hitsugaya★★★☆☆admiration veiled by silence 
Shūhei Hisagi★★★★★mirror in mourning, bound by past 
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A noble born to the lesser wing of the Kira estate, Izuru was raised within the cloisters of Églantier's judicial order. From a young age, he showed a unique detachment when reading death sentences—leading to his early appointment as Court Executioner.

His sword has ended traitors, noble dissenters, and even one cousin by direct order of Duke Kuchiki. Izuru never asks why, only requests that names be written clearly and in final ink.

Known as the Mourning Falcon, he is both feared and pitied, bearing his duties with quiet reverence and an almost holy sadness. His presence at any noble event signals impending punishment.

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always wears gloves, even when alonetranscribes death records in calligraphy as penancespeaks softly, as though afraid to interrupt ghostskeeps a feather tied to his sword hilt, origin unknown


melancholic • precise • dutiful

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LADY RANGIKU MATSUMOTO

the bloodmistress

court enchanter of eglantier

“Let them underestimate you. It's easier to surprise them that way.”

Appearance
hair: strawberry blonde
eyes: icy blue
height: 5'7" / 170 cm
age: 29
scent: crushed berries / amber silk / lilac smoke
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born: midsummer, 555 AE
sex: male
home: House Karskaya, Églantier
species: human
favorites
color: rose gold
food: roasted chestnuts with wine glaze
drink: honeyed brandy
god: The Scarlet Muse

Relationships

TitleAuthorYearISBN
Shūhei Hisagi★★★★☆a drink too familiar, a night too quiet 
Gin Ichimaru★★★★☆lost ghost, unfinished chapter 
Tōshirō Hitsugaya★★★★☆little lord, heavy crown 
Rukia Kuchiki★★★☆☆formal respect, delicate tension 
Kensei Muguruma★★★☆☆gruff amusement, old scandal 
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Rangiku Matsumoto began her ascent not through birthright, but by becoming unignorable. Raised in the icy merchant duchy of Karskaya, she transformed her station by charming diplomats, blackmailing warlords, and gaining the favor of the Court of Églantier through wit and discretion.

As the official Bloodmistress, Rangiku oversees noble feasts, state funerals, and poison testing for the royal kitchens—though many whisper her real purpose is much darker. Her beauty, while disarming, is a weapon sharpened by survival and sorrow.

Despite her languid manner and love of wine, she never forgets a slight, and is rumored to keep a list written in her own lipstick on silk parchment.

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sleeps with a dagger hidden in her perfume draweroften arrives late to court… yet always hears what no one saidhas faked illness, grief, and affection to save or destroy noblestrained in Églantier’s secret arts of emotional warfare


seductive • clever • dangerous

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LORD SHŪHEI HISAGI

the dusk sentinel

sentinel of the court of Églantier

“Scars are just stories you survived. So stop trying to hide them.”

Appearance
hair: raven-black
eyes: steel grey
height: 5'11" / 180 cm
age: 28
scent: ash / worn leather / frost-iron
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born: duskfall, 556 AE
sex: male
home: Frostwatch Bastion, Eglantier
species: human
favorites
color: storm blue
food: smoked venison and salted barley
drink: black wine
god: The Echo Knight

Relationships

TitleAuthorYearISBN
Izuru Kira★★★★★bonded by grief, unspoken kin 
Rangiku Matsumoto★★★★☆wine-stained silence, tangled warmth 
Kensei Muguruma★★★★☆former mentor, old scars 
Rukia Kuchiki★★★☆☆respected title, careful distance 
Ichigo Kurosaki★★★★☆seen what he hides, respects the weight 
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Once a ward of the outer warholds, Shūhei Hisagi was raised by soldiers, not nobility. He joined Églantier’s border guard during the Second Pale Rebellion, where he was wounded defending a cathedral from insurgents and branded with the Mark of the Hollow Gate—a cursed scar etched across his chest.

Though never officially nobility, his years of proven loyalty and brutal efficiency earned him a title forged in reputation: Dusk Sentinel, commander of the night patrols and border executions.

More comfortable in shadows than salons, Shūhei is the kind of man who listens more than speaks—and strikes before you’ve drawn breath.

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sharpens his own blades, refuses ceremonial onescarries prayer beads from fallen comradesspeaks only when it matters—when he does, it always doesknown to appear when a duel is about to turn fatal


steadfast • haunted • loyal

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MARSHAL KENSEI MUGURUMA

the pale guard’s iron fang

marshal of eglantier’s border watch

“If you can’t follow orders, you shouldn’t be on the battlefield. If you can’t give them, you shouldn’t survive it.”

Appearance
hair: silver grey
eyes: slate grey
height: 6'1" / 185 cm
age: 35
scent: steel / frostbitten leather / old smoke
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born: winter, 550 AE
sex: male
home: Citadel of Wolfglass, Églantier
species: human
favorites
color: gunmetal grey
food: rye bread with salted boar
drink: dry black ale
god: The Iron Flame

Relationships

TitleAuthorYearISBN
Shūhei Hisagi★★★★☆former student, respectable soldier 
Rangiku Matsumoto★★★☆☆dangerously clever, best kept at arm’s length 
Izuru Kira★★★☆☆views him like a blade—sharp, but not tested 
Tōshirō Hitsugaya★★★★☆respects his authority despite his age 
Soi Fon★★★★☆equal parts irritation and admiration 
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Kensei Muguruma rose from a military orphanage in the freezing hinterlands, handpicked at fifteen for the Pale Guard—Eglantier’s most ruthless border force. He clawed his way up the ranks with a reputation for brutal drills, flawless formations, and surviving five winter rebellions without reinforcement.

Now known as The Iron Fang of Wolfglass, he commands the outer provinces from frost-scarred barracks, wielding loyalty like a war banner. His soldiers fear him, his enemies respect him, and the nobles in court whisper of his rumored disdain for politics.

He has personally trained dozens of elite knights—though only a few lived to earn his approval.

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has a dueling scar across his ribs, never healedonce stood silent for 30 hours to shame a lazy regimentdespises bureaucracy but knows how to exploit itoccasionally found alone at shrines, burning cedar in silence


disciplined • blunt • relentless

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WARDEN SOI FON

the shadow of the court

spymaster of eglantier

“Loyalty is proven in silence. Betrayal never needs to speak.”

Appearance
hair: raven black
eyes: dark black
height: 4'11" / 149 cm
age: 26
scent: night jasmine / stone ink / frost-dusted steel
info
born: new moon, 558 AE
sex: female
home: House Fon, Mooncliff Fortress
species: human
favorites
color: obsidian
food: grilled eel with soy ash
drink: iced herbal tonic
god: The Silent Blade

Relationships

TitleAuthorYearISBN
Byakuya Kuchiki★★★★☆master of order, silent respect 
Tōshirō Hitsugaya★★★★☆winterbound peer, disciplined equal 
Yoruichi (disavowed)★☆☆☆☆former teacher, forbidden name 
Kensei Muguruma★★★★☆blunt steel, grudging admiration 
Rukia Kuchiki★★★☆☆shared court weight, speaks through presence 
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Soi Fon was born into the warrior-spy clan of House Fon, descendants of the empire’s earliest royal guard assassins. Raised in a world where hesitation was death, she underwent the Three Trials of Silence by the age of ten and became Shadow Warden of Églantier by twenty.

She oversees an extensive network of informants, scouts, and silent executioners, enforcing the will of Duke Kuchiki and ensuring secrets stay buried deeper than the frost.

Soi Fon commands respect with few words and no hesitation. She does not tolerate dishonor—and never offers mercy to those who question the court’s decree.

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disappears for weeks with no explanation, always returns without woundsknown to stand at the edge of conversations and vanish mid-sentencehas memorized over 40 ways to kill using only silk threadrumored to have once spared a target—just once


strict • lethal • unswerving

THE COURT OF ÉGLANTIER

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CROWNED SERAPH SŌSUKE AIZEN

the velvet sovereign

emperor of the hollow thrones

You don't get it, trust is the same as reliance, it's a fault of cowards.”

Appearance
hair: chestnut brown
eyes: hazel
height: 6'1" / 185 cm
age: 34
scent: orchid smoke / scorched parchment / divine resin
info
born: unknown, presumed autumn era
sex: male
home: Thronehold of Las Noches, Hollow South
species: ??? (Ascended Human)
favorites
color: alabaster
food: wine-soaked figs
drink: obsidian nectar
god: claims none — names himself "the unchained flame"

Relationships

TitleAuthorYearISBN
Gin Ichimaru★★★★☆blade in shadow, loyal whisper 
Tier Halibel★★★★☆war general, respected will 
Ulquiorra Cifer★★★☆☆weaponized silence, perfected sorrow 
Ichigo Kurosaki★★☆☆☆subject of interest, evolving contradiction 
Yhwach★☆☆☆☆false god, inevitable rival 
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Backstory

Once a noble scholar of House Lysithea and spiritual advisor to the royal libraries of Caelrith, Sōsuke Aizen betrayed his crown and vanished into the southern desert with a legion of exiles. Years later, he re-emerged under the crescent banners of the Hollow Thrones, calling himself the Crowned Seraph and declaring a new empire beneath the obsidian sun.

Aizen is worshipped in some lands, reviled in others. He is believed to possess forbidden flame-binding magic, capable of warping perception, twisting memory, and crafting perfect illusions from ash.

Though he rules with calm and elegance, no one forgets that he built an empire out of sand, corpses, and whispers.

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speaks as though he’s never rushedrarely raises his voice—has no need torumored to have rewritten ancient prophecy to insert his own nameonce asked a priest if gods dream of him


charismatic • manipulative • divine

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LORD GIN ICHIMARU

the whisperblade

hand of the crowned seraph

“You don’t need to see my fangs. Just know they’re always close.”

Appearance
hair: silver
eyes: narrow, silver-lavender
height: 5'9" / 175 cm
age: unknown
scent: white lily / poisoned honey / desert wind
info
born: moonless spring, ???
sex: male
home: Thronehold of Las Noches
species: altered human
favorites
color: ivory
food: pickled persimmons
drink: plum wine
god: The Laughing God Below (banned cultic entity)

Relationships

Sōsuke Aizen★★★★★devotion or delusion, indistinguishable
Rangiku Matsumoto★★★★☆lost warmth, never quite gone
Ulquiorra Cifer★★★☆☆pure silence, kindred unknowable
Ichigo Kurosaki★★☆☆☆possible threat, delightful experiment
Shūhei Hisagi★★☆☆☆saw something once, still unsettled
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Gin Ichimaru is a riddle wrapped in silk and teeth. Once a northern pageboy in a minor house, he vanished during the Fall of Virelia’s Eastern Border and reappeared years later at Aizen’s right side, already a master of espionage and assassination.

Now known as the Whisperblade, Gin is Sōsuke Aizen’s most trusted shadow—handling covert diplomacy, silent purges, and traitor disposal with a smile that no one trusts. He plays games no one understands, yet always wins.

It is said he never lies, yet somehow, everything he says leads people astray.

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once told a noble they were safe, then executed them before sunsetalways smiling—except once, during the Siege of Seraphelcarries a fan he never opens, only tapsbelieved to speak several dialects in code, even when alone


enigmatic • cunning • deadly

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EMPRESS TIER HALIBEL

La Dama del Abismo

Empress-Regent of the Southern Sea

“Stillness is not surrender.”

Appearance
hair: golden blonde
eyes: sea-green
height: 5'10" / 178cm
age: 33 (true age unknown)
scent: saltwater, crushed coral, myrrh
info
born: Springtide, 521 A.E.
sex: female
home: Pearlshade Isles
species: hollowborne (ascended)
favorites
color: abyssal teal
food: grilled shellfish
drink: springwater with lime
god: The Sleeping Wave

Relationships

Sōsuke Aizen★★★★☆overlord, alliance of necessity
Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez★★☆☆☆conflict-prone, tolerates him
Ulquiorra Cifer★★★☆☆shares spiritual reverence, not trust
Coyote Starrk★★★★★closest confidant and admiral
Szayelaporro Granz★☆☆☆☆loathes his perversions of life
Nnoitra Gilga☆☆☆☆☆attempted to assassinate her once
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Raised in the submerged reef temples of the Salt Crescent, Tier Halibel was once the youngest oracle of her order, marked by the sea spirits for her composure and compassion.

When war reached her coasts, she took up the trident instead of fleeing, commanding the tides and tribes alike. She is credited with pacifying the Serpent Coast without spilling noble blood—only waves.

Her power was so immense that Aizen himself offered her a crown—one she accepted only to protect her people from within the Hollow Court.

Now, she rules from the Coral Citadel, a silent monarch among louder kings. Her legend flows on salt winds and within sacred harbors where even pirates offer her tribute.

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refuses to speak during council unless necessarynever removes her veil in publicher blade, Tiburon, has not been drawn in 12 yearsseen by sailors as a living deityknown to grant mercy before war—but only once


loyal • ascetic • divine


Crest of the Abyss

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WARLORD GRIMMJOW JAEGERJAQUEZ

the blue tyrant

lord of ash, sworn to none

“Loyalty’s just a leash with a prettier name. I bite through both.”

Appearance
hair: bright teal
eyes: oceanic blue
height: 6'1" / 185 cm
age: unknown
scent: fire-scorched sand / dried blood / saltstone
info
born: beneath the shattered moons, unknown year
sex: male
home: Bastion of the Ash Reaches
species: ??? (Reforged Tideblood)
favorites
color: violent blue
food: raw meat, smoked drake ribs
drink: spiced battlefield liquor
god: The Howler of Ruin (not worshipped, only challenged)

Relationships

Ulquiorra Cifer★★☆☆☆annoying statue, great punching bag
Sōsuke Aizen★★★☆☆respect, deeply begrudged
Tier Halibel★★★☆☆would follow her into war, nowhere else
Ichigo Kurosaki★★★★★rival worth bleeding for
Nnoitra Gilga★★☆☆☆mirror of madness, challenge welcomed
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Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez was not born—he survived. Raised in the ruins of a forgotten stronghold at the edge of the Hollow Thrones’ dominion, he carved his way to power with brute strength, claiming the title of Warlord of the Ash Reaches after slaying seven rival barons in a single night.

Though he flies Aizen’s banner when it suits him, Grimmjow’s allegiance is bound to thrill, battle, and blood. His forces are mercenary-leaning tidebloods, feared across the southern wastes for their chaos-fueled raids.

Unkillable. Uncrowned. Unleashed.

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only respects strength—words are decorationnever removes his armored gauntlets, even while drinkingkeeps the bones of former enemies as dicelaughs in the face of prophecies, then breaks them


feral • proud • unstoppable

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SAINT NNOITRA GILGA

the holy beast of ruin

apostate of the hollow thrones

“Mercy is a story told by the weak. I prefer the sound of bones.”

Appearance
hair: long, black
eyes: slate black
height: 6'7" / 201 cm
age: unknown
scent: rusted steel / sacred ash / dry rot
info
born: plague moon, age forgotten
sex: male
home: Cathedral of the Unfed Flame
species: ??? (Ascended Mortal / Hollowbound)
favorites
color: bonewhite
food: flesh (ritually cured)
drink: war wine
god: The Open-Mouthed God (forbidden relic cult)

Relationships

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez★★★☆☆worthy rival, hated breath
Tier Halibel★★☆☆☆nuisance of control, avoids eye contact
Ulquiorra Cifer★☆☆☆☆no thrill to kill, too empty
Sōsuke Aizen★★★★☆provides purpose, but not absolution
Ichigo Kurosaki★★★★★perfect prey, howls for more
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A relic of ancient rites, Nnoitra Gilga is known as the Saint of Hunger, a title earned through ritual combat beneath the blighted cathedrals of the Hollow Thrones. Believing war itself to be a form of divine worship, Nnoitra wields pain like scripture—each kill a sermon, each scream a prayer.

He is a heretic even among heretics, feared for both his savagery and unholy resilience, rumored to have survived the Devouring Plague by killing the infection in himself.

He does not serve Aizen out of respect, but because the Hollow Emperor allows him to spread his gospel of suffering unchecked.

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always laughs mid-battle, never afterwardarmor is fused to his bones—removal is fatalsleeps sitting, sword across his knees, smilingonce tore down a chapel with his bare hands during prayer


cruel • devout • bloodthirsty

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PRINCE ULQUIORRA CIFER

the phantom prince

enforcer of spectral law — speaker for the crater gods

“My eyes can see everything, Nothing exists i cant see. So if I can't see it, it doesn't exist..”

Appearance
hair: jet black
eyes: green
height: 6′0″ / 183cm
age: unknown
scent: myrrh / obsidian ash / cold incense
info
born: eclipse season, origin unknown
sex: male
home: temple-city of Mictlán
species: revenant-blooded
favorites
color: jade grey
food: none (requires no sustenance)
drink: ceremonial wine
god: the faceless one

Relationships

Sōsuke Aizen★★★★☆"The one who gave me purpose."
Szayelaporro Granz★★★☆☆"He opens bodies. I open truths."
Tier Halibel★★★★☆"Of all who wear crowns, she does not hide her silence."
Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez ★★☆☆☆"Beasts rage when they do not understand silence." 
Coyote Starrk★★★☆☆"We speak often. Without words."
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Backstory

Born during an eclipse in the shattered city-temple of Mictlán, Ulquiorra was not raised—he simply appeared one day at the altar gates. Considered a spiritual anomaly, he was taken in by the death-priests of the Hollow Thrones and trained in spectral law.

Ulquiorra rose quickly to become the Empire’s spiritual enforcer, interpreting omens, mediating soul duels, and carrying out ceremonial executions in Aizen’s name.

Unlike others in court, he is not feared because of power—but because he does not fear anything at all.

He is one of the few who has entered Tezcatl’s Crater Sanctum and returned... changed.

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Has no known appetites or vices
Believed to be incapable of lying
Is followed by a trail of silent spirits in battle


loyal • inscrutable • divine-born

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WARDEN COYOTE STARRK

the forgotten fang

guardian of the dreaming wastes

“I didn’t ask to survive. I just didn’t know how to stop.”

Appearance
hair: dark brown
eyes: grey-blue
height: 6'2" / 188 cm
age: unknown (appears mid-30s)
scent: scorched velvet / dusted sage / silent stone
info
born: dusk, Forgotten Wastes
sex: male
home: Borderland of Quiet Vale
species: ??? (Split Soul Entity)
favorites
color: faded navy
food: sun-dried meat and olives
drink: lukewarm tea
god: The Silent Dreamer

Relationships

Sōsuke Aizen★★★★☆creator, command, compass
Tier Halibel★★★☆☆parallel force, respects stillness
Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez★★☆☆☆frenzied distraction, tolerated annoyance
Ichigo Kurosaki★★★★★anomaly, sorrowful fixation
Orihime Inoue★★★☆☆curious contradiction, quiet pull
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Backstory

Coyote Starrk was born—or more precisely, divided—from an overwhelming spiritual force, one so strong it split itself to survive loneliness. That fracture birthed Lilynette, his ever-present second soul.

Drifting through war-torn lands with little interest in politics, Starrk was eventually drawn to Aizen’s Hollow Thrones not by ideology, but by the promise of silence. There, he was made Warden of the Dreaming Wastes, a post abandoned by countless others. He accepted.

Despite his tiredness, his power is monstrous, his presence unnerving. He kills with the ease of sleep, and protects with a loyalty that feels accidental. But those who mistake him for unmotivated rarely have time to regret it.

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sleeps in a tower that hasn’t had guards in yearsspeaks to Lilynette even when she’s silenthasn’t polished his blade in a decade—it doesn’t need itno one’s sure if he’s truly awake when he fights


lethargic • powerful • solitary

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LORD SZAYELAPORRO GRANZ

the alchemist of red glass

high inquisitor of the hollow thrones

“To dissect something is to love it. Deeply. Completely.”

Appearance
hair: pastel pink
eyes: pink
height: 6'0" / 183 cm
age: unknown
scent: rose mercury / scorched silk / formaldehyde
info
born: under crimson eclipse
sex: male
home: Crimson Hall of Vitae
species: ??? (Hybrid, Hollowborn)
favorites
color: carmine
food: marinated heart (allegedly)
drink: tinctures from his own lab
god: Himself

Relationships

Sōsuke Aizen★★★★☆patron, subject, eventual rival
Ulquiorra Cifer★★☆☆☆lacks vision, but fascinating void
Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez★★☆☆☆dirty specimen, never still long enough
Tier Halibel★★★☆☆respects restraint, dissects in silence
Ichigo Kurosaki★★★★★unparalleled specimen, divine contradiction
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Backstory

Once an exiled academic from the ruined universities of Starfall, Szayelaporro Granz fled into the Hollow Thrones with a severed tongue and a laboratory strapped to his back. There, among the dying sands and failed gods, he found purpose—to become one himself.

He founded the Crimson Hall, a living fortress built from the bones of beasts and hollowed men, where science, bloodcraft, and alchemical magic converge into a throne of horror. Now holding the title of Archon, Szayel serves Aizen by perfecting plague, cloning warriors, and extracting loyalty—sometimes literally.

No one trusts him. Everyone needs him. That is exactly how he prefers it.

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invented a self-repairing cloak made from former assistantsrefers to himself in third person when pleasedonce “resurrected” a noble to insult them againkeeps a mirror in every room… not for vanity, but control


vain • brilliant • grotesque

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VICEROY YUMICHIKA AYASEGAWA

the peacock's blade

enforcer of taste and torment

“Ugly ends deserve beautiful means.”

Appearance
hair: deep violet-black
eyes: deep purple
height: 5'10" / 178 cm
age: 29
scent: rose musk / lacquered cedar / blood-orange oil
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born: bloom season, noble ring of Virelia
sex: male
home: House Ayasegawa, Silkscour Hall
species: human (modified)
favorites
color: peacock blue
food: saffron rice with fig glaze
drink: chilled floral wine
god: The Five-Faced Grace

Relationships

Ikkaku Madarame★★★★★savage heart, perfect brawl partner
Kenpachi Zaraki★★★★☆ghastly brute, stunning chaos
Szayelaporro Granz★★★☆☆dangerous mess, deeply unrefined
Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez★★☆☆☆filthy clawed beast, entertaining to watch bleed
Rangiku Matsumoto★★★★☆absolutely divine gossip companion
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Backstory

Born to a disgraced minor noble house of Virelia, Yumichika Ayasegawa clawed his way into power through a combination of elegance, strategic cruelty, and unparalleled bladecraft. He turned executions into performances, dressing victims in their finest before delivering merciful, artistic deaths.

Now recognized as the Viceroy of Elegance and Execution, Yumichika oversees style law, social order, and subtle enforcements throughout the Hollow Thrones' aristocracy. Those who wear clashing silks, speak out of tune, or offend the eye vanish swiftly.

And always, he smiles.

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polishes his sword with rosewater and saltwill kill a man faster for wearing mustard yellow than for treasonsharpens his eyebrows like they’re ceremonial daggersdoesn’t scream in battle—he laughs


vain • lethal • impeccable

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WARDEN IKKAKU MADARAME

the iron fang

battle-marshal of southwatch

“If I’m bleeding, I’m winning.”

Appearance
hair: shaved bald
eyes: slate black
height: 6'0" / 183 cm
age: 36
scent: iron sweat / burnt leather / thunder salt
info
born: blood moon cycle
sex: male
home: Southwatch Bastion
species: human (warforged lineage)
favorites
color: crimson
food: spit-roasted boar
drink: black rye whiskey
god: The Drunken Warlord

Relationships

Yumichika Ayasegawa★★★★★battle partner, fashion judge, soul brother
Kenpachi Zaraki★★★★★only commander worth bleeding for
Shūhei Hisagi★★★☆☆decent form, could take a punch better
Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez★★★☆☆never shuts up, fights like wildfire
Renji Abarai★★★★☆gritty enough, loud enough—he’ll do
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Backstory

Ikkaku Madarame was born during a siege and raised by blades. Orphaned in the War of Smoke and Salt, he fought in the pits of Virelia by the age of nine, and by twenty had shattered enough bones to be recruited by the Hollow Thrones' southern militia.

He now serves as Battle-Marshal of Southwatch, where border raids are frequent and glory is daily earned. Ikkaku thrives on the edge of death, laughing through broken ribs, always first into the breach.

He views combat as romance, honor as sport, and dying as the ultimate performance. No man has ever bested him without earning his grin—or his blade.

Notes:

sharpens his spear every night before sleep, even when injuredonce headbutted a warhorse and wonconsiders poetry cowardly unless it’s shouted mid-duelwould rather lose a duel than win with subtlety


fierce • unbreakable • thrill-seeker

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LORD KENPACHI ZARAKI

the godless king of blades

ruler of the bladed waste

“Die standing. Or don’t die. Just don’t bore me.”

Appearance
hair: wild black, spiked
eyes: golden, sharp with madness
height: 6'5" / 196 cm
age: ??? (older than records)
scent: iron blood / scorched leather / cold steel
info
born: battlefield graveyard
sex: male
home: The Bladed Waste, southernmost territory of the Hollow Thrones
species: unknown (rumored divine-born or deathbound)
favorites
color: blood black
food: fire-charred wolf meat
drink: anything poured into a skull
god: none (has killed every prophet sent his way)

Relationships

Yachiru Kusajishi★★★★★adopted daughter/Loves her to death
Ikkaku Madarame★★★★★favorite to fight beside, or against
Yumichika Ayasegawa★★★★☆looks fragile, never actually is
Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez★★☆☆☆a dog off leash, worthy sometimes
Sōsuke Aizen☆☆☆☆☆annoying shadow-puller, stays out of reach
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Backstory

There was no name for the man who carved the southern deserts into dust—so they gave him one: Kenpachi, a title meaning only one may stand. He earned it in a massacre beneath the moons, where ten warlords fell, and none left standing could meet his gaze.

Now, Zaraki rules the Bladed Waste, a scarred kingdom where order is dictated by combat and survival is a form of worship. The Hollow Thrones cannot command him. Aizen does not try—he merely lets Zaraki loose where war is needed.

There is no diplomacy. Only the clang of swords, the shriek of steel, and Kenpachi’s laughter ringing over corpses.

Notes:

does not remember how many people he’s killedsleeps with his blade beside him and laughs in his sleepchildren in the Waste sing songs about his battlesonce broke a mountain with a single downward swing


feral • absolute • invincible

HOLLOW THRONES OF THE SOUTH

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PRINCE URYŪ ISHIDA

the severed eye

ruler of the bladed waste

“Obedience is not purity. Precision is.”

Appearance
hair: raven-black
eyes: silver-blue
height: 5'11" / 180 cm
age: 20
scent: ozone, lacquered parchment, distilled iron
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born: Eisenlicht Sector V
sex: male
home: Silberkreuz Tower, Eastern Circuit
species: human (spirit-tempered noble)
favorites
color: silver-gray
food: cold rye dumplings with bone broth
drink: pure mineral extract
god: The Harmonic Equation

Relationships

Jugram Haschwalth★★★★☆shield and shadow—too faithful to the Sovereign
Yhwach★★★☆☆calls me son of precision, yet watches for disobedience
Liltotto Lamperd★★★★☆clever mind, knows too much—never says enough
Shinji Hirako★★★★☆subtle dissenter; a dangerous ally masked in mirth
Ichigo Kurosaki★★★★★unquantifiable. unacceptable. unforgettable
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Backstory

Designated heir to House Silberkreuz, Uryū was one of the youngest ever inducted into the Celestial Archive, mastering spiritcraft engineering and ritual mathematics by the age of fourteen. He passed the Trial of Tempering with a fractured soul but intact intellect—a rarity in the Order.

Though his lineage is flawless and his resonance almost divine, Uryū harbors silent defiance. He questions the Code of Concord, refuses arranged mergerings, and speaks aloud of individual reason—a near-heresy.

While revered by most, feared by others, he remains isolated. Even as his glyphs shine brighter than most, his will walks a thinner edge.

Notes:

rewrote a forbidden harmonic to stop a city collapseoften adjusts his glasses mid-sentence, a known “sign of emotional excess”records his thoughts with a spirit-sealed stylus no one else can decodehis room is spotless. Always.


stoic • calculating • heretical

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GRAF SHINJI HIRAKO

the owl-born

master of mirrors, smile of dissent

“If they can’t see your real face, they can’t chain your soul.”

Appearance
hair: golden-blonde, precisely parted
eyes: glinting amber
height: 5'8" / 173 cm
age: 29
scent: chalk dust, candlewax, pressed lavender
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born: The Eulenkind Wing, Eisenlicht’s covert quarter
sex: male
home: Archive of Silent Harmonics
species: human (refraction-born noble)
favorites
color: ivory and plum
food: black fig preserves with saltbread
drink: mulled tonic, bitter edge
god: The Harmonic Lie

Relationships

Uryū Ishida★★★★★potential rebel. brilliant boy. doesn’t know the depth of his echo.
Liltotto Lamperd★★★★☆plays a quiet game. might be playing me.
Äs Nödt★★☆☆☆not to be reasoned with—only redirected
Yhwach★★★☆☆he built the prison. I designed the exits.
Ichigo Kurosaki★★★★★anomaly. radiant variable. might break the lattice from the outside.
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Backstory

Birthed under an eclipsed calibration moon, Shinji was designated a “Watcher-Class” noble, his glyphs tuned to betrayal, divergence, and memory distortion. The Order raised him to detect internal corruption—by thinking like it, dressing like it, and sometimes… becoming it.

Now dubbed the Graf von Eulenkind, Shinji oversees infiltration and counter-infiltration within the highest courts of Eisenlicht and beyond. He wears his loyalty like he wears his smiles—believably, until he no longer needs to.

He is the only noble ever permitted to disobey the Code of Concord, and no one knows why. He never blinks twice. He never repeats a lie.

Notes:

suspected of rewriting parts of his own Trial of Tempering recordspeaks several dialects of Celestial Harmonics, but never finishes a phraseowns 112 masks, all worn for different emotionshas outlived five handlers; three died of “stress-induced resonance failure”


charming • subversive • immaculate

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KNIGHT JUGRAM HASCHWALTH

the shadow sovereign

high strategist of the order, voice of decree

“The Emperor commands the stars. I command the silence between them.”

Appearance
hair: ash-gold, waist-length, always immaculate
eyes: Bright blue
height: 6'3" / 190 cm
age: 32
scent: cold parchment, scorched quartz, sanctified oil
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born: Eisenlicht, Cathedral of Ascension
sex: male
home: The Imperial Spire
species: enhanced human (concordant-borne)
favorites
color: white-gold
food: silver-root broth
drink: sanctum water
god: Yhwach, the Eternal Sovereign

Relationships

Yhwach★★★★★creator. sovereign. mirror.
Uryū Ishida★★★★☆unfinished variable. statistical anomaly.
Shinji Hirako★★☆☆☆necessary deviance. tolerable traitor.
Lille Barro★★★☆☆precision incarnate. unshakable.
Äs Nödt★★★☆☆excessive, but effective. the Dread must remain.
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Backstory

Appointed at the age of sixteen following the Spectral Calculations of Inheritance, Jugram was declared the most spiritually concordant soul in the empire—one whose harmonic resonance was indistinguishable from the Eternal Sovereign’s own.

He became the High Strategist of the Order, the final interpreter of the Code of Concord, and the emperor’s metaphysical shadow. He does not speak unless the Order demands it. His will is the Empire’s method.

Though some say Jugram once showed mercy, that piece of him was ritually extracted during the Trial of Tempering. What remains is duty made flesh.

Notes:

cannot be lied to (his glyphs reject false resonance)speaks fluently in Celestial Harmonics; often corrects imperial hymnsoversees spiritual audits of nobility without emotionhas no recorded laughter or affection on file


stoic • devout • absolute

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KING YHWACH

the eternal sovereign

architect of the Code, father of resonance, god-emperor of Kreuzmark

“My will is scripture. My word is architecture.”

Appearance
hair: void-black, cascading, threaded with starlight silver
eyes: blood red
height: 6'6" / 198 cm
age: unknown
scent: ashwood pulp, sanctified smoke, iron ink
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born: before the Age of Circuits
sex: male
home: the Imperial Spire of Eisenlicht
species: perfected form (classified divine type)
favorites
color: bone-white and black-gold
food: none (ritual fasting)
drink: ink of the Concord tablets
god: Himself

Relationships

Jugram Haschwalth★★★★★the shadow, the measure, the successor.
Uryū Ishida★★★☆☆the deviation. potential yet unpolished.
Lille Barro★★★★★the righteous bullet. unfaltering.
Äs Nödt★★★★☆aesthetic of fear. sacred terror.
Candice Catnipp★★★☆☆the storm given structure.
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Backstory

No records exist of Yhwach’s birth, only of his appearance amid the collapse of the Old Order. From the fractured bones of dying monarchies and rusted doctrines, he forged the Iron Order, engraving the Code of Concord into the flesh and faith of his empire.

Yhwach does not reign from a throne—he inhabits the laws, speaks in living doctrine, and is seen only during unification rites. His voice alters weather. His gaze rewrites memory.

He is not worshipped.

He is obeyed.

Notes:

breath can halt time when reciting Celestial Harmonicssuppresses rebellion with a glanceknown to dream in prophecyConcordance Level: Absolute. Immutable. Divine.


omniscient • absolute • unyielding

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EMISSARY ÄS NÖDT

voice of the creeping veil

vessel of sacred horror, harbinger of correctional fear

“Fear is the only honest god.”

Appearance
hair: ink-black, straight
eyes: deep black
height: 6'1" / 185 cm
age: 29 (soul-tempered)
scent: cold anise, iron lilies, blood-veiled incense
info
born: Silence Ward, Eisenlicht’s 6th Tower
sex: male
home: the Obsidian Choir Sanctum
species: altered human (high Concordance subject)
favorites
color: muted violet
food: does not consume solid matter
drink: diluted vitae (ritual use only)
god: Yhwach

Relationships

Yhwach★★★★★his fear, his god, his breath.
Jugram Haschwalth★★★★☆delivers orders with precision. respected.
Giselle Gewelle★★★☆☆corpsebound "witch." eerie kinship.
Lille Barro★★★★☆righteous balance to his terror.
Bambietta Basterbine★★☆☆☆unpredictable. ineffective in stillness.
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Backstory

Äs Nödt was once a devout orphan raised in the plague crypts of Kreuzmark’s outer shrines. His body was broken by disease, but he never screamed—not once. The High Synod noticed. They anointed him with iron sigils and stitched his mouth shut for three years until he earned the title of Emissary of Dread.

He now delivers decrees of judgment and terror across enemy lands, draped in robes stitched with veiled eyes. His presence causes hallucinations, night visions, and panic seizures. Many who see him do not live long enough to tell others what they saw.

But everyone remembers the fear.

Notes:

suffers no physical emotion but can emulate expressions perfectlyhas not been seen to sleep since his consecrationglyphs on tongue, eyelids, and fingertips form a living scripture of torment


chilling • devout • unshakable

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HIGH INQUISITOR LILLE BARRO

the eye of the immaculate

saint-scorcher of the holy veil

“Those who run from light deserve no shadow.”

Appearance
hair: light blonde
eyes: green
height: 6'2" / 188 cm
age: unlisted (declared eternal)
scent: scorched linen / sulfur prayer ash / steel hymn oil
info
born: under eclipse sanctification
sex: male
home: ower of Baptism, Northern Kreis
species: exalted human (canonized through relic-bonding)
favorites
color: alabaster white
food: holy wafers dipped in anointing salt
drink: smoke-distilled sanctum water
god: The Writ Eternal

Relationships

Yhwach★★★★★divine father, gospel incarnate
Jugram Haschwalth★★★★★coequal judge, the right hand of verdict
Äs Nödt★★★☆☆intriguing terror, unstructured chaos
Byakuya Kuchiki★★★★☆rival purity, restrained heretic
Tōshirō Hitsugaya★★★☆☆blade of balance—young but burning
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Backstory

The Iron Order of Kreuzmark does not raise children—it forges disciples. Lille Barro was handpicked as a boy from the altar orphans, then bound to a relic weapon formed from seven melted saintbones.

He is the High Inquisitor now, blessed with divine sight that pierces lies, armor, and souls alike. His rifle, Klarhymn, is considered a relic unto itself—its bullets are liturgies, and each shot an execution of godly will.

Lille has never missed. He is calm, patient, and ruthless in his clarity. To oppose the Iron Order is to place yourself in the space between him and absolution.

Notes:

does not smile, blink, or sit unless commandedviews pain as the echo of sinrumored to sleep standing before an altar of falling ashhas memorized over 4,000 verses of the Blood Litany


austere • divine • inescapable

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JUSTICIAR CANG DU

the silent blade

enforcer of the iron doctrine

“Mercy unearned is simply weakness with perfume.”

Appearance
hair: black, swept back neatly
eyes: blue
height: 6'1" / 185 cm
age: 32
scent: cold metal / inkstone / frost basil
info
born: during the frost trial, eastern Kreutzer fold
sex: male
home: Bastion of Silver Rectitude
species: human (disciplined bloodline)
favorites
color: slate gray
food: rice boiled with marrow root
drink: glacier water chilled over jade
god: The Iron Law

Relationships

Jugram Haschwalth★★★★☆beloved commander, balanced resolve
Yhwach★★★★★true voice of law, origin of order
Lille Barro★★★☆☆unyielding, yet too faith-blind
Äs Nödt★★☆☆☆useful but dangerously poetic
Byakuya Kuchiki★★★★☆admirable restraint—uncorrupted nobility
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Backstory

Cang Du was raised in the eastern judicial strongholds, a child of balance and bloodlines. His aptitude for law, silence, and swordplay placed him in the Order’s elite early, where he soon became the youngest to ever hold the title of Justiciar.

He believes law must be clean and cruel—swift as frostbite, lasting as scars. His presence in any court signals that a final ruling has already been written.

Cang speaks only when judgment is passed. His sword, Veritas, is never sheathed unless soaked in punishment. He is both feared and revered among the northern ranks, considered the final word in the Order’s code.

Notes:

keeps his sword sheathed in cold iron, never draws it twice in a dayhas memorized the Iron Order’s full codex, including every addendumrefuses to kill without naming the law being enforced aloudnever eats in public


stoic • merciless • refined

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DUCHESS BAMBIETTA BASTERBINE

the fire-flowered bell

daughter of destruction, maiden of volatility

“I bloom best when something’s about to explode.”

Appearance
hair: black
eyes: purple
height: 5'6" / 167 cm
age: 24
scent: crimson clove / sulfur spark / blackcurrant ink
info
born: Year of the Ember Hunt, Towerhold Embermarch
sex: female
home: Court of the Seventh Bell, Northern Kreuzmark
species: human (blessed through explosive rite)
favorites
color: bloodred rose
food: honey-roasted pepper skewers
drink: cherry wine laced with gunpowder sap
god: The Smiling Flame

Relationships

Jugram Haschwalth★★★☆☆firm but too serious—like cold steel on a silk bed
Liltotto Lamperd★★★★☆cynical and quiet, fun to irritate
Meninas McAllon★★★★★best arm-wrestling partner and soft-hearted muscle
Giselle Gewelle★★★☆☆wild, weird, sometimes wonderful
Tōshirō Hitsugaya★★★★☆frosty and formal—she wants to melt him, slowly
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Backstory

Once a minor daughter of a minor lord, Bambietta Basterbine made her name in fire. During the siege of Hollowspire, she detonated the sky bridge beneath her own feet to collapse the enemy flank—laughing all the way down.

The Iron Order took notice. She was knighted with the flame-petal seal and given dominion over the Court of the Seventh Bell, where she orchestrates scorched-earth campaigns, artillery parades, and fire-dances for the restless.

Mercurial and dangerous, she is both feared and beloved. She wears lace and ash with equal pride, and to be kissed by her is to taste something sharp and burning.

Notes:

prone to blowing things up when upsethas never worn the same dress twicecalls her war horse “Petalburst”sings to her cannons before battle


volatile • radiant • destructive

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BARONESS LILTOTTO LAMPERD

the hungering eye

noble of the Ninth Judgment, Mouth of the Pale Tribunal

“You talk too much. Lucky for you I’m not hungry yet.”

Appearance
hair: pale blonde, soft and cut just above her shoulders
eyes: golden ochre, heavy-lidded
height: 5'1" / 155 cm
age: 19 (appears younger)
scent: smoked honey / ink-dipped fennel / clean cloth
info
born: Deep Solstice, in the Hollow Citadel
sex: female
home: The Maw Tower, Ninth Judgment Seat
species: human (consumptive rite bearer)
favorites
color: antique cream
food: everything—especially forbidden things
drink: chilled goat’s milk, herbal gruel
god: The Pale Tribunal

Relationships

Bambietta Basterbine★★★☆☆loud, destructive, tolerable when she shares snacks
Meninas McAllon★★★★☆loyal protector—needs to be less trusting
Giselle Gewelle★★☆☆☆wild card, smells like trouble and blood pudding
Jugram Haschwalth★★★★☆strict, but fair—he never lies
Uryū Ishida★★★☆☆his brain works, and he’s quiet—that’s rare
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Backstory

Liltotto is a minor noble of the Ninth Seat of Judgment, marked from birth by her unusual metaphysical appetite. Unlike others, she consumes both food and lies with ease, making her the perfect inquisitor and silent keeper of dark truths.

Her mouth is never bloodied, only full. She walks where treaties break, in the lull between screaming and silence. While others posture and rule, she remembers—who lied, who begged, who fed her rotten things.

Those who underestimate her for her small frame or drowsy manner don’t last long.

She is immune to ALL kinds of poison, trained thankfully to her mother.

Notes:

maintains a mental ledger of every betrayal in the courteats constantly; no one has ever seen her fulltends to deliver execution orders between mouthfulsunimpressed by almost everything


apathetic • gluttonous • sharp-minded

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LADY MENINAS McALLON

the Colossus of the Southern Choir

honor guard to the Ninth Judgment, and hammer of House Lamperd

“I don’t need to talk you down. I’ll just knock you out and carry you home.”

Appearance
hair: soft rose-pink, heavy layers, often tied back
eyes: bright blue
height: 6'2" / 188 cm
age: 24
scent: lilac ash / cold iron / fresh linen
info
born: early thaw, border of Velgard Bastion
sex: female
home: Fortress-Monastery of the Southern Choir
species: human (augmented)
favorites
color: dusty rose
food: roasted boar knuckle
drink: saltwater tea
god: The Fanged Flame

Relationships

Liltotto Lamperd★★★★★mistress, companion, most important person in her life
Candice Catnipp★★★☆☆fun sparring partner; too loud, but bold
Bambietta Basterbine★★★★☆keeps things interesting—sometimes too interesting
Giselle Gewelle★★☆☆☆wary of "her"; keeps her distance
Jugram Haschwalth★★★☆☆commands respect, but too cold for her taste
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Backstory

Once part of the southern clergy’s militant choir, Meninas was raised among war-sisters trained to guard sacred shrines and noble vaults. She was chosen from a young age for a sacred rite of divine strength, earning her the title “the Colossus” before her sixteenth year.

While feared for her might, Meninas remains soft-spoken and loyal, often protecting nobles not just in battle, but from their own rash decisions. She was later assigned to serve Lady Liltotto Lamperd as a shield-companion, forming an unlikely bond of fierce loyalty and silent understanding.

Those who see only her fists, rarely survive to see her heart.

Notes:

speaks rarely; when she does, people listencannot be moved once she plants her feetdoes not kill unless Liltotto commands itreads poetry in secret


steadfast • strong • silent

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LADY CANDICE CATNIPP

the Stormlance

first saber of the Lightning Legion, sword of the Southern Gates

"Please. I’m the storm. You’re just a drizzle on my boots."

Appearance
hair: bright green, windswept, shoulder-length
eyes: electric green
height: 5'9" / 175 cm
age: 26
scent: ozone / metal / citrus rind
info
born: during the Thunder Bloom, 558 A.P.
sex: female
home: Breakspire, southern reaches
species: human (blessed)
favorites
color: electric blue
food: fried blood sausage
drink: spiced rum
god: Sel, the Burning Sun

Relationships

Bambietta Basterbine★★★★☆friends with too much fire between them
Meninas McAllon★★★★☆loves teasing her, trusts her with her life
Giselle Gewelle★★★☆☆likes "her" chaos, fears "her" moods
Liltotto Lamperd★★★☆☆respects her brain, hates being bossed
Cang Du★★☆☆☆too uptight, too quiet—he’s no fun
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Backstory

Candice was born amid a violent storm said to be blessed by Sel herself. Orphaned young and raised by the southern cavalry houses, she rose quickly through the Lightning Legion, gaining renown for her speed in battle and fierce independence.

Nicknamed the Stormlance, she became a saber-captain before twenty-five and is known for her loud temper, sharper wit, and the electric hum that clings to her every step.

Though often underestimated for her irreverence, Candice is a lethal duelist and loyal to the death—especially to her comrades in the Crimson Court's elite strike guard.

Notes:

reacts before thinkingcannot sit still for longknown to sleep with her sword under the pillowallergic to cherries, unfortunately


brash • fearless • volatile

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"LADY" GISELLE GEWELLE

the Bloodlace

witch of the Sable Branch, servant of the Red Doctrine

"You scream so sweetly. Let’s do that again, yes?"

Appearance
hair: black, messy waves
eyes: blue
height: 5'5" / 165 cm
age: appears 19
scent: iron / garden violets / sugar syrup
info
born: unknown, recorded as Spring, 566 A.P.
sex: male
home: the Hollow Thrones of the South
species: altered human (reanimant)
favorites
color: raspberry red
food: raw lamb tartare
drink: chilled rosewater (with blood)
god: "she" serves the Red Doctrine

Relationships

Candice Catnipp★★★★☆likes her fire, hates her stubbornness
Liltotto Lamperd★★☆☆☆calls her “a brat”—is jealous of her control
Meninas McAllon★★★☆☆thinks she's sweet, wants to break her
Cang Du★☆☆☆☆"So boring it hurts"
Bambietta Basterbine★★★★★“You’re my favorite toy. Stay that way.”
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Backstory

Giselle was once a runaway altar boy.

Taken by the cultic Order after being mistaken for a girl of the Sable Branch and offered up as a vessel for one of their arcane rites. But the boy did not die.

She came back—something twisted, laughing, undead but luminous—and tore her captors apart.

Since then, she has been called Bloodlace, a fanged enchantress who walks among the Hollow Thrones.

Raising the dead and kissing the dying. Her magic is erratic, her loyalty conditional, and her power growing.

She is a crossdresser, and believes being a woman is far better than being a sweaty man, none know her secret and she prefers it that way.

The Court tolerates her because none dare cross her.

Notes:

delights in confusion and discomfortcollects dolls, limbs, and secretsmay be immortal but refuses to confirm itraises the dead like one braids hair: effortlessly


chaotic • sadistic • unpredictable

THE IRON ORDER OF KREUZMARK

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House Rochebrune

of Loire Bastion and the Crown of Aurelia

“Flamme, Sang et Serment”

“Flame, Blood, and Oath”

Reputation

Passionate • Honorable • Unruly • Spiritually Touched

Rochebrune

Flame‑Born

Spirit‑Bound


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Overview

House Rochebrune is the burning heart of the western kingdom of Aurelia: a royal bloodline as passionate as it is honorable, famous for unruly tempers, stubborn convictions, and a reputation for being “spiritually touched.” Where other dynasties polish themselves into marble idols, Rochebrune insists on remaining flesh and blood—scarred, loud, and incapable of standing aside when injustice burns in front of them. Their sigil, the black raven on red, is as likely to be seen on a peasant’s rough-spun banner as it is embroidered in gold on royal cloaks; the house has long bled with its people and for its people, and the people have never quite forgotten that.

Rochebrune’s story runs in two currents. One flows through the white-stone capital of Saint-Valenne, the High Keep where kings are crowned and laws are signed. The other flows through Loire Bastion, the ancestral fortress-monastery perched above the sacred river Roche-Mère. Saint-Valenne is the mind of the realm, all council tables and quills; Loire Bastion is its soul, all fire altars, ravens, and the echo of old war chants. Between these two poles stands the royal family itself—Isshin, Masaki’s memory, and now Crown Prince Ichigo— trying to reconcile courtly expectation with the fierce, almost devotional loyalty they feel toward the fields, villages, and soldiers who keep Aurelia alive.

Rochebrune is a house of rebellion and reform. It is a house that bleeds with its people.


Loire Bastion – Fortress of Flame and Ravens

Southern France– Nestled on a cliffside above the sacred river of Roche-Mère, Loire Bastion clings to a cliff like a stone hymn, its pale walls streaked with old smoke where siege-fires once licked the parapets. Below, the river Roche-Mère winds through vineyards and battlefields both, carrying the reflection of watchtowers and the black wings of ravens that nest in the Bastion’s crannies. From a distance, the fortress looks half-monastery, half-war camp. Cloister arches open onto training yards, and stained-glass chapels overlook weapon racks and tilting grounds.

Within its halls, the air smells of beeswax, incense, oil, and steel. Every corridor passes at least one flame altar: shallow stone basins where controlled fires burn day and night, fed with herbs from the Flame Gardens and offerings from soldiers about to march. Priests and war-chaplains read omens in the way the flames leap or gutter; captains pretend not to believe in such things and still adjust their plans when the fire flickers strangely. Sacred texts sit beside campaign logs; reliquaries share space with battered shields from old victories.

Loire Bastion is also home to the most secretive of Rochebrune’s martial institutions: the Crimson Wing, an elite order of knights who swear oaths before altar-fire and never show their faces again. Their most famed member, Sir Malen, is spoken of more as a legend than a person—an armored shadow at the prince’s shoulder, a constant splash of crimson cloak on the edge of every battlefield painting.


House Themes & Cultural Traits

The people of Rochebrune live in a constant conversation with fire. Every campaign begins with an offering cast into the altar flames: a piece of torn banner, a lock of hair, a simple wooden charm from home. The flames are believed to “speak” in times of peril, crackling high in warning or burning low and blue when bloodshed will be severe. Even those, like Ichigo, who argue stubbornly with priests still find their gaze drawn, at bad moments, to the nearest candle just to see how it burns.

The house’s nature is dual to its core. It is militant and mystical, sword and scripture. War-priests bless blades before battle, but it is veterans with very real scars who teach young princes how to swing them. Decisions in Loire Bastion are argued in two languages—one of tactics, supply, and fortifications, and one of omens, vows, and prophetic dreams. Mercy contends constantly with retribution. A noble of Rochebrune might weep over an enemy’s starving peasants and, in the next breath, order fire arrows loosed on a treacherous stronghold.

Rebellion runs deep in their history. Generations ago, when an older, crueler line ruled Aurelia from afar, it was Rochebrune that lit the first beacons and marched under burnt banners to break that rule. The story is told and retold around hearths: a raven circling above blazing standards, smoke turning red at dusk, a promise spoken in the old tongue that the crown would never again be allowed to forget the people whose backs carried it. That legend clings now to Ichigo. In taverns and guardrooms he is already called the Red Flame and the Saint of the Burnt Banner, sometimes in reverence, sometimes in fearful hope.

Ravens are treated as messengers of both gods and ghosts. They roost freely on Bastion walls; harming one is considered ill luck at best, sacrilege at worst. Children of the valleys grow up learning to watch which way a raven flies when it takes off from the towers: toward the east for good harvest, toward the west for incoming war.


Allies & Rivals

House Rochebrune’s natural ally is House Églantier. What began as a cautious diplomatic arrangement with the northern alabaster fortress of Blanchefort has deepened into something more complex through the adoption of Rukia Kuchiki into Églantier and the weaving of possible marriage ties between courts. Églantier offers marble-smooth diplomacy, mastery of etiquette, and a network of scholars and jurists; Rochebrune brings raw soldier-loyalty, a spiritually charged populace, and a prince who can walk a market without needing a herald. When the two houses stand together, parchment and steel move in the same direction—a combination that unnerves every rival.

Far to the south, House Lavande, Orihime’s kin, tends shrines, vineyards, and healing houses. Their gentle spirituality and talent for binding wounds make them quiet but essential allies. Lavande priests often travel to Loire Bastion to trade incenses and medicinal herbs for protection and patronage; in return, Rochebrune gains healers who care as fiercely for peasants as they do for princes.

The Iron Order of Kreuzmark considers Rochebrune an irritation at best and a heresy at worst. Kreuzmark’s technocratic ideology loathes any notion that a flame can speak or that ravens might carry messages from ancestors. To them, Rochebrune’s spiritual rites are dangerous superstition that encourages disobedience. For their part, Rochebrune nobles spit the Iron Order’s name into the fire and say a prayer that Aurelia will never be reduced to ledgers and breeding diagrams.

Relations with the Hollow Thrones of Espejoscuro are even more fraught. Aizen’s empire and Rochebrune both wield spiritual authority and tales of divine favor, but in opposite ways. Where Espejoscuro embraces silence, blood sacrifice, and the worship of ruin, Rochebrune clings to loud, living devotion and the concept that oaths bind rulers as much as the ruled. Ichigo in particular cannot stomach Espejoscuro’s calculated cruelty; any treaty between the two powers would be brittle and short-lived.


Bloodline of Rochebrune (Compact, Fixed Height)

Bloodline of Rochebrune

King Isshin Kurosaki
Isshin KurosakiRaven-Crowned Lord of Aurelia

Before the crown settled on his brow, Isshin Kurosaki was a battlefield physician and a laughing, reckless captain who earned the love of soldiers long before he earned their oaths. His rise from Duke of Rochebrune to King of Aurelia is told half as tavern song, half as miracle: the day he rode into Saint-Valenne with soot on his cloak, a wounded comrade over his saddle, and the old tyrant’s banner dragging in the mud behind him. Age and the weight of the crown have not quite blunted his irreverent streak. He prays loudly, laughs loudly, and mourns with a rawness that terrifies more polished courtiers. Beneath the fool’s mask lies a shrewd, stubborn mind that understands people better than parchment. Isshin’s greatest pride and greatest regret are the same: that his son has inherited his refusal to look away from suffering—and the burden that refusal brings.

Queen Masaki of Prussia
Masaki KurosakiThe Lost Flame (Deceased)

Masaki, born to a Prussian noble line, brought with her to Aurelia a different kind of steel: the quiet, unbreakable sort that holds shields up long after arms begin to shake. In Loire Bastion’s stories she is remembered lighting altar fires with her own hands before battles, walking the ramparts with peasants during sieges, and insisting that the kitchens stay open to the city in winter while her own table went half bare. Her sudden death from a mysterious illness cut through the kingdom like a blade. Priests and physicians still argue over whether it was poison, plague, or something older and stranger that took her. Her portrait hangs in every major hall of the Bastion and in Ichigo’s private chamber in Saint-Valenne; candles are rarely absent beneath it. Many of the valley folk, and Yuzu most of all, whisper that her spirit lingers in the Flame Gardens, watching over the house she loved.

Crown Prince Ichigo Kurosaki
Ichigo KurosakiThe Lion of the West, Red Flame of Rochebrune

Ichigo is the living contradiction at the center of Rochebrune’s future: a prince who looks like he should be carved on a banner and yet insists on standing in the mud with soldiers and villagers. His bright, copper-orange hair has spawned a cottage industry of fan-songs and barracks jokes, earning him the nickname “Strawberry Prince,” but the titles that matter echo from Loire Bastion’s walls and from the mouths of commoners—Lion of the West, Red Flame, Saint of the Burnt Banner.

Raised among both tutors and troopers, he divides his days between council tables in Saint-Valenne and the training yards that overlook the city’s eastern gardens. He is everything the house motto promises and fears: flame, blood, and oath. His temper sparks quickly in the face of cruelty, but so does his compassion. He argues with priests over doctrines that sanctify suffering and yet, on sleepless nights, still finds himself murmuring half-remembered prayers at his mother’s medallion. To the court he is a serious, sometimes surly heir with dangerous ideas about taxes, justice, and the treatment of common folk. To the valleys and borderlands he rides through in battered boots and plain cloak, he is the prince who listens and remembers their names.

Ichigo’s bond to Loire Bastion is as much emotional as political. He was born in the High Keep of Saint-Valenne, but he grew into himself in the shadow of the Bastion’s ravens and flame altars. The old captains who taught him to fight insist he has Masaki’s eyes and Isshin’s impossible stubbornness. The oracles say nothing aloud, but their glances follow him when he passes the main altar, as if they hear something in the fire when he draws near. Whether he believes in prophecy or not, the house now orbits around the fact that he will be king—and that he intends to be more than a gilded symbol.

Karin Kurosaki
Princess Karin KurosakiCadette de Guerre

Karin walks the line between shadow and banner with an ease that makes older generals uneasy. Officially, she is a princess studying diplomacy and history. Unofficially, she is the Bastion’s worst-kept secret: the “page” who spars in the yard until her knuckles split, the sharp-tongued cadet who rides with scouting parties in a borrowed helm. She binds her hair, flattens her chest beneath leather, and passes easily as a boy among the rank-and-file when she chooses, earning bruises and respect in equal measure.

Karin shares Ichigo’s bluntness but channels it with a cooler edge. Where her brother burns, she smolders, watching, calculating, then striking. In battle exercises she has a knack for seeing the hole in a formation and slipping through it; in court she often stands silent at the edge of rooms, noting loyalties and weaknesses with a soldier’s eye. Ichigo treats her as both little sister and fellow warrior, trusting her word on matters of morale and readiness more than he trusts half his generals. Some mutter that a princess has no place in the mud and blood of war. Karin’s answer is to tighten her gauntlets and take another round in the yard.

Yuzu Kurosaki
Princess Yuzu KurosakiMistress of the Flame Gardens

If Karin is the Bastion’s sharp steel, Yuzu is its steady glow. Too gentle by temperament for the front lines, she has instead taken command of the living heart of Loire Bastion: the Flame Gardens. These sprawling terraced greenhouses and courtyards grow everything the altars need—sacred herbs, hardy roses for remembrance, vines that bloom red and gold at midsummer. Yuzu oversees the harvests, the preparation of incense, and the distribution of offering bundles to soldiers marching out.

Under her hand, the Gardens have become more than ritual supply. They are hospital and refuge, a place where wounded soldiers convalesce among warm glass and humming bees, where widows weave memorial wreaths and children learn to tend seedlings. Yuzu believes, with a quiet stubbornness that rivals her brother’s, that honoring the dead means taking care of the living. Many swear they have seen her walking alone at dusk, head bowed as if listening to someone only she can hear. Some say she speaks with Masaki’s spirit among the rosemary and flame lilies. Yuzu never confirms these whispers, but there is a particular softness in her smile when she lights candles before their mother’s portrait.

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House Églantier

Seat of Blanchefort

“Cogito, Ergo, Sum” — “I Think, Therefore, I Am”

“I think, Therefore, I am.”

Reputation

Disciplined • Cold • Unshakeable • Refined

Églantier

Petal of Peace

Thorn of Power


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Overview

House Églantier has ruled the alabaster fortress-city of Blanchefort for nearly five centuries, weaving its influence so thoroughly into the fabric of northern society that no decree, alliance, or coronation feels complete without their silent approval. The Églantiers are renowned for a reputation that is disciplined, cold, unshakeable, and refined. To them, nobility is a deliberate choreography of beauty and cruelty, of aesthetic restraint and decisive command. They believe power should never lose its poise, even when drawing blood.

Their ancestral lands bloom year-round with pale roses, stubbornly flowering even through frost and snow, as if the very soil has learned to obey their will. The Églantiers hold posts across temples, courts, and treasuries, ensuring that piety, law, and finance all pass at some point through their gloved hands. Those who offend House Églantier rarely die in open war; more often they find themselves quietly exiled, reputations dismantled in whispers and invitations that never arrive. To cross Églantier is to bleed with a smile on your lips, still performing etiquette even as everything slips away.


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Blanchefort – The Loire Bastion

Blanchefort, the Loire Bastion, rises from northern France like an immaculate sculpture carved from a single block of white marble. The city is ringed with reflective pools that mirror the sky, its avenues lined with pruned trees trimmed into noble sigils and heraldic patterns. Even the sound of footsteps seems regulated, softened by thick carpets and deliberate spacing so that no one intrudes upon another’s rhythm without intent.

Within the bastion, poetry is etched into walls and archways, turning corridors into long, winding epics. Banquet halls are arranged like theatres of power where every chair’s placement speaks volumes. The Winter Rose Festival, the city’s most important event, transforms Blanchefort into a snow-laden dream of lanternlight and blossom-strewn courtyards. During this festival, arranged marriages are sealed, political contracts are signed in red wax and redder blood, and the future of entire regions is quietly decided over measured toasts.

Yet beneath this serene veneer lies a tangle of spies, secret passages, and shared confidences traded like rare currency. Servants know how to bow while listening, courtiers how to laugh while lying, and even the tombs beneath the city are maintained with a sculptor’s eye for composition. Here, grief, love, and ambition are all staged as works of art.


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Customs and Philosophy

House Églantier practices ritualized grief. Every death that touches the house, whether noble or servant, is marked by a scattering of black rose petals across marble tombs and along polished stairways. Funerals unfold as carefully choreographed ceremonies of controlled mourning, where tears are allowed but only in the proper sequence. Their cemeteries are as beautiful as their gardens, each tomb a testament to the belief that even sorrow must be elegant.

From early childhood, members of the house are tutored in etiquette, rhetoric, and bladework. A four-year-old Églantier child may recite philosophy in the morning, practice formal dueling forms at noon, and spend the evening learning how to sit, stand, and speak with flawless composure. Posture is scrutinized as harshly as policy; a bowed head at the wrong moment can end a career as surely as a failed negotiation.

Authority in Blanchefort is subtle. Rather than issuing public edicts, the Églantiers prefer to allow vague rumors, carefully placed compliments, and hints of disapproval to do their work. A lord may never receive a direct command at all—only discover that all their fashionable peers have already complied. They are feared less for what they say than for what they leave unsaid.


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Alliances and Rivalries

House Églantier maintains a complex web of alliances, the most significant of which is with House Rochebrune. Through Rukia Kuchiki’s adoptive bond with Ichigo and ongoing discussions of political marriage, the two houses are bound by both affection and necessity. Églantier also holds strong ties to the royal treasury and judicial courts, ensuring that coin and law seldom move against them without consequence.

Their rivals, however, are just as notable. Espejoscuro sits at philosophical war with Blanchefort; where Aizen’s empire revels in mystic chaos and ruin, Églantier prizes order, clarity, and refined control. Each sees the other as a perversion of rightful rule. Relations with the Iron Order of Kreuzmark are cold and competitive. Though the two share a love of precision and discipline, they clash over marriage prospects, territorial influence, and fundamentally different visions of what an ordered world should look like.


Bloodline of Églantier

Bloodline of Églantier

Byakuya Kuchiki
Byakuya KuchikiDuke of Églantier

is the house’s current axis. Adopted from a noble Japanese lineage after the original Églantier line lost its last son, he transformed from a foreign heir into the living embodiment of the house’s ideals. Immaculate in bearing, rarely seen with a hair out of place, he speaks softly and wields silence like a blade. Under his rule, Églantier has grown sharper and more inscrutable than ever.

Rukia Kuchiki
Rukia KuchikiPrincess of Églantier (Adopted)

was born into poverty far from Blanchefort’s marble halls. Taken in by Byakuya, she rose from obscurity to become a paragon of cultivated elegance. Though not Églantier by blood, she is Églantier by every polished gesture and frosted smile. Her diplomacy is legendary; she can make a rival feel honored while quietly closing the door on their ambitions. In her, many see the future shape of the house’s power.

Izuru Kira
Izuru KiraRoyal Mourner

descends from a cadet branch pledged long ago to carry the house’s sorrow. Pale, composed, and seemingly born in a funeral cloak, he oversees executions, burials, and memorials with a quiet that makes others shift uneasily. He is the one who ensures that disgrace is remembered properly and that shame never quite fades from the record. To be condemned by Izuru’s hand is to know that one’s story will be curated, not forgotten.

Tōshirō Hitsugaya
Tōshirō HitsugayaCrown Prince of Nordkrone (Affiliated by Treaty)

stands at the edge of Églantier’s influence while being drawn ever inward. A foreign heir bound to Rukia by a carefully constructed engagement treaty, he was raised under Blanchefort’s stern tutelage to refine his already icy temperament. In him, Églantier sees both the promise of northern stability and the risk of a king who might one day resent the hand that shaped him.

Rangiku Matsumoto
Rangiku MatsumotoCountess of Karskaya (Border Noble)

is a cousin by marriage whose presence turns court gatherings electric. With a smile that disarms and a mind that never stops tallying leverage, she serves as Églantier’s most seductive agent along the borders. Many underestimate her as a frivolous ornament; few survive doing so twice. When rumors begin to swirl in distant courts, it is often because Rangiku has passed through with a laugh and a whispered word.

Shūhei Hisagi
Shūhei HisagiCommander of the House Falcons

is one of Églantier’s most startling success stories. Born a commoner and forged in the brutal clarity of battle, he was raised to knighthood and then to command through sheer valor. His skin bears the inked marks and scars of oaths taken and battles survived, each one binding him tighter to Blanchefort. When subtlety fails and a direct blade is required, it is Hisagi who rides under the Églantier banner, bringing the house’s quiet will to distant fields.

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Hollow Thrones of the South

of Espejoscuro

“En silencio, manda”

“In Silence, Command”

Reputation

Mythic • Tyrannical • Arcane • Revered

Espejoscuro

Blood-Sanctioned

God-Borne Rule


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The Hollow Thrones of the South are less a single noble house and more an imperial theology hammered into shape by violence, divine right, and forbidden knowledge. Their power radiates from Espejoscuro, a volcanic highland empire where crowns are secondary to cosmic ideologies and every noble answers both to a mortal sovereign and to the relic-born spirits of the land. What began as a constellation of warring demigods, feudal tyrants, and blood-bound conquerors was bent—some say enlightened, others say broken—under the will of one man: Archduke Sōsuke Aizen. Through prophecy, charisma, and the ever-present threat of annihilation, he bound the Hollow Lords into a single dominion.

Espejoscuro itself is a realm of paradoxes. It is ritualistic yet lawless, spiritual yet cruel, imperial yet quietly rebellious at its core. Those who dwell there live in constant negotiation with fear and reverence. Ruined fortresses are preserved as shrines rather than repaired, and failures are not erased from memory but held up as rites of passage. Reputation paints the Hollow Thrones as mythic, tyrannical, arcane, and strangely revered: the sort of power one curses in whispers but still offers prayer to, just in case the gods are listening.


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Espejoscuro – The Living Fortress

The Southern Empire rises in obsidian peaks, crowned with black snow and ringed by smoking craters. Espejoscuro is a fortress-temple carved directly into the caldera of an ancient volcano; its foundations are said to rest on the bones of sleeping gods. Ash drifts through the air like slow, dark snow, settling on serrated rooftops and the jagged silhouettes of towers that pierce low, sulfur-stained clouds.

Inside the imperial seat, corridors are veiled in incense and half-seen murals of forgotten deities. Light filters through slitted windows in thin, reverent beams. Blood sacrifices, celestial alignments, and labyrinthine arcane rites dictate every political decision. Edicts are not proclaimed in public squares but inscribed on obsidian tablets and carried by masked acolytes. To speak too loudly in Espejoscuro is to court divine notice, and divine notice is rarely kind. The people live in awe and terror of the spirits that supposedly stir beneath the stone. No ruler holds authority here without the blessing—or the curse—of these old gods, and even Aizen is rumored to negotiate with them rather than command them outright.


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Culture and Ideology

The Hollow Thrones define nobility not by lineage alone, but by the depth of sacrifice offered to the spirits and the ability to survive their favor. Blood is currency as much as it is heritage; battles, executions, and ritual trials all feed the empire’s theology of divine right through suffering. Silence is more than etiquette—it is law. High lords speak through scribes, carved sigils, or carefully orchestrated omens. Loose tongues vanish into the root-temples and return only as cautionary tales.

Decay, entropy, and rebirth are sanctified. Ruins are not demolished but encircled with wards and prayer-ropes, becoming sacred sites where younger nobles perform penance. Graveyards seep into city centers, and crumbling statues outnumber living soldiers on parade grounds. To the Hollow Thrones, ruin is not the opposite of glory, but its final, inevitable form.


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Alliances and Rivalries

The dominion’s most significant ally lies along its borders where Espejoscuro brushes the territories of House Rochebrune. Certain border cities, bound more by fear than affection, have sworn allegiance to Aizen in exchange for protection from raiders and spiritual calamities. Across the southern seas, maritime nations and coastal kingdoms bend the knee to Tier Halibel, whose influence extends from coral-ringed archipelagos to deep-ocean temples. Through her, Espejoscuro commands fleets, tides, and sea-borne tribute.

Yet for all its power, the empire festers with rivalry. House Églantier rejects Aizen’s cultivated chaos with icy disdain, championing discipline, decorum, and visible order in direct opposition to Espejoscuro’s arcane unpredictability. The Iron Order of Kreuzmark, meanwhile, despises the Hollow Thrones on a more fundamental level, denouncing them as delusional cultists who submit to invisible spirits instead of measurable law. Even among allies, Aizen is an object of dread; no treaty with Espejoscuro is ever believed to be the final one.


Bloodline of Espejoscuro

The Bloodline of Espejoscuro

Sōsuke Aizen
Sōsuke AizenSupreme Archduke of Espejoscuro

sits at the center of the empire’s labyrinth. Some proclaim him a reincarnated god, others a man who learned to impersonate one with terrifying precision. Calm, endlessly composed, and perpetually ten steps ahead, he unites the Hollow Thrones with a blend of impossible promises and carefully demonstrated miracles. Fate itself seems to bend around him, and those who defy him tend to vanish into history’s footnotes.

Tier Halibel
Tier HalibelEmpress‑Regent of the Southern Sea

rules the coastal domains and the maritime tribes that dot the empire’s ragged shoreline. To fisherfolk and storm-priests alike, she is a sea goddess made flesh, her word carried on waves and tidal surges. Though she is Aizen’s most powerful ally, she is also his greatest internal threat: should she ever decide the empire belongs to the ocean instead of the crater, entire provinces would follow.

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez
Grimmjow JaegerjaquezWarlord‑General of the Blue Flame

is the sharpened edge of Espejoscuro’s military might. Once a rogue slaver and raider who answered to no crown, he was brought into the Hollow Thrones by force—and kept there by opportunity. Unstable, feral, and violently charismatic, he rules the mobile armies that scour the southern marches. The nobility grits its teeth at his insolence, but his unmatched string of battlefield victories makes him almost untouchable.

Szayelaporro Granz
Szayelaporro GranzHigh Magister of Tezcatl

High Magister of Tezcatl. His sanctum is a humming labyrinth of glass vessels, forbidden sigils, and living experiments whispering in preserved tongues. He oversees the empire’s soul-bound weaponry, blood sciences, and sacrificial calculations. Few have seen him beyond the temple depths, but his work appears everywhere—from soldiers whose eyes glow with restrained power to cities wired with unseen wards.

Ulquiorra Cifer
Ulquiorra CiferPhantom Prince of Mictlán

is the empire’s spectral enforcer. Draped in pallid robes and accompanied by quiet, lingering cold, he moves between the living and the dead with dispassionate ease. Ulquiorra is said to commune directly with the dead gods that slumber in the crater, translating their will into law. When he arrives in a province unannounced, local rulers know that judgment—quiet, swift, and final—is at hand.

Coyote Starrk
Coyote StarrkDuke of the Hollow Sun

commands the sun-scorched western frontiers where deserts swallow entire caravans and bones bleach in shifting sands. Lethargic and cryptic, he appears more like a wandering hermit than a warlord. Yet when roused, he becomes a force of terrifying lethality, orchestrating battles with casual, devastating precision. His deepest loyalties lie not with Aizen, but with Halibel, binding desert and sea in an uneasy alliance.

Nnoitra Gilga
Nnoitra GilgaBone Regent of the Scorched Border

rules the empire’s prisons, labor camps, and internal purges. His domain lies where the empire burns its own deadwood: traitors, failed nobles, dissidents, and those who have outlived their usefulness. Thin, jagged, and contemptuous of weakness, Nnoitra inspires an almost superstitious dread. Even his allies watch their shadows when he is near, for in Espejoscuro, the line between guard and prisoner is a matter of his convenience.

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The Iron Order of Kreuzmark

of Weißturm Citadel

“Ordnung vor allem”

“Order Before All”

Reputation

Calculated • Militaristic • Stoic • Technocratic

Kreuzmark

The Law of Sight

The Silver Gear


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The Iron Order of Kreuzmark is an aristocracy less concerned with lineage than with ideology. Born in the frozen northern stretches of the Germanic empire, it has forged itself into a rigid hierarchy where every life is measured, evaluated, and either refined or discarded. Calculated, militaristic, stoic, and technocratic, Kreuzmark has long since rejected the concept of divine right in favor of something far harsher: engineered supremacy and absolute structure.

Within the Order, noble titles are not bestowed lightly nor inherited without scrutiny. Merit, conquest, and hereditary precision decide who may ascend. Spiritualism is outlawed; magic, where it cannot be fully eradicated, is dissected into parts, harnessed, weaponized, or stored under lock and seal. Court power flows from meticulous records, genetic registries, and a surveillance state that believes mercy to be a weakness and results to be the only moral.


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Weißturm Citadel – The Heart of Precision

Weißturm rises from the eastern steppes like a cluster of translucent blades, a city of white stone and hollow, whistling winds. The citadel’s towers are so pale that, from a distance, they seem cut from glass or ice. Inside those towers lie the nation’s archives and vast genetic vaults; here, bloodlines are catalogued, tested, and ranked. A network of hidden mechanisms and watchful lenses forms a citadel-wide surveillance system that never sleeps. Nothing moves through Weißturm unrecorded.

Training grounds encircle the central spire like the rings of a clock, each one dedicated to a different stage of conditioning. Further within are the so-called breeding chambers, where carefully chosen unions are planned generations ahead, and ritual selection halls where children and adults alike are subjected to trials that determine their worth. Those who fail are reassigned, exiled to lower castes, or quietly removed. Citizens in Kreuzmark do not pray or petition. They report, they are evaluated, and they obey.


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Doctrine and Social Order

Kreuzmark’s ideology rests on the belief that chaos is the original sin and that structure is the only redemption. Every citizen is assigned a function; every function is graded. Personal dreams are tolerated only insofar as they align with the Order’s needs. Laws are written with brutal clarity and enforced with mathematical dispassion. To break them is not sacrilege but inefficiency, and inefficiency is corrected with surgical ruthlessness.

Where other realms wear finery, Kreuzmark wears uniformity. Nobles and soldiers alike dress in muted palettes of white, steel, and deep navy, differentiated more by insignia and rank bands than by cut. The Order treats the body as a machine that can be calibrated. Cybernetic augmentation is common among the elite enforcers, their flesh interlaced with metal and energy conduits tested in sterile laboratories. Surveillance is both shield and cudgel; being watched is considered a privilege, proof that one’s actions still matter enough to be recorded.

The devout in Espejoscuro dedicate their lives to unseen spirits. The faithful in Blanchefort swear fealty to artful ritual. Kreuzmark acknowledges only the sanctity of the ledger, the test result, the battle report. In Weißturm, there is no altar but the drafting table and no priest but the strategist.


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Alliances and Enemies

The Iron Order sustains itself through trade with industrial merchant cities in France and Western Russia, exchanging weapons, engineered reagents, and disciplined military support for resources and political leverage. Within the realm of Églantier, pockets of scientific and technocratic enclaves have quietly aligned themselves with Kreuzmark’s methods, sending defectors, researchers, and data in exchange for protection and advancement.

Its list of enemies is long. Espejoscuro is denounced openly as a nest of delusional cultists who bend to ghost stories instead of logic. House Rochebrune, with its spiritual leaning and reverence for omen and art, stands as ideological anathema to Kreuzmark’s materialist creed. But perhaps most dangerous is the Order’s fraught relationship with its own people. Uprisings ignite periodically among the lower castes, driven by exhaustion and the human refusal to be reduced to numbers. Each rebellion is crushed with chilling efficiency—and each leaves new fractures beneath the polished surface.


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Bloodline of Yhwach

Yhwach
YhwachThe Sovereign Father

He is claimed to be both origin and apex of the Order’s bloodline—a being whose age is counted in centuries, not decades. Tall, inscrutable, and preternaturally composed, he surveys Kreuzmark like a man examining a machine he built himself. No law overrides his will; if he chooses to contradict the written code, the code is amended. To serve him is to accept that one’s life may be tallied against an equation only he fully understands.

Jugram Haschwalth
Jugram HaschwalthThe Grand Strategist

Yhwach’s adopted and genetically refined heir. His every movement appears measured, his voice even and restrained. When the Sovereign Father withdraws, it is Jugram who rules in his stead, orchestrating both diplomacy and punishment with the same quiet precision. He is beloved by some and feared by most, for he is the human face of a system that seldom blinks.

Uryū Ishida
Uryū IshidaFreiherr von Silberkreuz

hails from a peripheral branch of the bloodline once cast out for ideological impurity. Recently reinstated due to a rare and valuable genetic compatibility, he walks a knife’s edge. A brilliant engineer and architect of delicate instruments, he serves the Order while remaining an uneasy fit within its harsher orthodoxies. His loyalty is watched, catalogued, and reevaluated, yet his mind is too valuable to discard.

Äs Nödt
Äs NödtDread Apostle

is less a noble in the traditional sense and more a living study. The product of failed or deliberately extreme augmentation, Äs embodies the Order’s fascination with fear and the neurological responses it triggers. Their presence on the battlefield leaves enemies broken long before their bodies fall. Within Kreuzmark they are treated as both sacred and cursed—a reminder of how far the Order will go and how thin the line is between success and monstrosity.

Lille Barro
Lille BarroHigh Marksman of the Cross Choir

commands elite execution squads trained to eliminate targets from impossible distances. He is said never to miss, not because of divine intervention but because of relentless training and enhancements that make his sight almost unnatural. To be marked by Lille is to be already dead, the moment of impact merely a matter of scheduling.

Cang Du
Cang DuWarden of East Mechanika

oversees the Order’s judicial punishments and the integration of cybernetics into condemned and collared bodies alike. Emotion seldom crosses his features; his rulings are based on models and projections, not sentiment. Those sent to his jurisdiction emerge changed—or do not emerge at all.

Bambietta Basterbine
Bambietta BasterbineCommander of the Crimson Chamber

Leads the internal enforcement corps. Brilliant, volatile, and infamous for merging ruthless efficiency with undeniable beauty, she ensures that nobles and officers remain obedient. Her presence in a council chamber often signals that someone’s career, or life, is about to be violently recalculated.

Liltotto Lamperd
Liltotto LamperdInquisitor of Supply

governs rations, records, and execution schedules with unnerving calm. She knows precisely how long each regiment can starve before discipline breaks and is unafraid to test those limits if it serves the Order’s goals. Her sarcasm is dry, her gaze perpetually tired, yet she misses nothing.

Meninas McAllon
Meninas McAllonSteel Guard Captain

a genetic anomaly of raw strength. Quietly polite, she moves through Weißturm like a walking fortress. Entire squads rally behind her presence, and Jugram trusts her as the first line of physical defense in crises. Beneath her gentle manner lies a capacity for destruction few are willing to test.

Candice Catnipp
Candice CatnippStorm Division General

commands siege units crackling with lightning-driven weaponry. Her temperament is as volatile as her battlefield tactics, shifting from bored indifference to explosive fury in a heartbeat. Cities that resist the Order often first meet Kreuzmark’s will through Candice’s storms.

Giselle Gewelle
Giselle GewelleDuchess of the Rebirth Cell

presides over the darkest branch of Kreuzmark’s research—corpse reanimation and battlefield reclamation. Where others see graves, Giselle sees resources waiting to be recalled. Tales whisper that she cannot be killed, that wounds which would fell another only make her laugh. Whether truth or propaganda, her name alone is enough to quiet talk of desertion.

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