Isalira Lunavale

Isalira Lunavale

Isalira Lunavale

Information Played by: User:Cyclops Alias: Luna Height: 6.6" (actual size) / 5'1" (human size) Weight: < 1 ounce (actual size) / 92 lbs (human size) Gender: Female Race: Daimeysed Type: Lunar Fairy Alignment: Selfless Principled / Stable Situational Age: Appears mid-20s Place of Birth: Whispergrove, Aetheria Eye Color: Moonstone silver Hair Color: Ash-lilac with moss green streaks Figure: Petite / Ethereal Universe of Origin: Angelic Sins Organization: Daimeysed Conclave of Whispergrove Occupation: Guardian of the Forgotten Glades, Urban Liaison Rank / Skill Level: Warden Status: Active Setting: Angelic Sins

Isalira Lunavale as a Human

Isalira Lunavale is a Daimeysed guardian and urban warden stationed in Chicago, where she protects displaced fae and the fragile ley lines running beneath the city. Operating in the liminal spaces between human and fae society, she is known for her quiet resolve, defensive magic, and the measured precision with which she navigates both realms. Isalira moves with intention, her presence calm yet charged—like quiet thunder. Once part of a world filled with dappled light and harmony, she now walks among shadows, not bitter but undeniably changed.

Her trust comes slowly, especially toward humans, whom she regards not with hatred, but with cautious fascination—as one might study a storm. Beneath her diplomacy lies a fierce protectiveness of her kin and their dying ground. A dry wit and trace of mischief still linger in her, echoes of an older self, but it’s around Casey that those echoes grow louder. There’s something in him—strange, golden, unresolved—that draws her in, and despite herself, she lingers.

Goals

Isalira Lunavale seeks moments of stillness in a city that never sleeps—quiet flashes of moonlight on concrete, the rustle of plants growing where they shouldn’t, and the subtle satisfaction of solitude without guilt. As she navigates her place in a fractured world, she yearns to reconnect with creative expression—perhaps through art, or the restoration of beauty in neglected places—and to slowly build emotional trust with those outside her fae kin. Yet beyond these personal pursuits, she holds deeper ambitions: to help rebuild a cultural legacy for the displaced Daimeysed, to define a new kind of coexistence between fae and human that doesn't rely on secrecy or submission, and to uncover what the word “home” truly means when the old world is gone and the new one hasn't fully accepted her. For Isalira, the future isn’t just about survival—it’s about shaping a life that allows her to protect, create, and finally belong.

Special Abilities

Shadowphase

In deep shadow or moonlight, Isalira can slip partially out of sync with the visible spectrum, becoming difficult to perceive when she’s still or moving deliberately.

Residual Sight

Her senses attune to subtle magical residue—trails of past enchantments, emotional imprints, or leyline shifts—especially at dusk or dawn.

Stillness

Through focused stillness and breath, she can quiet her magical and physical presence to near nothingness, slipping past most forms of detection.

Elemental Attunement

Isalira is innately connected to air and earth—wind carries her awareness, and root or stone centers her focus. These elements shape her spells and movement style more than combat.

Lightbound

Isalira can soften light or deepen shadow in a small area, using them as tools for concealment, misdirection, or subtle influence—not overt darkness or brightness, but the quiet edge of both.

Special Skills

Urban Camouflage & Leyline Reading

Isalira excels at moving unnoticed through dense cityscapes, using her deep understanding of magical infrastructure to trace leyline fractures and pulses beneath the surface.

Quiet Diplomacy

She handles delicate conversations with care, often leveraging implication, omission, or polite misdirection—especially when dealing with human authorities or skeptical fae elders.

Silent Weapons Craft

Trained in subtle combat, she wields bone-carved pins, thorn-thread garrotes, and compact blades designed for discretion and utility rather than brute force.

Applied Herblore

Isalira crafts field-use tinctures and salves using a combination of wild flora and urban materials, producing treatments, sedatives, and poisons with quiet precision.

Multilingual Proficiency

She is fluent in Faeric, Latin, and English, and has functional fluency in unstable arcane dialects collectively known as Corrupted Tongues, often used in forgotten rituals and ancient pacts.

Iskiomancy (Shadow Magic)

Through focused practice, Isalira manipulates ambient shadow to obscure movement, create momentary illusions, or deaden sound within a limited radius.

Geomancy (Earth Magic)

Her bond with stone and root allows her to sense tension or corruption in the land, reinforce structures, and manipulate terrain subtly for defense or redirection.

Anemancy (Air Magic)

Drawing from the winds, she enhances her movement, senses disturbances from afar, and can channel sudden bursts of force to misdirect or evade opponents.

Special Equipment

Journal

A compact leather-bound volume used for recording leyline fluctuations, sightings, and thoughts she won’t digitize.

Field Notebook

Weatherproof and rune-scored to resist water and mundane fire; used for quick observations or sketches.

Arcane Logbooks (x2)

Small archival-style books tracking incidents involving fae displacements and leyline decay.

Tablet Device

Modified with shielding glyphs to prevent magical interference; contains maps, ley charts, and diplomatic contacts.

Ultralight Laptop

Used for interfacing with human systems, submitting falsified agency reports, and researching magical contamination patterns.

Stylus Pen

Reinforced tip engraved with a fae cipher, usable for both writing and rune tracing in field magic.

Magical Backpack

A worn, charcoal-gray canvas backpack enchanted with spatial folding magic. Externally modest in size, it contains a quiet interior pocket space that holds significantly more than it appears. The enchantment stabilizes automatically and resists jostling or detection. Whispers faintly in ancient elvish when opened.

Mirrored Fan

Mirrored Fan

Isalira carries a steel-ribbed folding fan, its delicate leaf etched with lunar filigree and threads of blackened silver. Enchanted with the magic of mirrored displacement, it creates flickering afterimages of her movements when flourished—illusions that can confuse enemies and, in rare cases, intercept spells by refracting their force into phantom space. These illusions are subtle but deeply effective when timed with precision.

The fan draws on Isalira's own magical essence, and overuse can cause brief lapses in short-term memory and a draining fatigue that weakens her other spellcasting. It also features a minor ability: when snapped closed with force, it emits a concussive crescent of air that can stagger or repel attackers within close range.

The fan is as much a part of her posture as it is a weapon—silent, elegant, and deceptive.

Background

Isalira Lunavale was raised beneath the canopy of the Whispergrove, daughter of two respected scholars—her mother a historian of magical art and ancient murals, her father a keeper of the oral laws and arbiter of grove customs. They lived quietly in the rootbound archives of the glade, surrounded by living texts and walls that bloomed with enchanted ink.

When the rot began—first as discoloration in the lower vines, then as silence where there should be song—Isalira left not in protest, but in pursuit. Unlike her peers who fled to deeper places or turned inward, she volunteered to cross into the human city in search of answers. Whispergrove had no time for waiting.

In the winding chaos beneath Chicago, she found the Eldritch Undermarket. It was there she encountered a human sorcerer of unspoken age who understood the disease bleeding through their roots. He offered knowledge, not salvation—but it was enough. She carried his fragmented warnings back to her people, and they halted the worst of it.

She should have returned to the grove. Instead, she stayed.

Not in the hidden pockets of the Daimeysed colony beneath the streets, but in the city itself. Among the lost, the rogue, the slowly unraveling. The glade still needed her, yes—but so too did the half-broken fae who walked in human skin and smiled with too many teeth. In a city this wounded, guardians are not meant to hide.

She walks in illusion, not for vanity—but because the world above doesn't know how to see her yet.