Q'ira "Rose" Noctua

♦ ♦ The Black Rose of Thanalan ♦ ♦


Where winds cross and whispers travel
Where sand buries all it meets
A mystery may yet unravel
Of muffled screams and thorns lain deep
Cry for mothers and daughters passed
Heed the warning from this prose
For nothing good can ever last
Beware, beware the bloody Black Rose


♦ ♦ Info ♦ ♦

Abandoned at age 9 after a lifetime's value of hardship in a brief amount of time, Q'ira took to the streets and returned to the world the only language they'd ever been taught - violence.Shifting between day jobs and a nightlife as a renowned assassin, she earned the moniker of "The Black Rose of Thanalan" after her proclivity to leave a single black rose at the scene of her victims. She's maintained relative anonymity through honeyed words and layers of falsehoods woven together, as she attempts to retire from a life that constantly tries to catch up with her.♦ ♦ Skills ♦ ♦
♦ Assassination
♦ Thievery
♦ Blade Mastery
♦ Aether Manipulation
♦ Bartending
♦ Seduction
♦ ♦ RP Hooks ♦ ♦
♦ You've heard rumors of a string of crimes in Thanalan where all that was left at the scene was a black rose
♦ You've worked in the underworld around Thanalan or with the Syndicate
♦ You're a mercenary who may have partnered with Q'ira in the past
♦ You frequent the bars and taverns of Ul'dah

♦ ♦ History ♦ ♦

Born of the Q clan, daughter of the Nunh to a keeper mother, Q'ira had always been seen as an outsider even amongst her own kin. A bastard child, disgrace, not to be an heir but rather just another number among the ever-growing and thriving village in the Sangoli. Deriving their prosperity from nearby Ul'dah, and more oft than not illegal trade, Nunh Markana and his ilk had become more than providers for themselves but had decided to instead live as Kings and Sultanas should do.Playtime amongst the young kit's friends and cohorts had turned unexpectedly violent, and as a result her sister had been wounded along the rose bushels that surrounded the village's borders, her blood spattering about. By the next morning the blood had dried to a deep pitch black along those roses, and Q'ira along with her mother were sent out into exile.Without the supply from Markana's ilk, Q'ira's mother had been overrun by the demons of her addiction and vice, becoming none more than an empty husk looking only for the next high. With no money and no worldly possessions, Q'ira's own mother had resorted to sell them into slavery for not but a handful of somnus.Q'ira was but nine winters old when she had learned that there should be no one to protect her. That she had to fend for herself, and no one should be there to save her. At days in the slaver camp she would be beaten, at nights she would lie awake and learn how to fight, throw, and sharpen rocks. She had barely escaped with her life but 2 winters later.Always the curious one, Q'ira would steal books from houses and shelves in order to educate herself, eventually finding an abandoned library in which she made its cellar her permanent home and safehouse. She would find her way to earn coin in her ability to kill, and found a natural talent for seducing her victims into a sense of comfort. Most of the targets were innocents, cheating husbands or spoiled mothers. Oft she would take up day jobs such as bartending, dancing, or escorting services in order to find a way closer to her contract or to pick up a rumor. At the scene of a crime, a black rose. A reminder of the event that had begun her every hardship.At every attempt to start a new life she faces the Black Rose she once was. For every scar she's earned it represents her rose's thorns, learning none else than to keep others away. Some may recognize her for her deeds, others may judge her for it. But now, as she begins to start new family and a new beginning, she oft looks upon the mirror and wonders if she has truly been given what she deserves for the destruction she has wrought.

♦ ♦ Quirks ♦ ♦

♦ Q'ira's tone is sing-songy, poetic, and rhythmic. She uses rather formal language even in private company.
♦ Can be slow to build trust but very rewarding.
♦ They will nervously twitch the rose in their hair if reminiscing on their life as the Black Rose or coming close to being recognized.
♦ Goes by "Rose" or rarely "Rose Noctua" to most, only revealing their birth name to those most trustworthy
♦ Character was born a woman and identifies as gender fluid, pronouns are she/they/he
♦ Prefers referring to themselves with either neutral or feminine but will at times get euphoria from being addressed as masculine.
♦ Widowed and single
♦ Age: 37
♦ Sexuality: Panromantic Asexual
Voice Claim: Emma Gregory (BG3)

♦ ♦ At a Glance ♦ ♦

♦ Q'ira carries a black rose in their hair, a constant reminder of their past
♦ Her tail is large and fluffy, it is often seen brushing against the sides of objects
♦ Body shape is lean with toned muscle acquired from a life of fighting and survival.
♦ Q'ira's chest is completely flat and has had their breasts removed.
♦ Their movements are wide and graceful but their reflexes are quick if under pressure.
♦ They carry themselves with a certain grace and decorum, but do so with what appears to be little to no effort.
♦ Q'ira carries large vertical gashes on the sides of their face seen just beneath their hairline.
♦ Their tattoos are various roses, thorns, and skulls, each one to signify a life taken by the Rose. They cover yet more deep scars.
♦ Smells like the faint hint of rose petal perfume.

♦ ♦ OOC Information ♦ ♦

♦ Kira | She/They, player is over 30
♦ Character's Gender/Pronouns are not identical to my own
♦ Mature RP/Dark Themes (TW: Blood, Drugs, Abuse)
♦ Only Character Death/Romance With Consent
♦ 15+ years MMO RP Experience
♦ ERP with Rose Noctua is rare, other characters are more open but only in the interest of character development
♦ No non-consent under any circumstances



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