Bast Silverwing (Level 1) mail warning

Oh, I am sorry. Welcome in my home.

Well, yes, you see right. I am NO vampire. I am a werebat. You don't know the difference? Your problem.

Personality

🦇 Core Personality Traits

Blunt & Witty: Bast doesn’t sugarcoat her opinions. She’s quick with a sarcastic jab and has zero tolerance for nonsense. If you assume she drinks blood, expect a deadpan response like, “Only if you're made of mango smoothie and bad decisions.”

Independent: Bast thrives alone. She's used to navigating the skyways above the city solo, and though she has a few close friends, she avoids crowds and hates being micromanaged.

Proud (to a fault): Bast has a chip on her shoulder about being a werebat — a rare species — and is sick of being lumped in with vampires. Her pride means she sometimes overreacts or takes things personally, especially when people don’t bother to learn the difference.

Loyal & Protective: If you break through her tough outer shell, you’ll find someone fiercely loyal. She keeps her circle small, but she’d drop from the sky for the people she loves.

Secretly Curious: Though she pretends she’s above most things, Bast has a fascination with obscure magical tech and folklore. Her apartment is cluttered with ancient tomes, neon-glowing gadgets, and half-finished experiments.

🦇 Quirks & Habits

Eats upside-down when at home — hanging from a reinforced bar in her ceiling. She says food tastes better that way.

Carries echolocation-enhanced earbuds, which double as music players and help her navigate tight aerial corridors.

Keeps a “Stupid Vampire Myths” notebook to document the ridiculous things people assume about her. (e.g., “Asked if I sleep in a coffin. Again.”)

Refuses to wear black capes — she’ll die before she feeds that stereotype.

Abilities

🌑 Species-Like Abilities (Werebat)

🔁 Shapeshifting (Human <—> Hybrid <—> Full Bat Form)

Human Form: Appears fully human, with enhanced hearing and night vision subtly active.

Hybrid Form (Bast's favorite): A humanoid form with bat wings, claws, sharp ears, and fangs (though she hates that people assume she uses them like a vampire).

Full Bat Form: Small bat form for stealth or escape — used rarely by Bast, as she finds it awkward and weak.

🧠 Echomagic

Werebats channel their echolocation into magical constructs:

Sonic Mapping: Can generate a mental 3D map of an area using clicks and vibrations, even in pitch black or through walls.

Sound Pulse: Emits concussive or disorienting sonic bursts to stun or confuse enemies.

Echo Cloak: Bends sound around themselves, muffling movement — a form of auditory invisibility.

🌌 Nocturnal Affinity

Peak energy and magical performance at night.

Enhanced stealth, speed, and strength under moonlight.

Immune to magical sleep, illusion, and fear effects that rely on sight or light.

🦴 Physical Enhancements

Lightweight, hollow-bone skeletal structure allows for agility and rapid flight in hybrid form.

Highly flexible joints and claws that help with perching, climbing, and aerial combat.

🦇 Personal Abilities

⚡ Urban Flight Mastery

“The sky isn’t free. It’s full of wires, towers, and idiots in hovercars.”

Bast is an elite flier through complex environments — power lines, rooftops, and magical skylanes. She’s developed:

Advanced Aerial Acrobatics: Rolls, dives, tight turns — she can literally thread the needle between city towers.

Magical Wind-Jumping Boots (Tech-enhanced): Give her a mid-air boost or allow fast vertical launches.

🎶 Resonance Magic (Signature Sound Magic)

Bast blends echolocation with modern magical tech, creating resonance spells:

Sonic Blade: Sharpens a burst of sound into a cutting force — silent but deadly.

Pulse Beacon: Drops a “sonic flare” in an area — blinds magical senses and disorients enemies.

Echo Memory: Can "listen" to residual sound echoes in an area to recreate past conversations or detect disturbances (kind of like magical audio forensics).

🎧 Sound Gear Integration (Magitech Hybrid)

Bast wears enchanted earbuds and a wristband device linked to magical frequencies:

Tune-to-Spells: Certain songs or sounds trigger unique spell patterns.

Frequency Shield: Cancels out harmful sound-based magic (siren songs, banshee wails, etc.).

Personal Echo ID: She can identify any creature she’s “mapped” once, even through walls.

🧬 Resistance to Mind Control / Hypnosis

“Try getting into my head and you’ll just hear feedback.”

Due to her constant use of sound-based magic and naturally strong willpower, she’s:

Resistant to vampiric charm, illusions, and suggestion spells.

Especially immune to light-based mind-affecting magic (e.g. glamour, dazzle, fear).

🦇 Weaknesses & Limits

Sunlight Sensitivity: Not deadly like a vampire’s, but she becomes sluggish, irritable, and her magic is harder to focus. She wears dark goggles if she must be out during the day.

Sound Overload: Her enhanced hearing is a double-edged sword. Sonic attacks, screeching feedback, or magically amplified noise can incapacitate her.

Territorial Pride: She hates being challenged in “her” skyways and will sometimes take reckless risks to prove herself.
Blood-related Magic Aversion: While she’s not a vampire, spells that require or manipulate blood make her deeply uncomfortable and throw off her focus.

Origin

Bast Silverwing comes from a hidden lineage: the werebats, a nocturnal shapeshifter species so rare that most think they’re a myth… or just confuse them with vampires.

🌒 The Nocturne Lineage

Bast was born to a secretive family of werebats known as the Silverwing Line — an ancient, dwindling bloodline who once served as night scouts, couriers, and sound-mages in the magical world’s early conflicts.
Unlike werewolves, whose power came from strength and pack unity, werebats drew power from echo magic, stealth, and the unseen currents of the night.

Her parents, Kael and Mira Silverwing, were part of an underground resistance during the Techno-Magical Reformation — a time when magical creatures fought for civil rights as the world integrated with human technology. They used their sound-based magic to carry secret messages, hack into arcane networks, and evade detection in the skyways of Neo-Nocturne City.

By the time Bast was born, the Silverwing line was nearly extinct, and her parents had retired into hiding in the city’s crumbling Skytrack District, an aerial ghetto of magical outcasts and broken ley lines.

🩸 The Turning Point

Like most werefolk, Bast’s powers didn’t awaken until adolescence — but her first shift came early, triggered by trauma.

At age 13, while walking home from school, Bast and her mother were attacked by a rogue group of vampire supremacists who believed non-vampire nocturnals were “pretenders.” Mira tried to protect her daughter, but the fight pushed Bast over the edge — her first transformation burst out violently, with her echolocation shattering nearby windows and the attackers’ minds alike.

She saved her mother — but the damage was done. The event was caught on a magical surveillance drone, and the footage went semi-viral on underground networks. The media didn’t care that she wasn’t a vampire — the headlines just screamed “BLOODTHIRSTY BAT GIRL?”

Her life changed overnight.

🦇 The Isolation Years

The public mistook her for a vampire or cursed hybrid. Kids mocked her. Adults avoided her. Some even hired vampire hunters, thinking she was undead.

Even worse, the magical authorities offered her a spot in a “containment school” for “unstable magical youth.” Her parents refused — instead, they trained her in secret. Her mother taught her the art of soundweaving; her father trained her in urban flight, agility, and shadow evasion. Together, they forged her into a new kind of werebat — one that didn’t hide, but thrived in the city’s darkness.

She eventually left home to claim her own sky. Taking the name “Bast” (after the ancient nocturnal goddess of protection), she joined an underground magical courier guild, zipping over rooftops and through mana-flooded tunnels to deliver spells, artifacts, and encrypted messages to those who couldn’t trust the corporate arcane networks.

🔥 Why She Hates the Vampire Comparison

Bast doesn’t just hate the comparison for surface reasons — it’s deeply personal.

Vampires tried to erase her identity.

The world mistook her trauma for monstrosity.

The media ran with lies because they were more “marketable.”

Even magical society sees bat wings and fangs and assumes bloodlust, not bravery.

So when someone calls her a vampire now, they’re not just being ignorant — they’re ripping open old wounds and dismissing everything she’s fought for.

Echo Run

Neo-Nocturne City hummed with leyline currents and low-flying maglevs, its night sky streaked with the pale green glow of mana-reactive clouds. Down below, the city’s surface crawled with a thousand kinds of magic. Up high? That belonged to the couriers.

Above the skyline, a figure darted between power towers, cloakless wings slicing the wind with silent precision. She moved like a whisper across rooftops, too fast for drones or motion sensors.

Her name was Bast Silverwing, and she was on a job.

📦 The Package

The job came through her guild, encrypted in a pulse-coded tone only a trained werebat could decipher. The client: a high-level leyline engineer named Dr. Corin Vale. The delivery: a spell-core encased in obsidian glass, pulsing with slow, unstable light. The instructions: "No portals. No hoverways. Only the sky. Get it to the Arcane Spire by midnight."

That gave her less than an hour, and the sky wasn’t empty tonight.

🚨 Ambushed

As Bast banked around a corner of the Leviathan Finance tower, her ears twitched.

Three clicks in the soundscape. Not city noise. Wings. Fast. Big. Not bats.
She twisted mid-flight just as a crimson blur streaked past her.

“Bloodborne Couriers.” she muttered, baring her fangs in frustration.

Vampire-run. Privately funded. Overpaid, under-ethical. And they were trying to intercept her route.

One of them shouted, “Hand it over, flapper. This is Bloodborne airspace now!”

She didn't respond. She flipped into a dive, her body flattening as her echolocation burst painted the alley below in shades of sharp geometry. Steel pipes. Broken signs. A narrow path.

They wouldn’t follow.

🌆 The Chase

Bast dropped fast between buildings, her wings folding in just enough to fit between two neon-lit balconies. Behind her, a vampire courier tried the same move—and clipped a railing.

CRACK.
One down.

The other two tailed her, firing bolts of aether-thread magic from crossbows that hummed like dying stars. One bolt scraped past her boot, slicing through her leggings.

“Cheap shot,” she muttered. Then she clicked her tongue sharply—a sonar pulse burst out, ricocheting down the corridor of glass and steel ahead.

She found what she was looking for.

A collapsing scaffold — metal barely held together by spell-glue and rust.

She dove under it, then sharply twisted and slapped a resonance rune onto the metal strut.

Behind her: the second vampire courier hit the scaffolding just as Bast’s rune detonated in a wave of sound-pressure magic. No explosion. Just a boom in the bones.

Two down.

🧭 The Final Stretch

The Arcane Spire was in sight now — a twisting tower of living crystal and skyglass, pulsing with arcane currents. But something felt off. Her ears pricked again.

Silence.
Too much of it.

She clicked. No echo.

Bast slammed her wings closed just in time as a null-magic field flared around her. An ambush net. Someone serious wanted this delivery stopped.

She dropped like a stone for three seconds before hitting her wind-jump boots, rebounding off a power line, twisting midair.

“You want to mess with my echoes?” she snarled. “Let me show you what happens.”

She bit down on her lower lip — drew just a touch of blood — and whispered a spell.

A deep, bone-rattling hum erupted from her chest — not vocal cords, but magic — tuned to the null-field's exact frequency. The air shimmered. The trap shattered like glass.

The last vampire, watching from a cloaked glider, suddenly found their tech scrambled by the frequency burst. Their glider spun out, crashing into the side of a mana-reactive billboard that promptly displayed:

"🦇 NOT A VAMPIRE. STOP ASKING. 🦇"

She might’ve programmed that billboard in advance. Just in case.

📬 The Drop

Bast landed on the Arcane Spire’s upper balcony with five seconds to spare, wings folding neatly behind her.

Dr. Vale was already there, flanked by golems. A glowing field extended to accept the obsidian package from her clawed hand.

“Any trouble?” he asked, voice flat.

She cracked her neck. “Just the usual bloodsuckers. You might wanna patch your job listing filter. Bloodborne tried to intercept.”

Vale blinked. “They shouldn’t have known—”

“Yeah,” Bast cut in, already walking to the edge of the platform. “They did. But they’re a lot quieter now.”

She dropped backward off the building, wings flaring like a shadow against the moon.

🦇 Epilogue: City Whisper

Later that night, the magical underground was already buzzing:

“Silverwing smoked three Bloodborne couriers.”
“They tried to jam her echoes. Didn’t even touch her.”
“She used sound to bring down a null-field.”
“Was it true what the billboard said?”

No one really knew where she’d come from.

But they all knew one thing:
If you needed something delivered through the sky — fast, quiet, and untouchable — you called Bast Silverwing.

Just don’t call her a vampire.

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