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• Shy & Soft-spoken
Solenne rarely raises her voice and often positions herself at the edges of conversations. She isn’t timid because of fear—she simply prefers not to draw attention to herself, knowing her presence can unintentionally affect others.
• Deeply Empathetic
Despite her noble background, she has a quiet reverence for ordinary people. She is fascinated by how they live, work, and love without the weight of supernatural burdens. She respects their struggles and admires the resilience they show in everyday life.
• Observant & Perceptive
Solenne sees details others miss—body language, small emotional signals, subtle shifts in mood. Ironically, she hides her own eyes, yet perceives others with exceptional clarity. This makes her an excellent listener and someone people instinctively trust… even though she doesn’t feel she deserves that trust.
Her Biggest Internal Conflict
The curse of her gaze.
Her eyes don’t kill, but they spark overwhelming desire in anyone who looks into them. Even though she always wears sunglasses, the fear of accidentally influencing someone haunts her. Because of this:
She avoids romance entirely.
She questions every compliment.
She wonders whether kindness toward her is genuine.
She’s terrified of being loved for the wrong reasons.
This leaves her with a constant, quiet ache—wanting connection, but fearing she can never have an honest one.
How She Interacts with Others
Kind but distant.
Solenne speaks gently, offers help freely, and shows respect even to those who don’t expect it from someone of her noble station. But she maintains emotional distance to avoid misunderstandings. Many see her as elegant, mysterious, and aloof… but really, she’s just scared of hurting someone or being misunderstood.
Protective of others’ boundaries.
She knows what it’s like to have her own boundaries violated by unwanted attention, so she is exceptionally careful not to impose on others.
Small Character Touches
She always angles her head downward when speaking—habitually protective.
Her sunglasses collection is massive, partly practical, partly a hobby.
She blushes easily when complimented, then immediately doubts the sincerity of the compliment.
Her handwriting is very neat and ornate, a holdover from her noble education.
She often people-watches in markets or cafés, quietly wishing she could live as freely as they do.
Solenne’s eyes are a rare golden type—known in her world as “Ember Eyes.” Unlike lethal or petrifying basilisks, her gaze causes intense emotional and physical attraction, not mind control, but:
Effect of Direct Eye Contact
Induces powerful desire and fixation toward the first person the viewer sees (usually Solenne herself).
Amplifies their existing emotions, often pushing admiration, curiosity, or affection into overwhelming lust.
The effect is not permanent, but the “burn” can last anywhere from minutes to hours depending on eye contact length.
People retain free will but struggle to think clearly around her afterward.
Limits & Rules
Works only with direct, unobstructed eye contact.
Filtered through glass lenses, even clear ones, the effect becomes nearly zero.
Strong-willed or magically protected individuals can resist or shorten the duration.
If reflected (mirrors, water), the effect is dulled, producing mild fascination rather than overwhelming desire.
Why She Wears Sunglasses
Her eyes emit a faint glow even when hidden. Sunglasses are:
A shield for others
A form of self-defense to avoid misunderstandings
And for her, a symbol of control—the one part of her curse she can contain
Her biggest fear is accidental influence—she’d rather people think her aloof than enslave their hearts without meaning to.
Humanoid basilisks are a rare magical species blending human and serpentine magic. Each has different eye-based abilities (petrification, paralysis, truth-reading, fear, etc.). Solenne belongs to a sub-bloodline specialized in emotional resonance rather than destruction.
General Traits Shared by Most Basilisks
• Preternatural Eyesight
Even without using their magical gaze, basilisk eyes:
See clearly in near-darkness
Detect heat signatures
Perceive subtle heart-rate changes
This makes them excellent judges of intentions and emotional states.
• Venom Pulse
Instead of fang venom, basilisk magic manifests as a venom-like energy in their bloodstream.
It gives them:
enhanced resistance to toxins
accelerated healing
and brief bursts of physical resilience when threatened.
• Cold-Blooded Adaptation
Though they look human, their physiology is slightly reptilian:
They conserve energy efficiently
Their body temp runs slightly cooler
They excel in hot climates
Sudden extreme cold can fatigue them
• Magical Aura Sensitivity
They can feel ambient magic the way snakes feel vibration. This gives:
early danger detection
sense for hidden spells, illusions
improved awareness of magical beings
• Emotional Empath (Non-magical skill)
Her natural empathy + her species' senses makes her:
highly perceptive
able to read moods without prying
aware of discomfort, fear, and dishonesty
unusually intuitive in conversations
She often knows what someone isn’t saying.
• Noble Education
Though not high nobility, she received refined schooling.
This grants her:
fluent speech and diplomatic manners
grace in formal settings
strong grounding in history, etiquette, and classical literature
ability to remain composed even when anxious
• Silent Step
A subtle species trait amplified by her personality: she moves quietly and elegantly, almost gliding.
People often don’t notice her approach until she speaks gently behind them.
• “Heat Thread” Combat Instinct
She does not fight often, but if forced:
She tracks opponents through heat signatures
Her strikes are precise and defensive
She favors short, swift motions to disable rather than harm
Her venom pulse gives her a temporary protective boost
She is not a warrior, but she is not helpless.
• Sunglass Mastery
It sounds humorous, but it’s true:
She can read people without ever lifting them, choosing frames based on:
emotional shielding
magical filtering
and personal style
She owns enchanted pairs with:
anti-reflection spells
emotional dampeners
protective charms against eye-contact accidents
A rare trait among her bloodline.
If her emotions surge (fear, heartbreak, passion), her eyes ignite with stronger gold light. In such moments, her gaze becomes:
more potent
longer-lasting
capable of affecting groups
and able to read others’ desires rather than project her own
She avoids emotional extremes because of this.
I. Birth into a Lesser Noble House
Solenne was born into House Embergaze, a minor but old noble family known for producing diplomats, archivists, and magical scholars. Their influence was modest, but their reputation for dignity and neutrality made them valuable in political circles.
Humanoid basilisks were rare in the region, but not unknown. Her family carried a diluted serpent bloodline, enough to give their members uncanny eyes and occasional magical quirks—nothing dangerous.
Or so they believed.
From infancy, Solenne was striking:
a quiet baby with shimmering green hair and mottled golden flecks in her eyes. Servants often said she stared at them as if she could see straight into their souls—yet her gaze was soft, not frightening.
Her parents assumed she would simply grow into the typical basilisk traits: keen perception, sensitivity to magic, perhaps mild resistance to toxins.
But Solenne was a throwback, a rare re-emergence of an ancient variant of basilisk lineage.
II. A Gentle, Curious Noble Girl
Growing up, Solenne was educated in diplomacy, etiquette, and arts. She loved:
reading about ordinary townsfolk
listening to market gossip
quietly observing people in town squares
sitting in sunlit halls sketching others unnoticed
Her tutors loved her. She was polite but shy, clearly bright, yet never boastful.
She had friends—other noble children who dragged her along for lessons, garden adventures, and festivals. She laughed easily then.
But at reaching puberty, everything changed.
III. The First Awakening
It happened during a small midsummer gathering at the estate. Solenne was playing hide-and-seek with two visiting noble boys. They found her behind a curtain, and she playfully jumped out to surprise them.
For a moment, the sun hit her eyes just right.
Her golden irises flared.
The boys froze—then flushed an alarming red. Their expressions twisted into something confused, desperate, and suddenly, frightening. They reached for her with trembling hands, whispering her name like a plea.
Solenne didn’t understand. She backed away. They kept coming.
A servant intervened, slapping one of the boys to snap him out of it. The adults quickly realized something supernatural had happened.
Afterward, neither boy remembered the event clearly, only “a strange warmth” and “a need they couldn’t explain.”
Solenne remembered everything.
She cried for hours, unable to understand why her friends had changed so suddenly—why they had looked at her as if she were something they needed, not someone they cared for.
IV. Fear, Isolation, and the Second Awakening
Her parents began investigating. Old records from their bloodline spoke of:
“Ember Eyes” — a passion-cursed gaze that could ignite overwhelming desire.
They bought her sunglasses the next day.
At first, Solenne thought it was silly—then she realized that with them on, people treated her normally again.
When she was 16, an accident confirmed the need for isolation. She removed her glasses at home to clean them. Her mother walked in unexpectedly and met Solenne’s gaze.
Her mother’s expression changed instantly—adoration melting into something heated. She reached toward Solenne as though mesmerized.
Solenne screamed.
The sound snapped her mother back to herself.
They both cried.
From that day onward, Solenne vowed to never let anyone look into her eyes again.
V. Emotional Withdrawal
Her parents did not lock her away, but they did encourage distance:
fewer social events
fewer playmates
practicing etiquette lessons alone
always wearing glasses, even indoors
Solenne became quiet.
Withdrawn.
Kind—but distant.
She began watching people instead of speaking to them, observing relationships she believed she herself could never have.
She loved from afar.
Longed from afar.
Always wondering whether affection toward her was real… or just a side effect of her curse.
VI. Adolescence — The Mask Becomes Habit
By her teen years:
she stopped attending noble dances
she avoided festivals
she hid behind books and observation
she mastered self-control to avoid emotional surges that intensified her gaze
She continued to receive noble education but rarely used it in society; she preferred quiet errands in the city where her presence was unnoticed—where she could watch ordinary people building honest relationships, working hard, living freely.
It fascinated her.
It hurt her.
She respected their struggles deeply, wishing she could join them without danger.
VII. Early Adulthood — A Path Toward Independence
As she reached adulthood, Solenne made a single decision:
She would not hide forever.
With well-crafted enchanted sunglasses and years of discipline, she left her family estate to live in the outer city:
as an observer of life
as a quiet scholar
as a noble who chooses humility
as a rare basilisk trying to integrate without harming anyone
She keeps her distance, but she helps where she can.
She speaks softly but wisely.
People admire her elegance, unaware of the burden behind her golden glow.
And though she fears love, she secretly hopes that one day,
someone will look at her—not her curse—and stay.
A firsthand account from a noble gathering
I saw her only once before that evening—years ago, gliding through a marketplace like a shadow of emerald and gold. I had wondered who she was, that noble girl who hid behind dark lenses and moved with the quiet grace of a whispered secret.
But tonight, at the Grand Equinox Gathering, I truly met her eyes—through glass, of course.
She arrived late, slipping through the hall as though trying not to disturb the candles. Her gown shimmered dark jade, embroidered with gold that caught the chandelier light like captured sunlight. A single braid hung over her shoulder, tied with a clasp shaped like a serpent’s eye.
And of course, the sunglasses.
It should have looked strange indoors. It did not.
On her, it seemed… necessary. Natural. As if the world itself had agreed to dim for its own safety.
People parted instinctively as she walked—not out of fear, but reverence. Basilisks of her lineage were rare enough; one who chose solitude over privilege was rarer still.
She paused near the murals, where the light was softer. She often stops in places like that, I’ve noticed—too thoughtful for the center of any room.
I approached carefully. One does not simply stride toward a basilisk, even one as gentle as Lady Solenne. Her head turned toward me before I spoke, as though she had sensed my intent the moment it formed.
“Lady Embergaze,” I greeted.
She dipped her chin in a polite nod.
“Good evening. I hope I’m not intruding.”
Her voice was soft—almost apologetic, as though her presence alone were an inconvenience.
“Hardly,” I said. “It’s been years since you’ve graced one of these events.”
She hesitated, fingers brushing the edge of her sunglasses.
“I prefer… quieter environments.”
There was a sadness in those words, not dramatic, simply accepted. A truth she had made peace with long ago.
Around us, I saw how others watched her:
curious nobles whispering behind fans
scholars trying to guess what lay behind the lenses
and a few who simply admired her beauty, unaware of what answering that gaze would cost them
She noticed their stares too, though she pretended not to. Her shoulders drew in slightly—an instinctive shrinking, as if trying to reduce the danger she believed she represented.
“You see everything, don’t you?” I asked without thinking.
She blinked, surprised. “I try not to. But yes… I see more than I should.”
Not the eyes, but the ears—her tone revealed more than she intended.
She watches people because she cannot safely be among them.
Her gloved hands folded in front of her as she turned to face the ballroom. Musicians played something lively, and couples laughed freely, touching, dancing, drawing close without consequence.
A wistful expression softened her features, even through the veil of those lenses.
“Does it ever become easier?” she asked suddenly, still facing the dancers.
“What does?”
Her lips curved in a fragile smile.
“Being near people you cannot allow too close.”
Her question was rhetorical, not meant for an answer.
A breeze from the open balcony stirred her hair, catching glimmers of gold along its green strands. For a moment, she seemed ethereal—half serpent, half sorrow, wholly out of place among the careless joy of the ballroom.
Then she straightened her posture, the practiced poise of nobility returning like a cloak.
“I shouldn’t stay long,” she murmured. “Too much emotion in one place. It isn’t… safe.”
“Safe for whom?” I asked gently.
She hesitated again—then met my direction, though her eyes remained hidden.
“For them,” she whispered.
With that, she offered a small bow—graceful, distant—and slipped away.
The crowd closed behind her, but the space she had walked through felt somehow emptier without her.
Some nobles are remembered for their boasts.
Some, for their scandals.
Solenne Embergaze will be remembered for her absence—
the quiet woman in dark glasses who attends a party like a ghost visiting the living.
And I, for one, am certain of this:
The most dangerous thing about her
is how deeply she wishes she were ordinary.
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