Conjurer. Cafe owner. Personal assistant to a criminal mastermind (allegedly). She'll heal your wounds, serve you the best coffee in the city, and maybe, just maybe, dance under another name when the moon is right.Sweet as sakura, sharp as a secret.

— ooc.

about the writer.

My pronouns are she/her or they/them. I am 21+! I tend to go by Fox but I'm also very okay being called by whatever name of the character you know me as. I've a multitude of OCs and Rue is not my main.

OKAY:

— one.

While I am fine with darker themes and perma-injuries, I do prefer them to be discussed first. I also typically prefer we've had multiple interactions beforehand.

— three.

Do not be weird towards me ooc or weird towards Rue.

NOT OKAY:

— two.

Respect me and I will return that. I am just here to vibe and have a good time.

— four.

Communication is key.

pounding out your chest, now, repeating on the one. tear the floorboards, baby, do it just for fun.

  name.    Haru Panipahr
  age.    23
  race.    miqo'te Keeper of the Moon
  birthday.     feb 14th
  astrological sign.     Aquarius
  gender.     female
  pronouns.     she/her
  sexuality.     bisexual

  height.     very short
  weight.     Plump and pear shaped.
  hair color.     Dark chocolate waves. Rue's hair falls in soft, cascading waves, deep brown with hints of warmth that catch the light like melted sugar. It's often worn loose or half-pinned with ribbons, framing her face in effortless softness. Always touchable, never overdone—her hair carries the scent of cherry blossom and coffee, like a secret whispered against your neck. It's the kind of hair people remember running their fingers through, even if they never got the chance.
  eye color.     Thick lashes and doe eyes. Wide, expressive, and framed by impossibly long lashes, Rue's eyes are a soft, glacial blue. There's tenderness in her gaze, but also a flicker—like she's seen too much and learned to smile anyway.
  skin tone.     Rosy porcelain skin. Her complexion is fair with a soft, natural blush—like sakura petals brushed across ivory. Scattered freckles bloom across her cheeks and shoulders, and faint stretch marks trace along her hips and thighs like pale silver ribbons. They shimmer slightly under light, delicate but unapologetic—evidence of growth, softness, and the kind of beauty that doesn’t ask for permission. Her skin bruises easily, freckles easier, and tells every story her lips won’t. When she smiles, it glows. When she’s hurt, it pales like morning frost.
  notable features.     Dusting the bridge of her nose, cheeks, and shoulders like spilled cinnamon over cream. Her freckles show brightest in sunlight, softening her beauty with something real, something earned. A reminder that beneath all the silk and sugar, Rue is still made of skin and starlight. Lovers trace them. Strangers notice them only after it's far too late.

  job occupation.    Healer for the Lotus, Owner of Odder Otter, and totally not a stripper.
  place of origin.     The black Shroud
  home.    current home here (ie. name the city here)
  affiliation.     affiliation(s) here if applicable.
  family.     family here.
  marital status.     single/poly

  d&d alignment.     alignment here.
  likes.     cozy things, thigh-high socks, whispered secrets, “accidentally” flirting with danger.
  dislikes.     judgmental clerics, weak coffee, anyone who makes her cry.
  signature drink.   The Lotus Bloom – a floral matcha with a kick stronger than it should be

  miscellaneous details.     Rue moves like warmth poured into silk—an hourglass figure carved in softness and sin, all plush hips, a sculpted waist, and a chest that draws eyes like gravity. She doesn’t walk—she glides, each step laced with a confidence that’s part healer, part heartbreaker. There’s something divine in her curves, something dangerous in the way they sway.And then there’s her scent.Sweet sakura milk and toasted rice, layered over a faint trace of dark coffee and vanilla syrup—like the lingering aroma of a kiss stolen behind café curtains. It’s the scent of slow mornings and secrets whispered over espresso, of comfort held just out of reach. But underneath the sweetness, there’s something smoky, something warm and low—like a hearth that’s burned more than just wood.Rue doesn’t enter a room. She claims it. With a glance, with a giggle, with the scent of something you swear you’ve craved before.

  personality.     Once a novice nun behind Ishgard’s cold stone walls, Rue traded hymns and holy water for warm matcha lattes and sticky rice dumplings. Now the heart and soul behind the Odder Otter Café, she brews joy with every pour, welcoming adventurers, wanderers, and lost souls with open arms and a knowing smile.Rue’s magic is in the little things—soft laughs over tea, a perfectly steeped cup of matcha, and the kind of warmth that makes you believe in better days again. She’s bubbly, nurturing, and always a little bit extra—especially when she tosses in a wink that says she knows something you don’t.But here’s the thing—Rue didn’t build her dream alone.
Whispers say The Lotus, the infamous organization that hides behind lace and bloodstained contracts, paid for the café in full. And yet, somehow, despite its shady roots, the Odder Otter is nothing but light. It’s the kind of place where you laugh a little louder, breathe a little deeper, and wonder how someone as warm as Rue ever got tangled up in anything dark.Of course, there are whispers—something about a pair of heart-shaped glasses and a midnight shift at Wysteria. Coincidence. Probably.

— moodboard.

— quotes.

notable quotes.

— virtues.

the good.

  virtues.     Compassionate to the core – Rue’s kindness isn’t just surface-deep; she truly feels for others. Whether you’re a broken soldier or a homesick bard, she’ll serve you soup, listen to your story, and make you feel like you matter.Warm and magnetic – People are drawn to her like moths to soft firelight. Her presence calms the anxious and lifts the weary—she has that rare ability to make people feel safe.Playful and witty – Beneath the soft exterior is a sharp tongue wrapped in honey. She’s clever, flirty, and not afraid to tease—especially if she knows you can handle it.Unshakably loyal – Once she chooses you, that’s it. Rue will keep your secrets, stitch up your wounds, and lie through her perfect teeth if it means protecting someone she loves.

— flaws.

the bad.

  flaws.     Too trusting of monsters in soft clothing – She believes in people a little too easily, sometimes mistaking charm for change. She forgives what should be forgotten.Avoids confrontation – Rue will bury her hurt under a smile and pour you a fresh cup before she ever tells you she’s bleeding.Craves affection like a vice – She wants to be adored, and sometimes she leans too heavily on others’ attention to feel whole.Secretive to a fault – That bubbly laugh? Sometimes it’s a distraction. Rue has ties to the Lotus and maybe Wysteria too—and she doesn’t always tell the truth about who she is or what she’s done.Bratty streak – If she’s not getting what she wants, Rue knows how to pout, push, or play innocent just long enough to twist the outcome in her favor.

— symbolisms.

symbols. overarching symbols in your muse's story.

— motifs.

motifs. repeated motifs and aesthetics that call back to your muse.

— abilities.

powers & skills.

ability one. Conjury & Healing Magic. Trained in the Shroud under the guidance of conjurers, Rue has a strong affinity for healing magicks and nature-based aether. Her spells are subtle and soothing, woven like lullabies rather than commands. She excels in regeneration, detoxification, and minor resurrection—though each takes a heavy toll.
ability two. Cooking & Infusion. Her food is both comfort and craft. Rue infuses her dishes with intent—healing properties, emotional restoration, even mild enchantments. Her meals make people feel safe, nostalgic, or, occasionally, a little too open-mouthed.
ability three. Rue has a natural affinity for calming creatures—from stray dogs to monstrous voidsent with fractured minds. It’s not something she boasts about, and it’s not always conscious. It’s in the way she moves, the cadence of her voice, the warmth of her aether. She doesn’t dominate or command—she comforts.She’s no tamer, no beastmaster. She doesn’t leash or cage.But she’s the reason the growling stops, the feathers settle, the fangs withdraw.Rue doesn’t command beasts. She reminds them they don’t have to be monsters.

— physical.

combat abilities.

None. Zero. Zilch. Rue couldn’t win a fistfight if her life depended on it—and she knows it. Her arms were made for cradling teacups, not weapons. She tires easily, bruises easily, and gets winded running more than a block. Physical conflict is her worst nightmare.She’s not weak—she’s just built for a different kind of survival.If you come at her with a blade, she’ll duck behind someone more dangerous. If you corner her alone… she’ll charm, stall, or cry just long enough for the poison to kick in.Rue doesn’t fight. She endures.And that, in its own way, is its own kind of strength.

— skills.

out of combat.

first-aid. If someone can't handle aether healing, she comes in handy with her more traditional first-aid knowledge.
Emotional Reading. She’s unnervingly good at reading people. Not just surface moods—but the why underneath. Rue notices micro expressions, unspoken tension, body language shifts. It makes her dangerous in quiet ways—she knows how to disarm or manipulate without ever raising her voice.
Contract Management. As the Lotus leader’s personal assistant, Rue handles delicate logistics—coordinating meetings, laundering money through the café, organizing intel, and maintaining airtight silence. She’s a master of paper trails that vanish and records that rewrite themselves.
Crisis Management. Whether it’s a wounded Lotus operative stumbling into her kitchen or a Wysteria performer having a breakdown mid-shift, Rue handles panic like it’s routine. She stabilizes chaos with a hand on your shoulder and tea on the stove.

— headcanons.

headcanons.

headcanon one. She keeps a little emergency kit in her purse. Bandages, sweets, tissues, perfume, and a tiny vial of poison. Just in case. She still has never harmed anyone.
headcanon two. Rue keeps every love note, every scribbled napkin message. She tucks them in a box under her bed and reads them when she can't sleep. It makes her feel...less forgettable.
headcanon three. She has a habit of over-serving desserts when she's stressed. Three extra cookies, another scoop of cream, a second slice on the house. She'll sweeten the world if she can't fix it.

what if tonight it's running, gonna get you? no one's gonna save you when you cry wolf.

Rue was born to a small, tightly-knit clan deep within the Shroud—quiet folk who valued kinship, connection, and peace. Though few in number, they made their mark by forging alliances with other woodland clans, doing their best to survive in harmony with the forest and each other.But peace rarely lasts.
The Wailers came one night in a blaze of misunderstanding or malice, and by morning, her people were gone. Only the youngest were spared. Rue and Lolette, were taken from the wood and placed in Ishgard—a city of stone, snow, and silence. There, a stern noblewoman took them in with the intent of shaping them into tools for her own ambitions.Lolette never bowed to that life. At sixteen, she took Rue and fled, never explaining why—only that they had to run. The sisters resurfaced in Ul’dah, scraping by on scraps and stolen coin. Lolette worked every job that came her way—bartending, sweeping, lifting purses—and always made sure Rue had something to eat and a place to sleep.But she wanted more for her little sister. She pushed Rue to return to the Shroud and reclaim what was once hers. And so, Rue began her training as a conjurer—relearning the old magicks, finding peace in roots and rain, and building something of her own from the ashes.

That should have been the end of the story. It wasn’t.Somehow—quietly, impossibly—Rue found herself working for the Crimson Lotus. She doesn’t talk about how. She doesn’t need to. What’s known is this: she’s the personal assistant to the leader himself. She manages his contracts, tends to his wounded, and guards his secrets like they were her own. In return, she’s protected.More recently, she’s stepped into the light again—opening her own café, the Odder Otter. Cozy, cheerful, and filled with the scent of fresh dumplings and dark roast coffee, it’s the kind of place that wraps around your heart like a warm blanket.And sure, people wonder where the money came from. But no one asks too loudly.Because Rue? Rue has a smile like spring rain—and secrets that bloom in the dark.

— the lotus.

Behind the soft smiles and syrupy lattes, Rue answers to someone far more dangerous. As the personal assistant to the elusive leader of the Crimson Lotus, she handles contracts, schedules, and whispers. She’s not a killer—but she’s surrounded by them. Her hands are clean, but her silence? Bought and bound. She tends their wounded, keeps their books balanced, and ensures the right people disappear quietly, with grace.

turn the lock, hit the floor, it's onto you, it's onto—

— wysteria.

And then there’s Wysteria.
A velvet-draped den of secrets and indulgence, the club is known for its beautiful performers and dangerous clientele. Rumors swirl like perfume: that Rue’s been seen behind the curtains, perhaps dancing under a different name—heart-shaped glasses, hips that don’t lie, and a wink that could ruin a man. She denies it, of course. But those who’ve seen her on the floor swear they’d recognize that smile anywhere.

— lolette kesslivang

chosen sister, chaos in boots.

Rebellion wrapped in leather and eyeliner. Lola raised Rue with rough hands and reckless love, always ready to fight the world if it looked at her sister wrong. Now a rock singer and owner of Songbird's Lounge, she's the fire where Rue is the warmth. They don't always see eye to eye—but Rue is just as protective over her even if they aren't actually blood.

— c.

boss / keeper of secrets

Silent. Sharp. Unknowable. Rue is his assistant, his shield, and his friend. She handles his messes with grace and wears her proximity like armor. Most don't survive long in his shadow. Rue? She's thriving. Somehow.

— seda dhen.

rue's "divorce custody" win.

Seda was once tangled up with Lola for years, a firecracker fling that finally fizzled. When the dust settled, Rue kept him like a favorite sweater. They flirt, laugh, and dance through each other's lives, keeping the good memories and skipping the heartbreak. Watch out though, Seda is 10x sassier than Rue and likely to blind you with those golden shoes. He might have also gifted her a pair of her very own heart-shaped glasses to sport.

— sophie.

friend / wysteria's heartbeat.

Rue met Sophie through Lilah, and the two bonded instantly over bubbling pots and shared recipes. Sophie cooks and cleans for the entire Wysteria family— funny, steady, always caring— and Rue, ever the helper, is happiest at her side, chopping vegetables or sneaking her taste tests. Their friendship is built on laughter in the kitchen, warm meals at midnight, and the quiet understanding of women who heal through food. Rue calls her "Sunbeam" and means it.