🪞 SECTION I — Identity
Name: songwen naimara (宋文耐玛拉)
Age: 21
Species: shadow blooded witch
House Affiliation: 🌒 THIRD EYE
Role: student (+ fashion consultant, broom-racing champion, curfew violator)
Background: naimara was born on the first spring storm of the year, thunder and temple bells overlapping. her mother called it "an omen of drama." the monks called it "a reopening of an old contract." she grew up between two worlds: incense and iphones, temple scrolls and trending sounds. her family ran a shrine that doubled as a teahouse, mortal tourists came for matcha, but those who could see came for blessings. naimara learned to swipe cards with one hand and trace sigils with the other. by the time she was 13, she could charm vending machines into giving free drinks and call breezes through city streets to make her commute faster. the letter from hyde academy arrived folded into a paper crane that flew in through her window during a thunderstorm. it landed on her laptop keyboard and spoke: "the winds remember you. come home, child." she packed before dawn.
🕯️ SECTION II — Aura & Style
Aesthetic / Monster Fit: a storm dressed in couture. naimara's magic manifests as ribbons of silver wind and glimmering motes of dust, twisting through her black hair like restless ghosts and spirits. she wears talisman-thread chokers and glossy black boots that click like metronomes. her broom (affectionately nicknamed cyclone) is enchanted with navigation charms, a spotify playlist, and an emergency espresso shot spell. her power isn't quiet. her spells arrive in gusts, her laughter flutters curtains, her presence hums like a hairdryer in the dark.
Power of Air: command over atmosphere, breath, whispers, life. she can fly, levitate, disperse toxins, she's telepathic and can bend sound waves.
Parrot Tongue: by breathing in someone's words, she can repeat them in any voice; useful for gossip between girl friends and to annoy harpies.
Wind Veil: a defense charm that renders her nearly invisible in motion.
Weaknesses: unstable emotional barometer, her mood writes the weather. the air listens to her too closely; when she panics, storms bloom. and she is allergic to stillness and boring, useless people.
Personality Shift: idol naimei was this composed, sculpted, shining trophy. witch naimara is a different creature, a manic pixie banshee with daddy issues. her laughter cuts; she is all movement, defiance, indulgence. harley quinn in a hanbok. she loves recklessly, fights beautifully, and cries so hard the lights flicker.
Motivation: she says she's here "for higher education and low-stakes dating pool," but beneath the wit is just a confused girl. she has a longing to understand why she was chosen to bear her family's legacy. some nights, when the storms whisper her name in ancient tongues, she feels the ache of duty, to protect her family, her coven, and to rewrite the stories that erased her history.
every witch has a myth buried in her veins. hers is older than ink.
in the famous chronicles of HUA MULAN, there was said to be a companion (unnamed, unseen) who conjured storms on the northern plains, masking the army's retreat in fog. she was a wind-witch, born of a mountain temple and promised to air sprites. history forgot her. the empire erased her name, branding her an "unnatural phenomenon." but spirits have long memories. the 'wind general' (a sentient gust born from a dragon's last breath) carried the companion's soul through centuries, nesting it in the bodies of her descendants, waiting for one bold enough to reclaim it.
naimara was one of those in her line to remember, along with her grandmother and aunt. as a child, she dreamt of armor and battlefields, of riding through clouds beside a woman with a sword and hair like nightfall. when she asked her grandmother, the old crone only smiled: "our ancestor was not the warrior. she was the wind that carried her." now, between lectures and broom races, naimara writes essays on the importance of lost heroines and politics of historical erasure.
🕸️ SECTION IV — Arcane Mark
she joined a coven! the gaggle of five bear a mark, a sigil that binds their magic. naimara's mark spreads across her back in silver-white when she casts: a stylized swirl resembling both a typhoon and a chrysanthemum. in chinese folklore, it's called the seal of breath. when she releases too much energy, it glows through her clothes, an unintentional light show, really. she claims it's "a feature, not a bug." the mark also links her to her coven; five girls, each with a talisman representing an element and a shared transformation oath. naimara talisman is an agate pendant shaped like a feather, worn at her throat. it vibrates when her sisters are in danger, humming like windchimes before a storm.
Name: yun (雲, "cloud")
Form: a tiny dragon, no bigger than a teacup yorkshire, with pearly green scales that shimmer like mist. he's wingsless, folding neatly like a snake when he curls into a nap. eyes like thunderheads gleam, and his tail flickers into vapor whenever he gets excited or playful. yun once served hua mulan and the companion in the old dynasties, carrying messages and whispers of storms through battlefields. now, he lounges atop naimara's spellbooks, demanding bubble tea pearls and sunbeams. yun can speak human tongue, but prefers to communicate in soft chirps, puffs of smoke, and miniature lightning sparks that trace patterns in the air. sometimes he even texts naimara memes by tapping enchanted runes on her phone. the little guy has a wicked sense of humor. when her magic spins out of control, the tiny dragon flutters to her wrist, nips gently, and leaves faint spiral-shaped burnishes, reminders to breathe, center herself, and laugh at the chaos she can summon.
✨ SECTION VI — Transformation Sequence
when the coven transforms, naimara feels like she can finally exhale. the world holds its breath. air thickens around her, lifting strands of her hair as feathers unfurl from the ends. her pendant shatters into light, reforming into a glowing halo that spins like a turbine. the ground cracks beneath her as wind glyphs ignite in a circle. mandarin, hangul, kanji, thai script swirling together, forming the spell of unity. then the gust explodes upward, wrapping her in ribbons of translucent silk that coil into armor, colored bodice, storm-blue gloves, boots that spark like static, and fae wings. the final touch: her hair grows to waist-length. when she joins the others (fire, water, earth, quintessence [spirit], their combined light forms a sigil in the sky: 五魂一心, five souls, one heart.
to mortals, it looks like aurora. to witches, it's a warning.
🕷️ SECTION VII — The Blackout Effect
Do they remember the original HYDE? Or believe they’ve always lived here? Any glitch-visions / lingering memories? her memories are fractured, buried. naimara believes she's always been a hyde student, though sometimes she hears echoes; applause, cameras flashing, a melody, "you got me looking for attention~," she hums without knowing the words. in her dreams, she stands on a stage, wind machines blasting her hair, the same way she controls storms now. sometimes, her reflection glitches, in one mirror she's in her supernatural uniform, in another she's wearing hyper-stylized outfits for popstars. once, during a satanic ritual (don't ask; partying with witches from the west is WILD), she found a concert ticket stub folded inside her grimoire. the date read a year before she was born.
A rumor whispered about them in the dorms if you wake up at 3:33 AM and your window is open, you'll hear her broom outside, circling the dorms. some say she's patrolling for trouble. others say she's looking for her lost melody, the song that can break the reincarnation loop.
🌒 SECTION VIII — Lore Notes
The Eastern Star Coven: HYDE academy is allied with a central coven of east asian witches called, "church of twilight." naimara's branch focuses on preserving forgotten dark mythologies through magic and art. they host an annual festival where spells are disguised as k-pop acts.
Modern Tech & Witchcraft: naimara runs a broom-maintenance app called RIDE THE WIND. it syncs with weather APIs for optimal flight paths. she also codes protection charms into QR codes, scan one and your DMs become ghost-proof.
Academy Reputations: professors describe her as "a walking hazard, but academically perfect." students call her the typhoon in heels.
Her Coven of Five: (disclaimer because i followed the w.i.t.c.h. lore and spun the elemental roles at random for those who said they're interested, but please switch them up however you want and i'll edit accordingly)
@hdminah — FIRE (always singed)
@hdnayoung — WATER (passive-aggressive mermaid energy)
SPOT OPEN — EARTH (tattoos herbs into her skin)
@hdmiru — QUINTESSENCE (can talk to electronic objects)
yogether, they protect the barrier between hyde and the mortal world, sometimes through ritual, sometimes through performance art.
Personal Motto: "history forgot me once. i intend to be unforgettable."
Fun Fact, Actually Really, Really Sad Fact: she once accidentally summoned a minor wind god during finals. it graded her essay, left comments in calligraphy, and gave her an a-minus. she refuses to talk about it.
End of File: SONGWEI NAIMARA
Status: active witch, magical girls potential: catastrophic.
Faculty Note: encourage meditation. or more storms. hard to say which will help.
