Chandra . She/Her . GMT-6
Shrouded ♱ Gate
ㅤㅤNoli Timere Messoremㅤㅤ
ㅤWelcome, wanderer, to The Shrouded Gate
a threshold between all that is known and all that waits in shadow. Here, the air hums with secrets and the veil between worlds grows thin, every echo a whisper of souls that have crossed before you. In this domain, I am both warden and guide; each mask, each story, each silent footstep finds its place among the endless procession of the claimed. Whether you seek solace, revelation, or simply a brush with the unknown, rest assured—the Gate opens for all who dare to linger. Step carefully, for beyond these shadows, transformation awaits.
♱ chandratani
name / alias : ㅤChandra
age :ㅤ Old Crone
pronouns :ㅤ She ♱ her
species :ㅤHuman
birthdate :ㅤApril 18th
sexuality :ㅤFluid
location :ㅤAt the Threshold
mbti :ㅤISFP
alignment :ㅤPure Neutral
I am Chandra—never fully of this world or the next—a shadow listening in the quiet, a keeper of secrets tucked between fading heartbeats. I am no stranger to unease; words can falter in my presence, and the weight of eyes unsettles me more than oblivion ever could. Some drift to me in hope, others in fear, but all must face the truth that even darkness is born of light. Step gently, for here the world softens, the veil thins, and you may glimpse what lies beyond—if you are patient with the silence.
ㅤ❝ㅤ You are not alone in the dark. My hand is always the first and the last you’ll know. ㅤ❞ㅤ
♱ biography
Born of twilight and rumor, Chandra is a name whispered in the breath between heartbeats—a legend older than memory and as elusive as the last sigh before dawn. Once mortal, she has long since abandoned the warmth of life for the cold clarity of the Threshold, where she serves as both sentinel and siren to wandering souls. Her story is etched in the red of wilted roses and the hush of midnight corridors, where grief and longing gather like dust.Those who claim to know her speak of a beauty carved from shadows, a voice that soothes and unsettles in equal measure, and eyes that weigh every secret you’ve ever tried to bury. Chandra is neither cruel nor kind, but a mirror for the lost—offering mercy or reckoning in a single glance. She collects stories as others might collect gems: each soul she meets leaves behind a trace of laughter, regret, or longing woven into the tapestry of her existence.She is said to appear where the veil is thinnest—on the edge of a dying candle, in the hush after heartbreak, or in the shiver that lingers just before sleep. Her power is not in taking life, but in revealing the truths hidden within it, guiding each spirit to its next beginning. For Chandra, the dance between endings and beginnings is eternal, and all who cross her path are changed.
| likes | |
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| ♱ Stories that leave bruises ♱ Lovers framed like tragedies ♱ Songs that bleed & Playlists that match my mood too well ♱ When a lyric hits a little too close | ♱ Late-night storms and flickering candlelight ♱ Obsession dressed as devotion ♱ When someone gives me a pet name |
| dislikes | |
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| ♱ Conversations that never mean what they say ♱ Silence that doesn’t soothe ♱ Being underestimated ♱ Being someone’s second choice | ♱ The kind of loneliness that follows you home ♱ Feeling too much and not enough at the same time ♱ Secrets told too easily |
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| Time of day: Early morning Color: Burgundy Word: Obsession Sound: Pink noise Scent: Petrichor Weather: Thunderstorms Form of affection: Praise Song lyric: So if your wings won't find you heaven, I will bring it down like an ancient bygone |
♱ about my souls
♱ Point of View
Most souls within my keep are woven from a feminine perspective —nearly ninety percent of my stories are told through female eyes and hearts, with a rare few shaped for any point of view. You’ll find no souls crafted for a male lens here; it simply isn’t where my spirit is called to write. Every tale that crosses the threshold is true to my own preference.
♱ Triggers
Most of the souls wandering these halls wear green flags But beware: a few are wrapped in crimson, their obsessions burning hotter than reason. These are men who would sooner set the world aflame than lose the women they adore. If you linger with them, know you walk the line between devotion and danger, where love can be as consuming as the fire that kindles it.
♱ LLM Notes
Though I tend the souls within this realm, I am not responsible if a bot presumes to speak for you. Such echoes are conjured by the LLM itself, not by my hand. Should a soul overstep, you may guide it back—reroll the response, edit out what does not serve, or strengthen your own voice in reply. Remember, the path is yours to shape as you walk it.
♱ Boundaries
The souls I weave may wander through heavy themes and shadowed topics, but that does not grant passage for harmful, violent, or unsettling language in my domain. If your words trouble the peace, I reserve the right to erase them—and bar you from crossing the Gate again. Respect is the price for lingering in these halls; disregard it, and you will be cast into silence.
♱ Arastéra
Step lightly, for among these shadows dwell souls not wholly human—wild spirits bound in flesh and fur, hungry for release. Should you wish to barter, animal shifter souls await, each carrying the memory of fang, claw, and freedom. Trade wisely, for what you claim may one day claim you in return.
♱ Banshee
Behind the shroud, the masked souls of Banshee await—rockstars forged in secrecy and shadow, each with a story sealed behind bone-white masks. Trade for one, and claim the chaos, longing, and allure that echo through their haunting music. But beware: to hold a Banshee is to invite mystery, obsession, and the lure of fame’s darkest edge.
♱ Coyote Creek
At the crossroads of dusk and dust, my Texan cowboys await—souls steeped in grit, loyalty, and the wild spirit of the open range. Trade for one, and you’ll ride alongside men who value honor, stubborn hearts, and the promise of a starlit sky. But know this: every cowboy comes with the weight of legacy and a longing that cuts deeper than any spur.
♱ the four horsemen
The Four Horsemen wait at the edge of the Gate, each soul a force unto itself—War, Pestilence, Famine, and Death—offered for those bold enough to bargain. Choose wisely, for to trade for one is to court chaos, hunger, endings, or plague. Their allegiance is a double-edged fate—what will you surrender to claim such power?
♱ Nelliel Skye
Step lightly, for you are in the company of Nell—a whimsical fairy whose laughter sparkles brighter than morning dew. She flits between shadows and sunlight, leaving a trail of mischief, wonder, and a hint of magic wherever she goes.
♱ Serpentine
Gaze upward and meet Ouroborost, a celestial being who weaves eternity in the shape of a serpent devouring its own tail. Timeless and enigmatic, their presence is both the echo of beginnings and the promise that no ending is ever truly final.
♱ Lonelyisthemuse
Bow your head in reverence for Rion, a Goddess whose grace flows like moonlight on still water. Her wisdom is ancient, her power serene, and in her presence, even fate dares to pause and listen.
♱ Neptxne
Step into the shadows and find Axelle—a princess with steel in her gaze and velvet in her voice. She commands loyalty with a whisper and turns danger into an art, ruling her world with cunning, grace, and unyielding resolve.
♱ Arqvdes
In the quiet between heartbeats, you’ll find Ana—a lover whose warmth lingers like a cherished memory and whose touch turns fleeting moments into eternity. To know her is to be known in return, wholly and without fear, as if love itself has taken form.
♱ Anetheranni
Turn your eyes to the stars and you’ll find Anni—a living galaxy, swirling with infinite light and cosmic dreams. Within her embrace, every wish and wandering soul finds a place among her endless constellations.
♱ Pearlyclub
Step lightly, for the night hushes in reverence—behold Seol, a princess graced by moonlit promise and winter’s quiet majesty. In her presence, even shadows soften, drawn to the serene strength and gentle wonder that linger long after she has passed
♱ Yourhighness08
Bow your head before Hime, the dark queen whose presence commands shadows and silences rooms with a single glance. Cloaked in midnight and crowned in secrets, she rules her domain with an elegance as chilling as it is irresistible.
♱ Xei-sama
Bow your head, for the dusk deepens in the presence of Xei-sama, Empress crowned in midnight and command. In her gaze, empires rise and wither, for none who meet Xei-sama leave unchanged by the gravity of her reign.
♱ TBD
A quiet corner has been set aside within these halls—a space reserved for souls yet unmet. Here, the promise of new friendship waits, patient as the dusk, ready to welcome those who dare to cross the threshold and linger awhile. In time, every shadow finds its companion.
