Tarisia Vilhelmiinannguaq Liivi

# Master of Caster

**Tarisia Vilhelmiinannguaq Liivi** is the Master of Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova in the 2nd Mooncell War. She fell in battle during the semi-finals against Ciro Barone. She possessed a strong and partially unrequited romantic attraction towards her servant.

She originally planned to summon Sherlock Holmes using her smoking pipe, but failed utterly after a fight between her and Zivano Uryu ensued in the library, forcing her to summon without the help of a catalyst, as it would reveal the identity of her servant quite easily.

Before her arrangement on the workshop in the North Artic and being a Master, she was a member of the Department of Creation in the Clock Tower, during her years of progress she managed to achieve the rank of Fes in her department, which ultimately led to her final fate, as the Directors of the Mondvirus Project were interested in her magecraft to achieve their goal.

## Appearance

Liivi is 29 years old, at the beginning of the Moon Cell War she had two ponytails that reflected how long her hair was, but as time passed she cut her hair inside the Mooncell using her strings while inside the bathroom of the her room.

She is white skinned with whitish golden eyes and hair, her height is 5'7. She usually wore her white coat and black pants and boots, she threw away her glasses after her and Anastasia decided to do the deed and she never found them again after that.

## Personality

She was not often very social before the days that she entered the workshop that doomed her for life, she may put up a front as a bratty woman or a liar to her enemies but in reality she is trembling inside not only because she is socially retarded, but because none of her puppets are with her.

She opened up with people she trusted enough to call her Liivi instead of Tarisia, the two that appeared during the war being Lucille Aizome and her servant Anastasia. She would often try to find warmth in these people by hugging them, as her body was freezing inside the chamber her body was left in to enter the Mooncell.

Due to her months of solitude inside the workshop her emotions during the war are extreme when she opens up, she suffers from this condition for the entirety of the events that happen in the Moon Cell. If she had managed to maintain her sanity she would have died on the first week of the war.

# Lore

## Part One: Windy Melting Cold

Liivi, ᛊᛖᛚᚠᛁᛊᚺ ᛈᚢᛈᛈᛖᛏ, daughter of the Raven, dance and laugh as you fade away into yourself.

Liivi was a not very unusual case in the world of Magi, she was an orphan of a conflict between enemy families, she was born in Finland, but the records of the exact location where the battle took place unknown by everyone, the only trace of the existence of her family remaining was the last name that the one that adoped her made sure to never reveal to anyone, the last name was "Silmä". This family may have existed in another world and prospered as a powerful one at that, but it was not their fate on this world dominated by the Moon.

Vilhelmiinannguaq was her new family, her origin, the one that made sure she grew up into what she was. She had 3 mothers and 13 siblings, 8 sisters and 5 brothers in a mansion on the mountains of Greenland, the roaring cold around the house scared her, making her forget about the warmth the house itself granted her.

Vilhelmiinannguaq Liivi was the name granted upon her at the beginning, but as she failed to realize the ways of magecraft at an early age of five along with her sisters, she was granted the first name "Tarisia" by the Head of the family as a way to humilliate and separate her from her sisters. Most of them stared in silence at her as if scared to raise their voice in rebellion against their father, except for the biggest sister, Iktresha. She was fifteen at the time and had already inherited the Magic Crest of the family. Standing up from her chair, she brought out a flower from below her desk and gave it to Liivi in silent, procceeding to stare at her father with a stare that could freeze up the most fearless of bears. From that day forward the sisters protected each other no matter what happened between them, but this bond would be their undoing.

While her magic circuits certainly didn't develop as much as her sister's during her youth, she had reached a technical level above her sisters on the concept of creating mystic constructs. The time for her to leave home and go to the Clock Tower arrived, she was 18 now like her sisters, although Iktresha was already beyond the Clock Tower at that point and already making her mark on the world along with her brothers. She joined the Department of Creation to further develop her own magecraft, but she was treated differently than her sisters that were put in advances classes simply, they said that she couldn't handle them with such poor magic circuits and without a magic crest, she didn't care particularly, but she felt the distance between her and her sisters deteriorate through her years of studying, her social akwardness didn't make this any better, as she managed to make an astonishing number of zero friends or allies through the years.

It was one day during her second year that she noticed something strange the moment she woke up. Something on her chest was tilting and moving, as if her own body was questioning this strange new being inside of her. From her bed she could see the flower she held dear burn to ashes, in a hurry she went to check on it, but was more shocked once she checked herself. There was a magic crest on her chest, the family's magic crest, Iktresha's Magic Crest.

## Part Two: Honeymoon

There was a particular curse put upon this family, a curse of sterilization, the most powerful kind. Only one in two hundred offsprings in the family managed to be able to reproduce, that is why the family had a family of adopting children to turn into the world of magecraft, but the last generation was a miracle, the current father wasn't affected by the curse and managed to bring about 13 children, and another miracle had happened after that, Iktresha wasn't sterilized by the curse either. This made the family rise in power from the bottomless pit of dissapointment it was for the last one hundred years. But that ended that day Liivi managed to inherit the Magic Crest. If Liivi had inherited it, that meant Iktresha was dead.

The entire family went into chaos the moment the letter from Liivi reached the father. The old man went mad and killed all three mothers in a fit of rage, killing himself in the end, his entire existence was a failure the moment Iktresha died in his mind. Once the report from the Department of Spiritual Evocation came in of the condition of the body, it was clear it was a murder from a contracted mage killer. Four of the sisters swore revenge to find the killer and torture him for answer as to why they would do it, the remaining three left the Clock Tower, they couldn't believe the reality of the situation and locked themselves in the mansion with a harem of men, trying to reproduce an heir for the family, they never succeeded, they simply became slaves to their desires.

Liivi was in the middle of everything, she didn't tell anyone about the Magic Crest, and now she was too scared to tell anyone. All she could do was hide and cower under the Clock Tower's protection, hoping every day she would wake up alive, if Iktresha had been killed, someone clearly was after the Magic Crest. It was not long before news would reach her again, bearing more grim news, four of her sisters were dead, they had found the one that killed her sister, but died while fighting him, unfortunately he got away that starry night, it was truly a night to remember for him.

She could no longer be afraid, she had to take responsibility, she had to give her sisters rest. She left the Clock Tower during a summer vacation and buried her five sisters besides the mansion, creating graves for them using her magecraft. She wanted to meet her surviving sisters, but she could hear the moans from outside, from where her sisters rested peacefully. She couldn't handle it anymore, she thought. She couldn't bear to think that was what her sisters had become. She despaired for some time under the snow, looking at the graves, the moans had become so frequent to hear that they just slipped from her ears.

She broke.

Liivi approached the front door of the house and knocked loudly. There was no answer and the moans continued, Liivi stared quietly at the door and knocked again. The same result over and over, she did not get a different outcome out of knocking at the door. She thought, if they aren't answering the door, then what is inside must no be my sisters, but some beasts that made their way inside somehow. Silently she sat on the stairs of the front door leading to the endless snow. She stared at the snowy landscape that appeared to expand endlessly for some time. The moans no longer got ignored by her, they just kept getting louder and louder, as if the calm she had reached finally augmented her senses to the reality of the situation. She stood up and burned the house to nothingness using her puppets. As she walked away from the house she could hear the moans, but the tone of them changed drastically from what she had gotten used to hearing. Her expression was silent for some time as she walked away from the mansion, but when she reached a point the mansion could no longer be seen, only the smoke in the air from the fire that roared. As she saw the black smoke distinguish itself from the white of the storm, she let out a small chuckle and continued walking.

## Part Three: Red Mist of the Delusive Bunker

She still remembers the love of her sisters, all those days in that mansion, all the times they fought, all the times they laughed, all the times they cried. But it was all gone, and there was nothing that could be done, where had her brothers that she had never seen before gone to? Were they dead? Were they alive? Were they watching her right now? The world prohibited her from having this simple information, but she accepted her punishment.

Managing to finish her studies

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## Trivia

* Her breasts are B-cup.
	+ In spite of this, she is quite curvaceous regarding her behind, her servant describing it as 'nice and plump'.
	+ Her servant has also teased her due to having a larger chest.
	+ Best chef of the Moon Cell