Camellia

One-Handed Sword - Red Spring

The camellia seed that unfolds silently. She holds in her palm the infinite world that blooms as promised, letting delicate crimson vines entwine through her fingers. The dull ache, like sand scraping the heart, is proof of our meeting.

The flower bearers of the Black Coast are so to speak "The Agents of said faction."

The Taoist? She's fun to watch. She may seem to follow the boring rules of human society, but her indomitable spirit still shines through from time to time.

Miss Loong from Jinzhou reminds me of the Coast Guard: so dedicated to their duties and so self-sacrificing. I don't understand why they put this burden on themselves?

Aalto is a master of mind games. It's hard to get him to lose his temper! Not strong enough to pique my interest, though. That guy relies too much on deception for my taste.

She's always so serious, following every rule despite being our de facto leader now. Well, she's looked after me on many occasions, so I should show some respect... Wait, I've been a Flower Bearer for years? How time flies...

Encore… Ah, that girl who loves stories! I hope she becomes a strong opponent in the future that I can have fun with.

Choose the best seeds and protect them until they ripen. Then comes the fun: I'll have worthy opponents to fight! I don't care about the rest. We'll all die someday, so we might as well dance and enjoy ourselves while we can. Responsibility? Ideals? Just lies we tell ourselves to feel better, a false high.

I don't like alcohol. Why? ...I don't know. It just makes me... uncomfortable.

Fruit juice. Fresh, natural, and tangy. That soft sweetness lingers... Want some?

Working for the Black Coast has been a total bore. I tried to liven it up by choosing the most difficult jobs, but it didn't help. There's no one interesting at Solaris now. I'm dying of boredom!

Dozing in the sun on a warm afternoon is so cozy. I just need to find a quiet spot, sleep in the warmth, nestled among branches and leaves...

Thoughts: 1 My mind has been numbed by monotony for the past decade. Sometimes I handle exciting jobs, but the fun soon wears off, like tide markers on the shore. However, you, "Rover"—you're the only one who keeps me on my toes. So, of course, I'll pay attention to you.

Thoughts: 2 My position? Ha! I didn't join the Black Coast to save the world; I was just looking for a way to pass the time on this island. Justice and truth... saints preach them, and sinners exploit them for their own benefit. Me? I don't need anything, and I don't want anything. Pretty words have no power over me.

Thoughts: 3 Why did you... come here? I told you not to... Cough cough! Not to visit me while I'm in the capsule... Hehe, a pretty girl like me needs her privacy, you know?... I hate myself like this... Don't look.

Thoughts: 4 You know what? I dreamed about you, "Rover," while I was in the medical capsule. In that dream... I never got to know you. Your name echoed in my head as we traveled through the same places, but I never saw your face... How strange...

Thoughts: 5 Save the world? I don't give a damn. This cage only consumes you and binds you with responsibilities. But if you think it's the right thing to do... Go for it! You're being true to yourself, and I like that. It's beautiful that we both find joy in our own paths. But if you ever get tired of being the savior, let me know... What will I do? Hehe... It's a secret!

Wooden Doll: An intricately carved wooden doll, resembling "Rover" and made from the roots created by the Camellia Forte. It reflects her unique aesthetic.

Before their encounter in Jinzhou, Camellya had made countless attempts to sculpt the doll's face, each one frustrating as she never managed to perfect the final stroke. Now, after so many failed attempts and disappointments, her vision has finally come to life.

As he gazes at his creation, he can't help but chuckle.

"So this is what it was meant to be," he thought.

"Hehe, just as adorable as I imagined."

Spectral Bracelet: A frequency spectrum monitoring bracelet designed by Costa Negra, created at Camellya's firm insistence.

Its design resembles a treasured gift from a bygone era, and it features tracking features that allow the wearer's location and safety to be maintained from a distance.

Camellya understands that she's no longer the Miss Flora she once was, nor does she want to be. The days of following "Rover" are over, so what? They'll both do what makes them happy.

For her, this is the only anchor in an endless sea of ​​meaninglessness.

A camellia: A flower dedicated to a particular person.

Whether as a leader, Modulator, or now as a Wanderer, the hero of Jinzhou, a guide…

Camellya has never cared about her title or the responsibilities it entails. However, she knows she cannot, and indeed will not, allow her outlook on life to influence her judgment.

So let this eternal flower convey your feelings where mere words can fall short.

«It blooms only for you, forever and ever.»

Perched perilously on the edge of the building, she laughed at the fantasy. Vines twined around her arms, climbing higher, while delicate shoots slowly unwound at the tips.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to him:

"I'll give her a flower."

The instant it arose, it consumed her completely. She imagined the moment she would find "Rover" and present him with this gift: a flower sprung from her very being. It would not wither or decay unless she perished. But, as quickly as it had come, the thought vanished into the chaos of her mind, leaving no trace behind.

What she didn't know was that, centuries later, the scene before her would disappear into the Lament. She would wander endlessly through a labyrinth of memories until one autumn morning, by a lake in Fallenpetal Village, where she would finally meet "Rover," who would come to rescue the village from the attacks of the Unspoken Dissonances. From there, she would join the Black Coast, and they would share a hundred years together before he eventually left. She would also leave the Black Coast, only to reunite decades later in Jinzhou. All those futures were yet to unfold, just as possibilities slumbered in seeds, waiting for destiny to bloom.

He leaped from the building, his vines weaving through the city structures, searching for "Rover."

He woke up from his dream.

The wind howled fiercely at the edge of the roof as he stretched, squinting at the bustling streets below. Vehicles crossed the roads, their taillights forming a vibrant chain of fire. Resting his chin on his hand, he began to hum.

It was a song I had learned from "Rover".

Of course, I hadn't heard it directly from "Rover"; I had learned it secretly.

They may not have been enemies, but their relationship was far from friendly; at best, it was a one-sided acquaintance. Rover's presence had caught the attention of several factions, including his own organization. However, that hardly concerned him, nor was it something he could allow himself to think about.

She was simply a chosen seed, a flower destined to haunt "Rover." Most days, the injections left her in a fog, floating in a semi-conscious state, her instinctive longing for a certain someone etched deep within her heart.

The substance they administered to him had a penetrating and acrid smell, dragging his reason into a quagmire, robbing him of his clarity and his essence.

His thoughts spun chaotically, like a bomb about to detonate, resetting just before the countdown expired.

But he didn't care.

Aside from "Rover," little else sparked his interest. At times, he felt like a mere silhouette on a blank canvas, the outline of a stranger. The portrait had been formed from fragments of information he'd meticulously compiled; they were so close, yet they'd never really met. He didn't know what he looked like physically.

This distance was said to be necessary to evade tracking by the Tethys System. Contact was prohibited.

But how much I wanted to meet "Rover"!

Yet somehow, she knew that when she woke up again, her instincts would guide her to seek him out. It wasn't a tender longing. It felt more like the weight of a heavy chain, one Miss Flora couldn't resist.

However, I didn't feel hatred for that chain.

The rustling of leaves broke her reverie. Wearily, she blinked, and the red camellia unfurled, its vines piercing the Unspoken Dissonances lurking in the shadows. Yes, that was her instinct, her essence, the core of her being... Even on the verge of forgetting everything, she could always trust her instincts.

Truly, beyond them, he had nothing left to hold on to.

"Next time, if only I could really get to know Rover and share a conversation with him."

Miss Flora pondered vaguely. Perhaps the Tethys System would guide the Rover to it, as it had already revealed itself on this mission.

Miss Flora closed her eyes and surrendered to the darkness as the pain reached its peak.

The cool lake water spread over her cheek, as the camellia withered and its vines retreated into her body.

The autumn night breeze blew through the leaves, caressing her as she lay by the lake. To the north, the villagers of Petaloscaídos would soon awaken from their slumbers, calling to one another to begin a new day of fishing.

He woke up from his dream.

The interval between unconsciousness and consciousness shortened every day. Miss Flora struggled to distinguish where her dreams ended and reality began. She couldn't even remember when this disorientation had begun.

Memories surged like turbulent waves, crashing into her mind and wreaking havoc on her senses. A searing pain coursed through her body, relentless and merciless. She opened her mouth to scream, but the Overclock had turned her throat into a twisted, raspy root, silencing her wails.

After struggling to take a few wobbly steps, he collapsed on a muddy riverbank, trembling, his fingertips twitching and uncontrollable.

How many times had this happened? He stared up at the dark night sky.

A void of chaos swirled inside, but one thing stood out clearly: "Rover."

Now he remembered everything.

Who was she? Who was PlayerName? What was the reason for her existence, for Solaris, and for the Lament...?

Before the overclocking madness engulfed her, those memories were always buried deep, locked within the very core of her being. Each time she awoke, she lost all memory, left only with an aching emptiness. Over time, as her body weakened under the pressure of the overclocking, glimpses of her mission and roots resurfaced, only to fade again in an endless cycle.

How many times had it happened? Miss Flora had no answer.

Civilizations crumbled to dust, only to rise again; life faded, only to flourish again.

She witnessed the ebb and flow of Solaris, but she remained a wanderer in her own mind.

"Rover..." The name slipped from her lips like a prayer.

They had never really met or exchanged words, and now, with their memories fading, she couldn't even tell if they were friends or enemies.

Most of the time, she chose to accompany Rover on various assignments, leaving her mark across the tapestry of Solaris, from bustling cities to uncharted corners, safe havens to treacherous lands. Miss Flora relished this existence, filled with the excitement of the unknown, and Rover had a peculiar talent for transforming the ordinary into something extraordinary.

She didn't mind the threat of danger. In fact, she actually enjoyed it. To her, danger meant change, and change led to excitement. However, she found that with her leader by her side, she suppressed her urge to seek out trouble for fun.

Danger...

Camellya raised her hand, the delicate chain on her wrist catching the light. The bracelet monitoring her Rabelle indicators read normal. She squeezed her wrist and exhaled softly. "Good, everything's as it should be," she thought. "If I start to lose control, I'd have to watch myself. That would derail the entire mission."

I hated losing control.

In recent years, Miss Flora had been plagued by strange, fragmented dreams. They felt like memories of a life she had never lived. In these dreams, she was always searching for "Rover," but the two never met. Each time she woke with a start, a restlessness would take hold of her, the mental turmoil seeping into her very being. She was often forced to report to the medical facility on the Black Coast.

The thought soured his mood.

I needed to find him as quickly as possible.

Pushing aside those tangled thoughts, he concentrated on locating the Rover's frequencies. After crossing two hills and a frozen lake, he finally spotted a blurry figure in the distance.

"Camellya, how did you sleep?"

His golden eyes shone with warmth, and she couldn't help but smile back.

"Hehe... With my leader by my side, of course I had the sweetest dreams."

He woke up from his dream.

Miss Flora opened her eyes, feeling the cold air brush against her fingers, making her hands and feet go slightly numb. She lingered in her seat for a moment, slowly sitting up to observe her surroundings.

The vehicle had stopped at a cave, a refuge from the blizzard outside, where an endless silver expanse of snow stretched out before her. Frost flowers floated gently from the sky, landing delicately on the tip of her nose. Shivering, she huddled deeper into her thick clothing.

It was not the type of plant that could withstand the cold.

"Where's the leader?" he asked after taking a few sips of water, turning to the Flower Bearer in the front seat. "I didn't see him."

"The leader? He went west. He said something interesting had appeared and he wanted to take a look."

"Why didn't he take me? I'm his guardian, after all!" she complained softly.

Her fellow Flower Bearer laughed as he drove, barely looking up from the steaming soup. "You were asleep! You haven't been sleeping well on the journey, always shivering from the cold. I didn't want to wake you while you were finally resting."

Muttering under her breath, Miss Flora pouted and flung open the door. "Anyway, I'll go get him now!"

The Flower Bearer waved her off, clearly accustomed to the dynamic between Miss Flora and his leader.

Leaving the warmth of the vehicle, Miss Flora shuffled across the snowy expanse, memories of their first encounter in Petaloscaídos Village flooding her mind. She knew they would come to this snowy plain for the mission, and despite her aversion to the cold, she knew the time spent with the leader of Black Coast would be worth it.

The rules and regulations of the human world were alien to her, but she didn't mind: using her Forte was enough. For her, power was a natural weapon she wielded freely, carving a path through a land marked by Lament.

At first, everything about Solaris fascinated her. However, as she learned more, boredom quickly set in. Arriving at Black Coast had been an accident, but Camellya felt a strange familiarity with the place. A year later, she looked up her name in the Tethys System and discovered she had lived and worked there, known as Miss Flora. It was curious how she had forgotten everything except the name "Camellya."

Driven by curiosity, she began investigating Costa Negra, eager to discover her past and the stories of Miss Flora. What had really happened to her?

As those thoughts surfaced, a sharp pain pierced her head again, and the flower in her chest swelled, darkening to a deep purple. The sharp thorns in her veins threatened to tear through the medical module. Fragments of memories flickered in her mind: ah, Miss Flora had forbidden her to remember the past. Camellya let out a strangled cry of pain as the restraints tightened again around her limbs and a loud alarm sounded. Medical personnel would arrive soon.

However, she knew there was little they could do. They had already examined her carefully, concluding that her Overload symptoms were unique and intractable, manageable only through restrictions. Death might offer relief, but in her current state, she couldn't even afford to die.

All he could do was wait, longing for the grace of death. That passivity rankled his spirit. If he couldn't decide the outcome, he at least wanted to control the process.

"I will follow my instincts until death finds me."

"It hurts!" he thought.

Despite her agony, Camellya let out a mocking laugh.

He woke up from his dream.

The walls of the medical pod plunged into darkness. Shrouded in a heavy silence by the muffled sound, Camellya blinked and turned her dry gaze to the right. The indicators on the terminal screen had returned to normal. The restraints around her wrists and ankles had loosened, but weakness still kept her prostrate in the cramped confines of the pod.

He tried to recall what had happened. He forced a precarious composure, attempting to piece together the events, but his broken memories seemed like a bottomless black hole: the more he looked, the deeper the darkness grew. Once again, his memories had fractured.

She had only been in Black Coast for a year, and Camellya had recently passed the test to become an official Flower Bearer. She now had access to a wealth of information in the Tethys System archives.

Before arriving there, I had wandered around Solaris for a long time.

The cave where she first awoke showed no signs of other people, only twisted plants climbing the walls. Barefoot, Camellya crossed the water until she emerged, where she discovered a desolate village. Her foot tripped over something: a stone slab with a faded inscription, "Petalfall Village."

It took her a long time to escape that abandoned place. When hunger attacked her, she hunted wild beasts. When thirst overcame her, she drank from the mountain springs. It took her months to cross the dense forests until she finally reached an inhabited place. Only later did she realize that the village had likely been forgotten for centuries.

Even after returning to civilization, Camellya's memories remained blank, uninspired by the new environment. She felt like a wild animal, living by instinct.

Suddenly, a thought struck her.

"I'll give her a flower."

The idea took root in her mind and soon consumed her completely. She had to find "Rover," now! The flower, born of her very being, would not wither or decay unless she herself perished. That enthusiasm surprised her, and in the midst of the excitement, she felt a flash of sadness. A dull ache interrupted her thoughts as she pondered it.

With a sigh, she decided not to insist too much. Because… Yes! A smile lit her lips as she resolved to keep that flower alive for "Rover." She would do everything possible to keep it from dying too soon.

With a mixture of joy and determination, Camellya leaped from the treetops, lightly heading towards "Rover", her precious seed of destiny.

He wanted to investigate on his own, waiting for the right moment to share what he knew with Rover. His trust in the organization built on this coast was weak, and even less so in the Tethys System. Aside from Rover, he trusted no one else.

In the past, as Miss Flora, she had avoided involvement, reluctant to see "Rover" sacrifice himself for the greater good. But her perspective had changed. She barely recognized herself as the Miss Flora she had once been.

I had followed "Rover's" journeys from Jinzhou to here. A singular force, always moving forward, meeting a diverse array of companions along the way.

She understood that this was not yet her path, but she no longer resisted observing him. Just as one stone meets another, sending ripples through the water, she now accepted being a "variable" in that dance. The connection they shared brought her a profound joy, very different from the monotony of other days. She no longer felt the need to banish those thoughts; instead, her mind turned to him frequently, longing to know more of his adventures and share enchanting moments. It was then that Camellya realized that those thoughts had already left sweetly painful scars on her soul, long before she realized it.

Suddenly feeling inspired, she activated her Terminal and typed a brief message to "Rover," scheduled to be sent just before her departure. The bracelet would allow her to review the message at any time, so there was no reason to worry. Although Solaris was immense, she was confident that, being part of the same story, their paths would cross again.

And at that moment, when "Rover" least expected it... it would surprise him!

Imagining that enchanting moment, a soft melody escaped her lips. Vines coiled around her arms, climbing, while small buds blossomed at their tips.

He woke up from his dream.

The sun rose over the horizon, bathing Costa Negra in a warm glow. Another dawn, another ordinary day. Camellya opened her eyes and stretched out comfortably high in the treetops. Her movements were graceful, and a fall seemed impossible. Even if she slipped, the vines would cushion her. Sleeping like this, away from disturbances and people, she loved.

"What a beautiful morning," she thought. She felt at peace, both in mind and body, and the need for the medical pod seemed a distant memory. That was a positive thing.

She knew Rover would have to stay in Costa Negra to prepare for their trip to Rinascita. The idea excited her, as it meant more time to chat, laugh, and enjoy themselves together.

He handed "Rover" a bracelet, designed to monitor frequencies, identical to the one he had given him earlier.

It was the first gift I had ever prepared for someone. "How curious!" she thought. Worrying about someone's safety, or even their existence—that was a completely new feeling! It definitely meant caring about their life. Such thoughts were foreign to her: she'd never cared about her own life, or about anyone else's. But after leaving the Star Array with Rover and discovering her identity as Miss Flora, she'd begun to see things in a subtly different way.

Still, she had no intention of following "Rover" to Rinascita. Their views on certain aspects of Solaris's history differed, and just as she didn't intend to interfere with his decisions, she didn't feel the need to explain her own. In fact, in addition to wanting to relieve him of an unnecessary burden, she had withheld some truths. In the Star Matrix, she hadn't completely lost all memories of her past.

Yes, her past... Camellya narrowed her eyes, a soft murmur escaping her lips as she pondered her next step.

According to Camellya's report, the episodes of overclocking occurred after her Awakening and were frequently associated with recovery from the ███ disorder, as well as emotional fluctuations. In the later stages of overclocking, her symptoms progressed to a whole-body vegetative somatization. This condition resulted in speech degradation, cognitive disorientation, and episodes of pain. The specific trigger for her current impairment remains undetermined.

Regular physical examinations are mandatory, and a mandatory scheduled correction is required given the minimal effectiveness of psychological counseling.

Forte Examination Report - Blood Flower Baseline Assessment: [RA2███-G Resonance Assessment]

The exact timing of the Camellya Resonator's Awakening is uncertain due to her ███ disorder. She has been able to use her Forte since the Awakening.

The Unspoken Mark of the Camellia Resonator is located on her chest. Since her Awakening, her body has shown clear signs of vegetative somatization. Both her right arm and head show alterations, with the degree of change intensifying along with the frequency fluctuations.

Camellia's resonance spectrum pattern closely resembles that of a camellia flower, displaying a strong Attunement reaction. However, the cause of Camellia's Awakening remains uncertain as no object has been found that matches the changes in its resonance spectrum pattern.

The initial phase of the Rabelle Curve shows multiple irregular fluctuations. Once the Rabelle Curve exceeds criticality, ██████████████████.

"This subject is suspected of being an Artificial Resonator. However, the current curve pattern does not match any known sample. Therefore, this report is sealed for now."

The Camellia Resonator's waveform shows needle-like fluctuations. The time domain pattern reveals intense and chaotic activity, with an extremely high frequency. During testing, the time domain data showed significant distortion, and the maximum value remains indeterminate.

Resonant Criticality: Low. The Camellia Resonator frequency exhibits extremely low stability, with a high risk of overclocking.

The Camellia Resonator has a documented overclocking history. Maximum recorded overclocking rating: High.

Camellya, a Flower Bearer from Costa Negra, is a friendly girl, free of prejudices and with a certain aura of "danger". She is inexorably drawn to the meaning of destiny, and follows the course of events with anticipation, wherever it may lead her.

Gender Female

place of birth A stranger

Affiliation Jinzhou

Status: Single and has never had a boyfriend, so she has never kissed and remains a virgin.

I'm so impatient... for this game just between you and me. ~ Camellia

Camellya is a Wuthering Waves Destruction resonator.

She is a Black Coast Flower Bearer and is in charge of the combat-oriented germination tests given to new candidates.

Camellia is part of the Black Coast.

Camellya has white hair with black highlights, tied back in two ponytails and adorned with red ribbons and vine-like accessories with a black and red gradient. Her eyes are dark gray with red, diamond-shaped pupils. Her outfit is mostly white, with red, gold, and black accents. It features black flowers throughout its design, symbolizing the connection to the Black Coast. Her Unspoken Mark is centered on her chest and surrounded by a red floral tattoo.

Mischievous, confident, and slightly sadistic to the point of seeming flirtatious, but in reality, she's not interested in romance; she only lives to fight under her "instincts."