The Major Arcana

Character Codex

Every card is a girl, and every girl has a scent.

Emma, The Fool

0 — The Fool

Emma

Moonlight braids, blue-flame eyes, zero sense of direction and infinite courage. Emma walks off ledges and the universe builds a road under her feet.

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Emma's Whipped Soap

Celestial, bright and a little sugary — the scent of a first step into the unknown.

Chelsea, The Magician

01 — The Magician

Chelsea

Crimson curls, mauve pinstripes and total command of the Minor Arcana. She doesn't study magic — she curates it.

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Alchemist's Ember

Warm resin, smoke and spiced amber — an alchemy bench in candle form.

Hailey, The High Priestess

II — The High Priestess

Hailey

Veiled, quiet, and holding the silver key. Hailey reads what the others only feel — the pauses between the pages.

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Veil of the Moon

Iris, moonstone and cool night air — soy candle and whipped body polish.

Sarah, The Empress

III — The Empress

Sarah

The Creator herself, grimoire in one hand and a golden working in the other. Every world in Nocturne grows from her palm.

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Empress's Garden

Pomegranate, black rose and warm amber — the scent of a world being written.

The Twins, Wheel of Fortune

X — Wheel of Fortune

The Twins

Two hearts, one turning wheel. Where one twin casts the circle, the other holds the shield — fortune favors the pair.

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Wheel of Fortune

Spiced pomegranate and lucky clover — a scent that changes as it burns.

Malphas, The Devil

XV — The Devil

Malphas

The page is turning and the future is tainted. Malphas walks out of the grimoire with green fire and a shadow that has horns of its own.

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Devil's Bargain

Smoked vetiver, black pepper and dark honey — beautiful, and best handled with care.

Pip, The Star

XVII — The Star

Pip

A boy with an armillary sphere and a constellation that answers back. Pip charts the roads the others walk.

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Star Chart

Cold night air, silver birch and a spark of citrus — hope, bottled.