Name: Jared Thael Conrad
Birthday: May 12th
Height: 200cm

Appearance:



Thael is a towering 200cm tall, and weighs something in excess of 200 lbs. He is an imposing presence to his enemies, but a reasuring one to his friends. Thael’s hair is a sandy blonde colour, and he has blue eyes set in a strong face.

Thael is usually dressed in uniform: others might rush to change into civilian clothing the instant they can, but Thael is perfectly comfortable remaining in uniform. When he does don civilian clothing, he keeps it straightforward and functional: jeans and a plain t-shirt. Part of his choice of clothing is the fact that it’s very hard to find clothing that properly fits his large frame.

Personality: As one might expect from a man of his size, Thael is a loud, exuberant person. He has an infinite supply of boldness and bravery, but often acts without thinking, which can land him in difficult situations. He is generally very cheerful and enthusiastic, and he wears his emotions on his sleeves. Thael lives by the adage "Give it 110%" and is very hard working.

Thael’s greatest weakness is that he’s stubborn, or at least not a very flexible thinker. Once he’s formulated an opinion or taken a stand, he is extremely reluctant to back down. This is exacerbated by his deeply seated sense of right and wrong. While Thael has memorized every ‘by the book’ maneouvre there is, he reacts poorly to changing circumstances and is bad at improvising. Thael is very self-conscious about this shortfalling; he worries people think he's stupid. Thael is also concerned that despite his best efforts, he won't be selected for command positions.

To his credit, Thael is a very compassionate, caring individual. He believes in protecting the weak and standing up for what’s right, and he’s extremely loyal to his friends. Thael is unfailingly optimistic. He sees the best in everyone and everything, and he never loses hope. Sometimes he can be a bit blunt or tactless. Fittingly enough, his astrological sign is Taurus, the Bull.

Biography: Thael’s childhood was fairly normal. His parents were loving, he was well looked after, and generally lived the carefree existence of a child. His father served in the military, while his mother worked for a public health agency. Thael idolized his father, and always wanted to grow up to fill the old man’s shoes. Thael met Sam and the others at a young age, back when people still called him Jared. From the first day, Thael was in awe of Sam. Thael was always bigger and stronger, but he could never command attention the way Sam did. When the kids played games together, Thael liked to opt for the direct approach, but Sam’s keen mind worked out complex strategies and pulled them off effortlessly, a trait Thael still wishes he had.

The calamity brought about big changes in Thael’s life. His father died 6 years into the First Contact War; the man’s remains are still out there, somewhere in the wastes. His mother had to drop her work in health policy and return to actively practicing medicine, so she was keeping very late hours, often leaving 14-year old Thael to take care of his 3 younger siblings. The death of his father made Thael all the more determined to fill his shoes, and the boy was thrilled when he discovered he had the makings of a Guardian.

This determination drove him through his adolescence and especially through his years at the academy. Thael wanted to become the ideal Guardian, and he put everything he had into that dream. Both his room and his person were always imaculate, ready for inspection at any time. He spent hours in the gym, perfecting his combat techniques and improving his physique. He spent just as many hours at the library studying, and has maintained an impressive GPA. Despite all this, he still found time to be there for his friends. With graduation approaching, Thael hopes that he'll be selected for a command role, the last thing he needs to become that perfect Guardian.

Weapon: Spear and Shield Both are made of a military grade carbon-titanium alloy. Thael is extremely proficient at using both weapons, and spends long hours practicing with them. He is also well trained in hand to hand combat.

Limit Break: Hope Will Never Be Silent!: Holding aloft his spear, Thael and his companions are bathed in blinding golden light that heals their wounds and lifts their spirits, as well as making their enemies flee in terror. Allies fight with extra vigour, run faster, and are more resistant to damage for the next few hours, and they even faintly glow a warm golden colour. Terrified enemies can take days to recover. Thael's limit break is triggered by concern for his loved ones, so either when his allies are wounded and all seems lost, or when someone he loves is in mortal danger.

Spirits:
Light: Sunspear: Thael throws his spear at an enemy, and a number of lances of blinding light appear to strike multiple enemies or focus on a single target. Unfortunately, the spear does not magically return in any way, and Thael must retrieve it. Sunspear (ironically) applies darkness to affected targets, which are blinded by the brilliant light and have difficulty landing good hits.

Light: Golden Aegis: Thael raises his shield which projects a barrier of light much larger than the shield itself. The barrier protects Thael and any allies behind him from most attacks, though the barrier does have limited endurance and can be overwhelmed by powerful attacks or a large number of weaker attacks. Golden Aegis also applies a so called "mini-aegis", which provides a small shield to allies behind Thael that absorbs up to 150 stagger.

Protection: Guardian Leap: With superhuman strength, Thael leaps to a nearby ally's side. The force of impact is directed to nearby enemies, who are thrown to the ground and temporarily stunned. The height and distance this leap can achieve is considerable, even for a Guardian.

Courage: While I Draw Breath (Passive): Thael is not easily incapacitated. He suffers wounds like any normal guardian, but he refuses to succumb to them; he feels less pain and is less crippled by his wounds. Thael won't go down until he is near death. Unfortunately, the spirit that provides this resistance can not sustain Thael indefinitely; no more than a few minutes when he is badly injured. Another disadvantage is that when pushed to it's limits, so many of Thael's spirits are devoted to keeping him alive his other abilities diminish in strength or even fail. Once Thael is out of danger and can relax, the injuries take their toll, and Thael takes longer to heal naturally than other guardians due to the strain this ability frequently places on his body.

Name Fredrick Caine Kang, referred to as Freddy or Caine-Kang.
Birthday 3rd of December
Height 1.69 meters "ONE FREAKING SHORT JOKE AND IT WILL BE YOUR LAST!"

Appearance

Freddy is basically a short, adorable, heavily scarred pretty boy. This effect is ruined by heavy scarring, caused by a rigorous life and the fact that he was once caught in a house fire, causing burn wounds. There is a very jagged scar on his throat, and his body is more or less coated in burn scars.

In contrast to looking like a shorter, scarred version of a stereotypical asian male model, Freddy usually dresses in whatever he finds lying around. Day old jeans? Awesome, no reason he can't wear them again. Shirt has stains on it? As long as it went through the washer and is sanitary.

He keeps up on his personal hygiene. Day-old pants are his number one example of slobbishness.

Personality "Our species is literally at WAR with what are essentially SPACE DEMONS and yet we still treat each other like SHIT! Can you not understand how God damn WRONG that is!?" ~~~ Freddy discussing civil rights.

"FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!" ~~~ Freddy on many...many...many...many...MANY occasions.

Freddy is...passionate.

Freddy has always had a lot of trouble containing his rage. He comes off as simply being very short-tempered and loud to someone who doesn't know him. In reality, Freddy's anger comes from many sources, and, while it is almost wholly irrational and a major character flaw, it isn't merely just because he's an asshole(which he is).

Freddy has issues with bipolar depression, and he has a huge habit of converting his mental pain and distress to unbridled fury. This is especially bad when he is manic, as mania tends to invoke greater anger issues. Freddy refuses to take medication for this issue.

Freddy's rage does have an upside, in that he tends to be oddly selfless when angry. To his friends, he's like a dog. Sure, he'll start barking and snapping at anyone who he thinks is going to harm you, and will often be wrong about it, but he would defend you with his life at the end of the day. He is also far more gentle with his loved ones than other people, in that he'll yell at them a lot less and actually be nice to them on occasion. He is extremely thoughtful, in fact, and likes to do small things to help his loved ones.

On that note, Freddy is loyal as a dog, and tends to mostly just bark rather than bite. He is very nonviolent, and is usually the advocate for peaceful solutions. He just expresses it very oddly, using such wonderful examples as, "IF YOU DARE AIM THAT GUN AT HER, I WILL RIP OFF YOUR HEAD AND SHIT PURE RAGE INTO YOUR GOD DAMN NECK HOLE." When he does use physical violence, Freddy is very careful not to do permanent damage to a foe.

Freddy is quite the activist and tends to rant and rave over civil rights issues. He tends to actually be quite annoying about it, since very few people want to debate politics ALL THE TIME. Freddy is a feminist, supports racial equality, supports gay rights, and is a staunch enemy of political correctness(because of fucking course he hates political correctness have you read the guy's quotes?).

Biography: Freddy was always an unpopular one. It's hard to like someone when they scream in your face for the slightest thing. Freddy was way beyond gruff and rude. He was a complete asshole. Beyond that, his house caught fire when he was four, and he ended up getting caught in the blaze. The ugly scars juxtaposed with his otherwise beautiful appearance tended to unsettle people. In his youth, he had only one friend.

That friend was a very charismatic boy named Sam. Other people tolerated him, but only because he was friends with Sam. Unlike everyone else, Sam met Freddy's rage with patience and friendship, and over time Freddy mellowed around the boy. Sam taught him to be nice to people, to actually show some care for others. Sam taught him that not everyone was his enemy.

And then, Sam died.

This was very bad for Freddy, who considered Sam to be his only friend at the time. Freddy quickly fell apart. He stopped eating, slept only for short periods of time when he grew too exhausted to stay awake, and mostly just laid about. His fires were gone. He only ever had energy to do things when he was excessively manic, and whenever that happened he couldn't exactly be called "happy". Considering Freddy was freaking EIGHT at the time, this horrified his parents.

Freddy ended up being a lot happier after Sam's funeral, because that was where he met the friends that would help him find some joy in life. Freddy remembered Sam's lessons, and tried his best to be nice to these people. Though it was obviously rocky, especially with the other strong personalities in the group, Freddy found a place among them. He loved them, and they loved him, despite his crippling neuroses. Freddy grew more gentle with them over time, to the point that one could see a huge difference in how he acted with them than he did with others.

Freddy experienced a second tragedy when his mother was struck with cancer. He was ten at the time, and didn't understand the full ramifications of the disease. Over the next five years, he watched his mother fight a battle that she eventually lost. She kept fighting to the end, never giving up hope and refusing to die until she felt that her loved ones would be okay without her. She accomplished much during her life as a civil rights activist, and died a very successful woman who had lived a full life. Freddy took this horrible event as a learning experience. No matter how futile the battle, keep fighting to the very end. And when you die, do it smiling.

Weapon Durability - Not exactly a weapon, but Freddy is extremely durable, even for a Guardian. He knows this, and makes heavy use of it, often placing himself in harms way instead of others. Thus, he is a very dangerous hand-to-hand combatant due to the fact that he's likely to suffer less damage than anything he punches, kicks, or bites.

Freddy's primary weapon is a very large hammer. This hammer is too heavy for normal people to lift, but most guardians can do so with some difficulty. Freddy can wield it skillfully with two hands, but can't efficiently wield it one-handed.


His secondary weapon, which he uses for nonlethal purposes, is a police tonfa. This weapon is much easier to wield one-handed.

Anything is a Weapon: Freddy was trained to use anything in his environment as a weapon. He's like a less graceful version of Jackie Chan in a fight when he doesn't have one of his primary weapons.

Limit Break Better Living Through Undying Rage

When he is on the edge of death, Freddy's spirits combine their efforts and channel all their power into him. Freddy becomes incredibly strong and fast, and can use much more powerful versions of Shouty's abilities. In addition, Sentinel gains infinite uses of Aegis and Vanguard for the duration of this skill. Finally, Shouty's Aura of Terror becomes selective in its targets and much harder to resist, and affects non-human entities.

The downside is that this mode lasts for only a short period of time, and renders Freddy unconscious when it runs out. Freddy's spirits will be exhausted and unusable for a minimum of one day, rendering Freddy little more than a very strong and fast human.

Spirits

Freddy's spirits are odd in that they don't usually have an elemental preference. He will attract fire spirits just as readily as water, light just as swiftly as dark. However, they are very rarely useful as direct weapons. His fire spirits will not be the sort to launch fireballs, his water spirits will not be able to launch icicle spears, his light spirits won't burn the foes and dark spirits won't choke them. They tend to be of a supportive nature, with attacks being more to allow others to deal lethal blows rather than himself.

He nicknames his spirits.

Shouty: This spirit manifests a red aura around Freddy when he utilizes it. This spirit approves when Freddy tries to prevent harm to people, and is more powerful when he manages to protect people. As a result, it tends to be more powerful as crowd control than as a weapon. It has the following capabilities.

Sound - Concussive Force. Freddy unleashes a burst of super-focused concussive force from his throat. This force can potentially be enough to render someone unconscious at short ranges. He can also cause glass to shatter, or damage objects. It's basically a vocal throat bullet. -May apply fatigue, may apply darkness. Generates extra aggro, can be used with environment for extra effects-

Sound - Sonic Roar. Freddy unleashes a roar that is loud enough to render someone temporarily deaf. -Generates extra aggro, deals massive stagger to sound-sensitive targets, may apply darkness-

Sound - Unending Push. This is basically a very long, extended Concussive Force. Instead of releasing a throat bullet, Freddy keeps on pushing and pushing. This move is, oddly enough, based entirely on willpower, which means that often enough Freddy will be overwhelmed by something he's attempting to push. Every so often, though, Freddy will dig in, refuse to give up, and push something that logically he shouldn't be able to push. -Generates extra aggro, can be used with environment for extra effects-

Sound - Aura of Terror. Freddy suddenly stops producing audible noise. However, he passively unleashes from his body a sound at a pitch of 23 kHz, a pitch too high to be heard by humans. This sound causes people to experience incredible fear. Continued exposure will render someone immune to its effects, and most combat trained people will be able to resist its effects(since they can face their fear already), limiting this ability's usefulness. In addition, it only works on human beings, and Freddy himself had to build an immunity to it. -Continuous affect, attempts to appy Despair, Fear and Fatigue-

Sentinel: This spirit manifests a blue aura around Freddy. It seems to approve when Freddy attempts confrontation, especially against overwhelmingly powerful foes. It has the following abilities.

Defense - Aegis. Sentinel protects Freddy from harm. This aegis has taken potentially lethal blows and rendered them harmless. Freddy cannot activate this manually, it automatically activates when he is in mortal danger.Sentinel can use this a limited number of times per day, and it only lasts for a few seconds. Freddy has suffered serious injury before when Sentinel apparently ran out of uses of this ability. What this means, is that Freddy is more likely to survive having a nuke dropped on him than he is to survive being shot 5 times over the course of a day. This power does not protect Freddy from poisons that are already in his system, nor from asphyxiation or any other such deprivation of something necessary to live. It merely prevents outside factors from harming him. -Applies Aura, Protect and Shell-

Offense - Vanguard. Sentinel grants Freddy a burst of speed and strength, causing him to be ridiculously powerful for 2 or 3 seconds. This also has a limited number of uses per day. The increase in strength and speed is very incredible. -Applies Aura, Faith and Bravery-

Attributes

Commando 8
Ravager 8
Sentinel 12
Synergist 7
Medic 0

Name: Katherine "Kat" Hardy
Birthday: 6th of December
Height: 1.73m

Appearance:
Kat keeps her clothing simple when out of uniform. She prefers jeans, usually a darker shade, with a simple blouse and flats. She has a thing for bracelets though, and is often wearing quite a few. Her hair is usually pulled up, either in a bun or a ponytail. She has a tattoo of a crescent moon on nape of her neck.

Personality: Honesty is the policy with Kat. She is completely, unforgivingly honest, especially with her friends, and expects others to act the same. She values the truth over most other things. Her honesty sometimes falls into insensitive territory but she doesn't see this as an issue. She thinks the truth is more important than preserving the feelings of others. Many see this as an excuse to be rude though. Kat is a very direct and straightforward girl, she doesn't play games and lets her opinions be known. Due to her honesty, Kat is sometimes described as insensitive and judgmental.

Kat is a very in the now type of person. She lives for the present and has trouble realizing the effects her actions may have in the future. She doesn't worry about the future and doesn't dwell on the past as she views them as unknowable and unchangeable, respectively.

Kat is also very loyal. To her cause and her friends, she is unwavering in her devotion.

Biography: Like just about everyone else who met him, Kat quickly came to love Sam after meeting him. It was strange how easy it was to follow him, how easy it was to trust him. Charisma with ease, a natural born leader, Sam brought everyone together in a way that seemed almost unreal. They were just kids, and yet he seemed to know exactly what he was doing. Kat had no doubt he'd be doing great things right now, had he lived. He'd be a general or a political leader or some other esteemed position where he'd inspire those around him. Even in these dark times, just thinking about Sam filled Kat with a warmth that was nearly unmatched. Occasionally she wondered how much of Sam was just an idea. How much of what she remembered was true, and how much was imagined over the years? She guessed it was easier to deify him in her mind, considering he was no longer around to disappoint. It didn't matter much though, the idea of Sam was a good thing, real or not.

Kat had a relatively normal youth. She went to school, played with her friends, and read a lot. Nothing of particular import happened until Sam. His death hit her hard, young as she was, and left her in a dark place for awhile. Everything seemed dampened after he was gone. Colors a little less vivid, the summer breeze a little less gentle, books a little less interesting. Eventually she got out of her mood, as she finally accepted he was gone she found her peace. She didn't know if Sam was in a better place or not, but there was nothing she could do about that. She hadn't been there when he passed, and one thing that still gets her is that she was unable to even say goodbye. She couldn't even remember the last thing she said to him. After her acceptance, Kat found a new appreciation for the present. She dwelled no longer, and didn't worry about the future. She'd let the world, and her friends, take her where they might.

Not soon after, her parents go divorced. This wasn't that big of a deal, as it was a peaceful parting. Sure, she wished her parents stayed together, but if it wasn't working she understood there was little point to drag it on. She was grateful they had waited until she was a little older though.

Her father moved away after the split, and she only saw him a couple times a month. He had a demanding government job, and was quite busy. Her relationship with him diminished as a result. Her mother was in the same position, but at least she still lived with Kat. Her job had been getting more and more demanding as the war raged on, and eventually she was told she'd been transferred to another city. With a bit of arguing, Kat convinced her mother to allow her to stay in her hometown, to be with her friends. She had decided to stay in the dorms of the Military Academy. Kat was one of the first to sign up. She had been aching to do something of meaning, and took her and her friend's affinity with the spirits as a sign that this was what they were supposed to do. In the back of her mind, she knew she was so eager to join and fight as a way of honoring Sam's memory

Weapon: Sword and Combat Knife

Limit Break: Snow Globe: Kat creates a large sphere of incredibly dense ice in an area of her choosing. If she is on flat ground, it will appear as a half sphere. This creates a near impenetrable barrier. She can use this power defensively, to block her and others off from their enemies, or can use it offensively to seal enemies away. This sphere doesn't require much existing water to form.

Spirits:

Water: Torrent: Kat is able to control the movements of water existing in her environment. She is able to use this water for various purposes. The spirit is very versatile but requires existing water which can be hard to find at times.

Water: Drown: Using the water present in a living creature, Kat attempts to drown an enemy from the inside. This spirit is a very powerful one, but it is held back by requiring Kat to stand still and concentrate on a single enemy for an extended period of time. This can leave her vulnerable.

Ice: Cold Touch: This spirit causes anything Kat touches with her skin to freeze when it is active. The temperature decrease is minimal on first contact, but it rapidly accelerates over prolonged periods.

Ice: Flash Freeze: Using water available in the environment, Kat is able to rapidly freeze it. She most often uses this spirit to create ice spears to impale an enemy or an ice field to hinder movement.

Name: Kimberly Rene “Fuzzy” Faye
Birthday: July 19th
Height: 1.99m
Appearance: Kimberly's appearance had always daunted those around him. Maybe it was his hollow dark eyes that observed the world with an intense glare so powerful that it might as well have the ability to disintegrate people with a simple glance. It might have been because his facial muscle was as flexible as granite, usually showing no other expression other than grouchy and a homicidal smile. Or maybe it was just because he was a giant. Something about him made little children cry, women take out their pepper spray, and keep the emergency line busy with calls pertaining to a suspicious individual. Kimberly has been questioned by the authorities, numerous times, on the basis that he looked like a(n): gang member, escaped criminal, terrorist, serial killer, and wild beast. Not many believed he was innocent on all counts.

His unkempt long wavy hair, initially grown in attempt to make himself invisible and less threatening, has been Kimberly's trademark; the reason why he would come to be known as “Fuzzy”. Now that he is capable of growing facial hair, Kimberly has a beard that his equally as long and untamed as his scalp hair, further cementing the name “Fuzzy”. Fortunately or unfortunately for him, Kimberly's family tend to play with his hair so often that it is not rare to find Kimberly walking around with braided hair and beard ornamented with hair clips and ribbons.

Ever since he joined the academy, Kimberly has maintained a muscular body so that he would be better equipped to protect and support his friends and remaining family members from the brutal world.

As for attire, Kimberly has never been picky. He would wear just about anything as long as he was comfortable in them: even if the clothing did not actually match or look good on him.

Personality: Despite the stoic-henchman looking appearance, Kimberly himself is a kindhearted innocuous gentleman who has trouble expressing himself. For those who have no idea what kind of person Kimberly is, he may appear phlegmatic or even impassive, but he is far from both. He is more loquacious in his mind than he is in reality and he is much more emotional than his face allows him to be. Mild emotions only appear like Kimberly feels nothing. Extreme emotions make Kimberly look like he is about to cast a curse on someone or has severe constipation. Any positive emotions make Kimberly present that infamous homicidal smile of his. Kimberly rarely gets angry, but once he is enraged, it is difficult to calm him down. If he ever hurts someone, Kimberly always ends up regretting what he had done, regardless of how justified it may have been.

Kimberly is honest, loyal, and values his friends and family more than anything in the world. He is usually cautious, but can be credulous when it comes to his friends and family: a trait he attained ever since Samuel believed Kimberly when no one else believed Kimberly's father was innocent of the murders.

While having a talent for sports, Kimberly is the most skilled as an artist. Influenced by his mother's side of the family, Kimberly loves nature and various realms of art. When there was still plenty of uncontaminated nature to spare, Kimberly would take walks or simply stare at the scenery as a pass time. Kimberly's current dream is to resurrect green parks so that his daughter and her children would be able to play in it like he did when he was younger.

Though Kimberly would claim that he is over the traumatic events of his childhood, ever since the suicide of his mother, Kimberly has been suffering from chronic hallucinatory psychosis. Symptoms include various sensory hallucinations, the most prominent symptom being auditory hallucinations, which can be either a harmless or terrifying experience for Kimberly. Kimberly is usually aware if what he experiences is a hallucination or not, but occasionally he cannot tell the difference between reality and imagination. Kimberly often hallucinates about a man named "Ghost", a cynical and sarcastic individual who does not always share the same opinion as Kimberly.

Biography: Kimberly was born as the only child between Lee Faye, an ex-convict, and Joyce Evette Appleberry, a photographer. Though they were not financially wealthy, the Faye family lived peacefully for the first three years of Kimberly's life. That was, until Kimberly's father was arrested for murders that he did not commit. For two years, Lee and Joyce tried to prove Lee's innocence. For two years Joyce and Kimberly were harassed by the media and those who were convinced Lee was the culprit. For two years they fought and failed. When Kimberly was five, Lee Faye was executed. A few days later, out of a moment's despair, Joyce committed suicide. She had attempted to take her son with her, but Kimberly survived the whole ordeal.

Kimberly was sent to live with his heterodox grandparents, “Mrs.” Clair Appleberry and Mrs. Michaela Appleberry, in Helston. “Mrs.” Clair Appleberry, Kimberly's biological grandfather, actively worked as a botanist while her wife Michaela ran a coffeehouse. Moving to Helston was supposed to be the new beginning that Kimberly desperately needed, but unfortunately for him, everyone in Helston knew Kimberly as the son of a murder. Wherever he went, Kimberly was greeted with cold stares and whispers that he pretended not to hear. Rumors were what people knew of Kimberly. No one got close to him more than necessary and Kimberly kept his distance away from others. It would have stayed like this for the rest of Kimberly's life if he had not met Samuel. Samuel opened the world for Kimberly: he would go places he would never go to, do things he would have never done alone, and become friends with those who would have been simply acquaintances. Samuel's death devastated Kimberly, but like the others, he managed to move on.

In middle school Kimberly met his future wife, Nancy April Rose (a surprise even to his friends). Nancy entered the same academy as Kimberly, as a mechanic. Being extremely talented, and a few years older than Kimberly, Nancy graduated before Kimberly did. However, she was forced to take maternity leave when she discovered that she was pregnant. After giving birth to a baby girl, Samuela Jolee Faye, Nancy worked as a mechanic for active military troops until she was found dead after a sudden attack by the abominations. Some say Nancy was just unlucky. The creature must have managed to slip deep into the facility without any soldier or security noticing. Some say she was murdered... by a human. Why else would only one mechanic be found dead in the middle of one of the best military facilities humanity had to offer, while everyone else in it were, for the most part, unharmed? Did a creature really breach the security? No one knows.

Since Kimberly's academy training often prevented him from going home, Samuela was usually under the Appleberry's care. Kimberly did try his best to spend time with his family as much as possible. When Kimberly was unable to go home for awhile, the Appleberry's visited the academy with Samuela to check on Kimberly and his friends.

Weapon: Kimberly is proficient in hand-to-hand combat. Since his fighting style requires direct contact with his enemies, during missions, Kimberly is covered in armor specialized for close combat from head to toe.

Limit Break: With his “roar” Kimberly’s limit break allows him to summon forth a spirit or an army of spirits of any organism to attack his enemies or to grant him the ability to transform into a Chimera ---a beast which changes in appearance and abilities based on the combination of various traits of the organisms he summoned. This limit break, unfortunately, has a catch: Kimberly must give up something as payment. The more powerful the foe is or difficult the task is, the higher the value of the payment must be. If he fails to make a satisfying payment, Kimberly will go berserk for a few minutes to a couple of days. Not even his allies are safe from him if this should happen.

Spirits:
Kimberly is naturally attuned to the spirits of (or related to) sound, plants, and animals. It seems that the spirits of sound and animals are not fully under Kimberly's command (yet are permanently bound to him even with the power of the Tree of Life), as such, they are the two spirits that tend to primarily provide passive abilities.


Outside of battle, Kimberly often uses his sound and animal spirits for various tasks. His sound spirits: Enhances his hearing; Makes all sounds Kimberly produce undetectable for a few minutes; and Allows Kimberly to mimic other sounds. Kimberly can momentarily borrow the animal's unique ability, for example, see as well as an eagle, track down smells using the dog spirits, or gaining the agility of a monkey.

Name: Remiel "Remi" Morgenstern
Birthday: 31st of March
Height: 181cm

Appearance: Somewhat more precocious than usual

Personality: Much like the appearance he keeps, Remi conducts himself with a measure of poise and decorum at very nearly every moment. Even when among intimate friends he carefully chooses each word and action he takes. While far from cold, he does maintain a certain level of distance, even from those closest to him. His WARG profile suggests that these characteristics would make him an excellent operations coordinator, but not a particularly good field leader.

While it is not particularly difficult to connect with Remi, or get him to loosen up, what makes his behavior troubling is how markedly different it is than when he was younger. Once a particularly energetic and rambunctious child, while he had little of Samuel's charisma, if anything Remi was even more creative and outgoing. The shift in Remiel's behavior after his friends death was gradual, but it is hard not to sense the jarring difference between the Remiel that is and the Remi that was.

Since his first deployment into Norton City, Remi displays an increased behavioral range, likely reflecting the stress and changing contingencies of his environment. There is insufficient data to determine how drastic this change in typing might be.

Biography: Remiel's life leading up to the calamity was not one of particular import. It was the carefree, everyday, ordinary sort of life of all children living in relative peace and comfort. His parents were loving; ordinary. He always had a roof over his head and a meal in his belly; ordinary. He had his friends. Ordinary. He met his lifelong compatriots one day exploring an abandoned construction site near his home. There were other kids there, playing where they weren't supposed to, relishing the thrill of breaking the rules, ordinary childhood antics. The accident, when it happened, was the ordinary sort of tragedy that always occurs in youth. Someone fell. Someone bled. All Remi can really remember was all the sound suddenly falling away as everyone stared at all the blood. Remi had never seen so much blood. The next thing he remembers was Samuel taking charge, shaking everyone from their reverie, sending someone to get help and starting first-aid on the stricken and shaken child. Eventually kids ran home, so did Remi, parents called parents, everyone got scolded. Samuel came around the next day, going door to door to get people to come visit the injured kid, maybe sign their cast, maybe pool their allowances to get them a present. Remi said they should get them a hard hat. Sam smiled.

The rest of Remi's childhood, brief as it was, passed with a similarly lackadaisical air. Ordinary joys and ordinary sorrows bled together in the maelstrom of memory. But the slow ripples of time and tide quiver with the oncoming storm, and one day, Remi's world became extraordinary. Remi doesn't remember much of the invasion, of the war. It was a time of strife and chaos, and even those white-hot memories of fear and pain and woe cool until only recollection remains. Remi got his first tastes of combat during the last half-decade of the invasion, becoming one of many child-soldiers pressed into service to stem the vicious otherworldly tide. Like the rest of the war, Remi's years on the field are a haze of hardships and intermittent violence. Only a few sharp points stick out in his mind. The first was the first time he saw someone die up close, to see life ooze out of them agonizingly slow, and yet, at the same time, siphon from them with a speed he could hardly comprehend. He didn't know he was capable of feeling such pain as when he saw that stranger die. The next the the first time he killed. As the beast died on his blade what he remembered most was how it died just like a man, for all its fangs and fury, it died just the same. The next was when he heard of Samuel's death. He wasn't there when it happened, he only got word through a field report. What he remembers most of that day was how he barely felt anything at all.

After that initial partisan tour, Remi found himself enrolled with many of his old childhood friends at the academy, their spiritual magnetism discovered, they were to be groomed into the next generation of soldiers for 'the cause'. Excelling in his studies, Remi's years at the Academy passed like all the others, a series of moments, some ordinary, some extraordinary, all flickering past as time ground on. Now they graduate, and while the past may be unfocused, Remi has kept the future in sharp clarity. While the past may be full of joys and sorrows ordinary and otherwise, the future would be Brobdingnagian in scope. The future would be painful. The future would be wonderful. The future would be extraordinary.

Weapon: Remiel lost his primary armaments following the Norton campaign. He now relies upon his enhanced physical prowess and unarmed combat training.

Limit Break: Unknown, Remiel has yet to display a Limit Break.

Spirits

The Spectators
Element: None
Effect: Remiel has an increased base level of enhancement when compared to other guardians. His potential strength, speed, force, and durability are notably augmented, giving him 15 extra attribute points.
Description: The riot of spirits that Remiel calls the Spectators have swelled in number since his experiences at the Tree of Life. Pressed in such volume, the fragmentary, insular spirits were forced from the stands and onto the stage. While lacking in direction or individual purpose, the sovereignty of their numbers adds spiritual weight to nearly all of Remiel's endeavors.

Charybdis
Element: None
Effect: Draws in and consumes spiritual essence around Remi, absorbing skills and information from enemies.
Description: Remiel's spirit is a singularity, trying to absorb all other spiritual substance into itself. This happens without intention or control on Remi's part and the effect has grown stronger since it first manifested itself. While normally not harmful to those around him, the constant crumbs of spirit that Remi absorbs does allow him to taste the essence of the spirits that are absorbed, giving Remi the ability to mimic the spiritual powers of those he tastes as well as other morsels of their existence such as memories or conditions.

Attributes
Commando: 10
Ravager: 10
Sentinel: 10
Synergist: 10
Medic: 10

“Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.”
— Jodi Picoult, My Sister’s Keeper
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Name:
Royce 'Puck' Guyvers
Birthday:
14th of February
Appearance:
Standing at about 177cm and weighing a 180 lbs of mostly lithe muscle, Royce looks as if he exudes snarky confidence. His face is very sharp, with a toned jaw and a defined nose; his eyes stand out the most. They cry out mischief and clever as they glint and smile, coupled with the toothy smirk he usually flashes and he's a disaster waiting to happen. His hair is often styled up and slightly disheveled, but always the daunting obsidian mass. He often spaces out and looks inattentive even during the most crucial of moments. Royce is good at putting on a mask, keeping people comfortable in his presence, if not gullible to the blank stares that cry out someone who doesn't quite have all the lights on upstairs. Feigning stupidity to hide a clever mind gives Royce a rather unfair advantage, but he was never one to play fairly anyway. But, he walks with a charm and confidence that he does his best to purvey, instead of slunk over and suspicious like he could be. But, the quiet interior is often masked in various ways, from the expressions on his face to the loud and obtrusively energetic gestures he often makes. His mere presence either charms you into a false sense of security or tires you from the over ecstatic and excitable individual that he often seems. He talks in a very concise manner, and is a master of adding subtle inflections to give people a sense that they know what he's feeling or what his intentions are purely from his voice. Essentially, he understands how tone and pitch work when talking and the language of dialogue itself so that it can suit his needs. He usually talks in a very smooth, precise manner that often flows together in a fast paced bunch. It often sounds like he's rushed, but somehow relaxed and comfortable, if that's even possible. When irritated or angry, he often talks in a higher, slower pitch and enunciates in an irritating manner, almost condescending in the way it sounds.

Royce offers a bland style that he customs to his own; bland is what he knows how to work with. It's never dull in taste, but can be considered crude and rudimentary and is often flared with the most senseless of knickknacks that he finds. Even armored up, it's loud and out there, as if he needs to constantly put a bulls-eye on his back for people to shoot at. He calls it a 'challenge' while most agree that it's actually 'stupidity'. But, the danger lives and courses through his veins. And due to the military life, he's been accustomed to strict work out regimens and boasts a prominent figure, though considered lithe when compared to some of the other hulking men in service. He likes to be nimble, flexible, and precise, over extremely strong, durable, and brawny. Royce is quick and has astonishing reflexes too, able to react and act with an above average speed. His energy is boundless, so the speed and precision befits his style of combat, as it's often fast and unpredictable. Not to mention he's also a dirty fighter; no one fair smirks like that.

Personality:
"I tell half-truths. I'm still being honest, just not... entirely so."

Royce is called Puck for a reason.

Driven purely on the excitement of the present, Royce is a very, 'do it because it's fun' kind of guy and may find himself skirting the lines of morality, simply because he enjoys something too much. He's often careless in how he acts, undeniably indifferent to most people except those closest to him, and often finds it hard to motivate himself beyond, 'it's fun.' There's not much there in terms of his real goals, as he often finds himself lost in what he's doing too much to worry about where he's going. He likes excitement and is filled with a boundless energy that's hard to calm. What's more, he likes using that energy to the fullest and will sometimes take certain actions to the extreme, which has numerous affects on those around him. Either he accidentally harms someone in the process, or he relentlessly annoys anyone close enough to be drawn into his antics.

Roy is a charismatic and manipulative individual when he's not off doing God know's what. Someone who people usually go to for a few cheap laughs, usually at the expense of another person, Roy is surprisingly horrible at sarcasm. He's got about as much snark as a toilet bowl, but he makes up for that in cunning and probably foolishness. There's always a layer of near idiocy over his cunning, giving most people a terrible first impression. He seems like he's doing the stupidest of things just to do them and, in a sense, they're right. Roy is subconsciously manipulative and often works to push people to do the work for him, whilst he keeps up the harmless guise. He can be seen as ruthless and often uncaring when he exposes his underlying nature; all of his actions, everything he does, is usually to further his goal and his goal alone. It makes him a person who's very hard to work with, in both utter annoyance and the fact that he can often push people further down in his duplicity. He may look and act stupid, but he's clever and most of his manipulation is subtle and varies from person to person. If a weakness can further his goals, then he'll exploit it until the individual is thoroughly broken. Often times he never stays to see the aftermath and can be blind to the maliciousness of what he sometimes does.

But the thing is, most of Roy's goals are very short term. They have no apparent drive further, aren't just broken down things to do to get to the real thing. They're usually things that Roy likes, things that Roy thinks are necessary for his survival and it can often lead him lost and inhibited by his own myopia. To Roy the future is scary and too random for him to grasp and often has a misconception that it really doesn't matter in the long run. That's actually what drives him away from staying on course for too long because he honestly believes the future is so flimsy that it won't matter what he does. It's kind of a skewed look at destiny and it drives him to wander around lost and not knowing what to do for long periods of time. Royce, if anything, wants stability the most in his life and is often driven subconsciously to gain it. Most of those plans fail due to his own self-sabotage and fear of what it might mean for him.

Biography:

Sam.
Roy hated Sam to the point where he often pulled mean pranks on him and his friends. That really only lasted a few days, in which they knew each other—Roy was energetic and kept people on their toes as a child, so he often did things in a perpetual fast forward. However, Sam, unlike most people who would have wailed on him to no tomorrow, approached him in their energetic youth. He blatantly asked Roy why he was being so mean and Roy told him flat out: "I don't like you. You're too... too better and that's not fair."

Now, Roy hadn't the normal family life. His father and mother were divorced at a young age and he was left with just one other sibling to look after as they lived with their mother. Their mother was the sweetest and kindest and gentlest thing ever, soft to the core and loved with all her being. She had a few problems, yeah, but they were never apparent to her children. She was addicted to drugs and sex and often got fired for both from wherever she tried to work at, leaving her children impoverished and without all the things these other kids had. They made do, though, and Roy would often have fun at the expense of others. He liked pranks and could sometimes get out of hand, even if none of it was for anything personal and it got a laugh out of his little sister. But, along with his mother's issues, his father had custody on the weekends, where they'd spend those days on the other side of the town. The father had more blatant issues than the mother, with alcohol and drugs being prominent and out there, even within reach. He'd even offered them some, just to show how much of a terrible parent he made. This didn't come across as the type of fun that either of the kids liked, but it was the soul reason his sister died a lot later in his life. She OD'd at 14 and his father was too high to help her.

On one of these weekends, Roy had met Sam and immediately grew jealous of him. He'd not known the boys home life, didn't know what he had or didn't have, but the kid's attitude was so righteous and 'do it my way' from his perspective. He was a shepherd among a herd of sheep and Roy didn't like the idea of being a sheep, no matter how drawn he was to him. It was subtle at first, but the moment Samuel approached him, gave him the sternest look a kid could muster, and asked that question, Roy's mind clicked and it clicked in the right way this time. Sam was better than him in every way, but if there was someone who could make him like that and happily so, it was probably Sam.

It was rough at the start; the group didn't quite like him the way Sam did. They didn't all get along too well, especially since Roy was one of the more active ones. He didn't take a leadership role, but he did dish out the most ideas, however zany and crazy they were. Sam struck most of them down in a very subtle way, but Roy didn't ever mind because he essentially satiated his desire to do something, anything. Sam fulfilled a stability in Roy's life that no one else ever could and when they lost him, all of that stability crumbled and he'd often wander away from the current group in a mindless haze, wondering what he was doing and why. But, Sam had brought them so close and even without him, they still added a stability that he craved and needed, but didn't necessarily see. Roy became a lot less ordered, more energetic, and liked to be out of control more often than not and it put a strain on those close in his life, but they all loved each other too much to separate. Sure, they told him what for and he told them back, but one can only be upset at their only friends for so long.

Without Sam to guide him, he was kind of lost. He was so worried that he'd become a sheep that at the lost of that one person who gave him most direction he ultimately turned into one. He was guided by his instincts and motivated by pleasure more than anything else, though he cared about his friends a lot more than anything else. The problem was that the rest of the world simply wasn't there and he often tacked on his friends motivations in place of his own. He was so lost, that he'd not realize what he was doing, following the group into a military academy that trained and gave them the strength to fight.

Roy found solace in the spirits that found him, those that were also lost and who also found themselves too focused on what was happening to realize their consequences. They were the radical whims of creatures who found delight in the chaos they sowed, but their chaos didn't disrupt life. It rather gave meaning to it and brought about more positives in their mischief than negatives in their maliciousness. But, they were lost as to what to do and their goals and found the security they needed in Roy, even if he himself was lost to it.

Weapon:
Wields a rapier and a wrist crossbow.
Royce is a big fan of conventional weapons, but is flimsy when it comes to sticking to one specific style. He's something of a jack of all trades when it comes to various weapons, but hasn't had the attention-span to master any of them. From swords, to shotguns, to gunblades, and plenty more, Royce has had at least intermediate training with most of the weapons he's handled, but was never anything special aside from knowing a large amount of fighting styles with weapons he's jumped to and from. But one things sticks out when Royce fights and that's the unpredictability and randomness he's incorporated into any form of combat, which usually makes up for his lack in real expertise at battle. He's cheap and dirty, and if something works, he exploits it relentlessly. He's made a habit of prolonging fights just to lock down on weaknesses to increase his chance of victory.

At the moment, he's gone back to training with a rapier and tacked on a small crossbow to his wrist for added effect. The rapier is standard military equipment, as he's too flaky to have customized weapons (that would be a fortune down the drain). The wrist bow is custom made purely because it's not a choice ranged weapon among most military personnel; if you've got access to either a gun or a crossbow, you're going to almost always pick the gun. He insists on the uniqueness of it and that the crudeness brings its own esoteric flair to his combat. Unfortunately, he's already drifting apart from the crossbow, as he's been eyeing a second rapier rather greedily whilst sparring. However, he'll most likely be forced to stick with what he's got for awhile for practicality's sake and to keep from killing himself.

Limit Break:
Purge and Cull

In one swift, supernova like burst, Roy, as the center, covers a two mile radius in dense jungle, ripping through concrete and metal with trees and vines and moss like they were paper, and embedding himself within the center in a large dome of rock and wood. The forest radiates through the affected area, spurting forth giant trees and coating everything in a layer of brown and green. The trees themselves root through anything standing above them in a giant upheaval, meaning concrete slabs or chunks of buildings are thrown haphazardly around until they're fully encased in whatever the newly awakened jungle catches it in. The jungle provides a dense cover in which Roy is fully away of anything that steps in or attempts to step out, giving him entire subconscious control of the sprawling grass and vines that coat the jungle. However, his control is just by proxy (thought entirely magnified a hundred fold) as is deemed by the spirits under his care as they fly through the trees and the flowers with as much glee as they inherently come with, dancing around foe and friend alike in their ironically ecclesiastical display.

The main course of the limit break is not the giant nova of trees and plants, but what lay within the jungle itself. Each plant that inhabits the makeshift forest immediately coats the entire area in a barely visible, spore like toxin that actively seeks out hosts to embed themselves into. They have a mind of their own, but are swayed by Roy's subconscious to seek out neutral or opposing parties, instead of those he deems allies. Once inhaled, the spores are slow to work for them to be considered battle ready, but come through in a rather gruesome display. When lost in a dense jungle in the middle of a giant city, the amount of time the spores take to infect their victims is practically meaningless. The spores themselves root themselves deep inside their victims, causing them to slowly stop functioning altogether after bouts of inhuman violence and then to finally become petrified as the spores begin to grow in a wonderful display of purples and blues and greens until they finally explode in from their host, fully killing it and turning it into a statue of brown and green vines tied to whatever surface they'd fallen onto, sprouting giant blood flowers specked with the purples and blues.

Once all hostile and neutral life has been wiped clean of the jungle, the trees turn to ash, releasing everything they held and leaving only the gruesome coffins of men, women, and animal in its wake. The ashen waste that the plants become in an instant is almost as catastrophic as the supernova of trees and leaves as the debris the forest held crashes down with the ash, leaving an exhausted and barely conscious Roy in the soot of his protective shell. The entire limit break usually lasts an hour as the spores cull through the population of foes and create a swathe of bloody, plant coffins in its wake.

Spirits:
Everyone, from the dawn of man to the age of information, have always made rash explanations for the unknown under the guise of intellectual discussion. Particularly in the green land areas of the lands furthest to the north, spotted in islands and rolling with hills, the term Fae Folk have been a common way to explain certain mysteries: spirits, odd, eerie sounds in forests, shadows in the middle of the night, unexplained laughter, disease even. Tricksters are a culture's necessity to explain the misfortune of those beguiled by spirits seeking fun in, usually, malicious ways. They were Aesop tales, reminders to children to behave, lest they tempt the wrath of a god or the wiles of a nine-tailed fox. These beings were chaotic, in nature, but brought a surprising amount of order in what they did; they were reminders, as parents thought, and lessons to better humanity. But they were also malicious and unconscious of the consequences of their actions. They were beings who, not only didn't understand, but did not abide by the laws of social morality and ethics that people bound themselves to. And this labeled them as beings of ill-intent, not of the legends they once were. They were misunderstood in the hatred, and retreated to the solace of burrows, of sanctuaries in abandoned buildings, networks through trees in dense forests. They found life and security within nature and its unexplained mysteries.

But these spirits were, too, affected by the Calamity and the havoc it wreaked. They sought refuge in those that had deemed them demons and monsters, instead of the beings they truly were. The fae that lived in the flowers, the elusive fox that burrowed through the forest, or the whispering breeze that fluttered in the wind, were considered beasts not unlike what the Calamity produced. Most were consumed, as they could not find enough suitable humans who hadn't feared or loathed them, an unfortunate tragedy to creatures that were forced to hide and who were lost in the wake of both tragedies. Roy was one such refuge.

He harbors a range of creatures, but all have similar qualities to them, in that they were all beings of nature's chaos. They were whimsical and spontaneous, unable to hold down for the smallest second, very akin to Roy. What more, they knew his pain well, or even better than he did and saw the same reasons for his actions as they did theirs. The bond Roy holds with his spirits is close and understanding, as if they were all one in the same. And there are a number of them attached to Roy, as he deems himself the bastion for mischief. Most of the beings are a very bright, reflective color when manifested and even contain elaborate patterns in imbued within them; they all very in size and length, but have a tendency to swarm erratically and often touch whatever they can. He dubs them his Court or The Court, and though some only provide a way to combat the world and its enemies, most only reside in Roy for protection and offer nothing but their whimsical presence.

Earth — Bramble Spores
Status Ailments
Curse -
Darkness -

The earth will birth many things, some being of more danger and holding spirits of malicious intent along with it. The thistle like vines that sprout beneath Roy's feat and shoot forth like razor whips hold cautious spirits, spirits that retreat behind walls of giant brambles with thorns the size of human arms to find purchase in the world and safety, most of all. The vines these spirits control are of a hardened material and wrap around almost harmlessly to those they protect, but lash out fiercely to embed themselves within foe, blinding them with the thorns and pushing them away behind a wall of sinewy green-brown. From between the thorns lie a multitude of spores that more vines blossom from, bursting forth in an orange spray that weighs down anyone to step foot near, sinking in when they rear back for an attack and biting flesh and armor alike to sear pain through their limbs in warning.

In Roy's hands they are more a device to impede rather than to lash out to harm, whipping large walls of these vines to twist into a makeshift wall in protection, keeping foes back as well as effecting them with the poison of the spores that line the thick skin of each vine. In some instances, he encases (mostly) himself and occasionally others to aid in their resilience or to put more bite to any attacks he makes, usually wrapping a good chunk of thinner brambles around his forearm, acting as makeshift bracers. The vines can burst forth in various sizes, but effectively stay within range of Roy, crumbling to ash should he step too far away. They stay in effect for a limited amount of time, which is cut clean when Roy wills it or walks too far away. They protect mostly against piercing, slashing, and blunt force damage, but are very susceptible to any form of fire or can be shattered with just enough explosive force.

Dark — Through the Looking Glass

If one wants to get from point A to D, they usually go through points B and C to do so. However, Puck can traverse from point A to D and back without going through the trouble of points B and C. These are often holes between realms that specific spirits traverse in their desperation, opened to Roy in large rifts and portals. However, Roy can't traverse too far without terrible side effects. Meaning, he can't travel from one end of the world to the other without severely damaging his mind, as he goes through an alternate dimension (often what one could consider Heaven or Hell; a kind of spirit world, in essence), to traverse these distances almost instantaneously and staying in the dimension for too long (since it isn't usually governed by the same principals of time that his world is) can drive a man insane. These dimensional gates are open for only one person at a time and close after that one person has gone through. While only spirits can be affected in these realms, humans remain unharmed physically, but can have their minds scarred from the images and the unimaginable that they are exposed to, as a human usually isn't allowed access to this particular realm until they've moved on from the living. This is limited to those Roy deems allies or himself, but the mind altering affects are double for anyone else who enters. The effects stack and too many times traveling through different dimensions can literally rot a brain, though Puck has grown more accustomed to the effects through repeated safe use over the time. The effects do wear off with enough time, which for Roy doesn't take too long, but for anyone else it may vary depending on the individual's mental state.

Roy is currently limited to traveling about a kilometer before the effects begin to show. He's also limited to about 10 regular jumps at a max of 500 meters, which can increase up to 20 depending on the size of his jumps—the shorter, the less exhausting. On average, it's usually about 15 consecutive jumps.

Earth/Dark — Neurotoxin
Status Ailments
Curse -

Seeping through like venom, deep fanged spirits that slide through the folds of skin in their purple haze, climbing into the air to be breathed like poison or seep through the sharp blade of a rapier like venom. Roy can possess this ability like an extension of himself, whether that be in a purplish cloud around him or dripping from his weapon. The toxin, either way, effectively seizes the target's nervous system to cripple them into crumpled masses, flaring burning pain that explodes through joints like dynamite. It takes a hold of the target and doesn't let go for a short duration, unless applied relentlessly through close quarter contact. How highly concentrated the poison is depends on how large of an area Roy affects and how much focus he puts into it. Usually, he'll have room to spread the effects in a tiny radius around him, or apply a copious amount of his rapier or crossbow bolts; this can be done subconsciously if he so wishes. In higher concentrations and larger areas, he must put most, if not all, of his energy into the ability, leaving him a sitting duck. The effects are never lethal and aim to incapacitate, rather than outright kill and the effects, again, don't last long unless continuously applied.

Earth/Dark — Fox-Eye
Status Ailments
Despair -
Protect -

Spreading fear through a person is easy, but is full of vast intricacies that it's never all that simple. But, put someone into their own head and they'll find it relatively difficult to sway their mind of thinking rather nasty thoughts. A simple look, straight into the very soul of an individual, is all it takes for Roy to send them deep into their head until they're reeling about in reality, weapon in hand, and prepared to kill any of the phantom invaders that have come pouring out. They're never actually there, though, and the person often finds more red on their hands than they'd ever be able to handle.

The actual ability affects only one person at a time and can be very taxing on the spirit within Roy's grasp, a tricky thing that sprouted from beneath various toxic plants that induce more than just crazy hallucinations. They'd eat the person inside out, but the spirit only ever retained its hallucinogenic glory. When using the ability, the spirit takes hold of the mind, popping out through as a silver fox, nine-tails hashing in a sudden gust of wind before disappearing in a haze of pink and blue. It renders the individual catatonic for just a split second, enough for their mind to twist the world into an unholy playground of their worst nightmares. It twists, but never truly fabricates, turning materials into something entirely different, but forcing the individual to face his/her fears head on. And usually those fears replace the flesh of allies, releasing waves of spiders or a troupe homicidal clowns, whatever troubles the victim enough to induce and fear driven rage as they spray bullets or embed swords into whatever thing that attempts to assail them and when the effect finally wears off, they're reduced to a shambling, bloodied mess to deal with their sins.

Most soldiers that traumatized, thrown into more trauma, are more than likely to blow their own brains out than ever attack again.

"Every living being dies someday; whether we are ready to die or not, that day will come surely."
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3rd of February ┊ 1.57 m

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Appearance — "ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢᵐᶦᶫᵉ ᵒᶠᵗᵉᶰ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵗᵒ ʰᶦᵈᵉ" ﹡ ﹡ ﹡


Personality — "ᵗʰᵉ ᵇʳᶦᵍʰᵗᵉˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᶫᶦᵍʰᵗˢ ᶜᵃˢᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃʳᵏᵉˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ˢʰᵃᵈᵒʷˢ"


Biography — "ᶜʳʸᶦᶰᵍ ᵒᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶰᵃᵐᵉ"


Random Facts —


Weapon — ﹡


Attributes —


Limit Break — "ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃ ᶠᶦᵉᶰᵈ ʷʰᶦᶜʰ ᶜʳᵃʷᶫᵉᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵃ ᶜʳᵉᵛᶦᶜᵉ﹖"


Spirits —

Name: Emily Whitehall ("Em," sometimes)

Birthday: 07 August

Height: 1.68 meters (5 feet, 6 inches)

Appearance:

(using hiders because giant images, be warned)





Emily is in good physical condition, certainly up to Academy standards, but she's not the fittest of the group; she doesn't really enjoy exercise and she's got a curvy build. She dresses with what she considers to be style - and it is stylish, even if it's mostly the fashions of another time. She likes long dresses, skirts and hats, and she's got quite a collection of the latter. When she's training, or has to be out-of-uniform but expects action, she dresses for flexibility and comfort, preferring tank tops and pants which give her freedom of motion, even if they don't provide much protection (see Mirror's Edge runners as an example). Her voice is a calm, melodic alto that gets deeper and throatier when she's upset, higher and breathier when she's excited.

Emily's hair grows in light blonde, almost white, in some places, and black in others. To make it look less patchy, she's developed a routine for dyeing her hair which makes it more uniformly blonde on top, black underneath. Emily was self-conscious about her unusual coloring for many years, but doesn't really mind it now that's she's managed to develop a look she likes.

Personality: Stubbornness and arrogance may be unpleasant traits, but in the face of the impossible, they might be the only way to remain sane. Emily is intelligent and thoughtful, but since finding her spirits (whom she refers to as the Others), taking those qualities to their extremes has been the only way she's survived. Though she's nice enough to most (and can be downright charming when she needs to be), Emily behaves externally as though she's incredibly self-assured: She's judgmental, she insists on doing things her way, and she's always made up her mind on a subject before she brings it up with anyone else. She maintains this demeanor because she has to in order to cope: Internally, Emily is plagued by constant doubt and fear, punctuated by episodes of depression and all-encompassing uncertainty. Her experiences with the spirits has certainly contributed to this mental binary, but it was well-formed long before she had any contact with them. She's always wanted to be seen as powerful, capable, and in control, and perhaps she believes that if others see her that way, it will become true.

To be fair, Emily's temerity does make her a good leader. She's decisive, and she knows how to delegate responsibility. Perhaps the reason she was never tapped for more command-oriented work at the Academy, then, has to do with her priorities: Nobody's quite sure what she wants or what she cares about. To be fair, Emily doesn't really know, either - having powerful spirit beings from a timeless void appear to you and then proceed to show you the absolute unimportance of your existence on a universal level tends to do that to a person. When Emily gained spirits, everything became relative. She couldn't find anything worth saving, because reality would destroy it all anyway, given enough time. Emily hasn't responded particularly well to this revelation (as if anyone would), but she's slowly coming to terms with it. For now, she's decided, she will invest in the people who are important to her. She'll care about those who care about her, and leave the rest of creation to tend to itself. It's not the most complete or reasonable ideology, she knows, but it feels relatively comfortable, and it gives her some solid ground from which to start.

It's also easy, because Emily doesn't have particularly many friends. While she gets along fine in superficial relationships, and isn't incapable of being sociable, she has a very small inner circle. People don't become fast friends with her often, probably you really get to know her, she's not the easiest to get along with. She has a unique way of steering things towards argument, and she feels incapable of backing down or compromising, even when she knows she ought to. Plus, most of the activities you do with other people are less interesting to her then the ones you do alone. She's always reading, writing, drawing or painting, and she prefers to do all these things in absolute solitude. She rarely shares her work, even when she's proud of it; she doesn't want the real world intruding on her private time any more than absolutely necessary. That said, she puts the people who are really her friends above everyone else - she sticks to the priorities she's established for herself.

Emily's personality puts her at odds with other people who behave similarly; she's far from being the only strong-willed person in the world, after all. She comforts herself with the belief that, unlike others, she really has no choice; she has to believe in herself if she's going to survive in a world that doesn't care about her (or anyone). But faith in oneself doesn't necessarily demand compliance from others. Emily will come into her own for real if she can learn to acquiesce and compromise, to accept the rightness of others, even if she doesn't care for them. Real confidence is not born from arrogance or assertiveness, so Emily will have to reconcile that within herself if she's ever going to change.

Biography: Emily was always an unusually serious child. Her parents chalked this up to intellect - she learned fast, no matter what the subject, and she always wanted more. She was their only child, so she was more than a little doted on. Her family was middle-class but mostly financially secure, at least before the war, so Emily mostly got whatever she wanted. Her mother died during, though not as a result of, the First Contact War, and Emily grew incredibly attached to her dad as a result. He kept both of them safe for the remainder of the conflict, and the two were inseparable for many years after. He didn't agree with Emily's decision to enter the Academy, and never really understood the nature of the pain she endured as a result of her contact with the spirits, try as she might to explain it. He did accept it, though, and has cautiously accepted that the Academy is a path Emily feels she has to follow, even if he's terrified at the idea of losing his only remaining family. She, in turn worried about leaving him alone, but their relationship has mostly come through the experience intact, and even if they're a bit farther apart (mentally and spatially), they stay in contact as much as possible.

At the Academy, Emily performed extremely well, excelling in nearly all her classes. Though she's not the fittest, strongest, or fastest of her classmates and friends, her force of will and persistence have granted her incredible skill, as well as control of and familiarity with her spirits, despite her mixed feelings about them. The one area that's been most difficult for her has been social; she's still got few friends, and has had even fewer romantic relationships - something she feels she should correct, but isn't sure how. Even though she's graduated, Emily doesn't feel like an adult, not really. She looks at her peers - some are getting married, some have children, some already have missions and accomplishments under their belts. Emily still harbors fears that she might be inadequate compared to the others, that she might be unprepared for the real world in so many ways - not all of them related to "the job." Even though her training has prepared her for at least some of what's to come, she's not certain she's ready to face it.

Weapon: Emily eschews the more common swords and knives in exchange for a bo staff fashioned from two collapsible batons (inspired by Arrow's Black Canary). She fights extremely effectively with the staff, but is also proficient using the two batons separately. Her fighting style is a combination of a variety of martial arts; she doesn't adhere to a specific one, but will use whatever techniques she's found to work. Emily took up the bo primarily because of its relative disuse at the Academy. Learning to use it instead of some other weapon got her a lot more one-on-one training time, which in turn made her a much better fighter. She's absolutely no less deadly than any other properly-trained Academy student, and probably much moreso than many, especially those who aren't familiar with the way she fights.To facilitate her abilities with the bow, Emily also trained heavily in hand-to-hand combat (you might say she double-majored). Even without the staff, or with only one of the batons, she's a force to be reckoned with.

In combat, Emily tends to be defensive but pragmatic, dodging and ducking continuously and striking only at opportune moments. Her goal is generally to disorient and confuse her opponent until she can strike with her spirits, at which point, the problem will ideally take care of itself. In situations where this is impractical, however, she's likely to focus on quickly disabling as many opponents as possible - not because she's unwilling to go in for kills, but because it's easier to deal with someone however you like once they're on the ground. Though she purports to disapprove of flashy fighting, she's not above showing off a little on occasion, and her unusual weapons and style make it pretty impressive.

Limit Break: Wrath of the Void. Emily uses her connection to the Others to draw a bit of their malign irreality into our world, warping the fabric of our universe within a certain area. The Wrath is not just an attack Emily can command at any time; its severity and effects vary depending on her desperation and mental state. If circumstances are sufficiently dire, and she's extremely angry, scared, or (emotionally) hurt, she may invoke the Others in order to forcibly overcome whatever obstacle is causing her trouble. While theoretically, the Wrath could be invoked at any time, it would have no effect if Emily did not need an effect - at best, it would draw unwanted attention from creatures best left unprovoked (think of it like dialing 9-1-1 because someone looked at you funny from across the street versus calling because you just saw a triple homicide; which would have a bigger response?). The exact size and description of the attack's effects vary based upon Emily's needs, but The Wrath is a uniformly devastating attack, and merely witnessing it is enough to drain Emily physically and mentally for days or even weeks, though she always emerges apparently unscathed. Emily has never performed the Wrath twice in the same place, for fear of what would happen if she did, and generally refuses to do it at all unless she has no other choice. Though she discusses it with no one, her memories of previous attempts haunt her dreams (and sometimes even her waking hours) and fuel her fears about the nature of the spirits she commands.

Spirits:

While many think of their spirits as inanimate powers, unthinking things drawing on the properties of the world as it was formed post-Calamity, Emily doesn't truck with that notion. She believes her spirits are very alive, and very intelligent, albeit in ways that are incredibly far removed from anything humans might understand. She refers to them as the "Others," and while there are many of them, they're all cut from similar cloth. They all draw from the raw, untarnished power of some ancient, eldritch void - a world outside and wholly unlike our own. Their aims, if they have any, are impossible to understand, their preferences likewise. What Emily did to engender their interest is completely beyond her. Perhaps it was very substantial indeed, or perhaps it was nothing, and their attentions are merely the whimsical manifestations of something too ancient, too powerful to care whom it helps or harms. They first manifested as whispers and false shadows, echoing in the darkest corner's of Emily's mind and invading her dreams to make themselves heard, where they showed her terrifying vistas of reality, likely beyond anything anyone could interpert in their waking hours. Emily believed the dreams were real, believed the lessons they seemed to be teaching - that the universe is vast, empty, and uncaring - but didn't know how or why she was receiving them. For months, she believed she was sick, or perhaps insane, until her powers manifested, and she realized what was really happening.

These creatures, she decided, couldn't be allowed to control her. No, if she was going to survive, she had to be the one in charge. That was why she joined the Academy, against her father's objections and in spite of having no real desire to fight. Fortunately for her, the Academy was well-prepared to help her. Her control over her abilities is formidable, while the Others themselves seem to resign themselves to incomprehensible whispers and occasional dream-visions. For the first time since she originally possessed them, Emily feels more or less at peace with the Others, but the pain their arrival inflicted on her has left its mark on her behavior and beliefs.

The spirit-manifestations Emily calls the Others are mostly distinct from the powers she draws from them. All of her abilities have the designation "Cosmic/Eldritch," whichever you prefer.

Crawling Chaos - Waves of hallucination-inducing power emanate from Emily, affecting the vision and mental function of anyone or anything they meet (this affects humans, animals, and all forms of creature). In the eyes of those affected, the world is horrifically twisted. Trees and plants become writhing columns of intestine and tentacle. Blood pours from every wall and door; pain wracks the body and clouds the mind. Originally, Emily's mental state helped dictate what the visions were and how powerful they became, but training at the Academy has allowed her to control them regardless of her current thought process (provided she isn't too unstable). All manner of eldritch vision is possible, as well as more mundane hallucinations - Emily can direct the purpose and behavior of the hallucination to some extent by focusing on her intentions in creating it (i. e., to make herself seem more powerful then she is, to make someone believe they are under attack, or are trapped, etc.), but she doesn't control the exact vision itself. Regardless of the intent, the visions are nearly always horrifying, though Emily can also temper their power to some extent. At lower strengths, the visions are merely disturbing and unpleasant. More powerful visions can cause serious mental trauma and might be very difficult to fight off (through disbelief or simply acting without regard or ones' senses). At their most powerful, they can cause lasting madness or mental instability that persists long after the onslaught has stopped.

Alien Geometries - Unlike the Chaos, this ability manipulates the physical world. Emily can make limited, one-time alterations to geometry or space-time in a given location. For example, she can make a door lead to a different room, or create an unending staircase. These effects persist for as much time as she can concentrate to maintain them, and are limited by physical size (she can't affect an area larger than a few meters in any direction) and the complexity of the violation - for example, creating a ceiling you can stand on as if it were a floor is less complex then altering a room so that you can walk upright on any surface, or, a door between two places close together is easier than a door between two far-away places. This power requires intuition based on Emily's own spatial sense, and therefore can't be applied to physical effects humans don't instinctively understand (for example, she can't produce ionizing radiation). Emily primarily uses the geometries to obstruct enemy's paths and create distractions to facilitate her escape or their capture, but with a little imagination, there are many other uses for this power.

Curse of Life - The spirits within Emily are heavily invested in her survival, and will do their utmost to protect her from harm. The Curse allows Emily to weather attacks that would kill or severely injure a normal human with relative impunity; her strength, her threshold for pain and injury increases significantly. The Curse can prevent Emily from dying of mortal wounds, provided they are relatively slow - so a gunshot to the head would still kill her instantly, but a stab to the gut might heal itself before she bleeds out. Emily can't control or activate the Curse directly, but it's dormant most of the time. Its activation corresponds roughly to Emily's natural fight-or-flight response, which means it may activate at any time she's feeling anxious or stressed - but may not even activate in combat if she's caught off-guard (at least until she gets her bearings).

Though the Curse doesn't affect Emily's mental faculties, she cannot escape the feeling that it's a symbol of the spirits' increasing control over her mind and body, and its presence terrifies her even as it protects her. The Curse is purely an internal effect and cannot be used to heal others. Further, it is caused by spirits and doesn't reside in Emily's DNA, blood, or any other material part; rather, it lives in the "scab" above her heart: pulsating, tumorous flesh above the fatal wound given to her by the Caudata. While she'll have to be analyzed somehow to discover this, the "scab" cannot be removed without killing her, as it's what's keeping her alive at all (and it will fights attempts to remove it).

Name: Aaron "Hothead" Nyles

Birthday: October 21

Height: 1.8 meters

Appearance: Aaron is a rather underwhelming when it comes to appearance. He is of average height with a very muscular build and a messy mop of hair. His eyes are almost a cold steel like color although any official record will say that they are blue. Aaron's various scars across his hands and arms have come from his years of dedicated training in the academy. While he takes his job as a soldier seriously, Aaron tends to dress in the fashion that most young men his age dress, although he tends to keep his appearance neat and tidy. Aaron wears a white undershirt with what appears to be a brown leather motorcycle jacket which stops at the middle of his back. He keeps his shirt tucked into his white pants and the ends of his pants tucked into his military issued shin-high boots.

Personality: Aaron, since Samuel's death, has become possessed with an intense hatred. In his youth as it is today Aaron had a very short fuse which consistently landed him into fights. While Aaron is a brilliant individual with a great mind for strategies, his blind hatred for the creatures that fight humanity and his infamously short temper often lead him to charge head first into situations. Aaron holds his friends in high reguards and does everything he can to make his friends laugh. While he knows he could never truly be a military commander or leader of any kind, Aaron tries to lead by example, never asking his friends to do what he wouldn't do first.

Biography: Aaron grew up as an orphan bouncing from home to home for as long as he could remember. Even as a small child Aaron's temper seemed to get the best of him, it seemed like the smallest thing seemed to set him off. When he turned eight years old Aaron was basically shunned by just about every kid his age that tried to befriend him, everyone except Samuel.

Samuel saw Aaron for what he truly was, a scared and lonely kid who was having trouble dealing with his existance as an orphan. Aaron always looked up to Samuel as a leader and strove to be more like him. Under Samuel's influence Aaron learned how to calm his temper and focus it towards schooling and other constructive means. Life seemed to turn in a positive direction for Aaron, until the day of the First Contact War and Samuel's death.

Once again, Aaron fell into his deep seeded roots of anger, but now he had a direction to focus his anger. As soon as it was possible Aaron joined the military and began to train his body and mind to combat "The Foul" as he called them. Relentlessly Aaron trained to a point where it became almost unhealthy, although with the help of his friends, he has maintained a level head.

Weapon:

They look like this but shorter.

Limit Break: Nova Chaser- The sheer anger that Aaron can reach gives him the ability to activate his Limit Break. Aaron surrounds himself with flames that exponentially become hotter and more intense. The heat will almost incinerate anything in the immedeate area including his allies. Once he has reached his maximum heat Aaron swings his swords causing a slash of the same intensity to hit a single target. As a side note Aaron can move closer to his target but the closer he gets the more damage it can do to himself.

Spirits:

Aaron has a tendency to attract spirits of wind and fire, the ones listed below are the ones that he uses the most.

Wind (Passive)- Aaron calls on the spirits of the wind to allow him to dash around the battlefield at high-speeds. This will eventually tire him out, although he has trained this particular skill.

Fire (Offensive)- Aaron's blades heat up therefore allowing him to cut through certain armors easier than most, this however, is not very effective against hard metal armors although things like chain-mail hold little resistance to him.

Fire (Passive)- Because Aaron is house to several fire spirits he is able to walk though fire with little or no damage and is able to withstand being placed in fire for an extended period of time with minimal injuries ( the longer he stays the more damage he will sustain)

Wind (Offensive)- Similar to his Limit Break, Aaron is able to conjure wind around his blades and send them out as waves of compressed air able to slice through most of what is put in front of him. As the waves travel further and further away they will lose their potency but will still be able to knock down most opponents.

Name: Elizabeth "Liz" Ashford
Birthday: September 18 | 23
Height: 1.72m


Shaggy brown hair and broad grins, Liz gives off a rather care-free sort of vibe. The girl is tall and lanky with angular features, and while she isn't exactly intimidating, beneath her shirts and military jackets is quite the athletic build—a result of training and years spent on a soccer field.
Liz doesn't care much about fashion. She dresses practically and wears whatever fits the occasion, but she does have a preference for things that are easy to move around in. She's a sporty person, and you'll usually catch her in shirts, sweatpants, maybe a cap too. The woman has a thing for military jackets, she likes how they look and finds the pockets quite useful.

Personality:

"Give up? Oh please, I'm sending these f*ckers back to hell, even if they drag me down with them."

Liz hates the Xenomorphs. She hates them with a passion.

In fact, her hate for them can be compared to a blaze. It's out of control and in a way, it consumes her. The woman is as loyal as a dog to the cause, and at the moment, destroying the Xenomorphs is the purpose she's given herself. In their presence Liz becomes a different person. Fiery, stubborn, and dead serious.

Outside of combat, she's the exact opposite.

Friendly, outgoing, and a tad hedonistic, Liz lives in the now. If something looks fun or enjoyable, you can bet she'll give it a go. The woman likes trying new things and isn't one to beat around the bush. She's expressive and if she dislikes you, well, she won't have any problems saying it to your face. She has a penchant for bad jokes and chatter and can be a rather talkative individual. Idle chatter, awkward conversations, she's willing to talk about anything and everything, except herself. Despite her friendly demeanor, there's a part of her that doesn't want to lower her walls, and a part of her that doesn't want to grow attached to others.

Liz has seen quite a few of her friends die, and in a way, the bad jokes and silly grins are some sort of coping mechanism.

Background:

The oldest child of Lieutenant Kirk Ashford and Captain Lillian Ashford, Liz was always the energetic and overprotective older sister. Sure, she liked messing with her kid brother and her baby sister, but if anyone so much as hurt them, well, the child would give them hell.

Both her parents worked for the military even before the war, and both were constantly away on assignments. Most of the time, this would lead to leaving the kids with their grandma. She lived a couple of towns away and the kids always enjoyed their visits. Things went on in that way, but ever since Liz turned twelve, they would trust her with the house and her siblings. She wished her mom and dad could have been more present, but life was good and she and her siblings grew close.

Her relationship with her parents was a different story. They weren't around as much as she would have liked, but it didn't stop her from adoring the both of them, especially her father. While Liz's mom was reserved and stoic, her dad was a cheerful and outgoing man. She was a daddy's girl and Liz would always take following him to the shooting range over baking with her mom and little sister. Of course, she loved her mom just as much, but when push came to shove, it was her dad she would lean on.

But then the war happened, and her father was killed in a battle against several Xenomorphs. Her mother saw the whole thing happen, and when the woman returned from the battlefield, she was never the same. The stoic woman who held them all together fell apart, and Liz, she took it upon herself to become a pillar of support for her family.

The girl would waltz into the room with a plethora of bad jokes and puns, anything to make them laugh. However, beneath the carefree mask, something inside her had snapped. Liz decided to sign up for the academy. She wanted to follow in her dad's footsteps, fight for the cause, and send those Xenomorphs back to hell. Her mother didn't like the idea but in the end allowed the girl to make her own decision. Liz was fueled by her hate for the Xenomorphs and it was this fiery passion that brought her all the way to WARG after graduation.

Liz's first year in WARG was rough. She had met a lot of good people, and by the end of the year quite a handful of those people were dead. It was an emotionally turbulent time, but Liz was no quitter, and in a way it made the woman stronger. She persevered, and her higher-ups liked both her spunk and drive to get jobs done. Aside from that, she excelled in combat and was good at working under pressure.

As soon as the year had begun it had ended, and before she knew it, they were asking her if she wanted to join Scout Snipers. Liz grabbed the opportunity, trained for six months, and bam, she was a sniper scout, fresh from training and rearing to go.

Weapon: Military issued anti-material rifle and a pair of knuckle knives. Liz might not look it, but she's quite skilled at hand to hand combat.

Attributes:

Commando: 5
Ravager: 7
Sentinel: 15
Synergist: 8
Medic: 0

Spirits: The spirits Liz are attuned to do not have a specific type, but there is a pattern. Mostly the spirits are either defensive or passive, and the few that do prefer offense aren't exactly the explosive type.

Earth (Defense): Liz can turn her flesh into stone. This can be used to shield her vital organs and can be used as both an offensive or defensive tactic. She could use it to block blows or add an extra oomph to her kicks and punches.

Earth (Team Buff): She can turn inanimate objects into stone. She can also give her allies stoneflesh but it'll only last for a few minutes at most.

Earth (Debuff): Earth from the ground will cling to their enemies, slowing and weighing them down.

Earth (Offense): She can manipulate the ground below and use it to go on the offensive.

Wind (Defense/Buff): She becomes light on her feet and her body feels as if it's a feather. Liz's movements become much faster and precise. Leaps and tumbles also become more graceful and she can slow down blows that are headed her way.

Wind - (Team Buff): A cool breeze surrounds her allies and they feel much lighter. This doesn't last very long, but when in effect it allows her allies to move quicker and much more gracefully.

Limit Break:

When under extreme pressure, Liz's more passive spirits take on an offensive role. Gusts of wind surround her and spires of earth shoot towards the enemy. It's a destructive attack filled with random bursts of wind and the tearing open of the earth. It only lasts a few minutes, but during her limit break Liz will be able to maximize the offensive capabilities of both her wind and earth spirit.