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Takigawa Yuzu.

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18 years.

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The vice president of Kaname Academy's student council as well as representative of class 3-C. Yuzu is a quiet young woman with few acquaintances, admired from afar by most of the student body for her aloof beauty. Despite her popularity, she seems to keep a few secrets to herself and regularly breaks any relationships to keep people from getting too close to her.

Hobbies: Reading and Martial Arts (Taekwondo)

Likes: Cats

Dislikes: Strong spices

Dream: Becoming a veterinarian

RPs: Rakuen no Kyoukai — Boundary of the Paradise (PM).

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Aile.

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18 years.

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Aile is a member of the notorious tribe of female warriors, the Amazons. She's one of the guards in charge of a sacred temple of her tribe, even though her personality isn't the best one suited for said job. Sometimes she'll slack off or do jokes/pranks to pass the time while guarding the temple. Because of this, she's yelled at sometimes by the elders.

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RPs: None.

Name: Eos
Title: High Queen of the Machina of Mankind
Age: Unknown
Gender: Female
Allegiance: Machina of Mankind
Race: Android
Height: 156 cm
Weight: Unknown

Name: Iona
Title: Aawan's Ash
Age: Unknown
Gender: Female
Allegiance: Angels of Heaven
Race: Dark Archangel
Height: 172 cm
Weight: 67 kg

Name: Juno Eclipse
Title: The Snake of the World
Age: Unknown
Gender: Female
Allegiance: Angels of Heaven
Race: Cosmic Principle
Height: 155 cm
Weight: 47 kg

Name: Charles Alexander Flamel.

Age: 67 years.

Appearance: Despite Charles' age, his years have in fact been very well lived. An almost six feet tall, finely dressed gentleman of chiseled features and stout built, whose eyes betray a keen insight born of a long life.

Backstory: Charles was born and spent the majority of his childhood at his family's hometown at the Northwestern regions of the country. They led a bourgeois lifestyle, dealing with banking, whose primary clientele were their region's many mid-sized shipyards, propelled by the extensive whaling industry of the northern seas. It was on this lively, yet cold region that Charles was raised and —up to this day— it keeps on being the only place he considers himself at home. In fact, his favorite entertainment is sitting by his loft's ample windows and read a good book with the crashing of waves and the rambunctious cries of the port workers as the only background noises.

Regardless of his passion for his homeland, once Charles came of age, he left everything behind and went to study at a prestigious college, dedicating his following years to the subjects of Law and Accounting. A few years into his education, Charles decided that he needed to broaden his horizons even further. For such, he enlisted in the military where he served for the next decade and a half, joining many campaigns on the Southern and Eastern overseas colonies.

Once his time in the military came to an end, Charles returned back to his hometown: An accomplished man. These days he dedicates most of his time to transcribe his journals into an autobiography as well as acquiring rare volumes for his library, the testament of his existence that Charles seeks to leave behind once he expires.

Inventory: A brass pocket watch, previously owned by his father and grandfather.

A six-shot, single-action military revolver which has been with him ever since his time in the army.

Twelve spare cartridges.

A pair of bifocal eyeglasses.

A cane topped with a brass owl effigy.

Intro/Sample Post: "Hmm, I must really be getting old," those were the fist words to leave Charles' mouth as he exited his coach. The trip from his homeland to the old mansion was indeed a taxing one, and not just because Charles was starting to feel the weight of his age pushing him further and further close to the grave. The weather itself was terrible with chilling rain and howling winds. He had seen worse in his youth, far worse, yet Charles was indeed getting too old for this type of journey.

"That does not mind, anyway. If the volumes which I seek can be found on the Rivianne's library, I'll have not lost my time," the gray-haired man said to himself before rapping at the engraved mahogany doors. Yet, as soon as the doors were answered and he stepped inside the main hall, greeting a peculiar scar-faced maid... everything went black. The one thing Charles wouldn't forget is the ringing in his ears, almost as if his skull were being drilled into.

Other: N/A.

Name: Farris Aran
Title: Herald of the Thunderous Warcry
Age: Old
Gender: Female
Allegiance: Angels of Heaven
Race: Ascended Human
Height: 167 cm
Weight: 56 kg

Bio: Farris is a no nonsense type of person with a strong sense of duty. Before becoming what she's today, Farris was known for being a loyal servant of the very own ruler of the heavens, the Divine Imperator Deva.

As a reward for her services to the heavenly ruler, Farris was granted the chance of living in a paradise where she would be able to enjoy peace for the rest of eternity. However, Farris' forfeit such an offer. Until the day the Imperator can enjoy the same peace she brings all of her subjects, Farris will keep on fighting.

Powers: Farris abilities are as impressive as her title suggests. She can create and control crystals, earth, as well as other forms of minerals and metals. With this power she can produce a variety of magical constructs to do her biding.

Nevertheless, it's the Warcry which she's known for that's Farris greatest power. A commanding shout that splits the Heavens and sunders the Earth, Farris' Warcry isn't only a destructive force to be reckoned with, but also a rallying call for those who fight for the same cause as she.

Aside from the sheer destructive force that will blast anyone enemy near Farris, very much likely hurting and disorienting them with it's power, any ally who listen to Farris' Warcry, including herself, will have their morale and defenses boosted (liberating them from any detrimental mental effects) as well as their wounds healed.

Using this power is a taxing effort. However, Farris is known for making strategic uses of it, sometimes even turning the tide of battle completely.

In addition, Farris also has the typical abilities of most celestial beings such as superhuman strenght, agility, thoughness and reflexes, immunity to the weaknesses of the flesh such as hunger, tryst, and diseases, resistance to demonic corruption and profane powers as well as the ability to summon and dismiss wings of light to fly.

Weapons: Farris' armaments are all holy relics, carried on from the time when she was mortal and blessed by the Imperator's divine power. Her armor and shield are made of a rare meteor-steel alloy capable of withstanding great punishment without bending, breaking, or chipping. Her weapons are made of the same holy crystals she can summon and control, being not only durable and deadly but also able to channel, store and divert pretty much all forms of energy.

Equipment: N/A.

Other: N/A.

Name: Victoire Bordeaux
Title: Bloody Countess
Age: Old
Gender: Female
Allegiance: Demons of Hell
Race: Half-Vampire Succubus
Height: 143 cm
Weight: 34 kg

Bio: To most, Victoire may appear to be cold and uncaring as well as an egotistical and cruel sadist, to the point of being hard to not label her as textbook a sociopath. While this stands true nine tenths of the time, Victoire is also capable of some rare moments of mercifulness, mostly when the act pleases her somehow there by, she is most certainly not being selfless in anything that she does.

Her origins, like many other of the Nexus' inhabitants, are hard to trace. It's known that she wasn't born there but, instead she came answering the summons of the self-aware plane and coming to inhabit a massive estate close to the border between the Demon Realm and the Human Realm where a blood red moon decorates the perpetual night sky forever.

Once upon a time, the Countess took notice of an Angelic congregation built for humans and lesser demons who had being converted by the heavenly pests, being built on the outskirts of her domains close to a village that she had tolerated for far longer than she really should, mainly for the constant source of food it presented, and took action to wipe such an unsightly wart off of her doorstep.

After dispatching all of the vermin polluting her sight, with extreme prejudice, Victoire found herself attracted to a low grumble as well as the sounds of struggle coming from behind the altar. There she found a werewolf, bound by chains of gleaming silver to the idol. Just as Victoire stared blankly at the eyes of the enraged beast, set for sacrifice, the horns of the heavenly reinforcement sent to get rid of her rang loud. Lifting her right hand to meet the werewolf's face, filling his vision with her rose-shaped ring, Victoire said words that she thought she would never use:

— "I'll give you a choice. Pledge your loyalty to me and live or, die and be forgotten..."

The beast's answer goes without saying as he did his one final effort to bite the chains holding him, to the point of drawing blood just to kiss his savior's ring, sealing the pact. As a proof of his pledge, a mark shaped like a choker of rose vines on his throat, marking the beast forever as Victoire's servant.

And the rest, as is said, is history...

Powers: Owing to her origins as well as her practice of other forms of magic to improve herself, Victoire has an impressive array of powers. Some of the most used/iconic are described bellow, but this is by no means all of Victoire's repertoire. Usually she can draw at least one spell per battle that she has never used before as long as it is kept within her thematic.

— Vampire Powers: Undying and unaging, undead immunities, blood sense, dark vision, improved senses, minor shapeshifting, hypnotic gaze, control over her domain, primordial heritage (resistance to all common vampire weaknesses, except holy powers), blood healing.

— Succubus Powers: Moderate shapeshifting, lust sense, mind reading, dream walking, telepathy, illusionism, emotion control.

— Rose Magic: Summon Demon Roses, crushing vines and roots, razor petals, create rose thralls, parasitic roses, corrosive perfume, hallucinogenic perfume, aphrodisiac perfume, blooming teleportation (can teleport to anywhere inside one of her rose fields as long she's touching it on both ends of her travel).

— Blood Magic: blood control, blood destruction, corrosive blood, hemokinesis, blood form, summon monsters (in conjunction with Shadow Magic), blood portals (Can open two ended portals adjacent to living beings, special types of undead or back to her domains. One of the ends must always be adjacent to Victoire. Only viable targets can cross the portals, including Victoire).

— Shadow Magic: Summon shadows, summon monsters (along with Blood Magic), induce fear/panic, attacking shadows, create shadow blades, shadow jaunt (turns into a swarm of incorporeal shadow bats that can move to anywhere with shadows large enough to cover at least half of Victoire's body. This power can't be used to travel between areas isolated from one another by daylight or bright light sources. While in shadow swarm form, these sources of light hurt Victoire, causing her great pain and forcibly ending the spell).

In addition, even thought Victoire isn't fond of stain her hands, she sholdn't be underestimated even with her bare hands. If that doesn't work, she has one final trick in the form of her ability to summon her strongest familiar, the werewolf which she bound into a pledge of loyalty a long time ago, the only one allowed to have the title of Victoire's Knight.

Weapons: Victoire wields a set of finely crafted silver spiked chains. The chains don't merely look like, but in fact, it have a life of their own, they can change shape and length at-will, defending Victoire without the need for her to command them. Furthermore, their appearance is unrelated to their strentgh as the chains are able to hold mighty targets and damage even some of the Machina most powerful war machines. Victoire seems to derive some sort of twisted pleasure from their use, mainly because of their nature as a sadistic weapon.

Equipment: Ring of Roses: A special signet ring owned by Victoire, it does amplify all of her powers, but it's true usage is to force anyone that kisses it, willingly or not, into complete obedience to Victorie. The ring's curse actually doesn't rob the will of its targets but, instead places a mark on their body and soul, dare they defy the terms established by Victorie upon their pledge, the mark turns into a wreath of rose vines, killing them slowly and in a very painful way.

The rate of growth of the vines is directly proportional to the breach in the pledge and only a command from Victoire can cause the vines to recede or lift the curse altogether. Depending on the terms of the pledge, it can even last past a recipient's death and possible resurrection, making Victoire's ring a truly dreadful instrument since it can potentially trap a target that defied her to a great extent in an eternity of endless agony that even the relief of death cannot undo.

Other: N/A.

Name: Hohenheim
Title: The Alchemist of Genesis
Age: Unknown
Gender: Female
Allegiance: Machina of Mankind
Race: Unknown
Height: 144 cm
Weight: 40 kg

Name: Seyrun Riviathan
Nationality: Grand Duchy of Nordland. One of Europa's northernmost nations known for its deep fjords and dense forests. This is the ancient homeland of the forefathers of modern Europa.
Theme: Ice. It's not like Seyrun herself is a cold person, but a simple look at her exotic appearance and witty smirk is enough to make one think of the massive blue glaciers of her homeland.
Description: The future Grand Duchess of the Parliamentary Grand Duchy of Nordland, Seyrun is a soft-spoken beauty. Tall, lean and exotic looking, a single look at her is enough to tell the fact that Seyrun is a girl of very high pedigree. When you add to that her passionate fencer's grace, sharp intellect, and age it's not hard to understand why the mere sight of Seyrun is enough to draw wistful sighs of many younger students at Saint Hirst.

Name: Hohenheim
Title: The Alchemist of Genesis
Race: Even though Hohenheim's body is artificial in nature, its makeup is no different than that of typical human being, except that it was projected to be perfect in every way conceivable.
Gender: Hohenheim would be glad to enlighten you, if you don't believe your eyes. I hope you have a lot of stamina, though. You'll need it.
Age, Sexuality & Religion: All of these are menial concepts far below Hohenheim's scope. She has more to do than to keep track of such boring subjects.
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