NameMavis Limit

Age17 years old

GenderFemale

ClassStriker

NationalityAmerican

Appearance
Height157 cm

Weight[Redacted]

Bio"A girl that hides a dangerously smart side behind a happy go lucky facade."

Mavis was born in a frontier area, where reconstruction after the disaster was just beginning. From the earliest age she saw what's to be under the threat of constant destruction. Even so, she carried on through her early childhood and teenage years without any big traumas or events that made her that very distinct from all you other average girls.

As a result from that she developed a pretty nice personality and is generally a good person to hang around even though her amicable ways do hide a layer or two of complexity under them. Especially, when it comes to improvising on the battlefield and other weird hijinks. After all, you don't need to have suffered from the moment of your birth in order to develop a complex personality, do you?

ArmamentAltair, a multipurpose shield made of composite materials capable of withstanding almost any form of damage. It's an armament that's easy to use, but hard to master. However, in the hands of a trained fighter, it offers an unparalleled degree of both offense and defense. Not only can it protect its wielder, but also redirect part of the kinetic energy of any attack that hits it right back at the source. The shield can also be used offensively, functioning in a manner similar to any other melee weapon, like vibroblades.

Psychic DriveMavis' Psychic Drive, which she named Repulse, is the ability to project or expand her aura creating a wide range force field around herself. She can also use it to instantaneously repel attacks and push creatures and objects away from herself, or as a sustained shield at the cost of burning through her reserves of power quite fast. Using Altair to amplify her output can reduce the cost of this ability. In fact she's able to channel this power through her shield even if she isn't holding it. It's worth noting that Mavis also can "reverse the flow" of Repulse to push herself (or her shield) away from things which is a tricky she's fond of using in creative ways.

Extra• She has a cat named Enterprise (Enty).

• Her parents moved to Japan for work related reasons, mostly thanks to her mother's work as a medical researcher bringing her to the Academy.

• She has a nearly-unhealthy liking of sour-sweet candies and junk food.

• Loves heroic stories, especially superhero stories.

• Plus Ultra!

NameSubaru

Age[Classified]

GenderFemale

ClassLinker

Nationality[Classified]

Appearance
Height156 cm

Weight[Redacted]

Bio"A lethargic looking girl who seem to know far more than her perpetually sleepy facade would lead others to believe. Usually seem hanging around the control center and laboratories. Most information regarding her is classified."

ArmamentNeptune, a one-of-a-kind, amphibious attack drone. It's equipped with an anti gravity booster that allows for both aerial and underwater operation, and a variety of sub-systems like a sonar, concussion torpedoes, a holoprojector, etc. In addition to its technical functions, Neptune works as an extension of Subaru's powers, allowing her to use them at range, as expected of most Linkers.

Psychic DriveWhile the specifics of Subaru's Psychic Drive are highly classified information, it's a well known fact that they include the ability to generate portals, connecting two distant points in space. Even if it's full set of parameters are unknown, she never displayed the ability to create more than two of them (an entrance/exit pair) at once at a maximum distance between portals of one kilometer (roughly 0.62 mile). Subaru doesn't need visual feedback to create her portals but it's an appreciated measure: telefragging is serious business after all.

Extra• She has no notion of personal space.

• Thanks to her portals she seems to have a perfect track record of sneaking into people whenever and wherever she wants.

• She likes cold treats as well as generally being comfortable at temperatures that are far colder than most would like.

• Despite being involved into some obviously shady stuff, she always finds time to slack-off: playing games, sleeping, eating snacks, etc.

• She likes being in water very much. Whenever you can't find her around her room, usual hangouts, or stalking someone, it's a good bet to think that she's a the pool, soaking.

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NameRiyame Miyako

Age19 Years Old

GenderFemale

ClassGunner

NationalityJapanese

Height[Redacted]

Weight[Redacted]

Bio[Redacted]

ArmamentFinal Aggression is the name of Riyame’s Armament, taking the form of two M1911-style handguns. These semi-automatic firearms have been customized and enhanced over time through Riyame’s usage. Both fire .45 ACP rounds with each gun being specifically designed to blast out rapid shots meant to decimate and overwhelm the enemy. Combined with Riyame’s quick handiwork and they make a deadly pair for any obstacle.

Psychic DriveRiyame’s Psychic Drive is aptly named Phantom Bullet. By focusing a mental link upon the targets around her, Riyame can create certain illusions to trick the mind. Her most favored involves creating the illusion of firing off more bullets than she really is, thus creating “phantom bullets”. This is meant to both confuse and invoke fear into her targets, catching them unaware to her real bullets mixed in the frenzy. Given that she’s only used this kind of illusion, it can be inferred that this is the extent of her Psychic Drive.

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NameR.R.

Age16 Years Old

GenderFemale

ClassStriker

Nationality[Redacted]

Height[Redacted]

Weight[Redacted]

Bio[Redacted]

ArmamentDiablos is the name of R.R.’s Armament. Taking the form of massive metal claws, each one ends in a sickening blade pulsing with vibrations. These vibroblades can be heated up intensely to better enhance their deadly capacity via the self-sustaining power source located in the palms. With these weapons, R.R. slashes, grapples, and tears into any who stand in her way. If she had things her way, she’d gladly flash them out anywhere she went; sadly, the school says otherwise. Thus, she can fold them up each into a more portable size for travel.

Psychic DriveR.R.’s Psychic Drive is named Blood Pain. When activated, all of the pain receptors in her brain are switched off while her agitation spikes tremendously. As a result, R.R. is free to go into a berserk-like state that does away with the limitations of feeling pain immediately. Adrenaline pumps into her body, leading her to perform incredible feats of endurance, strength, and bloodlust. The entirety of this state lasts for ten minutes exactly. The moment it wears off, all injuries sustained will overload R.R.’s brain, usually sending her into a cationic state. Overbearing pain tends to do that.

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“Wew, that’s a big one.”

Neo-Kyoto, for the old-school charm that reconstructionists tried to preserve or replicate, was still the new capital of Japan, after all, and amidst buildings that looked like they came out of a photograph two centuries ago were towering feats of architecture that frankly made no sense. Wasn’t it a hazard to have what amounted to a massive axe-head shaped building suspended in the air only by a bunch of thin-looking pillars? Having stepped out of an old-timey train station to see this clashing sight, Tian-Gui couldn’t help but tilt his head to the side, his phone flipping open to take a couple shops of the contrasting cityscape. Some streets were cobblestones, others were smooth pavement. Rickshaws drew foreigners down to streets were young girls with painted faces trained to be patrons of a centuries old tradition, while right beside them, a nuclear-powered convertible with AI-drive assist transported a slick-looking business dude down to the ritzy downtown core, his muffler roaring in a way that made it indisputable some modifications were made.

Tian-Gui narrowed his eyes. Farm vehicles could be noisy sometimes, but this was on a whole other level of inconsiderate.

But nuclear-powered convertibles produced in Italy with a horsepower of twenty bajillion were what they were, and he definitely wouldn’t be able to catch up to that dude and give him a piece of his mind either, so with a shrug and a half-apologetic, half-empathetic smile at the frazzled maikos on the side of the road, the broad-shouldered youth went on. For all his grievances about the apathy of big city folk, he was still trying to become one of them, after all, and if the upcoming Center Exam went well…that eight figure salary in the food sciences field might not be such a dream after all! First Neo-Kyodai, then the rest of his life. Marry young with the financial stability granted by his career, get two cute kids for his grandparents to dote over, and then live a happy and fulfilling life as someone who makes sure everyone else eats better.

He clenched his fist, tightened the straps of his backpack, and picked up his pace, heading towards that grand and architecturally unstable building off in the distance. His future was calling!

…

His future, it seemed, also had other plans.

It was rather late at night, and the garage at the Durant household still had its lights on. No sounds were heard from it, but the light that peeked out was bright enough to make anyone who passed by squint their eyes. It was about as bright as a spotlight, and there was a good reason for it.

It was a spotlight.

Kuni, in her work clothes, kept her back to the spotlight and eyes focused on the vehicle engine that was completely exposed to her. Once more leaning in, she reached deep into the hood and made sure the grip of a pair of bolts was as tight as could be. Once she was satisfied with those, she backed up and looked at the rest of the engine. From what she could tell, after six hours of working on it, everything was finally where it should be, and the mess with the oil pipes was taken care of. Smiling, she turned to the spotlight, and quickly shut down the bright light.

As if that was the cue, the door from the kitchen to the garage opened, and Kuni's dad, David, stepped inside. He placed a tray with two cups of orange juice on the workshop table, before turning his attention to the car engine. After inspecting it a bit, David turned to look at his daughter "So, is it good to go?"

"It's in better condition than it was before you asked me to look at it." Kuni responded, going to the table and grabbing one of the cups of juice. She quickly gulped it down, and then put the cup back on the tray "Tell mom I said thanks. I'm gonna go take a shower now and then head to bed."

Nodding to her, David turned back to the car, clearly admiring the work of his daughter. Leaving the garage, Kuni would go through the pre-sleep routine rather quickly. When she finally sat on her bed, Kuni opened her bedside drawer "Psst. Mio."

A little drone, one that could fit on the palm of her hand, came flying out of the drawer. It started hovering in front of Kuni's face, and offered a couple of beeps as a respond. Kuni put her hand forward, and the little drone landed on her palm "Tomorrow is the big day. I'm finally going to The 2nd Tactical Arts Academy! I'm really excited. I hope they will be impressed with Dee. I heard that there is some usage to drones, so hopefully they will let me use him."

The little drone offered a beep.

"I won't be leaving you behind. So don't you worry your little VI mind about that. Alright, back into the charging station you go. I want you fully charged for the big day tomorrow." Kuni reassured the drone.

Mio offered three fast-paced beeps, before flying off her hand and back into the drawer, which Kuni was quick to close. Getting into bed, Kuni closed her eyes and kept hoping for the best.

• Name: Mila Engel

• Age: 16

• Gender: Female

• Class: Gunner

• Nationality: German

• Appearance

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• Bio: Mila's early life was happy and normal. Like so many others, there was the constant fear of attack by the invaders as she lived outside of a big city. Things drastically changed, however, when her town was indeed attacked by the aliens. When the military found the girl, gravely wounded and alone, they took her to safety. Or so she had thought at first.

For the longest time the German military attempted to create the perfect AI - a replica of the human mind. Eventually, it was deemed impossible to replicate the intricate human brain network. As such research shifted from creating a human out of a machine to creating a machine out of a human - using the mind as the most powerful CPU ever created. A young, almost fatally wounded and seemingly orphaned kid was the perfect opportunity.

Today, about 8 years later, Mila's body is a mix of synthetic and real, although none would see it with the naked eye. Her mind, however, function differently than it used to. She still feels emotions and kept her memories, but she has to process, structure and format all of it like any other data - which she do with extreme speed. This can leave her a bit socially awkward at times.

• Armament:

Iron Saga is identified as an automatic rifle, despite it's size. It comes equipped with a powerful electromagnetic radiation generator in it's middle compartment, ionizing gas into plasma. Effectively giving it infinite ammo, but needs to be kept from over heating.

It shoots a constant, sustained and powerful plasma laser at it's target from mid to close range, but is less precise from long range. While not a Striker, Mila's enhanced cybernetic body allow her to carry and use the large cannon without using her psychic power to boost her physical strength, meaning she can keep her energy to boost her speed and mobility and remind at mid range.

• Psychic Drive:
Gravity Pull
While Mila's augmented body makes her faster and stronger than a regular, none-psychic user human, it also affects her own Psychic ability and renders it weaker. To counteract this, those responsible for Project Angel equipped Mila's gun with another important component: a secondary launcher containing a dozen or so seemingly harmless high-tech rods.

Once launched, the rods disperse all around the battlefield, their usage are twofold: they are psy-enhancers and while close to them Mila can use her Psychic Drive: Gravity Pull.

Once activated, all hostile forces and incoming projectiles (That possess mass) within 20ft are affected by an augmented gravity that pulls them towards the ground, thus either stopping an attack or slowing down hostile forces.

• Extra:
- Extremely good at Calculations and precise works.
- Still having her human mind and brain, she does require sleep but less of it.
- She still requires food, but lost her sense of taste.
- She was named Project Angel due to her name.
- Mila is, of course, a very good Hacker.



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When she fell unconscious, the last thing Mila saw were the colours of the trees around her. She could feel the air on her skin, the pain at her side...she felt her breathing being heavy and painful. When she woke up, she felt none of it. In fact, she felt nothing - nor did she see anything. Or hear.

All she 'saw' was numbers defiling. She did not see them as much as she felt them, though. She had no sense to feel them after all. In fact, those numbers were her entire world. They composed her everything, they were what she is and how she perceived the world. Out of habit, she tried to scream but nothing happened came out. The girl tried to move, but nothing happened. Numbers - only numbers. The time went on even if she was unable to track it. Eventually, she realized that the numbers were more than just numbers, they were a part of her. Something she could affect; and by affecting them she could structure her world, so to say. First came her Mind, her 'Herself'. Then she managed to restructure her memory. How she did so was a mystery to her...it was like second nature.

It was like learning how to speak; encoded in her, yet needed to be mastered. The more she manipulated it, the more it became natural and fast. Code became images, numbers became feelings and, eventually, she felt something. Immense pain. Like a rope stressed too hard, she felt as if she was being split apart. Fighting this pain took longer than all the rest, but she eventually managed to quell it. After that, the rest came back faster: Hearing, Scent, Speaking and, finally, Sight.

The then 8 years old Mila was tied to machines that were all but fried. As a result of underestimating her capability, the scientists and engineers of the project tried to test Mila's CPU ability...but the whole network she was connected to was overloaded and she fried all of the systems and equipment connected to it. When she opened her eyes, she saw only confused and curious adults looking down on her.

From then on out, it was decided that the project was a success but that she could not be used as a mere computer. Her body was outfitted with state of the art technology and Mila was raised to become a soldier and a weapon. Those that raised her were a bit cold and clumsy, but she was not treated solely as an object.

Throughout aging up, she suffered from a lack of socializing with others her age. She was given free time, but the main focus of those raising her always was to make her a good soldier and a weapon. As such, she matured faster than regular child would have. Despite all of this, Mila was no monster. She didn't lack basic emotions - she was mostly just socially clumsy.

She felt and thought differently - literally - than others. New information came to her as data that she needs to assimilate and restructure before adding them to her data bank and be able to respond appropriately. All of this was done seamlessly and in a flash, but it caused disparity with others. Due to this, she find it hard to go towards people.

Now at 16 years old, Mila was sent to Neo Kyoto to study at the 2nd Tactical Arts Academy; Yamato.

"Happy birthday to you," Her mother crooned, her father entering the kitchen carrying a platter. On the glass plate was a cake, fifteen candles delicately placed on the surface, all burning. It was Akari's absolute favorite confection, German chocolate with coconut pecan frosting. She grinned, and as the towering cake neared she leaned forward in her seat to swipe some of the frosting off, sticking her finger in her mouth before her mother could see and scold her. Coconut flakes coated her tongue, and the pleasant flavor of vanilla lingered even after she swallowed. Some considered the cake to be sickeningly sweet, but it was the perfect cheat-day dessert.

"Happy birthday dear Akari, happy birthday to you!" Her parents finished, their tones off key but beautiful nonetheless. Akari had been blessed the second her parents picked her out. She had been one of thirteen orphans, some of which were younger than she had been. She couldn't imagine what would have happened had she not been chosen by Aiko and Kai that day. She likely would have gone down an unsavory path, one filled with te-

"Akari, open your present!" Her mother said, glee evident in her tone. This snapped Akari out of her thoughts. After all, she hadn't been expecting a gift. Her father worked for a tech company that specialized in making Psycher's equipment, meaning they were quite well off. However, she never asked for much, aside from parts and ammunition for her two nine millimeter pistols. The guns were quite loved, having been gifted to her by her brother at the age of thirteen. Her mother hadn't approved, but her father eventually persuaded her to accept Akari's fascination with weaponry.

"Present?" She asked, glancing at the table. It sat beside her cake, wrapped in iridescent paper that looked like an oil slick. Akari pulled it towards her, flipping over the label and practically squealing when she read the name written in bold print. "It's from Keiran!" She exclaimed, more of a statement than a question.

"He sent me the blueprints and I had my team help me make them." Her father said, tapping his thumb against his side the way he did when he was anxious. The anticipation must've been killing him. Realizing this, Akari began to tear open the gift. Inside the paper was a carrying case, one similar to the case she used to carry her current guns. Offering up one last smile to her parents, she flicked open the latches and revealed what was inside.

Nestled between dense foam were two of the most beautiful weapons she had ever seen. She picked one up, eager to gauge their weight and see how comfortable they were in her hand. The fit was perfect, with just enough leeway for the size of her hand to grow without it becoming awkward to hold. She released the magazine, and found herself marveling at the fact that they were lightweight and solid. She looked up at her father, and before she could even ask how it worked he was rattling off an explanation.

"It runs on a system called a laser-excited ion pulse. The magazines you have are full of gas, and they get superheated by a laser in the chamber. Plasma comes out of the muzzle." He grinned at her, proud of his work. "The magazines are refillable but a few more are in the making so you don't have to worry about running out of ammo."

"Dad, they're amazing!" She exclaimed, slipping the gun back into its container before jumping out of her seat and running to her father. She wrapped him up in a hug, before turning to her mother and repeating the gesture. "I have to go test them!" Her parents nodded in agreement. Forgetting all about her birthday cake, Akari grabbed her new pistols' carrying case and rushed out the door, heading straight to the range.

• Name: Fiore Alba

• Age: 16 years old

• Gender: Female

• Class: Linker

• Nationality: Italian-Japanese

• Appearance: First of all -- Fiore's tiny. Standing at only 4'9, with a childlike build and features, she is quite a bit frailer than some of the other recruits. Even as a child, Fiore was never strong or physically healthy, and her childhood was frequented by bouts of sickness and broken bones; it didn't help that she wanted to climb trees and run races with the other kids The skin on her arms is especially marred by bruises, cuts, and scars, as she works without armguards or protection. Her fingers are deft and slender, as most of what she does requires precision, and her nails are cut short.

Fiore has long, straight black hair and amber eyes that shift color occasionally; her contacts are built to recognize signs of injury and she thought the sunset color scheme was pretty. She usually wears hand-me-down clothes from her former neighbors, but she's been trying to develop more a battlefield-ready wardrobe for tougher situations.

• Bio: Fiore is deceptively childish and innocent; her mind is one of both astonishing cleverness and naivete. Although her giant library and aptitude for learning have sharpened her mind in some ways, she still holds onto the optimism and wonder that may grate on the nerves of the more seasoned warriors. Having seen the horrors of the invasion up close, her greatest wish to give people peace and happiness, and dislikes the very notion of war. However, as the situation doesn't seem likely to change, Fiore accepts the role this world has given her and hopes to aid in any way she can.

Fiore has spent all of her life studying and playing and growing up in a perhaps unorthodox community of scientists and runaways hidden away in the forests near the now-destroyed Tokyo City, a congregation of top scientists that now work towards the development of new tech and better understanding of psychic abilities. Her father, an Italian civilian living in Japan, had taken up house in the colony after attacks forced many to evacuate. Fiore's mother died when she was very young, from injuries sustained from the long trek, and Fiore remembers her very little. Her father is a hardworking man, though perpetually worried about Fiore's weakness--she is all he has left, and while Fiore returns the sentiment, she always reminds him he has many friends here.

• Armament: As a Linker, and more importantly, a Medic, Fiore specializes in treating injuries both physical or mental. Her contacts allow her to see a larger range of vital signs and help her immensely when her brain fails her.

Medical Proficiency -- Fiore has studied extensively in the medical field, reading entire bookshelves as a way of keeping herself busy while bedridden with sickness. Even as a young child, she was capable of treating cuts, broken bones, and even self-administered stiches on at least one occasion. Her natural skills are supplemented by her hardworking nature and hatred of suffering. By taking to the battlefield, she hopes to reach more people in need of treatment.

All-Seeing Eye -- Although Fiore is not the best with technology, her years of hard work paid off. Her enhanced contacts give her a larger field of vision, as well as recognize injuries and help with medical procedures.

And How Does That Make You Feel? -- Mental health is also a big worry of Fiore's, especially with the kind of war the students are expected to wage. Her open mind and calming voice can make for an impromptu psychiatrist session if need be, and she hopes to try and lessen the effects of PTSD and other mental diseases with new treatments. Her career of a psychologist is just beginning, though, and she still has much to learn.

Drones, Drones -- As expected by the Academy, Fiore has borrowed a second-rate drone from the labs to aid her in combat. Despite her generally being not great with technology, she's confident she has what it takes to control and utilize drone effectively. It's constructed a bit shoddily, but it has cameras and holograph technology, and Fiore can use it to transmit her "mini-map" to her teammates.

• Psychic Drive: Probe -- Preferring to stay entirely out of combat, Fiore uses her psychic abilities to supplement her already heightened sight by sensing and returning information that would otherwise not be visible. This gives her an extensive "map" of the area, something Fiore finds useful when strategizing and coordinating attacks.

• Extra: Half of her wardrobe consists of children's clothes. The other half is clothes that belonged to her mother. Has a large scar on her left foot, stretching from her big toe all the way to her pinky. Fond of fairy tales due to the "happily ever after" endings.

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• Name: Cellica Karris
• Age: 15
• Gender: Female
• Class: Gunner
• Nationality: Scottish
• Appearance:

• Bio: Cellica was born into a life that was not very great. Not because of the everlasting threats to her life and those around her, not due to poverty or lack of food, but due to the fact that she could not speak. Her lack of words constantly created challenge for her, both in communication and as well as the victim of bullying, not able to call for help like others. From this, she became a capable young person able to handle herself. She found that bullies often couldn’t take a punch to the face, and so quickly became confident and skilled in defending against those who opposed her (or, more namely, the bullies).

The obtaining of a speech bracelet made her life significantly easier in some ways, yet harder in others. Where she could finally use it to speak, it also meant that others could speak for her. With it being a Phone to Bracelet connection, she would often find the bracelet saying phrases such as “I’m an idiot,” by the control of her bullies. That’s what made her move to Japan, or rather, her family. It was a fresh start, away from the mess of the past.

Cellica became a girl that was mixed in what she would be. There were times where her mood would become sour, if she thought of or saw something that reminded her of what she had been a victim of before, thought there are also times that she attempts to put on a smile. She is, however, plagued with the fact that she can’t speak like others. It doesn’t settle well in her mind.

• Armament:

• Psychic Drive: Link - Cellica can psychically link with any nearby device or network that has some kind of wireless function, such as her speech device, a computer or even a wireless keycard reader, and she can utilise these, such as making a keycard reader detect a nonexistent correct keycard.

There are a few limitations with this. While being able to connect to an entire server network and turning the world’s electronics against everything would be a powerful ability, this isn’t possible for her. The larger the network, the harder it is for her to connect to the hub (though she can connect to the various points the network connects to. For example, she can easily access a computer connected to a server, but it is hard for her to access the server). Network size isn’t the only thing limiting her, but also physical size; the larger an object is, the harder it is for her to connect to it. Additionally, whilst she can bypass basic security, she finds it difficult if not impossible to crack through advanced security. Finally, she can only connect to one network at a time. That means if only one object is on the network, such as her speech device, she can only use that. If there is more than one object on the network, she can utilize them all, though it’d be a struggle - easier just to use the one device without including the network.

• Extra: Cellica is very attached to her speech bracelet, since she’s had it for a very long time and it’s a gift from her father that granted her so much ability in being able to communicate. Also, she’s afraid of spiders.

"Lucia, are you sure you're ready? There may not be any going back after this..."

Javert's concerned voice came through the intercom of the test chamber as Lucia finished adjusting the devices he'd presented to her. His worrying was sweet, really. It made her smile to know he cared about her. But there was something that needed doing here. "Javert," she replied, "I've been waiting for this moment for six months, if you try to find an excuse to stop it now I'll pummel you!"

"Ack!" he exclaimed, "Okay, okay! But remember it's just a prototype, so if you feel anything, and I mean ANYTHING not going right or you feel like you're in danger, we're stopping this immediately! I don't want you to-"

"You don't want me to get hurt," she cut in, "Yes yes I know, and that's adorable. I'll hug you for it when I step out there after a successful test. Now let's go!"

"Oh alright. I'm going to unlock the power supply so they start powering themselves..."

"Wait, I thought they were supposed to use my ability for power?"

"They will, but that's the part I already know I can do. I'm not adding it until I know the rest of the array works correctly. Hold still, I'm flipping the switch now..."

Shortly thereafter the audible humming of a generator stirring to life filled the room. Lucia turned her head to look at the cables that fell down from the items she wore and snaked along the floor, as if expecting to see the electricity flow through them to the devices. They were clunky and sat awkwardly on her form, not to mention they were heinously ugly. Like giant chunks of scrap metal that had been beaten into shape. Javert had made profuse assurances under her skeptical glare that the final product would look the part and that this was just to see if the function was viable, but she had her doubts.

Finally the humming settled in and the intercom activated again. "Okay," her childhood friend said, "We're green across the board. For start, just activate your ability, and we'll go from there."

"Okay," she replied, steadying her breathing and closing her eyes, "Here goes."

Lucia was intimately familiar with how her power felt. When she was releasing it, it felt as if bursts of heat were echoing off of her form into the surrounding air. She remembered hating the feeling. Hating it because for all its bluster and heat, it was ultimately worthless for nearly anything. And as she gently willed it to come out again, she fully expected the dreadful heat to come right back, same as always. And for a brief moment, it did just that- before abruptly stopping. Lucia opened her eyes in surprise and looked at the devices in awe. They too were starting to hum, and some lights along the side were now glowing a bluish green color.

"Lucia!" Javert called, "Is everything alright?!"

"Fine!" she cried back excitedly, "Better than fine! Everything's wonderful!"

"Great! Okay, I'm going to walk you through some things, we're going to see if everything works..."

Roughly an hour later she was leaving the chamber, exhausted with a small burn on one arm but otherwise unharmed. Javert met her at the door with a sandwich, a glass of water, and a chair to sit down in. "Sorry about that bit at the end," he said, "I didn't realize the energy build-up would be that intense. But I have an idea for how to handle it that I think you're going to like!"

"Oh?" Lucia replied between bites of food, "And what might that be?"

"Well... how do you feel about waist capes?"

• Name: Falk Fukuzawa
• Age: 18
• Gender: Male
• Class: Gunner
• Nationality: Japanese
• Appearance:

Though male, Falk is strikingly beautiful. He has sky-blue eyes, soft, golden hair that he let's the wind style, and an arresting smile. He’s tall, at 6’2, with a slender, yet toned build. He weighs 180 pounds.
• Bio: Falk is a very laid-back, easygoing person. He's good natured, friendly and very outgoing. He likes making people feel like they belong, so if he's in a group and sees someone who looks lonely he's liable to try to bring them in. A bit overconfident sometimes, and definitely a prankster gangster. While otherwise a fairly kind person, he harbors a deep hatred towards the invaders, and is very ruthless towards them.

Falk is half-American, half-Japanese. His father, Isamu, and mother, Karen were both soldiers, though his father died when he was very young. His mother was in his life, but this was during the invasions, so she was away most of the time. He spent roughly half of his childhood living in America with his Uncle Larry. Uncle Larry was not very responsible, leading Falk to grow up to be a very independent young man.

He was about 16 when his mom left for battle for the last time. Before that, Falk had been very ambivalent about becoming a soldier due to the risk of dying. But he hopes to find catharsis in destruction of the alien menace.
• Armament: XXXplosive: Falk brings to bear an array of bombs in battle. He keeps them in a belt with pockets around his waist. He keeps 8 of each type on him. When unarmed, each one is about the size of a grape. By squeezing them, he makes them expand to the size of a baseball. He can control when they go off by the number of times he squeezes them. He can set them to detonate as soon as they hit something, after a few seconds, or remotely detonate them using a console on his gauntlet. He has different types of bombs, distinguished by color. Falk is a capable pitcher and very strong, so he can throw them up to 100 feet. He also has a launcher for them in his gauntlet that lets him fire them 300 feet, but loading them into it is slower than just throwing them.

• Red ones are standard grenades. They explode with enough force to fell a tree or total a car or kill a person. The explosion itself is energy-type, but it will likely create physical-type shrapnel.
• White ones are fire suppressant bombs. Instead of exploding, they shoot a massive amount of white foam that extinguishes most fires.
• Blue ones are smoke bombs. When thrown, they spew a massive amount of blue smoke. Not only is it nearly impossible to see in, it causes tearing and coughing fits to those who breathe it in.
• Purple bombs are concussive grenades. The explosion created will throw things pretty far, but otherwise has very little destructive power. Can send a 180 pound man flying distances of over 50 feet!
• Pink ones are satchel charges. When armed, they stick to things. They are designed for demolition, so while their blast is much smaller than that of the others, it is also very powerful, able to blow holes in tank armor.
• Light-green glow-in-the-dark ones are glowing fluid bombs. They spray out massive amounts of glowing green fluid. It's non-toxic but has a bitterant so don't eat it. It glows brightly in the dark, making it very difficult for anyone caught in the blast to hide.

• Psychic Drive:
Super String: Falk can cause psychically-manifested strings to shoot from his hands. He points with one of his fingers, and a string shoots out, sticking to the object. If he points the same finger at a different object, the other end of the string will shoot out, tethering the two objects together. He can cause the strings to contract or expand in length by moving the associated finger. He can create up to 8 strings at a time, one for each finger (His thumbs are used for dismissing individual strings.) The strings can not be broken by stretching them. However, the objects they are attached to can be broken. A sharp object such as knives or scissors can cut through them easily, though. He can control the thickness of the strings at creation, ranging from as wide as fishing line to about as wide as a pencil. This has no effect on the string's durability, however.
• Extra: His auxiliary equipment includes an armored helmet with a filter that protects him from poison gas and other irritants. Also provides eye protection and has built-in heat vision. His boots have a pair of retractable in-line skates, which he uses in conjunction with his strings and Gunner reflexes to shred furiously. It should be noted that Falk is a prankster gangster so watch out for his shenanigans. He's very tricky sometimes.
• Sample Post: The wind screeched past Falk's ears as he swung between the buildings of Neo-Kyot0, luggage under his arm. At the crescendo of his swing, he cut the string, sending him flying. There was a split, gut-wrenching second where he started to fall, down, down, down, closer and closer to the traffic and hard pavement before. Then, he shot out another string, and with a jerk, he was sent swinging up into the air.

Ever since acquiring his Drive, he'd been practicing nonstop with it. He'd quickly learned his limits, and was intent on trying to break them. After the train had dropped him off, he'd gotten to the top of the highest building he could find and started web-zipping through it. It wasn't long before the Academy came into view. He stretched his string out, hitting the ground and transitioning smoothly into a walk. As he stood at the gates, he gazed upon it with his sky-blue eyes. He was going to follow in his parents footsteps and become a defender of earth.

• Name: Rin "Rin-Rin" Kobayashi
• Age: 15
• Gender: Female
• Class: Linker
• Nationality: Japanese

• Appearance: 1.58 meters, ahoge counting!
• Bio: In her early childhood, Rin grew up relatively normal(considering the circumstances) in a small secluded village that was of no importance. Normal was just relative, however, as her parents had no clue about parenting and loved her a great lot. She was being pampered, had a great deal of freedom, and was, obviously, always in the right. Furthermore, Rin was somewhat of a local legend. Bullying other kids and reigning supreme over the dominion of the sandpit.

Growing just a bit older, Rin got increasingly frustrated of living in such a peaceful backwater village but ultimately couldn't do much about as she was still just a little brat. It was around this time, however, that she discovered her innate Psychic Drive — prompting her to a lot of trial and error. These tests didn't go on for too long though, as she accidentally messed herself up and put the growth of her body to a halt. Leaving somewhat of a mental scar on her, Rin decided to never touch this scary stuff again and instead become a submissive and good member of her village society.

At least for a few years until she was sick of it all once more. This time, however, technically not being a little brat anymore she could tell her village commune to 'screw you all' and set out for far greater adventures. Having gotten her phobia about her own psychic drive somewhat under control, Rin decided to learn more about it at one of the great Academies. Beating up monsters sounded just like a bonus for her.

• Armament: Nothing fancy. Just a standard-issue recon drone that isn't even her own.
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• Extra:

• Rin refers to herself as Rin-Rin sometimes because she thinks it sounds cuter.
• Despite being Japanese, she pronounces the R hard.
• Rin suffers from a phobia that makes her unable to use Re:Phrase on herself under any circumstances.
• Rin can't do anything with the information provided from the aliens via Re:Phrase. They're too alien for now.
• Despite her bubbly nature, Rin can also be seen a lot just sleeping or lying around, especially after missions.
• Rin's eye glows upon using her Psychic Drive!
• Despite popular belief, she doesn't have that much experience with technology.
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• Name: Hiro Valentine
• Age: 16
• Gender: Male
• Class: Linker
• Nationality: Japanese-American

• Appearance: The most notable feature on Hiro is perhaps a faded scar on his cheek. The auburn eyes and platinum locks are the signifying trait of his bloodline. Stands at roughly 177 cm (5'8 ft) in height and weighing across 138 pounds. Relatively lanky, always dressed at his prime. He takes his appearance from his father, usually always carries some sort of watch on his right arm, they are not incredibly expensive if anything they just are there for the appeal of having one.

• Bio: Kindness is taught on the home, benevolence is achieved through experience. Not many hearts are capable of placing benevolence at the helm, logic intercepts at times most crucial. This was a hard learned fact for Hiro. You see, there are gift which are handed at birth, others attained through hard work and labor, some even stolen. But to some extent, Hiro was all of these combined... Do you believe that people, no matter what the circumstances, return to being themselves in the long run? That no amount of change is permanent? There is not true answer to such, perhaps a belief shift a person's view, but not their personality. A crude soul is crude to its finest hour, a caring soul is caring no matter where they are placed. Hiro is a test subject for such, as the history is claimed through a new essence, a similar body, similar life, different world.

Hiro holds a connotation to many, it's a definition that comes with a lot of baggage. Some holding care and love, others resentment and jealousy. But the burden falls on the shoulders of a boy who cannot remember past a certain age. Names, dates, events slip through the crack of his fingers. Though his talents remain at its finest, like a fine blade with its edges dulled, it resembles a period where greatness once overtook on the shoulder of one who didn't claim it. Hiro was part of a terrible accident, which left him hospitalized for a time, throughout he suffered a terrible affliction, amnesia. Through such, Hiro developed to become someone different from who he was, someone foreign to the people around him. He was a top student, with good grades, yet a rather repulsive personality. Haughty, grandiose, holier than thou.

Yet if there was something that depicted him, is through such there was achievement, there was results. As a linker, he was rather prominent on his field. However, such was perhaps stolen and lost, by another man. One that now rest on the same shoulders, one that speaks when spoken to. A young man that questions his existence and carries a burden or maybe a gift. His hands are the one of Hiro, the Achiever and now, they are the hands of Hero, the Amnesiac.

• Armament: He utilizes a drone that if tethered with, aids in the healing abilities of Hiro. Gungnir is a drone that syncs into the user for maximum effectiveness, Hiro can cast from long range battle with such.

• Psychic Drive:

Tethering: this is his most prominent ability. He releases a coil of light that connects him to two other entities. As long as this connection isn't severed, he can provide a constant stream of power towards his allies, healing them continuously over time in the expense of his own stamina. Such can be also connected into a single point and shot through the Gungnir as a concentrated bolt to heal. The speed as to how it heals the targets depends on both the ability of the user, and the wound. He cannot regenerate lost limbs or even, completely restore a person to their 100%. However, this aids immensely as a means of sustainability.

• Extra:

He's terrible at talking to the opposite sex.

He has a soft spot for animals, particularly cats.

He doesn't really like to eats fast foods, but does it anyway out of bad habit.

He has a distant relationship with his family and former friends. This is due to his amnesia and a sense of regret.

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