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Appearance:
At 5' 2.6" tall, 118 pounds, and with an average build, there isn't much to write home about Emi's appearance. Were it not for her eccentricities dictating bits of her appearance, one would be able to see Emi as a normal and functional member of society. She isn't, though. She's never cut her hair once in her life, resulting in an extraordinarily long mop of hair that has to be tied in bizarre ways so that she can properly move. Besides her hair, another notable feature is that she doesn't possess a left leg. Usually, her construct takes the form of her leg which allows her to walk. When he isn't, Emi either uses crutches or uses a wheelchair.

Personality:
Emi is... special. She possesses the attention span of a gnat, the energy of a coke-addled mouse, the spiritual energy of a meme, and the humour of a 14 year old boy that has done nothing but eat sugar and watch funny video compilations. Whereas most other people are functional members of society, Emi is a hurricane of bad jokes and even worse ideas. Despite her obvious (and numerous) shortcomings as a respectable member of society, she still somehow manages to be entirely capable when it comes to what interests her.

And the only thing that captivates the maniacal whims of Emi are the explosive fights between construct and monster.

Background:
Emi was born broken. It was a miracle she was alive, really. It was a perfect storm of disaster. She was born missing a leg, numerous organs, her left eye, and (as others like to say) various parts of her brain. The doctor who delivered the young Emi said that, even with their magic, it would be a miracle if Emi made it three years. The young Emi, even though she was a newborn that couldn't understand a single word, was determined to dunk on that doctor and prove him to be a fraud.

Emi easily made it to three years old. Besides her entire "not walking" deal, she was a normal toddler. High energy, big ideas, and about as dumb as a three year old. Her parents loved her. However, as Emi grew up, they realized something rather important; Emi wasn't actually growing up. Sure, her body got bigger. Her brain didn't exactly share in the growth. While they expected a regular daughter, they got a little hellion of a girl that was unable to do anything for more than a few days at a time before getting bored and quitting.

But in that hellstorm of trying to find jobs and career paths that would interest the young Emi, a small glimmer of hope was laid to her parents: battle. The tales of constructs fighting against construct to reclaim Japan had enthralled Emi. She wanted to destroy and demolish too! Wait, no. She wanted to demolish the constructs that threatened humanity.

Eventually, Emi got the opportunity to create her own construct. Channeling into that conduit, Emi bestowed upon it her everything. Her desires, her dreams, her magic had all flowed deep into the shell. Long story short, she got a kick-ass best friend that would put up with her antics, help her beat up evil, and literally be someone that would give a leg up on her competition.

And she entered Yoake with the intent of becoming the queen of beating up constructs. Were it not for her perfect scores in the practical portions of the entrance exams, she would have never been accepted.

Magic:
Emi's magic ability is to create life. More accurately, it's to create living cells. She's not exactly good at it, either. Even though she can technically create muscle, bone, and more, they are all highly unstable. The amount that she can make isn't too impressive, either. At most, she can create a very poorly sculpted hand that disintegrates after a few minutes.

Abomination

Appearance:
Viscera is... viscera. An ever changing amalgamation of organs and muscle, Viscera's appearance is constantly changing, but he does have a few notable forms. The first is his "stealth" form. Taking the appearance of a normal human leg, he is (for the most part) able to blend in with Emi's body. The only issue is that, like all of his transformations, something goes wrong. In the case of the leg, eyeballs comprise a portion of the surface. His other common forms include a eldritch abomination of flesh that can only be described as "a horrible blob" and a demonic flesh-sword that possesses arms and legs. He also oozes a considerable amount of ichor when he transforms, making constant messes.

Personality:
Contrary to Emi, Viscera is about as normal as a construct can be. He's rather laid back, but is willing to get serious when the time calls for it. Even though he's an eldritch horror of terrible things, he's actually a rather nice character. He's (compared to Emi) decently smart and willing to help others as best he can. He's polite and has a distaste for violence, causing him to hold back more often than not. Still, when he feels like there's no other option, he's willing to become violent. Despite his friendly demeanor and wisdom beyond his age (and species), he has a deep self-hatred over what he looks like since he is unable to control the exact specifics.

Core:
Normalcy

Background:
Formed by a young Emi's hand, Viscera's was designed to be a perfect mix of skeletal frames. After all, what shortcomings of each frame could surely be fixed by filling in those gaps with other frames? Well, most of those frames crumbled, disconnected, and cracked off since randomly attaching frames against the direct suggestion of proper design choice wasn't exactly the best idea. What was left was an aberrant core of conduit that formed the core of what Viscera was.

Then Viscera woke up. Flesh formed and created what was his body. It was a discordant mess of organs, muscle, bone, and other body parts. Besides an odd self-disgust of what we looked like, Viscera felt a bit okay about the entire deal. The one-armed girl that gave him life was a nice enough person, he thought. He might as well from a contract with her and go with her as thanks for creating him. Though a towel to clean up the ichor everywhere would have been nice.

Abilities:
Viscera can freely change his form to suit what the situation desires. Sword used by another construct? Perfectly fine. Combat blob that acts as the vanguard? That's his most optimal combat style. 45 foot tall monstrosity that crushes building and suplexes giant lizards? Extremely exhausting and horrific, but possible. Gun that shoots organ and bone at things? Weird, but he can do that. Besides his versatility, Viscera is a bit of a one trick pony. All of his attacks are varying degrees of punching things. The only other technique he possesses is getting things to trip on his ichorous secretions.

Name:
Ayesha

Age:
16

Appearance:


Blonde hair, green outer dress with white inner dress underneath. Green emerald eyes.

Personality:
She is a bright and cheerful girl, always seen with a smile on her face. Thanks to her upbringing that is away from "normal" civilization, she can be eccentric and somewhat airheaded at times, but it also makes her be a really independent person who can function perfectly well with barely any contact with another human.

She has a curious mind, constantly wanting to discover new things and experiences.

She's a big lover of nature, though she recognizes the convenience that technology provides, and now, at her stay in the academy, she couldn't help but feel that she's somewhat out-of-place there.

The only person she has a close relationship with was her construct, thanks to them accompanying her for nearly every single day back at the wilderness, necessary for how dangerous the place could be, and she is certainly glad that they could accompany her as she studies in the academy.

Background:
She had always been a foundling ever since she was little.

She never knew who her parents were. The only thing she knew was that the herbologist who raised her found her as a mere infant found her inside a crashed private plane inside the forest. Somehow, she was lucky enough that she wasn't killed in the impact while her parents did.

He took her in and raised her as his own, even though he didn't really want to at the start. He was a misanthrope, doing research on nature away from civilization because he despised other humans. He would've just given her away at the nearest village, but he decided against it at the last moment.

He would raise her right, as a human being that is worthy of life.

The two lived together for years, with her learning everything there was to know about the wilderness and the plants in them from him. He also lent him his construct for her protection, which she immediately bonded with as a kid. But eventually, his old age caught up to him, and he fell ill. As much as she wished she could've saved him, it was his time to go. He left his construct to her, officially making her their new master.

His last wish was for her to see human civilization for herself. He had arranged her to study in the nearest construct academy, as she had bonded with his construct, and she could certainly learn how to be a good master to one. He also told her to judge whether or not humanity still deserved to live on this earth after desecrating it so terribly.

She decided to fulfill that wish, and so she departed, leaving her hermitage and into the alien civilization she was never a part of.

Magic:
She has the ability to control nature. She could use it to heal people, speeding up their regenerative capabilities, and she could also use it to hasten the growth of plants, up to the point of sprouting roots, vines, and even trees instantly from the ground. She could even transform her own skin into wood, hardening it while allowing her to grow plants off her own body to attack her enemies.

Name:
Adamas

Type:
Monstrous

Appearance:
A mass of stone, the first impression that Adamas gives off is that of an immovable wall, massive, unyielding, and cumbersome. Moss grows over its body like fur, while obsolete cuffs of steel have fused with its ankles, only bits of chain left on it to indicate its prior purpose. There is a hole in Adamas’s chest where spiderweb fractures spread out from. Golden light spills out from them, warm and soft like sunlight. Gargantuan even compared to other constructs, the golem, when standing, reaches to a height of twelve meters, but can shed parts of its body until it stands only at two meters instead. Mostly comfortable with moving on fours, Adamas’s proportions are closer to that of a gorilla, with arms longer than the legs.

Personality:
For a creature of such massive size and power, Adamas is surprisingly thoughtful, oddly subdued. There is a constant gloominess surrounding it, a fatigue more mental than physical, and its long-lived nature had made it rather forgetful, almost insolently tardy when assigned tasks with deadlines. What was the difference of a couple hours, a couple days, for a construct that had lived as long as it had? It speaks carefully, considerately, and seeks moderation in everything. Nothing good comes out of excess and absence, after all, and in the end, the highs and lows of its life simply…melts together. Taken altogether, it averages out in a long, flat line, and it is perhaps for that reason that Adamas is unable to truly ‘cooperate’ with the atmosphere around it; winter will melt eventually and give way to spring, and summer will wither and crumble into autumn. In the grand scheme of things, the blacks and the whites always end up gray.

To its credit, however, Adamas has wholly become aware of just how gloomy its core makes it, and strives to ensure that not too much of it comes across in its speech. Not everyone shares the same tastes as its infuser, after all, and thus, Adamas largely keeps quiet, feigning being mute. A construct exists to work and fight at the behest of its current contractor. That’s how it was, and how it’ll always be.

Core:
Melancholy

Background:
Adamas was made by a lonely doctor, meant to help her with tasks she was too frail to complete by herself. They lived in a hut on the borders of a town, treating those who came, living off the land as best they could. Years passed into decades. It watched her turn pale and silver, until she left her withering body to rot in her bed.

Adamas was contracted by a guard of the town. They had no talent of their own with the creation of constructs, but they had seen the colossus who guarded the doctor, and knew that such power could not be left to waste away. Between reverting to monstrous instincts or respecting the memory of its creator, Adamas chose the latter, and became a construct that protected the town as a whole, a guardian beast passed down from generation to generation.

When calamity struck, however, the small creatures of flesh that relied on Adamas’s strength to stay safe could no longer do so. Brawn was sufficient in driving back marauders, but natural disasters piled up, one after the other, until no one was left. They had either stayed and died, or left and died. As the last Guardsman of Keima expired, the golem found itself alone.

Time passed as it wandered in search of a host, but humanity had been decimated. There was no contractor in the mountains, willing or unwilling. Adamas felt its consciousness slip away, crumbling like the soul of its infuser.

Time to sleep.

So it did.

…

A life burned like a torch. A light shone like the sun. An order ran, clear as a clarion.

From within the earth, Adamas rose again, the roots of the trees that grew on its back snapping off as it rose to crush the rogue constructs assaulting its new contractor. It had been given life again. It had been called to work again. The snow had melted again, and the sun had rose again.

Wreathed in light, the golem laid waste to the beasts, and in the aftermath of brilliant carnage, it laid its eyes upon its latest contractor. A man, disavowed of humanity. A herbologist, seeking only to perfect his own craft.

Years passed into decades with that man as well, Adamas watching as he became the father of an orphaned child, watching as he turned pale and silver, until he left his withering body to rot in his bed. It will respect his memory too, his wishes. It will accept the contract with his daughter, and watch her in his stead.

And whether it be her children or another’s, whether it be a town or a mountain, it will continue to be passed on, until the day calamity strikes again, until the day it must sleep again.

Abilities:
Outside of its impressive physical strength and its ability to modulate its size by expelling excess material from its body, Adamas is able to project large, magical circles in the area around it and shoot powerful energy beams out of them. At maximum output with no regard to its contractor, it can saturate an entire town with artillery fire, leaving nothing but destruction in its wake.

Name:
Yuuto Kagawa

Age:
16

Appearance:

A young man, fair of face and long in stride, he stands at a height of 5'7" and has a rather lithe figure. His hair is usually a feathered mess of lilac, though at formal occasions he'll tie the back into a ponytail and comb the front and bangs back. The mark of his contract is placed on the palm of his left hand.

Personality:
Flamboyant to the extreme, Yuuto is a man of eccentricities and focuses so heavily on appearances and status, one would be forgiven for calling him shallow or a Narcissist. Or rather, he at least acts in a manner befitting one. He's a very self-assured kind of person, possessing complete faith in his own abilities and judgement, carrying himself with a peacock's grace and refinement. Despite how self-centered he comes off, he worries about others' well-being and health when they're clearly down in the dumps, but comes across as very pushy if his help isn't accepted.

Background:
What can one say of one born into the lap of luxury? From birth, Yuuto was blessed with wealth, a future already paved at his father's company, and the unflinching confidence that he was god's greatest damn gift to Earth. It was the kind of confidence that came naturally in his position, the spoiled rich kid that had everything going for him, and every desire answered. Naturally, he was an insufferable brat that was generally awful to everyone around him. So life would continue, until, as it always does, something went awry.

No, nothing needlessly tragic like a death in the family or some kidnapping. Rather, his father's company tanked. Hard. Like, comedically hard. Now out of money and forced into a "normal" suburban life meant that all the kids he had picked on naturally turned around and picked him apart. Going from having everything to comparatively nothing wasn't really "humbling" for him. Rather, it was infuriating. Humiliating. And also getting beat up really, really hurt.

Through enough beatings and complete social rejection by his peers, he would grow somewhat. Enough to go from a spoiled brat, to a slightly-less-spoiled-but-still-kind-of-a-dick young man.

One day though, something would change his life forever. As strange as snow falling in summer, ice caked the ground of one of the more dilapidated buildings lining Shinchi's slums. Having come seeking rumors out of boredom, he found a girl collapsed on her side, red caking the white planes of ice beneath her.

With a single, honest question that would start everything, he would ask:



Magic:
Yuuto's magic is a form of magnetism, allowing him to polarize objects to be attracted to one another. While he isn't limited to metal objects only, he cannot polarize living things, and polarized objects will only start getting attracted within thirty feet of one another. The longer the two objects stay within that range of each other, the stronger the magnetic pull will get at a rapid rate.

Name:
Fubuki

Type:
Humanoid

Appearance:


Personality:
A quiet girl that is completely passable for human, Fubuki is largely inconspicuous. She is calm, reserved, and generally about as normal as a high school girl could be. Y'know, minus the whole not being human thing. She is easily startled, and is an incredibly sore loser, which in turn gives her an oddly competitive side beneath her reserved exterior.

Core:
Perpetuality

Background:
The life of a Construct begins much like any other being's, not in a biological sense, but in that its "parent" has the desire to create. What most separates the birth of a Construct from a Human's is that upon formation, their brain is already fully developed. Memories remain intact from the first time their senses alight and consciousness is granted. This memory of her birth was one that would stain Fubuki's personality. The sight of her creator already bathed in blood, the last of his life force spent in a desperate attempt to generate a guardian against his assailant.

For a being that knew nothing beyond that it existed, Fubuki struggled with the concept of death as she held her creator's body limp in her arms. It was as if a newborn was left with the ability to ponder the death of a mother in labor. It was an empty sort of sadness, one filled with nothing but regret that was unreasonable. After all, how could one lament the death of someone they'd never even met while they were alive. Yet still, tears clouded her vision as she craddled the man's dying form. His life force spent and now within another Construct, the Rogue assailant left, departing with the words:

"Decide for yourself if they're worth crying over."

---

That scene etched into her heart, Fubuki would wander clueless to her own existence as a Construct, a ring of frost tracing her through the wilderness. Her core of Perpetuality encouraged stagnation, the same thing repeated over and over again, resulting in a daily pattern of the same wallowing again and again. A pathetic sight, she was often chased away by residents of the slums as she neared due to her obvious nature as a Construct. But, due to her habit of repeating again and again that which felt natural, she returned again and again, merely watching the people living in the outskirts of Shinchi before being chased off again. Sometimes there was violence directed towards her, and sometimes there were simply harsh words. Both stung deeply for the woman with the worldly knowledge of an infant. It was a final act of violence that culminated in a gunshot to her stomach would shatter her peaceful existence.

As she was angered and frightened, that would be the first of Fubuki's Ice Ages that manifested. But, it was left at that. She ran, pained and injured as she collapsed in an abandoned building. Looking at her hand stained with her own blood, she would come to her own opinion: Humans were most certainly not worth crying over. None would weep for her, the Rogue Construct that never took a life, the wandering icy maiden that would die with her name barely seeming real in her mind. Her eyes grew heavy, and the frost began encroaching on her body as she opted to choose her own way out.

...That was, until footsteps approached. A young man who had been undeterred by the cold appeared before her. His eyes weren't like the others. Rather than see a Construct that had no master, he saw someone in trouble. Someone dying. Regardless of circumstance, regardless of intent, he was here, much like how she had been for her dying master.



A question that demanded an answer that would bring tears to her eyes. The water from her eyes hardened into ice before it reached the ground, and, with one word she would answer honestly.

"...Please."

Abilities:
Ice Age: An ability that causes the entire area around Fubuki to freeze immediately, causing an extreme drop in temperature as well as the formation of ice crystals over nearly every inanimate object in the area. Once an Ice Age zone has been created, Fubuki is capable of freely manipulating the ice around her. The longer the zone remains active, the greater the area it will cover, but this also causes the drain on Yuuto to increase exponentially. Theoretically, if she had enough life force she could cause a permanent Ice Age across all of Japan. Once an Ice Age is no longer supplied with magic, it will immediately begin thawing, causing any frozen objects to be damaged from the rapid temperature shift. Weaker individuals are likely to succumb to hypothermia due to the shock of a temperate environment suddenly reaching below 0.

Default Range: 120ft/~36 meters.

Swan's Grace: In addition to creating the zone, Fubuki is completely unaffected by the normal physical inconveniences of ice. She does not grow cold, does not lose her balance upon slippery footing, and can in fact sprint faster than her normal top speed so long as she is within the boundaries of an Ice Age zone. Her physical strength also increases by a moderate amount.

Name:
Suzuki Hugo

Age:
20

Appearance:


Personality:
Regrettably, Hugo has not been able to prevent his most notable trait from defining him, which is his anxiety. Possessed of a anxious disorder, he is irritable and prone to worrying, tires easily, and is near-constantly on edge. Stressful situations can escalate this anxiety to panic, causing sweating, heart pounding, difficulty breathing, shaking, and crushing feelings of imminent doom. Naturally, he tries to avoid situations where his anxiety will come to a head, giving him an impression of aloofness, shyness, strictness, and superstition, the latter of which stems from his own personal tendency to see things as omens. Missing or failing things sets him on edge, but landing difficult attacks or other achievements provide him great relief, as does hugging things and the sensation of cool water.

However, this is not ultimately who Hugo is. Without his disorder's clutches, he's a genial and compassionate fellow, never particularly outgoing but always considerate and polite. While he doesn't have an artistic bone in his body, he likes drama and music, and is a staple figure at whatever concerts or plays crop up every now and again. A certain sense of pride in his ability to live for himself despite his disorder gives him an independent streak, prevents him from asking for help or really working well with others. This is only compounded by his tendency to cut people off that he deems unhealthy for him, leaving him a friendly if cautious loner. His aspirations are, in a roundabout way, heroic. He does, after everything, want to relieve suffering and better humanity's condition.

Background:
While he believes more in nature than nurture, looking back on his early life, Hugo can pin down a solid explanation for his anxiety. His parents were, in a way, visionaries—they thought they understood the problems with the world and how to fix them. Hailing from a line blessed with extremely healthy genetics and distinctive physiological traits, they maintained the belief that their genes were best suited for the world. As such, they continued in the tradition of having lots of kids, and among all of his brothers and sisters, Hugo was simply one of many faces given from birth the purpose of strengthening humanity.

Every sibling suffered from their parents' negligence and high expectations, given punishment and correction instead of attention and encouragement as they were made to work with constructs from an early age. This sort of treatment evoked Hugo's anxiety early, and with the pressure on, he disappointed his family severely. Many of his siblings, eager to escape their elders' wrath themselves, tormented him also. A few showed him kindness, and eventually, it was with them that Hugo ran away. With nobody to turn to and the everpresent threat of their family, the siblings found that freedom presented its own hardships, and were forced to part ways. Without a construct of his own, Hugo remained alone and endangered, living each day just to survive.

Eventually, however, a stroke of luck found its way to him. He came across another loner, a construct named Hume, and soon realized they needed one another in more ways than one. Hume, lost and heartbroken following the demise of his beloved family, found someone to love and protect. Hugo, meanwhile, found strength and reassurance, a friend who could take away his pain. The pair ended up at Geiru institute, taking advantage of its interest in duos like theirs to find a home at last.

Magic:
Hugo has the ability to create magical cords, white in color, somewhat translucent, and glowing just a little. He can alter their length and manipulate them to a slight degree as long as he's touching them. While a strange magic, it's one that comes in handy, whether for binding, sealing, repair, or fighting. Specifically, he uses it with a metal hook in order to create a sort of chain-hook that he lashes out with from afar to cut or capture. Because it's a difficult weapon to use that requires a lot of finesse, he gets a great amount of satisfaction and courage from its successful application, but is quick to stress if he misses or fumbles it. He also often uses it to make bolas with rocks or or whatever else is lying around.

Name:
Hume

Type:
Monstrous

Appearance:


Personality:
Quiet and softspoken, Hume is a loving and caring individual. He loves to teach, to inspire, to bring hope, to make things easy, and to warm hearts. While not the most outgoing, and therefore not some exaggerated 'bringer of love to all', he can be very passionate about the wellbeing of those close to him, and he has few compunctions about bringing people closer. Hume has an eye for the suffering, sick, and restless, and aims to bring comfort to those especially. While he dislikes fighting, his passion can lead him to fight with brutal strength for the sake of others, and with a heavy heart he can bring himself to eliminate those he judges too evil to continue afflicting the world.

Core:
Peace

Background:
The spark that brought Hume to life was the singular wish of one on the precipice of death.

A woman was forced to flee with her husband and their three young children from their home city. With a gang of merciless men with cruel intent never far behind, they plunged into the hateful wilderness until they left their pursuers far, far behind. Ragged and torn, exhausted and unwell, they stumbled upon a miracle: a safe haven, secreted away from the ruinous elements and hungry eyes of beasts. There they enjoyed a time of rest, free from the years of persecution—all too brief, for the ingenuity of man found a way.

In the dead of night the escapee's dogged pursuers, guided by their conduit partners, descended upon their haven. The husband fought back, revealing his true nature in full, and though he fought with true desperation and incredible strength he was driven to the brink beneath their onslaught. Choking back tears, the wife enacted the plan they'd hoped would never need come to fruition; she assembled the conduits and allowed her life to flow through them, and as the blades fell upon her she shrieked her final plea.

“Protection!”

But in her heart of hearts, she'd already given up. In that moment, her soul wished not for protection -for the strength to withstand all comers- but for peace, an end to suffering. A construct awoke, big and round and soft, and stared at its creators and their destroyers with wide eyes. When they struck him, his snow-white flesh bled a soothing mist, and they lost their will to fight. One by one Hume embraced them, reducing them to nothingness beneath his heavy arms, wondering all the while why humans would kill one another in such a vicious world. When he turned with great sadness to meet his makers, he found them side by side, painlessly fallen asleep, and never to awaken.

Guilt plagued him the rest of his days, though even if otherwise, he would have still taken the same path. He bonded with the children, not just to preserve his own existence, but to be for them what they had lost. He cared for them over the years, taught them all he could from reason to emotion, and grew to love them dearly. As they grew, they were able to live in safety thanks to Hume, and little by little other outcasts found their home. Humans and constructs alike, adrift or in search of a rumored paradise, discovered what came to be known as the remote settlement of Foghome. There they found solace, comfort, and safety, for none who came with hatred or sword could oppose their construct protectors, with the peace-loving but firm Hume leading the way. Eventually, even the constructs who originally pursued the first family reawoke and found forgiveness. In Foghome, just as it had for that family who fled so long ago, the line between human and construct blurred. Perhaps its villagers came as close to harmony as anyone in this world ever could.

It started slow and weak, the sickness. So slow and weak that nobody noticed until its knives were at their throats. The plague ate humans up from within, numbing their minds and dimming their life forces. Within a few days, none remained free of its grip. Fear filled the construct villagers, as they knew that none of their companions would be able to make it to the nearest city. Even if they did nothing but rest, they'd be gone in less than a fortnight. Hume, strongest and heartiest among them, vowed to go alone and find help. Sustained by his reserve of life energy, he trudged tirelessly through wood and vale, through day and night, until he reached the city. “Please,” he asked them, “Bring your doctors and physicians. My friends are sick. My children are dying. I will protect you, so please, come!”

He offered the citizens everything, begging and pleading, and at last some agreed. True to his word, he protected them as he made the trek, though he could only do so much. At length he and the few remaining volunteers staggered into Foghome, and there they found peace. They were all dead—dead by their own hands, having been consumed by their fear and pain. They had chosen to kill themselves rather than waste away, watching their loved ones succumb one by one, in terror and loneliness, convinced that no rescue would come. Hume wept, and wept, and wept, and wondered why.

Eventually, he returned to the city. His broken heart remained, but he needed children to protect, pain to take away, and troubles to put at ease.

Abilities:
Hume has incredible natural strength. While he's quite slow, and therefore not a good fighter, he can quite literally annihilate almost anything he gets his hands on or arms around if he so chooses. He's also pretty sturdy; while he can be cut easily, it takes a lot to really hurt him. His body circulates a cool numbing mist, which he can exhale, or bleed in large quantities if hurt. Organisms -including constructs- exposed to it find their movements slowed as their muscles loosen and relax, and it exerts a soporific effect on the mind. In small quantities it can sedate and bring peaceful sleep, but too much (particularly against already-weakened targets) can cause the body to shut down, causing comas or even death. However, if Hume releases it consciously, he can fine-tune its dosage, allowing him to blanket vast areas with what's essentially normal fog. When inside his own fog clouds, Hume has been observed disappearing and moving at unnaturally high speed, making him extremely hard to pin down; it's almost as if he can become fog himself.

Age:
17

Personality:
Kind of a klutzy wallflower.

Chidori easily blends into the background of places, not having very much of a presence, especially when compared to her constant companion who easily overshadows her in both terms of beauty and general presence. She absolutely loathes being the center of the attention, wanting nothing more than to not stand out in any significant way.

When around others, she tries her best to be cheery, to let herself try and actually make friends, but her clumsiness and pervasive sense of self doubt is utterly detrimental to any sort of social ability. Stumbles over words, doesn't like arguing and tends to choose the path of least resistance when doing things.

Despite all this however, Chidori is blessed with an acute mind - vastly intelligent and easily outshines most other people her age. While she isn't quite a prodigy, she has poured her heart and soul into studying the sciences and Constructs and will easily, if given the chance, talk your ear off about nuclear power, hover boards and her general love of constructs in general.

Background:
Born and raised in the Shinchi region by a fairly normal somewhat well off family, Chidori didn't have what one might call a happy upbringing. Her parents gave her plenty of love. Plenty of support growing up, and couldn't have asked for a better child. Her parents were the owners of a rather well off construction company and from an early age she was expected to pick up the mantle.

Yet, that was something she never wanted.

When she was old enough, she expressed her interest in the sciences to her parents. Of course, doing something like that when they considered the family company far more important was simply absurd to them.

So the fights started.

Chidori tried to ignore it, and focus on her own studies into the more academic fields. Sciences, atomic energy, constructs...but she could never shake the feeling she was in the wrong. She was the one who messed up. It wasn't exactly bad, was it? but...she couldn't do something like run a company. Her parents constantly pressuring her wasn't helpful. She wasn't cut out for it, she knew that much. And school wasn't much better - constant harassment and bullying in the typical fashion. Her clumsiness didn't help and made her an easy target for some of the less nicely inclined kids.

Finally having enough of it all, she decided she'd do something about it. She made herself a construct and applied to the Geiru institute. Making it in secret was no easy task, but she managed to without her parents finding out about it. When everything was said and done, a creature with an almost ethereal grace stood before her, and simply said.

"...to timid to sing yourself, are you? Very well - I'll sing for both of us until you find your voice."

Magic:
Chidori's magic focuses heavily on creating and manipulating an objects gravity, mostly focusing on her own, personal gravity so she can float, fly, fling herself at high speeds in a direction, create fields of denser or lesser gravity, and creating 'gravity wells' that cause anything around them to be drawn towards it. Strength varies, and stronger and larger wells are rather tiring.

Name:



Type:
Humanoid

Personality:
Perhaps where Chidori doesn't quite so like herself, that's why Nehla was created with something she doesn't want to quite admit she has. That is faith in oneself.

...though it manifested in a slightly antagonistic tendency.

Nehla is a rather forceful, cold individual. Proud, confident in her abilities, and utterly disregards most everything unless it is of a direct interest to her. While she is typically civil and polite in her mannerisms, the only human she seems to ever get along with in some degree is Chidori.

Core:
Faith

Abilities:
Shockwave blasts - Aside from her acrobatic prowess, agility and flight, Nehla possess the ability to generate destructive blasts of force. This can manifest a number of ways, either physically striking something to deliver a close range blast of force, or at a range by building up force within her wings and sending a devastating blast over a large radius. Even the smallest of her movements can generate enough force to shatter and crumble steel, only needing to amplify the force generated by the wave.

Such blasts deals considerable amount of concussive force to whatever hits it. At maximum power such force can even decimate buildings and crumble even the strongest of objects, and shake the very earth itself. As long as there is a medium for the force to move through and a starting point from her body, she can use her ability.

Generally speaking, the force can't be easily directed. Once loosed, it travels outward in all directions until the wave runs out of energy, destroying everything in its wake. The only limiting factor on the size, is obviously the energy required to pull something on such a large scale off.

Name:
Igarashi Renzo

Age:
17

Appearance:


Personality:
Shy and nervous. Two concepts that pretty much define Ren's entire existence. All in all, he thinks he's kind of useless, and prefers to stay as far away from being the center of attention as physically possible. He doesn't even really believe in his own abilities all that much, and the idea that others might depend on him is something that terrifies him to his core. However, he also knows that as someone who actually does have some level of power, he has to at least try, even if he thinks he'll fail to make a difference.

Background:
Ren has had a fairly ordinary life given the current state of the world. Mother dying in childbirth and no information on his father, Ren grew up in an orphanage surrounded along with over fifty other children. While some may find this quite a healthy place to grow up, others know one of the defining facts of life to a young person who has fallen behind in some way.

Children are cruel.

For Ren, who was visibly shorter than most of the others, this couldn't have been clearer. Between the ages of four and fifteen, he was molded by bullying and teasing, becoming a ball of nerves and self-doubt. Sure, the caretakers did what they could to prevent it, and there were plenty of kids who tried to stick up for him, but the bullies always seemed to find a way around these obstacles, getting him where they couldn't see. Eventually, this did mellow out, as his tormentors finally matured enough to realize how needlessly cruel they were being and left him alone. Some even apologized to him. It didn't matter though, the damage had been done. He already had little to no faith in himself. Even if the bullying had stopped, the mere fact that he had never been able to stand up for himself when it took place only proved that what they had said was true. He was weak. Too weak to do anything, for himself or for others. All he could do was drift through life and wait for the next reminder of his own uselessness.

It was during this time, where he felt like he had nothing he could accomplish, that he began visiting his mothers grave more and more often. Here he would confess how weak he felt, releasing all his problems to the gravestone and wondering if there was something, anything, that he could do to grow beyond this. Something to prove to the world that there was a reason for him to exist. To prove to himself that there was a reason.

And then one day, that proof came in the form of a construct.

Looking like a cross between a skeleton, a puppet, and the moon, the being instantly terrified Ren, his knees giving out from the shock. However, despite his fear, he felt a confusing urge to reach out to it. And so, going against his better judgement, he introduced himself to the construct. Upon hearing his name, the construct actually seemed confused, and before Ren could decide to take the opportunity to run, it did something he never expected, asking him to form a contract with it. Ren had heard of the way constructs sustain themselves, either forming a contract with a human or hunting them down. If this one was asking for a contract, then at least that meant it probably wasn't going to try to eat him, or do whatever it was they did to humans. However, he couldn't for the life of him understand why this being would want to connect itself to someone like him. Hell, even if it didn't know him well enough to know he was such a loser, it seemed like something you would be able to pick up pretty quick.

And then it promised to tell him about his father if he formed the contract, and let it show him how strong he could really be.

And, well, that was something he just couldn't turn down...

Magic:
Ren has a limited control over air and wind. It isn't particularly powerful enough to use as an attack, mostly being used to enhance his speed and mobility. When paired with Lun however, it can greatly enhance the speed with which he flies, as well as the floating speed of his constructs.

Name:
Lun

Type:
Abomination

Appearance:


Personality:
Despite his unnerving appearance, Lun is the kind of person who does whatever he can to be friendly and kind to those around him. If he see's someone having a hard time, he'll go out of his way to try and cheer them up, even if he can be a bit awkward about it. Ultimately, he just wants to help people out, and has been known to straight up ignore orders he has been given if he feels like it will cause unnecessary misery for others. The only time he would actively do something that will result in him hurting others is if he knows it's absolutely necessary, and even then, it'll tear him up inside.

That being said, he is rather self conscious, specifically about his appearance. Even though he knows there are plenty of other constructs out there who look far scarier than him, it still hurts a bit whenever he catches sight of his own reflection, or more commonly, when he see's others reactions to it.

Core:
Replication

Background:
Igarashi Keiji couldn't be there when his wife died. He was on the other side of Japan, working odd jobs in the hope that he could send money back to her and their infant son. When he finally got the news, he didn't get much. She was gone. No word on the baby, but it didn't seem likely that he would have survived the attack on his mother. He couldn't understand it though. They were in the city. They were meant to be safe. How was it that a construct could get them there? Drain them of their life force in the bastions of humanity?

By the time he managed to force down his rage, he had already completed his weapon, the being that would help him hunt down the constructs that had killed his family. It was only then, as the construct took form, that he realised what he had truly created. Despite looking kind of horrifying, the way it acted, the way it spoke...

It was his son... Not a baby, of course, but what he'd imagined his son might become when he grew older.

From the start, Keiji couldn't help but treat Lun as if he really were his son. He may never get to see Ren again, but he wouldn't waste this second chance he'd been given. Of course, this didn't stop him from seeking to avenge his wife and original son, and he took up a new life as a hunter of rogue constructs, using Lun's powers to find success time after time. This continued for sixteen years, until he was killed while fighting a construct taking the form of a giant white wolf.

With the last of his strength, Keiji asked Lun to find his wife's grave, as he had always believed that he didn't have the right to visit it, feeling guilty that he wasn't there to try and protect her when she was killed. However, now that he realized he'd never get the chance, he only felt stupid that he left such a dumb reason keep him away. Lun promised he would, and after making sure his creator, his father, had been buried properly, he set off for Shinchi.

The journey was tiring, even by flight, but he eventually made it to the neighboring city. He spent almost a full day searching, but when he eventually found it, he saw a boy standing at the grave. He wasn't sure why, but he almost felt like there was some kind of... something... between the boy and him. He approached the boy and, while clearly terrified by the poor construct, he at least managed to introduce himself. Lun noted with surprise that this boy, Igarashi Renzo, had the same family name as his creator. It wasn't long before he realised what was going on, but even if he hadn't, it was clear that this boy needed a hand in being confident in himself, so he asked if the boy would like to form a contract. Ren was hesitant, naturally, but it didn't take much after Lun told him he would tell the boy as much as he could about his father if he did.

And on that day, Lun met the boy he was, at least on some level, created from.

Abilities:
Outside of the normal physical enhancements that most constructs have, Lun has two primary abilities. The first is his ability to control gravity in relation to himself, allowing him to float around with ease, sometimes even reaching incredible speeds if the need arises. The second skill is his ability to create hard-light replicas of any object he has seen before, along with telekinetic control over them. This is usually limited to melee weapons, although he can create many other forms if he feels the need, such as orb-like projectiles he unleashes en masse, or even large, mechanical-looking limbs. Occasionally, if the mood strikes him and he isn't feeling quite as down about his own appearance, he will replace his projectile orbs with replications of his own head, because he thinks it's funny and youcan'tstophim.