• Name: Ami Murota
• Title: The Devil Queen
• Age: 20ish...?
• Class: Berserker(Sword)
• Aspect of Soul: Broadsword - A remnant of her times as a girl who was magical, this is a rather simple sword of black steel, about the length of her body. There are runes etched into the base of the blade that tend to glow whenever Ami channels her power, however they don't appear to actually do anything aside from glowing...
• Abilities: Devil's Fury - The greatest sin a Magical Girl could commit was murder. Those who indulged in this act would invariably become Devils, sacrificing their humanity and giving in to the darkness entirely. While Ami never gave into the darkness while she was a Magical Girl, after the source of the Magical Girl's powers disappeared she found herself powerless, entirely devoid of everything that had once made her special.

All except for that darkness. Ami has reclaimed her powers by grabbing a hold of the Devil inside, reigniting her magical furnace and powering herself solely with her own fury. Tldr; shoot fire and be strong, shoot fire and be stronger when you get angrier.
• Background: Ami was once a Magical Girl. A lot happened in her life before that, but none of it mattered i comparison to that one fact. Ami was a Magical Girl. She fought Nightmares, ruled the city from the shadows, took what she wanted and damned the consequences! Life was good. Life was really good.

But then she wasn't a Magical Girl. Nobody was really sure what had happened, but one day their powers simply disappeared without warning. And Ami was no longer special. She was just alone. She really tried to live a normal life, go to school, get a part time job to pay for her apartment. But the other Magical Girls had no reason to talk to her now that everyone was just normal, and she could never make friens with the others. They didn't get it, they didn't understand what she was! What she was.

She started withdrawing from the world, she locked herself away in her apartment and lived off of the junk food she had stockpiled there. The life of a NEET was miserable to be quite frank, but she just couldn't relate to the world after what she had seen, after what she had been.

And then one day, a Demon approached her. Her old teacher, the one who had taught her how to fight as a Magical Girl. "Depression ain't a good look on you kid. Now go look out the window, you've got places to be." She didn't really understand what the hell he was talking about, but it's not like she had anything better to do. So Ami got up off of her mattress on the floor, walked to the window, and witnessed something that lit a fire in her soul once more.

A great tower, floating in the sky above her city. She barked out a laugh as she stared at the impossibility, a reminder of the life she had once lived. She blinked once, and then found herself in a great darkness. And then, she entered the Tower.

• Name: Serin Le’riain

• Title: Umbral Lance

• Age: 26

• Class: Warrior(Sword)

• Aspect of Soul: Ornate armor, befitting a knight of eld, hews closely to Serin’s form. It’s construction is as solid as it is ancient – a barrier that shields him from blows that would shatter the bone of mortal men.

A lance also appears at his beck and call, wreathed in whipping bolts of lightning and swirling lines of shadow both. The weapon allows its wielder an unparalleled reach and precision, if handled with the deftness it demands.

• Abilities: Noblesse oblige/Noblesse martyrs – Serin can shield an ally within sight from harm, slightly softening the blow and distributing the damage taken evenly between both him and his ally. Conversely, if the target is at a lower health threshold than Serin himself he can choose to take the raw brunt of the attack in their stead, unmitigated.

Eye for Eye, Tooth for Tooth – The gauntlets of Serin’s armor naturally end in a sharper point, more akin to claws or talons than anything humanoid. Shadow enwreathes these digits at his command, the unnatural darkness acting as a feral kind of weapon. When they come into contact with blood it’s as if the sharpened shadow drinks of the vital crimson - reinvigorating its host.

Even Should Heaven Fall - Serin is able to forge magic sigils with a simple incantation, these magical constructs are translucent save for the patterns that give them their power. They enhance the knight’s ability to leap far greater distances than normally possible, and allow him to land ‘mostly’ safely if he’s touched one in the past few seconds. Normally used for devastating airborne plunges from above.

• Background: House Le’riain is a renowned and international name, the family itself involved in nigh everything; From trade guilds to kingdom politics to magical research, and, if rumors are true, even the less savory elements of society. Being born into such a prestigious household guaranteed the young Serin opportunities and tutelage far removed from what was attainable by the common man – the boy groomed since near birth to inherit the family mantle alongside his brother, Sahar.

Academics. Athletics. Decorum. Creed. Faith. Both heirs to the Le’riain name were drilled in these subjects, from dusk to dawn, for years on end. Serin was the quiet and methodical of the two, whereas his other half, Sahar, was the social butterfly – the lively and bright child. Wherein Serin excelled at athletics, his brother happened to be a near prodigy so far as academics were concerned. Where one lacked the other compensated, a perfect pair if there ever was. The future of the house seemed bright, were it to last.

As both aged, nearing their mid 20s each, something changed. Serin’s demeanor shifted, his once filial piety replaced with a biting sarcasm, the brotherly love him and Sahar shared growing cold and unfathomably distant.

At twenty four, during a family event that saw the near entire line gathered together, Serin renounced his inheritance and claim to the Le’riain name. Half his family was left in shock, the other half in anger.

Serin disappeared from the public eye soon thereafter, taking what wealth he’d built in his early adult life. Only years later does he reappear, drawn to the mythical tower in the sky.