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💔 Name: Pucca
💔 Title: Tempest Disaster
💔Species: Imp

💔 Abilities: As an imp, Pucca’s powers naturally stem from her demonic blood. With them come an arsenal of trickery and other minute annoyances at her disposal.



💔 Skills: In addition to a natural affinity for demonic energies and negativity, Pucca has an uncanny skill to shrug off blame or persecution. Though honestly, it can be viewed as less of an attribute and more just her unwillingness to take responsibility for her actions. If nothing else, it can be said stubbornness is her greatest skill. She can also give a good manicure too.

💔 Inventory: Imps aren’t known for the trinkets and tools they carry around. But a proper prankster always has the trick of a thousand sleeves rolled into one. And for Pucca, that sacred blessing comes in the form of some pretty potent nail polish she carries around everywhere. Able to summon it at will at any time, it’s notable for being a demonic brand and bringing with it a pungent, albeit initial, scent. It's probably made from rattlesnake poison. She's also been known to carry around spare change and other coins. Mostly pennies. Just cause.

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Houki Orimura isn’t usually considered the notable type. Apart from her short stature and prim-red glasses she keeps around at all times, she’s not that much distinguishable from the typical Japanese school-girl. Most of her outfits reflect this appropriately, Houki often seen in whatever uniform of the school she’s attending. Due to her Quirk however, her glasses are all of the same brand and material, made of the toughest to hold back bullets.

Perhaps at some point in her life, Houki was self-conscious in the demeanor her looks gave off or how "nerdy" she could appear. But with the power that came with Quirks, she frankly had bigger problems to be dealing with than personal image. As a result, she solemn changes her appearance, choosing to forsake additions such as make-up and other cosmetics. She's fine with coming across as a bookworm; controlling her Quirk is more prioritizing anyway.


Houki’s Quirk is called Death Glare, an Emitter-Type Quirk. This Quirk allows Houki to emit red beams from her eyes by glaring; the more intense her glare is, the more focused and deadlier the beams become. At the moment, the beams are only hot enough to melt through thickened wood. Each beam has width and volume similar to a soda can’s and she can only fire two, one for each eye, at the same time.

The more she uses her Quirk, the more Houki suffers from intense, painful migraines. These migraines may become so great that she is unable to use her Quirk for some time until she recovers with rest. Prolonged overusage will cause her to pass out. Her glasses are natural deterrents to her Quirk, made of dense enough material to keep small beams from passing through. A misplaced scowl only results in broken glasses and more money spent in fixing them.

• Given its reputation, why apply to Kokoro Academy:
  “Eh? Well, that’s…um, I believe that a Hero can come from anywhere. Anyone with a Quirk, big or small can do it, right? And all Heroes have Quirks, so it shouldn’t matter where you graduate from. Heroes all have the same mission at the end of the day and that’s to protect people! So, it doesn’t matter what school you went to…even one with Kokoro Academy’s reputation.”
• Why do you want to be a professional hero:
  “Me? Well…I think most of all, I want to help people. Fighting bad guys sounds cool and I think I can probably do that with my Quirk. But sometimes I feel like I’m doing more harm than help with it…so I want to make sure people can rely on me, even if my Quirk is dangerous. I want to be someone who can beat the baddies and rescue people.”
• What kind of professional hero do you want to become:
  “I want to try out being a Hero who goes on the frontlines and fight villains. I feel like my Quirk would be super effective as a power against them. At the same time though, I don’t want to hurt people caught in the crossfire if I can’t control it…my head says a villain fighter, but my heart says to be a support Hero. That way, I can make sure I’m actually protecting civilians.”
• Best describe yourself in five sentences:
  “I’m clumsy. Sometimes I doubt myself too much. And I’m scared my Quirk will seriously hurt someone one day…but I want to try. I want to learn. And I want to become a Hero who helps people.”
• What are you interests and hobbies:
  “O-Oh! Well, if we’re on the topic…I like reading! Reading calms me down and I can get lost in another world. Weird, I know, since we’re living in a world of super Heroes and villains, heh. Oh, and I like going out for karaoke too! Sometimes I’m not that great at it but it’s good exercise you know. Gotta keep those vocal chords strong and healthy! And I like sketching sometimes, but I don’t think I’m very good at it. The lines and colors just don’t mix when I-”
• Are there any notable accomplishments you want to us to be aware of:
  “Um…does burning the school tree down in kindergarten count? It was an accident!"
• Tell us something about your quirk that most might not know? Any events or memories, be it joyous or ill, tied to it:
  “My Quirk? Well, it really gives me a migraine if I overuse it. Let’s see, what else…oh! My glasses are kind of like stabilizers so I don’t just shoot my beams everywhere. They’re super expensive though so I’ve been wearing this pair since kindergarten-eh? No it wasn’t after the tree incident! Please don’t write that down!”
• Why should we consider you over the other applicants? What can you offer that they cannot:
  “Aside from my Quirk, I think I don’t have much going for me. But I want to learn. I want to know how I can control this Quirk of mine and become a Hero who can save people. Rescue or combat. I think it’s this drive of mine…my desire to control this power…that’s what’s keeping me going. That’s why I want to get in. I'm willing to put the effort where others won't.”

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Houki Orimura isn’t usually considered the notable type. Apart from her short stature and prim-red glasses she keeps around at all times, she’s not that much distinguishable from the typical Japanese school-girl. Most of her outfits reflect this appropriately, Houki often seen in whatever uniform of the school she’s attending. Due to her Quirk however, her glasses are all of the same brand and material, made of the toughest to hold back bullets.

Perhaps at some point in her life, Houki was self-conscious in the demeanor her looks gave off or how "nerdy" she could appear. But with the power that came with Quirks, she frankly had bigger problems to be dealing with than personal image. As a result, she solemn changes her appearance, choosing to forsake additions such as make-up and other cosmetics. She's fine with coming across as a bookworm; controlling her Quirk is more prioritizing anyway.


Houki’s Quirk is called Death Glare, an Emitter-Type Quirk. This Quirk allows Houki to emit red beams from her eyes by glaring; the more intense her glare is, the more focused and deadlier the beams become.


It was bad enough Houki has always had an aloof nature about her, but the addition of her Quirk and its implications hasn’t made things easier. She’s not so bad as to forsake any sort of friendships, but she’ll be hard-pressed to open up to people on her own. Instead, Houki tends to be attracted towards the more social and extrovert types, perhaps drawn to a lack of what she has. Once making a friend, she’ll do what she can to not be a disappointment towards them.

Houki herself has no incredible backstory, nor does she have any dark past. Unless one counts the time she accidentally burned the school tree down in kindergarten. That was the first instance of her realizing just how deadly her Quirk could be if left unchecked. Sometime later, she was given special prescription glasses to help moderate her Quirk without having to damage anyone or anything else.

With the glasses and her control that comes with age and time, Houki has since become rather dull in the emotional spectrum. As her Quirk is activated by facial expression, at some point Houki simply stopped performing them. The results were an anti-social robotic behavior with an anxiety about making friends. It was this same anxiety that ultimately spurred her to apply to Jigokuraku Academy. Despite this, there is a determination to learn within her. After all, she can’t remain quiet forever. If she wants to be a hero, she’ll need to discover just what kind of justice she wants to follow.

• Likes:
  
  -Reading.
  -Green tea ice cream.
  -Karaoke.
  -Lavender.
  -Doodling.
• Dislikes:
  
  -Sports.
  -Spicy foods.
  -Public Speaking.
  -Arguments.
  -Disappointment.

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• Name: "Bloody" Shirley
• Age: 22
• Class: Mercenary
• Level: 01

• Equipment:


• Personal Skill:

• Skills:


• Story: Hailing from nation of Dricia, Shirley’s life has always been on the run in some kind of manner. Due to the stringent conditions of Dricia’s marshlands, her family, like most inhabitants, were nomads. Wherever the food source moved to, Shirley wasn’t too far behind. It was this lifestyle and upbringing that no doubt influenced her eventual path towards a Mercenary. Traveling was in her blood, having been part of a family line that, for generations, was always moving from one place to another.

It was to no one’s surprise then that Shirley would eventually stake out on her own, leaving her family in Dricia to pursue other goals. Her early years as a Mercenary saw to it great success on her part, though sometimes her methods were…questionable at best. For a few jobs here and there, she’d have a perfect record. But there were always those rare instances when she had gotten a little too carried away with her work. What followed was of course a cut to her overall payment and a red mess that someone needed to clean up.

This pattern would continue over the course of her time before joining the Red Branch Company. The problem lay in the fact Shirley enjoyed her job as a sell sword too much, and when she did act out on violent tendencies, it meant reduced pay for everyone involved. And of course, the corpse left behind. This string of seemingly random and vicious behavior eventually earned her the nickname, “Bloody Shirley”.

In all honesty, that was probably why she was scouted out by the Empire of Nuniel, brought in to become a member of the Red Branch Company. Not that Shirley minded. After all, money was money, and to a Mercenary the coin talked louder than the politics. Especially if there were people to maim, bodies to hack, and life to be spilled for Bloody Shirley.

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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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• Name: Chiaki Tsukuyomi
• Title: Mugetsu
• Age: 18

• Emblem: Chiaki’s Emblem is a crimson mark hidden on the back of her neck. Whenever she transforms, it pulses with an unholy glow and seeps with a heat akin to a fever. As with all Magical Girls, targeting this location is the best way of restricting her magic.

• Devil Arm: The Dark Repulser is a set of twin blades pulsing with Chiaki’s dark magic. The blades each are enchanted and enriched in Chiaki’s vibration magic, making them appear as swords of pure light. In reality, each of them is vibrating faster than the eye can perceive. Because of this, Dark Repulser is able to cut through most materials easily, even bypassing certain types of magic due to the weapons themselves being empowered with magic. The twin blades may also be combined to form a twin-bladed staff, adding to Chiaki’s range and mobility. Coupled with her impressive blade skills, and the Dark Repulser makes for a reliable and deadly ally.

• Magic: Chiaki’s magic allows her to vibrate material, both inanimate and living. As a once proud Magical Girl of the light, she was able to fully explore her powers with a wide range of utilities. This included being able to phase herself through solid matter by vibrating her molecules at incredible speeds as well as extending her magic to other people. But since being corrupted, her magic has faced a severe backlash in power.

No longer is she able to phase through matter, nor is she able to apply vibrations freely. Instead, whenever she does apply her magic to herself it takes the form of a crimson aura outlining her body. With it, she’s able to move at incredible speeds, heightening her reflexes and physical prowess. This ultimately allows her to turn herself into a living blade that can cut anything she makes contact with; though the ability she displays now are a far cry to her former power. Furthermore, the more she does apply magic to herself, the more of a strain it has on her body, resulting in major physical backlash and follow-up recuperation.

Lastly, her vibration magic also applies to any weapons or objects she touches. The former is seen in her weapon set of the Dark Repluser while the latter can be any inanimate object. By vibrating an object, she can turn them into living bullets when thrown by increasing their speed or make them as sharp as knives for others to touch.

• Background: It’s unknown when Chiaki became a Magical Girl; just as long as it was when she turned towards the side of darkness and forsake her noble mission. What matters is less Chiaki’s past and more so the present she was able to carve out for herself. Being perhaps one of the oldest Magical Girls in Miso City, Chiaki’s mere presence was able to cow Nightmare activity and dissuade any potential threats on the rest of the populace.

But overtime her views simply became too cynical and too jaded to maintain the mask of light any further. And when her younger sister formed a contract to become a Magical Girl herself, it was then Chiaki became corrupted. Or rather, it’s more accurate to say, that by that time Chiaki was already steeped in the shadows. If Chiaki is rumored to be the first Miso City Magical Girl in some time, then there is no doubt she was its first Dark Magical Girl.

Through Chiaki’s tutelage, girls who shared her beliefs were encouraged in bonding together and forming their own sort of pact. Becoming what is now known as the Detention Club, Chiaki would lead her students further in the ways of darkness right until she “graduated” from the club. One of her most devout kouhai, Touka Yama, would eventually take her place as the new President of the Detention Club.

• Inventory: Chiaki doesn’t carry much on her personal figure, though her glasses are always a constant stay. Given Miso City’s cold winters, she’s often seen donning her crimson scarf. In the warmer months, she’s said to dress more casually as expected.

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✥ Name: Touka Yama
✥ Title: Red Wire
✥ Age: 16

✥ Emblem: Touka's Emblem is a black tattoo located on the length of her tongue. As such, it becomes near-impossible to locate it, let alone target it. Whenever she transforms, it pulses with an dark glow reminiscent of squirming wires. As with all Magical Girls, targeting this location is the best way of restricting her magic.

✥ Devil Arm: Diamond Vein is the name of Touka’s Devil Arm, serving as an extension overall to her magic. With her power over the wires in her body, she can manipulate them to fit her many needs. These may include various weapons, traps, or even wholly conscious clones each entirely conjured out of her wires. As such, Diamond Vein allows her to take more damage than what would be natural for a Magical Girl. Her body has become her weapon; where once her wires could only sew magic back together and heal, now they serve to mangle and render apart.

✥ Magic: Touka’s magic has converted every vein in her body into a wire strong enough to cut diamond. As a result, she has free reign over her bodily functions and complete manipulation of her wires. Once a denizen of light, Touka’s magic was utilized as a healing mechanism. With her wires, she was able to stitch back together torn flesh and even sew scattered magic back to its user. But since being corrupted, she has lost these abilities. What she has gained instead is much more lethal.

Touka is able to generate a wide assortment of weapons from her wires as well as use them to traverse across great gaps of space. Furthermore, she can set up elaborate traps using her wires as well as stitch her own torn flesh back together if the need arises. Her most powerful application of her magic, however, is her ability to create fully sentient clones from her wires. This has been the case for Magical Girls such as Black Shot, whose nature remains a secret to most of the Detention Club even now.

These clones are able to rationalize and deduct problems on their own, able to act in such a way as to mimic ordinary humans and Magical Girls. Each one of them are completely loyal to Touka and will not hesitate to drop whatever they’re doing to act on her whims. However, they are also reflections of their creator’s psyche; whatever a clone feels, Touka feels all the same. Likewise, whatever mental capacity Touka inhibits is thus transferred to the clone.

✥ Background: Touka hardly remembers her mother; nor does she care much for the woman. All that she’s ever known was her father, who had shut down mentally and socially once her mother had died. It was during those early years that Touka had been approached by those Mascots who served the side of magic within the world. What they offered was power and a wish to be granted in return for their services. As fools do, Touka accepted the contract without much thought, only desiring the once perceived warmth and attention of her father.

Thus, she became a Magical Girl. And for a time, all was good. She strived long and hard to vanquish the Nightmares pervading in Miso City’s streets. Even her father, who had remained so distant and cold during those early years began giving her more and more attention. Though it was soon attention Touka didn’t expect or find comforting. Indeed, her father gave her care, but not in the way she would have liked. Such treatment would go on for some time before corruption took place.

The legal system had ruled it as suicide, but hanging one’s self with wires was difficult, even for the poor-hearted. All the same, Touka abandoned whatever ideals she might have had and fully embraced the seducing power Nightmares had to offer. It wasn’t long after this she stumbled upon the Detention Club and its former president. Drawn by a group of like-minded Magical Girls, it wasn’t long before Touka rose up in rank and soon would be running the Club herself in due time.

✥ Inventory: As the President of the Detention Club and a respected member of Miso City High’s society, Touka can usually be found carrying papers and files on school grounds. Whether these files are of actual importance or just to sell her “good girl” façade is unknown. Otherwise, she also carries her phone wherever she goes.

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• Name: Vicky Stewart
• Age: 26
• Attribute: Poison [Elemental]

• Personality: Some could claim Vicky’s personality is as toxic as her Attribute, but they’d be wrong. She considers herself neither amicable nor cancerous, but simply selfish as all humans are. As a result, her actions tend to be done with her well-being first and foremost in mind, although she’s not below ignoring help or teaming up with other Rift travelers. Nor would she outright consider herself a horrible person; just because she’d rather not stick her neck out for someone doesn’t mean she won’t, albeit begrudgingly.

Additionally, there’s never any hard feelings between her and the people she may end up throwing under the bus. At least for her. To Vicky, it’s just common sense to maintain one’s own self-being before jumping into the fray for others. Of course, she’s not stupid enough to voice that kind of philosophy so openly. With how rampant people are nowadays with their emotions, especially with Rifts existing in their world, it’s better to let her actions speak for themselves.

• Abilities: As expected of an Elemental Attribute, Vicky can produce and manipulate the element of poison. The actual substance is produced via her bodily fluids, mainly her blood and saliva. With both she can utilize her Attribute to manipulate the poison freely once extracted from her body, usually via spitting or bleeding out. The effects of her poison aren’t much in comparison to raw power. The poison from her saliva burns on flesh and lightly melts inorganic material while the poison from her blood brings paralyzes on contact.

Furthermore, as with most Elemental Attributes, she can freely manipulate any poisons that already exist. The effect of control is most akin to water, Vicky crafting it into deadly floating waves that can be utilized to several different degrees. Though there has to be actual poison around for this to be useful, but when in doubt, she can always produce a steady supply of her own.

• Skills: Considering the functions of her Attribute, Vicky has become quite the adept spitter. She can lob poison from an impressive distance of at least ten feet. Though for skills that aren’t gross to consider, she’s a surprisingly artful chew when it comes to culinary treats. Combat-wise, she’s not the greatest fighter, relying overtly on her Attribute, but she’s competent enough to grapple individuals away.

• History: Hailing from Scotland, Vicky has always been a bit of a freelancer for her life. As soon as she could read and write, she dreamt of traveling the world for the sheer thrill of exploration and adventure. In a world in which Rifts exist, they served as the perfect opportunity. It was during her early high school days when she had snuck out and away and no one was looking to enter a Rift. When she entered, she was only human, a normality in the flawed system. When she departed, she, like many who entered the Rift’s void, had obtained newfound powers.

Learning to control her poisonous body was initially a challenge, but one that was practiced upon and could be utilized to further her desire for thrills. Especially in her college days. Now having long since graduated from that naive youth, Vicky does what she wants where she wants to. With no one to tell her otherwise, she freely travels the Rifts to cater to her obsession.

Of course, this devil may care attitude has left her strained in relationships with other people, leading her to pick up a mentality of self-preservation above all else. And considering the dangers the Rifts provided, it only made sense for her to maintain her own survivability above all others. That said, if a new experience exists, she’s not above putting herself in danger for the sake of it, including teaming up with other adventurers.

• Other: Vicky carries around small vials on her form, each containing the two different poisons in her body. Each case can be easily shattered for quick use and easy access to a poison supply if she finds herself in fast need of her powers. Furthermore, her favorite foods to make are usually of the sweet-toothed, unhealthy sugar variety.

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✣ Name: Katie Bastion
✣ Age: 19
✣ Attribute: Electricity [Elemental]

✣ Personality: Laidback and upbeat, Katie’s optimism reflects her powers. At times it often seems she’s full of boundless energy, always ready to take on the next challenge and bring about new experiences. So too then does she have an innate desire to help others when she can, eager to supplement kindness where it needs to be used. Hidden among the positive disposition is the burning fire of protection. Friend or stranger, she’s not above foolishly putting herself in danger for other’s sake in the face of injustice and cruelty.

But with all thunderstorms, there is a collection of calm and quiet. Despite her bright demeanor, that energy can get burned out all the same. Sometimes a moment of peace and quiet is appreciated lest she overwhelm herself. Of course, she’ll often have to be reminded of this by her peers lest she try to shoulder any challenge alone. Even so, regardless of her own feelings, she’ll continue to try and put others before her even at the cost of her own wellbeing.

✣ Abilities: As expected of an Elemental Attribute, Katie can produce the element of electricity. It naturally runs its course through her body, shooting up her veins, and can be unleashed in a variety of different ways. From sparking her fingers, to coating her limbs in electricity, and even discharging bolts and waves of the Element, the application for her Attribute is various. That said, insulation and rubber counters her powers for obvious reasons.

Katie can also manipulate electricity that isn’t her own. Often this translates into her short-circuiting technology with a touch or pranking people by flickering their lights on and off. The environment isn’t something to be relied upon too much so she tries to utilize her own power when she can. However, if a thunderstorm just so happens to be present, Katie can utilize this great source to fully enhance and bolster her powers to a shocking degree of potency.

✣ Skills: Due to all her time exploring and traveling several Rifts, Katie’s come to have a grasp of basic hand to hand combat. She’s fond of using flashy kicks for both defense and to show off. Usually, her electricity will coat her limbs to add a punch to her moves and a surprise for anyone against her. Furthermore, as a gymnast in her high school days, she’s quite flexible and athletic despite her size. And of course, thanks to her Attribute, she’s handy when it comes to messing with most of any sort of technology.

✣ History: Katie’s background isn’t all that amazing nor is it particularly seasoned. At the ripe age of nineteen, she’s only just barely graduated from high school and can be considered green when it comes to the business of Rift traveling. However, age and experience doesn’t stop her from scratching an itch that demands for adventure. Ever since she was young, she had been enamored and fascinated by the Rifts of their world, seeing them as portals to new possibility.

It probably didn’t help that her own parents were something of world travelers themselves in their own youths. And while although neither of them had the opportunity to explore the Rifts, their stories of countless adventures inspired the young Katie to follow in their footsteps. It was probably why, to no real surprise, they encouraged their daughter to travel into a Rift of her own, resulting in the Attribute she possesses today.

High school was high school and frankly, a meager chapter in her life. The most she got out of it was the gymnastics team of which she excelled at much to the awe of her peers. But while most girls assumed she would take her skills to apply in world championships, those who knew her best saw the real usage of them. Katie would no doubt take what she learned and apply them to survivability in traveling the Rifts.

Her parents continued to encourage her to pursue her own actions out of high school rather then feel obligated by anything else. With this support in hand and her own confidence driving her forward, Katie seeks out thrills and a carefree life filled with exploring the Rifts. Granted, she’s only really been traversing them for a short time out of high school-more if one counts the amount of times she’s snuck out in her youth-but a learning curve is better than none at all.

✣ Other: As a fresh and beady-eyed high school graduate, Katie chose to skip a year of college for the sake of traveling Rifts. Although she’s open to new encounters, most of her knowledge is, for better or worse, grounded in high school logic to a certain degree. In any case, she carries on her person a small locket containing a picture of her mother when she was her age.

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🗡 Name: Shuro Murota
🗡 Gender: Female
🗡 Age: 17

🗡 Hunter Power: The Murota family has always had a knack for playing with fire, in all the implications that comes with it. Shuro is no different. Known as Homura, or 炎, Shuro can manifest black magical flames hot enough to burn clean through the flesh of most Youkai. Whether it’s actual fire or perhaps a well of darkness taking on the shape of it is a Murota mystery, though nothing changes the fact it burns and hurts like hell. Although she’s not limited to her Heirloom in conjuring the dark flames, she prefers to use them in conjunction to her family weapon. That said, she’s not above lobbing a glob of fire at the face of people who annoy her, especially other Hunters. After all, they can take the heat.

🗡 Techniques: As per natural of a Hunter, Shuro holds a display of fancy tricks and techniques involving her Hunter Power and Heirloom. At the moment, she only knows three cool enough to use in public.



🗡 Heirloom: The name of the Murota Heirloom is Alastor. Taking the shape of a jet-black blade, the weapon was passed down from generations of Hunters within the Murota family, finally finding its craft be worked by the newest and youngest of them. Unfortunately, Shuro treats the blade more like a prop to bully Youkai with rather than the respect the sword deserves, though perhaps she’s bonding with the blade in her own way…? Regardless, Alastor possesses the unique ability of absorbing heat in all manners of form, growing hot enough to the point only a Murota by blood can wield it without serious injury.

🗡 Limiter: Outside of combat and her Hunter duties, Shuro’s Alastor takes the form of a small keychain. The sword shrinks down as a chain envelops around its handle. It’s usually found in Shuro’s pocket or spinning around her fingers. The blade itself isn’t sheathed however, making it a very convenient box cutter. Some would say that’s not the proper way to treat Alastor, but such is life.

🗡 Background: For the longest time, and for as long as Shuro bothers to remember, the Murota family has always dabbled in the practice of supernatural and mystique. Youkai hunting was only natural to their blood and the black blade Alastor has proven to be the family’s go-to tool in their extermination. It was only natural then that Shuro developed powers of her own and was the next in line to take Alastor’s blade for herself in becoming a Hunter in the modern day. There were immediate problems regarding her inheritance, however.

They were more so behavioral, and could be tuned out in time of course, but the fact remains. It wasn’t long before Shuro found boredom in her tasks of being a Hunter, brushing over the strict family guidelines of their Heirloom for nature of using Alastor in her own way. It’s not impossible to say the girl holds some form of resentment towards her family, especially to the elders and their strict methods of practice.

Perhaps that’s why she found refuge and some community within the Hunter’s Club. Being the stubborn and aloof family, they are, the Murota family has naturally declined assistance and interaction with other Hunters unless absolutely necessary. So then, to hear Shuro was the first to openly mingle with others of their craft was near-blasphemous to say the least. Yet even the Murota family can acknowledge the times of change and the ideal proposition of putting themselves out there.

It’s because of Shuro’s natural affinity and skill of their family Heirloom, despite her unorthodox methods, that have allowed her to slowly drag her family out the shadows and into a more public space. At least among other Hunters. Though truly, she could care less for all the politics of the Murota name, especially their stuck-up ways. So long as she’s finding some enjoyment out it, she’ll continue to bet for the Hunter’s Club and let such communion guide her path in life.

🗡 Skills: As one can imagine, Shuro is quite the adept cook…if one likes their food burnt and permanently charcoal. If nothing else, she makes for a useful heater and never fails to warm people up; not counting the times she accidentally burned them. Without her powers, she’s a decent baseball player, taking great interest in the sport. More than one time, she’s used Alastor as a baseball bat.

✣ Name: Mana Kuroi
✣ Age: 16, 2nd Year

✣ History: Mana’s life was never labeled as “normal”, especially in her earlier years. As the daughter of a powerful Yakuza who oversaw many of the local comings and goings, it was only natural that those who found out the truth to her heritage would regard her with scorn. By choice or chance, Mana’s early life involved making several enemies, though not of her own making. The sins of her family lineage weighed heavily in her blood and one day those sins would be hers to pay.

Even so, Mana generally ignored the shady dealings of her family and committed to living a regular school life. Those that stuck close even through hardship were true family as far as she was concerned and worthy of her presence despite the risks it gave. Of course, she couldn’t ignore the Yakuza forever; indeed, it was only a matter of time before the darkness within her clan began to grow rampant and spread like wildfire.

Only Mana knows exactly how she came to obtain her Ta'ge Symbiont. Some have come to guess it was by experimental summoning on the Yakuza’s part, to bring about more power and control through means of other worldly forces. After all, the perfect vessel would be the up and coming Yakuza Princess; but in the end, these are just rumors. Who really knows what occurred in these certain events? The only one willing to share is Mana herself and only to those she deems worthy.

✣ Personality: Mana is a girl of few words. That much has been bred into her just in proximity to her family, though she’s not to the point of becoming a social recluse. She prefers to rely on actions more so than words and values the intent behind them. After all, words can hold little to no meaning, but there is no questioning the extent of one’s actions; or so Mana believes. She speaks only when needed to and only when addressed, but in Mana’s experience, getting things done is more favorable than any sort of empty talk. This dogma persists even under the influence of her Ta'ge Symbiont, though in more drastic measures. When transformed, she has a certain tendency to shoot first and ask questions later.

✣ Ta'ge Symbiont: As per all Tagers, Mana has access to powers unbefit of mortal beings. Her particular Symbiont takes the form of a monstrous gunslinger clad in crystal. Whether this form has any bearing on the being attached to Mana or something more personal has yet to be seen.



✣ Ta'ge Persona: While ordinarily quiet and almost reserved, Mana’s personality becomes slightly skewered when transformed. Communication is almost nearly impossible to make with her as she prefers to let her guns do most of the talking than anything else. Some could say she even enjoys the act of murder and gunning down her enemies, though it’s difficult to tell when she’s so close-lipped. Even so, closed-eyed observers can note the subtle body language she gives off to display her enjoyment of bloody and wretched situations, especially in combat.

✣ Hybrid Form: When sliding into her Hybrid Form, Mana’s eyes become slit like a cat’s pupils. When using her powers in this way, she gains her control over space. She’s freaked out her fair share of hapless victims by suddenly tapping them on the shoulder via an arm sprouted from a portal behind them.

✣ Name: Rhine Kurowai
✣ Callsign: Schrade
✣ Age: 17
✣ Faction: Purple Ravens
✣ Model: Bishop
✣ Style: Gun
✣ Armaments: High-Caliber Pistols and Energy Wrist Daggers.

✣ Overdrive Ability: As per all Bishops, the Desperado pools all residual energy together to reset all drive cooldowns. Such power is deadly in the correct hands and battle strategem.



✣ Background: For as long as Rhine could remember, there has always been an instinctual desire for battle that laid dormant in her chest. Like an iceberg freely floating helplessly in a dark ocean, the desire to be the best at all she could do drew her to certain activities and niches. Unfortunately, despite these ambitions, she could never find her talent. Studies bored her, extracurricular activities felt like a chore, and even sports were a flatline when she failed to ever win anything. It was only during Gearframe battle that she found something she not only enjoyed but was good at.

Time passed and soon enough she abandoned trying at all other aspects of life that weren’t Gearframe battle. Her grades were kept to just barely passable to keep from completely flunking out but social cues and others were nothing more but a distraction to her. Soon enough, she’d come to complete her skills in Gearframe battle, almost to the point of an artform. By choice or chance, she ended up in GSR, a school practically devoted to Gearframes and the virtual world.

Her goal was clear enough; obviously the Purple Ravens hailed to be the strongest of the strong and so that was where her future lied. Indeed, even now she continues to play for their team, nothing short of absolute victory all that she can see in sight. Even among the already high-brow Faction, she’s become somewhat of a talking point if only for her behavior. Much like their leader, she’s found enjoyment in playing solo and keeping distant from others.

✣ Name: Reina Kurowai
✣ Age: 26
✣ Type: Reina's AEGIS specializes itself in vitality.

✣ Personality: Devil may care is the image Reina likes to paint herself as. Manic, brash, and cracking inappropriate jokes, Reina’s demeanor is akin to a walking time bomb on the battlefield and in the heat of missions. She’s a natural Diver, plain and simple; greedy and selfish in desires. Thankfully for her sake, and for the sake of other Divers, her craving for adrenaline and battle are usually sated and expressed through the killing of Outsiders. Were it not so, she’d no doubt have been kicked out of any Diver Services for her reckless behavior. By means of honor or survival, Reina has enough sense to follow the Diver’s code.

That said, she still enjoys freaking out whoever is unlucky enough to get paired with her as a Diver. While Reina’s dark humor can be chalked up to only that, practical joking, her insistent bloodlust when her hands hold a gun no doubt make others around her wonder whether she’s serious or messing around. Again. And that’s just the way Reina likes it. To her, it’s better for everyone to keep their guards up at any time, preparing for the unexpected or the inevitable.

Towards her fellow Divers, at least outside of missions, she’s relaxed and carefree, bordering on the line of complete laziness. Indeed, it seems the only thing in this world or the next that truly motivates and excites Reina is the promise of violence, whoever it may fall upon. Some say she does fancy an interest here and there when it comes to certain people but most of the time, all the time, if it doesn’t involve shooting something, it earns half her interest. Maybe less.

✣ Background: Truthfully, Reina doesn’t care much about her background. Nobody cares and nobody cares to care, least of all Reina herself. To those few brave enough to poke around and inquire, she’ll only give them a big grin then spin some wives’ tail of how her life came to be. One day she’s the sole survivor of a mob hit, seeking refuge in the life of a Diver. Another day she’ll be an ex-child soldier who never shook off her taste for battle with no tolerance for normal society. The range of absurdity to her stories always escalate and she’ll only ever stop when the other party has enough of her bloated words.

Indeed, Reina couldn’t much care about her life before becoming a Diver because nobody else does. All that can be said objectively is that she was “cast aside” and “abandoned” to a life of bloodshed; her exact words. At some point in her early life, Reina was perhaps truly ostracized by family be it by morals, a falling out, or a commentary on Reina’s own unhinged attitude towards life. Regardless of the reason, the life of a Diver appealed to her more than anything else and soon it wasn’t long before she was given her AEGIS.

As one of the few Divers who sought employment and enjoyment in the lifestyle, Reina never shied away from a job. Each operation was a source of income and a reason for living. Each battle was just another experience to write off as her personal brand of fun. Regardless of what her true origins are and what story is fact, and which is fiction, it’s become obvious to her fellow Divers that Reina Kurowai is very devoted to her work. So long as she has fun.

✣ Cross Gear: Reina’s Cross Gear is crude and simple. From an outward appearance, it looks like a standard military assault rifle, easy enough to customize and upgrade. In her line of business and experience, her Cross Gear has evolved and modified to the point of having a special ability as well. When needed, Reina’s bullets can be imbued with a paralysis effect, stopping the motion of whoever they hit for a short amount of time; the longest recorded was five minutes. So potent is the paralysis that it can freeze most large Outsiders depending on the type. However, the bigger the target is, the harder it becomes to paralyze them. Likewise, this marks these stubborn types as worthy prey in Reina’s eyes.

✣ Equipment: Aside from her Cross Gear and EC-K, Reina also possesses the usual Diver UNIT. Over time she’s spent the payload needed to customize her model. In some sense of depraved hilarity, she’s since fashioned her UNIT in the shape of a small cat, one that acts out all the functions of a UNIT. In such a form, it serves well in disguising itself from unwanted attention as well as providing an extra degree of mobility and speed in traversing alongside its Diver.

In addition to this, Reina often carries around a spare handgun, a few grenades, lots of ammo, and of course her signature arm augmentation. Acting as an extra hand in combat both for her Cross Gear and other needs, Reina conceals her third robotic arm folded behind her back. Keeping maintenance of it has occasionally taken a toll on her budget and paycheck, but with her insistence of dangerous missions as well as her enjoyment of being a Diver, there’s no shortage of possible income.

Finally, the AEGIS inside her specializes in vitality. Overtime, it’s developed to provide stimulation, adrenaline, and other such healthy serums directly into Reina’s bloodstream. These have the varying effects of keeping her stamina from dipping, painkillers, adrenaline spikes, and even briefly healing her wounds, albeit usually internally not externally. If nothing else, it can be described as stem pack inside her body. The intent is clear; her AEGIS reflects her desire for blood, eager to make its user hunt and feast until her body deems she longer can.

✣ Skills: Perhaps to no one’s surprise, Reina is rather fond-and quite good at it too-of knife tricks and other knife play. Some say that, in her most private moments, she can be found practicing knife balancing on her fingertips with her EC-K. From cutting food in slim pieces, to hitting objects from across the room, it seems there’s really nothing that’s considered “fancy” Reina can’t do with a knife. She’s also quite the expert on “stabberscotch”.

✣ Name: Junko Kurowai
✣ Hero/Vigilante Name: Jigoku
✣ Gender: Female
✣ Age: 16
✣ Height/Weight: 5'80" (177 cm) / 110 lbs (50 kg)

✣ Personality: There’s some irony to be said about Junko, especially regarding her Quirk. Indeed, for someone whose power relies on fear, she herself isn’t much vocal in those matters. Or any. Quiet, reserved, and generally only speaking when spoken to or when necessary, Junko finds comfort in keeping to a small circle of friends and acquaintances. Prolonged social behavior tires her out-probably the excuse for the constant bags under her eyes-and she’d rather let actions speak for her words anyway. That, and she’d rather not speak much at all.

If nothing else though, such near-timid behavior does wonders to her Quirk after all. Often she’s been perceived as, “that quiet girl who kind of reminds you of a horror flick ghost”. Given her looks and soft-spoken nature it’s not hard to make such assumptions and these antsy reactions only serve to help bolster her Quirk. Junko isn’t completely inept either; if she notes something will creep out the people around her, she’ll do it, if not for her Quirk, then for a reputation. Perhaps under that shy exterior is a girl who likes mischief more than she’d like to admit….

✣ Background: Really, is it any wonder Junko didn’t end up in UA? Or any big-name hero school? Is it really? With a Quirk like hers, Junko was practically destined to be glanced off and put aside for not being “heroic” enough. A fear-based Quirk, especially one that worked in her manner, would have had no place in proper hero society as it stood. Thus, she was recommended to try out for one of the more local schools that were laxed and lenient on the matter. To hear that Madame Obsidian herself, a turncoat villain, was teaching as well proved to also be some inspiration.

Though really, Junko’s started from a long time coming. Even in her youth she’s found more fun in scaring people than actually committing to hero work. If nothing else, she was more than happy to skip over the big wig schools that would no doubt judge her and her Quirk for something smaller and more homely. Even her costume is nothing short of handmade, a mismatch collection of items that, when put together, Junko believes is quite scary under the right lightning. Even so, she’s still scrounging up money to buy an actual chainsaw, not the plastic one she has now. She’ll just chalk it off as a “support item”.

Whether she’s on her way to being a hero in disguise, a vigilante in the making, or a new villain is anyone’s guess.

✣ Quirk: Junko’s Quirk is named Fear Monger. A Transformation type Quirk, Fear Monger converts the fear pheromones from the people around Junko into physical power for herself. In apt terms, the scarier she’s perceived, the greater her physical capabilities are increased. Strength, speed, and durability; Fear Monger creates a spike in all these capabilities by feeding pure adrenaline into Junko’s brain and body via fear pheromones in the air. However, the longest lasting time for this effect seems to be four minutes before Junko’s body needs time to rest.

✣ Other: Perhaps to no one’s surprise, Junko likes horror flicks. Granted, she’ll still shriek and scream-about the most noise you’ll get out of her-at the average poorly framed jump scare, but that doesn’t do much to deter from her enjoyment of them. She has a bad hobby of looking up new ways to scare people as well as researching all the different effects of fear on the human brain. She has an even worse habit of encouraging pranks on people and isn’t below participating in them herself for some fun. Her birthday is also on Halloween, as if the cosmos themselves deemed her existence ironic.

"By ashes to ashes, return to the dust!"

✣ Name: Mavis Meadowbane
✣ Race: Human
✣ Gender: Female
✣ Age: 28

✣ Personality: Because of her upbringing and discipline, Mavis often holds herself and those around her in high reserves of discipline. For the most part, she is “no nonsense and strict”, or so others have oft described her. In truth, she simply likes getting the job done quickly and efficiently with no excuse or waver from a job or contract. Because of this, she’s often noted as a stalwart force both on the battlefield and off it; or for the more ill-natured, a stick up the ass.

Still, there is some leeway behind the stoic wall she holds on herself. If one is patient enough, they may catch her smiling when a soft breeze passes her cheek or when a cute animal crosses her path; or when someone suggests the prospect of monster hunting. Either or, rare as it is, seem to allow something of a softer nature be revealed from the mercenary girl with the spear.

✣ Background: For as far back as since she was a little girl, Mavis had always been fascinated in monsters. From their nature to their standing, the vast bestiary of creatures that walked the earth held ill intent and fascination from the young girl. And with this curiosity came the desire to hunt them, be it out of some sense of justice to those they’ve plagued and wronged or perhaps for the thrill of adventure. Regardless of her reasons, it was this single drive that decided much of Mavis’ early career before flourishing into the life she holds now.

Born in the Amber Groves, she was discouraged from an early age at her lack of magical talent due to her thin Mana Veins. Naturally, she was drawn more so to the way of the warrior and thus, soon found most of her training under the kingdom of Kogani. It was there where she learned the art of weaponry with the brutality and gritted combat skills needed to survive the harsh regiments of the warrior kingdom. At some point in her life, she left Kogani, having acquired all the tools of trade and survival skills needed to pursue her true passion: Monster hunting.

Now she serves as a mercenary for hire to anyone who can afford her coin, though she’s been known to waver the prices for any quest involving a malevolent monster. With the news of Gabaras’ fall reaching the ears of the land and rumor of unnatural forces being responsible, it served as the perfect chance for Mavis to embark on a true adventure to test the measure of her life.

✣ Magic: By choice or chance, Mavis never had much of an affinity for the arcane arts due to her extremey thin Mana Veins. Because of this, she has not learned any noteworthy spells nor does she find any desire or effort to do so. Were she to take the time to practice and perhaps hone her magical ability, she’d more than likely manifest it through her arms via runes or magical circles. At the current point in time however, she prefers relying more on her own physique and the assurance of steel more than anything else.

✣ Equipment: As per any mercenary or sellsword for hire, Mavis primarily carries tools of the trade common in her field of work. Most notable among her essentials are the arrow-headed spear and short sword on her figure. While both are ideal for combat, Mavis’ style in fighting sees her in usage of her spear more than her sword; though that’s not to say she can’t use either in deadly proficiency. She often wears a metal gauntlet upon her dominant right hand to better assist herself in using the great spear.

¤ Name: Ikue Marada
¤ Favorite School Subject: Japanese Literature
¤ Favorite Food: Green Tea Ice Cream

¤ Reason for Fighting: Strictly speaking, Ikue is no fighter. She prefers to save that for her fellow gang members and ruffians of sinful cloth. That said, she's not above a few stab wounds either. So why does she fight? Because it's human nature. The doctrine of the strong consuming the weak, or the weak eating apart the strong is nothing short of the human spirit at its finest. Be it at the unknown levels of the corporate world or the common man in the streets, it all adds up the same to her. People fight because they must to survive, regardless of rank or title. Having fun with it is just a bonus to the salary.

¤ Background & Personality: The epitome of human nature is chaos. At the first sign of weakness or benefit to the individual, a person will backstab, gut about, lie, and betray their fellow man to get atop in life. Make no mistake; human beings will eat each other alive in some dignified but disillusioned sense of survival. It is this component that stirs them on, especially for those in great power and wealth. Ikue Marada just so happens to have both, having learned life's funny lessons through observation and personal experience. It's no secret the Marada family has quite the bit of money to their name and with it came a constant target on her back, especially for a wretched little school like Sarayashiki Junior High.

But even despite her family insistence in putting her in an actual establishment of education, Ikue persisted in devoting her time to the less than accommodating school. That was because she loved the people there. Yes, seeing life's little struggles, how the poorer, less fortunate could tear each other apart without a second thought in exchange for authority; all of it was too similar to the business world and luxury of the rich. It was fascinating to say the least and such a violent world drew her presence over to foster such a bloody environment. Of course, she was no stranger to the danger herself, but a glint of sharp steel and an instinct almost too inhumane stopped most from testing their luck.

Very shortly did she dispel the rumors and image of the "rich brat" that carried over her back. No, she was something worse. A benefactor, an employer, someone who threw money at the mongrels around her for the sake of entertainment and exploitation, only to slide away when the chaos ensued. A devil, a cheat, a liar, and a whore; money could buy any sort of thing if the heart desired it. Perhaps that was why she threw her bets and investments into the Sarayashiki Gang. Something about them caught her interest, some untapped potential.

That much proved true with their leader, someone that, for whatever reason, drew her eye above the other delinquents and street raff. Naturally her presence became a considerable backbone for the Sarayashiki Gang as Ikue is no stranger to burning green for their sake, if only to provide them with an edge over other gangs. As a result, she spends most of her time being the gang's idle benefactor in more ways than one, all too eager to sacrifice anyone and anything in Minato Ishida's personal growth and development. Whatever that means, for who knows what goes on in the minds of people who have way too much time and expense to spare. Rumor has it she's taken a personal and sudden interest in the occult, much to the benefit or disdain of those around her.

Just don't ask how the Marada family makes their coin.

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SKILLS:
• Unspoken Scripture: First and foremost, above all else, Rean is a scholar. Although she dabbles in the arcane and has even picked up the blade to better defend herself, her true passions and skills lie in the texts. Years of experience have made her adept in transcribing, translating, and overall making clear what is unknown from common knowledge. She has a unique specialty for language, though how much of this is of her own making and not boons from the gods remains to be seen.

• Arcane Nature: Despite her inherent nature for the finer things in life, Rean's life has taken her down the arcane path. All of this can be traced back to her initial interest in the Devulga and through it she's able to channel a number of fascinating spells to her quarry. Although she is no fighter, she's adept in magic enough to get by and keep herself alive when her scholarly antics lead her to less than savory explorations. Because all of her spells are channeled through the Devulga, they manifest as a deep crimson coloration befitting of the scholar's preferred fashion choice. It's very coincidental.

• Culinary Arts: The pitfalls of any scientist, tutor, or really individual of the learning craft are universal. It is not uncommon for those devoted to their work to neglect their own mental state and health for the pursuit of their studies. Thankfully, Rean has enough foresight to at least keep herself fed. As such she's become quite the remarkable chef by upbringing and her own curiosities in what meals were efficient. Despite the near-callous nature of her meal preparation, she's actually had little complaint when her dishes are tried by others. Had she any more foresight she might consider a secondary career in the culinary arts.

GEAR:
• Devulga: A magical tome bound in “wine-soaked leather”, the Devulga is a family keepsake for the Westfalls. Rean herself doesn’t quite understand its origins or its secrets, but it remains both a journal of recording for her studies and as a magical conduit for her spells. The tome itself sometimes acts as if it holds a mind of its own, though Rean holds theories for this explanation. The most prominent speculation is the tome acts as a possible link for Reemis to contact her through the physical world. Whatever the case, the Devulga is Rean’s most faithful companion with a variety of spells of which include summoning crimson bursts of fire and energy, conjuring red winds, creating blood-soaked spectral “limbs”, and finally a darker breed of magic whose contents are whispered only in hushed tones.

• Steel Sword: Very aware of the dangers of a changing world, it wasn't unreasonable for Rean to pick up the art of combat. Thus, she carries with her a prim steel sword for those rare occasions when words have no effect and magic cannot simply erode away the obstacle in front of her.

• Crimson Coat: A red coat gifted by her family. Rean is seldom seen without it as it is her usual choice of travel attire over her outfit. The coat is properly taken care of whenever Rean gets the chance with little crease or wear to show for it. It's a rather reliable and robust piece of companionship, able to power its owner through the most incremental of weather.

FLAWS:
• Curiosity Kills: Strictly speaking, Rean is no fighter. When faced with anything requiring physical needs she'll often deviate the work to others much more capable. Indeed, she only learned basic swordsmanship as a necessary survival tool. Although she specializes in magic more than other forms of combat, all of her spells are mitigated and channeled through the Devulga. Should a dangerous situation present itself to her, you'll find Rean the first to flee or at the very least, let someone else handle the problem.

• Misplaced Devotion: Sadly, even Rean may fall to the seduction of her own work. Like any alchemist on the break of a new miracle or a magician grafting a new spell, Rean is also prone to losing herself devotedly in her studies. More prominently, if she has her mind on a goal or something to achieve, she will toss away whatever else she's doing in the pursuit of that new boon. The results often lead to messy outbreaks in her wake as well as quite a few people more than annoyed with her, from their perspective, unapologetic ways. Being a successful people person is often a fifty-fifty shot with her.

• Double Nature: Rean is, for the most part, a law abiding citizen. While she can be ignorant of other's feelings or even headstrong into her own goals, she's often more eccentric than outright malicious. However, there are times where her curiosity and interest in whatever she's studying briefly override her morals. It's so much more interesting, so much more efficient to take certain paths that may be frowned upon by others. But what is the sake of the individual to the greater good? Sometimes, sometimes Rean may cross a line to gain her answers. How much of this is of her own choosing or of a result by Reemis remains to be seen like many things about her.

BIOGRAPHY:
• For as long as anyone could remember, the Westfalls have always been a respectable family who pooled their life’s works and resources into the many libraries they hold monopoly over. Thriving within the Nuniel Empire, the Westfalls were acknowledged in no short part due to their wealth of information. The majority of libraries that dotted the empire, of course, listed their name as owner and benefactor. Despite being looked down upon by the military culture of Nuniel elites and higher-ranked families, the Westfalls remained a popular household name for the poor and others deemed as such.

Thus, Rean-if she could even be called that-was surrounded by family books and scriptures for as far back as she could remember along with the numerous other texts the Westfalls coveted and collected. She didn’t know when it happened, when the Envoy of Reemis, God of Vengeance, melded into her flesh and became one with her being. And yet, it must have been extremely early in her life, of this much she reasons. There was always something off about her, even among the rest of her family. Whereas the Westfalls were a mostly private bunch, sticking to their texts and dusty libraries, Rean always sought more, to explore more, to seek out more.

It wasn’t very long before such ambitions grew out of hand and she felt compelled to leave the empire’s territory for her own purpose. Of course, such purpose was by the hand of Reemis, of the Envoy that puppeted her flesh. The desire to find this prophecy, to contain it, to learn more about it fueled her harder than any other passion in her life. Driven by her own curiosities and compelled by this prophecy, Rean eventually found herself in Latis.

Oh, she was curious indeed to meet her fellow Envoys, to discover what the gods truly had in store for her. Curious indeed…or perhaps it was some desire of selfishness and respite just as the god who claimed a piece of her denoted. Whatever the case, she was sure it’d no doubt at least be amusing. Still, she wonders, why would the God of Vengeance ever find any interest in her…

???: Secrets of a time yet to come.

BIOGRAPHY:
There’s no grander purpose or greater story for someone like Jane, despite the deep aspirations weighted on her back. Her origins are as humble as they are simple, though that hardly counts as a deterrent for her. Born and raised in one of those, “midwestern states nobody really remembers,” in her own words, Jane was always drawn to do something more with her meager existence. Why not live a life of thrill with a little danger? Why not feel the rush of adrenaline that came day by day instead of sitting in whatever boring place she was expected to be in?

It wasn’t long before Jane set off to pioneer to a place shrouded in rumor and dark mystery. California was already exotic enough to someone like her but to hear there could be potential adventure in the hushed whispers of the streets? It was all but destiny to find herself in New Haven and joining Montag Detectives Ltd without question. Was it naïve? Probably. Is she more than a little green behind the ears and rimmed with unrealistic idealism? More than a bit.

All the same, perhaps there was some greater force truly at work in her presence. After all, if this really was the city in which gods and demons walked freely, then it was no surprise something of the like guided her fate in one way or another. By choice or chance the coastal area of California called to her and it was through the tides of waves that Jane found herself a patron of one such god walking among New Haven. As it turned out, magic and the divine were very much real and soon, much like others, she too was a patron of the gods.

Though, she's still getting used to even pronouncing her patron's name, let along wondering why the great deity of sharks chose her of all people. Ever the eager one for adventure, she sees it as an incredible chance for future excitement. And it wasn't like sharks were evil right? Purely misunderstood creatures. Of course, it wasn’t like Jane would be all too aware of such dictations beyond her grasp or what Kāmohoaliʻi truly has in mind for her path.