[CHAR] Akame ga Kill: A New Dawn [Always Open]

[Blackened World]

Gwyneth Idris

Name:Gwyneth Idris
Nickname/Alias:Crimson Princess of Hell, Gwynny, Hot-Head
Age:That's confidential 22
Gender:Female
Allegiance:Night Raid
Personality:If there were words to describe Gwyneth, it would be "cold but hot". She has a calm and patient demeanor, and it's incredibly hard to make her angry, but if someone achieves the great feat of doing it, fire will rain from the sky. She also has some sorts of knighthood code, and is willing to be respectful to a certain degree with even the lowest scum of hearth, but that's how she was raised and won't have a second thought if it comes to slaughtering someone because it deserved it. Gwyneth is also very laid-back and isn't willing to show her feelings to others, but she respect and loves her friends like brothers and sisters.
Sometimes it's very hard for her to kill someone who didn't necessarily do something bad, but it's working with the enemy, and the assassin part of her is overwhelmed by the knightly one. Gwyneth has a good heart and tries to lead the correct people in the right way when she has the opportunity, but will still make sure that the missions go well if she isn't successful.

Likes:Cool weapons, cats, fighting strong opponents
Dislikes:Spiders, evil people, cold
Fears:Being left alone, losing someone
Bio:The earliest memories of Gwyneth come in the form of her training with her fater, as her mother died when giving birth to her. Since she was a little girl she always was thaught in the art of fighting, but always to protect others and not to seek battles willingly. Her father was a general of the empire, and a very respected man amongst the soldiers and the people, as he fought against the western kingdom in the front lines. Gwyneth always looked up to him, seeing him as a source of inspiration and honor. They lived a peaceful life, or that was until the man was framed with a long-long list of crimes that he obviously didn't commit. Gwyneth was 16 at that time, and she was sure that her father wouldn't be punished by such ridicule accusation, but unfortunately that wasn't the case. The girl witnessed how they hung up the man who raised her, along with other generals that were framed of the same things. She was the only one crying. Others just laughed, or painted evil smirks on their faces. Gwyneth couldn't believe it, her father was a symbol of hope for the people out there, and his life was snuffed out in a few minutes like nothing. She couldn't have any moment to cope, as her house was assaulted days later by men dressed in the imperial uniforms. The girl was confused and scared, as they were the same men of her father. They were sold, they were corrupted by the new empire, going so far as to kill her father and go like nothing happened.

Not wasting any time to let them do anything, she escaped and ran as fast as her legs could carry her, outside of the palace and into the slums. She had lost them way back, but Gwyneth kept running, ending up outside of the capital. Lost and weakened, the blonde limply walked through a nearby forest in the middle of the night. Her vision was obscured, and her body almost unresponsive. But in a sudden moment, darkness transformed into an incandescent orange light before her. She saw a small altar before her, bathed in the light of the moon. In the center of said altar was embedded a black sword. The longer she looked at it, the more empowered she felt. It was like the weapons was drawing her at it. She slowly walked into the center of the altar, and almost unconsciously, she placed her hands on the rather big hilt. The ancient weapon started to exude a orange glow, very akin to flames, which wrapped the youngster's body. Soon enough, the sword whispered its name to the girl, in a voice so reassuring yet strong that she couldn't help but shiver:

"Laevateinn"

And then, the sword was already in her hands, flames as hot as the sun dancing across its edge. She understood that this was a new chance, a chance to take revenge and bring upmost justice upon the demons that plague the capital and prey on the innocents. The same demons that ruined her life, and claimed the one of her progenitor. She swore in that altar, under the name of her father, that she would turn the empire to ashes, and scorch in deadly flames the parasitical evil that embedded itself onto the capital and its citizens. Without any further delay, she walked steadily with direction to the south. Rumors said that the Revolutionary Army was there, after all...

Over the years, the empire came to know her as the "Crimson Princess of Hell" due to her powers, and wanted posters were rapidly spread over thanks to her continuous attacks against the Capital.
Imperial Arms: Crimson Apocalypse: Laevateinn

Laevateinn

Imperial Arms Description:It was made of the bones, lungs and heart of an Ultra-class black dragon that lived in the eastern part of the empire. The bones were used as the base of the sword, making it extremely durable, while the lungs and heart were used as the core of the Imperial Arms, granting the weapon the power to "breathe" fire, and giving it its characteristical obsidian color. Its abilities are:

• Pyrokinesis:The main abiliy of Leavateinn. It grants the user the power to command the flames of the sword at will. The flames are like any other, and can be extinguished with conventional means like water, but what it lacks in effects it makes up for a variety of uses. Unknown to any other person, the user is capable of creating flames of any part of its body and make it take any form, as it is merged with Laevateinn to a certain extent. The user can also increase the heat of the air willingly without using the flames, for various purposes.
• Metabolism:Though not necessarily an ability, the metabolism of the user is affected too. Due to the incredible amount of heat the sword produces, calories are burned more rapidly than a normal human, resulting in extreme fatigue, dehydration, and probably death if the user goes past certain point. This can be countered by eating a lot of food, or having an excessive amount of muscles.
• Dragonification:As any other user of Imperial Arms, the user of Laevateinn is also at risk of totally merging with the weapon, if pushed past limits. The user will develop certain features a dragon could have, like horns and scales, and if it isn't controlled before it's too late, the owner will become the Danger Beast too. There is not known way of reverting this.

Imperial Arms Trump Card:

• Hellish Garb of the Dragon God:By enveloping her body with a great amount of compressed heat, Gwyneth can create an armor invisible to the eye that pushes her body to the limits, granting her incredible strength and a monstruous defense, effectively turning her into a walking fortress. She can only use this for 5 minutes, as the heat would end up damaging her greatly. Also, her movements are heavily slowed for the great pressure, and if used more than 7 minutes continuosly, her bones would end up breaking and her lifespan shortened. Can be used once in 3 days.
• Bahamut Howl:If Gwyneth deliverately lets the core of Laevateinn go haywire, she can create an inmense dome of fire around her, covering at least 50 mt. It only maintains itself for 10 seconds, before dissapearing. This ability is better off used individualy, as it would damage any party involved, be it a friend or enemy. Laevateinn has to recharge for half an hour before using its flames again, and in that time, it only becomes a normal sword.

(If Gwyneth uses any of these abilities, the other one can't be used in the same tame it takes to recharge the one she used)

[Shadow Daedalus]

Icarus d'Arc

Nickname/Alias: 'The Dragon of Night Raid'

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Allegiance: Night Raid

Wanted Poster: Dragon-form only

Personality: Although actually very caring and somewhat prone to emotional spikes, Icarus exercises great control over his emotions. He comes across as calm, analytical and intelligent with a kind and caring side to him sometimes coming through, mainly around his family in Night Raid or those that need comfort in times of difficulty. This, however, is offset by how quickly he can transition to a cold, apathetic state when angered. He becomes merciless and efficient in battle, and won't hesitate to eliminate an enemy in the most effective way possible irrespective of personal honour or sacrifices. He does have boundaries though, and will never willingly harm an innocent person even if they defend an assassination target or call the guards against him.

He can, when under great stress or emotional assault, enter a more feral state due to the influence of his Imperial Arms, in which he throws away all morality and can perform acts he would normally detest, including taking hostages to manipulate a target or putting innocents in danger to facilitate his own escape. If not calmed by a close ally, he will keep going until he burns himself out, and will feel great guilt when his rational mind has returned to him.

Likes: Sparring, Chess, Coffee

Dislikes: Extortion, Alcohol, Drugs

Fears: Frequently plagued with nightmares as he battles with the Tyrant's lingering instincts, and deeply fears losing control of his draconic abilities.

Brief Bio: Icarus never knew his biological father, but he raised by his step-father, a kind-hearted merchant named Alexander Trystan, and his mother Lilianna d'Arc, Heiress to the d'Arc Family, a minor noble lineage. Along with his two-year younger sister, Jeanne, the family lived a quiet but happy life in a town near the eastern border of the Empire. He spent a lot of time with a local girl named Lexa Strauss and they became close friends, falling in love not long after. However, Icarus only a teen when a dark secret was finally brought to light.

Aged just 15, he learned the truth about his father: The man that gave him half his blood was a soldier at the time, who had gotten drunk and preyed upon whatever woman he could find. He had cornered and raped his mother, resulting in her pregnancy with Icarus. The shame and guilt he saw in his mother as she told him formed a hatred in him and after 4 years of training under a retired veteran from a nearby village, he left his hometown to hunt down his real father. Before he left, however, he proposed to Lexa and they agreed to be married once he returned.

He returned 6 months later, only to find his town under attack. Half the homes were on fire, and the corpses of people he had grown up with littered the streets as Imperial soldiers slaughtered and pillaged as they pleased. He rushed home, only to be greeted by his parents lying dead in the snow as his home burned in front of him. He heard his sister scream and fought his way to her. What he found lit an untold rage: soldiers were taking it in turns to rape both Lexa and Jeanne as they screamed and cried for help. Icarus saw red and immediately attacked them, killing as many as he could with whatever he could find.

Despite this, there was little he could do as they cut him down and let him for dead, alongside the broken and lifeless bodies of the two girls he failed to protect. As he lay bleeding, he became aware of a faint 'calling' and he dragged himself towards it, even though he had no idea why. Following his compulsion, he found an old family heirloom: a dark wooden box branded with a strange symbol, with no visible locks or openings. During the fight, however, the box had been smashed open, revealing what was inside: a dark-colored heart with blackened veins. Despite being sealed in a box for untold years, it looked as fresh as a heart cut straight from a fresh kill. He was struck an overwhelming urge to consume it, and when he did his body was seized in unbearable pain as he transformed for the first time.

After getting used the power, he began to terrorise the Empire as revenge, slaughtering garrisons and murdering corrupt officials for just over 2 years before laying low for a few years as he struggled against the Tyrant's instincts. He join up with Night Raid just under 2 years ago, but has managed to avoid getting a Wanted Poster by making sure no-one that saw his face survived long enough to tell any-one.

Imperial Arms Name: Tyrant's Heart: Fafnir

Imperial Arms Description:

Tattoo

This Tattoo, located directly over his heart, symbolises the presence of his Imperial Arms and its draconic nature. It is coloured onyx black, but emitted a blood-red light during transformations.

Transformed state

Draconic Physiology - Amplifies his physical traits like strength, speed and agility, as well as forming draconic armour around his arms, legs and torso (including wings) but leaves the abdomen vulnerable
Predatory Senses - Self-explanatory, grants much sharper senses.
Evolutionary Abilities - With extended exposure, he can adapt his body to better resist hostile conditions (including enemy attacks), much like the Tyrant could in life.
Supplementary Weapons 'Balmung' - Upon initial usage, Balmung took the form of a draconic sword, but can take on other forms if needed. This is mainly done manually, but can evolve itself during periods of heightened emotion. Known forms include a halberd, greatsword, dual swords, katana and even a few firearms copied from the Empire's soldiers, namely dual handguns, an automatic rifle and a sniper rifle.

Fusion - Great care must be taken to prevent the wielder from merging with the Imperial Arm and becoming a new Tyrant. This risk is most prominent during extended or frequent use of Fafnir's Trump Card, and this should be avoided at all cost.

Imperial Arms Trump Card:
Draconic Manifestation - By tapping deeper into the Tyrant's power, all of his normal abilities increase 2-, 5- or 10-fold. As a trade-off, he becomes more and more susceptible to feral, berserker rage as he struggles against a stronger influence from the Tyrant, and is likely to blackout once the effect is dispelled . The longer he uses his trump card for and the stronger the boost in power, the longer he blacks out for.

Extra: Because his Wanted Poster only shows a vague description of his dragon form, it can't be used to identify him in his normal form. As a result, he is able to go into public without being recognised.

[Hitman]

Kylie Mariner

Name
Kylie Jean Mariner

Nickname/Alias
Not really

Age
23

Gender
Female

Allegiance
Night Raid

Personality
Kylie radiates sweetness, bubbliness, love- basically the opposite of what Night Raid is considered- at almost every moment. She has a buoyant disposition that is hard to not notice. Very sociable, kind, and flirtatious, Kylie’s favorite pastime is simple socialization. She’s proud and stubborn, with a certain fire within her that can never be calmed.

A practical joker, fun-loving and a tease, Kylie would never seem like a Night Raid member. However, Kylie does have the key traits that a Night Raid member must have- caring for the people, passionate for her cause, and merciless towards the enemy. While she might clown around on Night Raid’s off-time, playing games and flirting with the other members of the assassin group, she’s dead serious when it comes to her assignments for the Revolutionary Army.

Likes:
-Night Raid Assignments
-Martial Arts
-Sweets
-Talking
-Flirting

Dislikes:
-Housework
-Coffee
-The Empire

Fears:
-Losing members of Night Raid

Brief Bio:
Born and raised in the slums of the Empire, Kylie’s father was dead by the time she was born, crucified in the town square, after he attacked a guard that was harassing his wife. Kylie’s mom struggled against the maelstrom that was the Empire in order to make ends meet for her daughter. As one could anticipate, Kylie was born with a brutal hatred of the Empire, and everything that it represented.

The Empire was not done with the Mariners, though. A drunk soldier would end up slaughtering Kylie’s mom in an alcohol-induced rage, and would remain unpunished. Hatred almost consumed the orphaned young girl, but she held onto the values she held dear.

Kylie’s burning desire for revenge sparked an interest in fighting, and at age 12, she began to use the money she earned from odd jobs she worked to get training from a former soldier in town.

5 years later, Kylie would hear rumors about the Revolutionary Army, and what they were doing. She set out to join them, where her various talents would certainly come in handy. After obtaining her Imperial Arms, she was transferred into Night Raid at the age of 19, a very young age for an assassin, and has remained in the covert assassination group since. Her position on the backlines of combat has allowed her to remain without a poster, giving her more freedom.

Imperial Arms Name:
Hunting God’s Pride: Isari

Imperial Arms Picture and Description:

that thingy

The Imperial Arms is an elaborately crafted bow with a matching quiver of arrows. The materials of the bow are crafted with the finest metals in the Empire, and the arrow’s tips are made from giant wasp Danger Beasts.

Isari’s arrows are poisonous, not to the same degree as Murasame, but enough to cause serious pain upon striking. Two shots is enough to kill most people, with three, four, or even five for the particularly resilient and/or shielded.

Isari also allows for the user to change arrow trajectories in mid-air, allowing for well-placed shots and all sorts of other ludicrous nonsense.

Isari’s arrows will regenerate, so long as its sheath is not damaged. However, it takes time, approximately 1 hour per arrow.

Isari does no accept other arrows, either. It’s very picky.

Imperial Arms Trump Card:

Cloudburst: The user launches the arrow into the sky, which promptly splits into 101 arrows, raining down upon an opponent with great lethal force. This ability takes a lot of energy from the person that used this.

[grandia20]

Kyysucara

Name: Kyysucara Aukos Namosaka

Nickname/Alias: Gale Knight, Kyy, Namos

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Allegiance: Night Raid

Personality: Kyy tends to come off as kind and caring to most. Though not all as the Empire would see. Someone who just wants peace for all but knows the Empire needs to be stopped for that dream to come true. He's nicer to women, to the point of being pervy and flirtatious. Though he doesn't press his luck either. Hes not really flirty with guys but treats them respectfully too. He shows respect to all, until they give him reason not to. He tends to be a think first then act kind of person but when those he cares about are on the line, his emotions take over. He's not an easy drunk but it doesn't take much. He's a bit more of a joker and happy-go-lucky then.

Likes: Women, a good drink, and a good fight

Dislikes: Those who'd harm women, Empire dogs, and harming innocents

Fears: For someone known by Gale Knight, he's quite afraid of heights. Or as he'd say, what happens when one hits the ground.

Brief Bio: Kyy grew up in the Empire, living a pretty normal life. He'd usually roam the streets with friends, enjoying life. That changed when he was 17. His father was in the Empire Army and his mother was secretly in Night Raid. His parents knew of the other's allegiance but loved one another regardless. His father was accused of harboring a criminal and executed for it. Kyy's mother died protecting him, which is when he lost sight in his left eye, leaving her Imperial Arms to him. His will and hatred for the Empire made him keep running, finding the Revolutionary Army and training for 3 years with them. Afterwards he found his way to Night Raid, planning to give his mother's sacrifice meaning.

Imperial Arms Name: Demon Eye: Baal

Imperial Arms Picture and Description: I'll try to find a pic but it'll be tough.

Sealed: His imperial arm looks like an eyepatch with three connected red circles on it. (If you've seen Naruto, almost like a sharingan but not quite) While sealed, Kyy has remarkable tracking skills and night vision. He is also able to perform a sort of hypnosis, the circles of the patch spinning to put those who see it to sleep.

Unsealed: A suit of Red armor forms around him, with the left eye keeping the cirtcle pattern and giving him dual spears connected by a chain named Celeste and Demonia. His speed and strength are increased as is how far he can see. He's able to send blades of wind from his spears, able to cut through most non imperial arms. Like with others, too much can backfire. The form he takes is that of red demon with only one eye, slowly gaining leathery texture to his skin, a leathery red tail, and 3 long horns from his head.

Imperial Arms Trump Card:

Memorio: Using his hypnosis, he can erase himself from a person's memories, though only from the last few minutes. Most used to keep from getting caught or get a better position before a fight since it takes concentration. Can't be used in combat.

Baal's Rage: Using his spears as a magnifying glass, he's able to fire a powerful beam of energy from his left eye. The beam takes a number on him though, wearing him out or outright knocking him unconscious. A last ditch effort move and only one use would mean he starts fusing.

Wanted: Yes, but only because of surviving his past. Not for working with Night Raid, yet.

Extra: Kyy has a scar and is blind in his left eye without Baal after an accident as a kid.

[SpawnMeme]

Cochide Tarak

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Name: Cochise Tarak

Nickname/Alias: Cochise

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Allegiance: Night Raid

Personality: Cochise could be seen as a rather moderate individual, mostly due to the fact that he is one to prefer to negotiate a situation out compared to fighting out such. He's not one for strong opinions, preferring to try and not have strong opinions on someone or a matter due to having a dislike for what he knows westerners call as "drama", and or he was raised up on the ideals of moderacy, optimism and minimalism. He also prefers to make friends than enemies, being a rather social individual, despite possibly being somewhat awkward due to the fact he isn't too used to the "western" form of dialect that the others speak in, including western empire cultural ideals and customs. He also tries to find ways out of potentially fighting, being one to rather run than fight in a potential conflict due to conflict that not being entirely too in his nature, although at times when there is no way out of a combative scenario he can be seen begrudgingly fighting in a direct combative scenario with his comrades. He's also rather young and still somewhat unused to the world of conflict situated within the western ends of the Empire, himself having only joined Night Raid in an attempt to see what else the world had to offer after having took care of a few of the members during one of their escapades in the lands outside of the walls. All in all, he is an overall moderate individual whom is rather social and tries to care to the other members of the group, despite possibly lacking the same powers and offensive capabilities and willingness to fight unlike them.

Likes: Animals, nature, primitive living

Dislikes: Cities, crowded spaces, lack of fresh air

Fears: Isolation

Brief Bio: Cochise Tarak was born far to the East from the center of the Empire beyond the walls, born to a tribe of nomadic individuals whom claimed an arid set of mesas and deserts as their home. Although not exactly inherently warlike from the beginning of their origins, as the Empire began to expand their influence beyond the capital's walls was when the tribe of men and women native to the Eastern deserts adapted a somewhat more aggressive approach to life. The tribe was known to live off of the wild animals and large cattle-like animals that lived amongst the region, known on occasion to take on the great beasts that lived amongst the land as well. Mostly known to make usage of horses to move in and out of combat with Empire patrols in the region quickly, having learned to quickly adopt the usage of weaponry similar to the weaponry the Empire used, albeit much more primitive due to the lack of military grade weapons passed on to the Tarak tribesmen through trade from explorers and travelers that dared explore the region.

Cochise was born to a tribal warrior and huntsman, his mother being one of the few shamans that made up their small sect of the large tribe that lived scattered amongst the desert. His childhood was mostly spent learning how to prepare his own meals and for others, alongside provide basic medical attention to through the usage of local plants to injured men and women within the tribe. His childhood could be considered rather... mild due to the lack of conflict that persisted throughout his young life, mostly playing with the other children of the tribe and living a rather carefree life as a child of the Tarak Tribe. His teenage years were somewhat different though, with the teenage Cochise having to be took under his father's wing finally, which he spent being taught how to live off the land, hunt for himself and others, and fight if need be, begrudgingly to the younger Tarak whom preferred to keep out of conflict's way. He ended up passing his rites of passage within the tribe over the course of his teenage years, becoming a honorary member of his tribe at the age of 18.

A few years passed as he ended up participating in a series of small skirmish-like wars against Empire patrols and activity within the area, although he didn't exactly vy to do such, nor he did exactly think the Empire was completely in the wrong unlike his other kinsmen, he fought them on foot and horseback. Mostly acting as a guerrilla unit whom would ride in on horseback, circle the patrols of Guardsmen and pelt them with potshots with his rifle with other members of his tribe before turning around and attempting to flee. This strategy tended to work, but on occasion a few of the men within the skirmishing units of his tribe would be gunned down and they would be forced to retreat and regather their forces. As the few years passed, the young Cochise happened upon a strange artifact that was mumbled by a set of traders he traded with later as an Imperial Arm, or relic as it had been called on one of the dead corpses of the men that he had help slain. It was in the shape of a simple skull made of solid iron around the size of one's hand, and the name "Bodaway" was inscribed into the back end of the item, with the tribal man taking the item and wrapping it about his neck as a sort of decoration thinking it no more than jewelry.

Not so long after, a few months would pass as he participated in a few more raids against the Empire, and he made note of an odd increase in his abilities, noting that most of his senses and physical abilities had been improved upon when he had gotten into a direct hand to hand fight with a heavy Guardsman, who he managed to defeat with some form of ease with his tomahawk despite the man being armored, experienced, and far more well-armed than him. He ended up getting up in a fight with one of the Night Raid members as they had adventured into the northern mesas of the desert, where the whole group had been ambushed by a small patrol of his fellow tribesmen and him whom demanded the group hand over their weapons at the time, although the whole group managed to be severely injured and some killed. The young Cochise ending up being one of the few to go toe to toe with one of them for a time due to the Imperial Arm he had, until he had decided to give in to the individual and offer to guide the whole group through the northern mesas, provided they didn't injure any of his kin.

And... a year later, he ended up having intermingled with the small group of individuals mainly due to the man's innate curiosity of the outside world, having seen the capital for the first time underneath a mission the group had gone through. He happens to be one of the younger members of the group, currently only within the group due to the fact they've noted of the fact someone like him had managed to have the strength to use an Imperial Arm like his, despite it's lack of apparently abilities.

Imperial Arms Name: Bodaway

Imperial Arms Picture and Description:



Bodaway is an Imperial Arm constructed from a solid block of small iron, that had been crafted into the shape of a skull about the size of the average man's palm. The small skull-like Imperial Arm has a dull grey color to such, lacking in any significant features besides the fact it had been crafted to look much alike that of an aged human skull. A small gem situated in the center of the object however gives it a brief red glow that acts as it's main source of power, something that grants the user of the item enhanced senses and physical abilities.

Enhanced Physical Abilities: Bodaway grants the user of the item enhanced physical abilities, twice that of a Human athlete in their prime, allowing for them to perform great acts of dexterity and strength at some points.

Enhanced Physical Senses: Bodaway also grants the user of the Imperial Arm physical senses that are nearly double that of a Human in their prime, allowing for them to react faster than normal and use their five physical senses at a higher capacity than normal.

Imperial Arms Trump Card: None

Extra: None

[Blackened World]

Astrid Hildebrand

Name:Astrid Hildebrand
Nickname/Alias:Demon Slayer, Asstrid
Age:Nope 21
Gender:Female
Allegiance:Jaegers
Personality: Astrid is often regarded as the perfect soldier. Disciplined, strong, and cold headed in the battleground. However, those seemingly good things are shadowed by the sole fact that she doesn't shut up. She's capable of making jokes so lame about random things that sometimes is almost offending. This is because she never lets her job get at her, and tries to lighten the mood even if it's impossible or the wrong time to do it. Astrid is very aware of the darkness that looms on the Empire, but she knows that just one person can't do anything, so she doesn't try to do anything for it. Because she's more or less normal, she finds some things within the Empire very disturbing.

While she has responsibilities to uphold, Astrid doesn't actually want more of them, resulting in her not climbing up ranks by fear that the work would end up piling more and more. She sees Night Raid as group of terrorist that spread the word justice all over, but what they do isn't better than the ones she's working for, so one of her self-imposed missions is to bring some of the members down by her own hand to prove herself right.
Likes:Sleeping, Friends, Nature
Dislikes:The Empire in general, The revolutionary Army, (Ironically) Bad Jokes
Fears:The Empire, Her own Imperial Arms
Bio:Raised in a fancy place, Astrid was drilled with the principles of a proper soldier since she had minimum use of reason. Her rich parents wanted a kid so they could enroll him on the army to gain fame, and by that logic, tons of money. Her being a girl didn't stop them from calling a high-ranked general to kick her butt almost every day since she was 5. There was no love between her parents and her, but no hate either. It was just a void relationship, born from the material desires of a greedy couple that only wanted more power in a maggots hole.

It came to a time when Astrid, finally reaching the age of 17 years, challenged the general that had tortured her all her life. It was supossed to be a friendly spar, but it ended with the guy's head rolling on the ground, and almost all of his bones broken. Her parents weren't angry, quite the contrary, that made them proud. If she was strong enough to kill a general, she could ascend even easier. Again, more strength meant more power. She didn't have any hobbies, or life objectives, so fullfiling orders to a certain extent was the only thing that prevented her from losing her head. It was the only thing she knew how to do. Ascending ranks constantly, she was rewarded with her stupidly dangerous Imperial Arm. They were just testing it on her, but she could use it in the end, so that made her an importan asset of the Empire. Everything seemed like it was set on stone. She would live fighting, and would die fighting.

Or that was, until the news of her abusive parents dying reached her. It was work of an assassin, or better said, assassins. Targeted by the revolutionary army, the only people that could even be considered as a family for her died coldly. She wasn't angry or sad, actually. She only laughed, not because of joy or insanity. The incident really seemed ironic and funny to her, so much that she couldn't help but to laugh until her sides hurt. Her oh-so untouchable parents, dying just like that from a moment to another. And then, she found it. The other thing that fullfiled her were funny things. Jokes. Astrid days were brighter than ever, knowing that one day, if she keeps making jokes, she will really laugh because one of them. She would fill that void she was born with, and would make other people laugh about it.

After all, is better to die laughing than to die just fighting, right...?
Imperial Arms: Dimensional Slasher: Caladbolg

Caladbolg

This sword was made using the tendons of a serpent-like danger beast of the east, said to move so fast that it could break the sound barrier and even further. The tendons were used for the blade, and the scabbard is covered in flat and slim scales that makes it almost indestructible. Originally this sword doesn't have any better thing than its base abilities, but with training and creativity one can develop devastating techniques that can even harm the user itself. Its abilities are:

• Friction Manipulation: Caladbolg's main ability. The serpent used to make the sword manipulated friction to move at impossible speeds, thing that the user can do too. With the power of friction, the user can boost the power and speed of its attacks to the limits, meaning that the slashes are always at top speed and power since the moment the sword is drawn. However, the friction can be manipulated so that the attacks of other people lose their original strength, making a sharpened sword hurt like a wooden branch if it hits, or a bullet like a paper-ball. Basically, Caladbolg is the ultimate offense and at the same time the ultimate defense. It still can be used without drawing the sword, for things like punches, or a passive "barrier".
  The power of friction is dangerous, of course, but there are 3 ways to render this useless:
• If the user doesn't see it, it can't block it. For Caladbolg to work, the user needs to have a specific objective in sight. Surprise attacks are a must if one wants to win against this sword.
• Caladbolg can only defend against one objective. The user can attack as many times as it wants, but it can't automatically defend with more than 1 opponent at the same time.
• The range of the Imperial Arms is far, but limited. 10 meters is how far the user can deliver "air slashes" using friction, so fire weapons or the like are useful. Note that if the user has enough reaction, it can still defend a bullet or arrow.
  
  
  Imperial Arms Trump Cards:
• World Cleaver: Using the scabbard of Caladbolg as an extra sword, Astrid delivers a barrage of violent swings that cut through the air. It can't be dodged, but it can be defended, as the attacks are many but essentially weak.
• WORLD CRISIS: Custom Trump Card made by Astrid. By using her full strength along with the friction manipulation, she can deliver a powerful slash that twists a certain space into a nonsensical state, destroying everything exposed to it. Its maximum range is unknown, but the last time she used it, an entire forest was erased without any trace. This attack doesn't have a real number of uses, but it puts so much stress on Astrid that it can destroy the arm she used the Trump Card with after one time, meaning that she can do it 2 times with her 2 arms before she can't fight anymore. This attack can leave irreparable holes in the time and space, making certain areas inaccessible in the aftermath.

(All the abilities that involve friction can only be used within 10 meters or less. More than that would tear apart the user's muscles for the strain)

Extra:

• She's ambidextrous.
• Her arms are filled with scars for using swords great part of her life, being the reason of why she uses gloves.
• Astrid has a "Jokes Book" where she supposedly writes down anything funny to her. It's actually empty.