[CHAR] Neo Sorairo

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Cast

Strikers: 6 | Gunners: 5 | Linkers: 4

• 01: Mavis Limit - Striker

• 02: Subaru - Linker

• 03: Riyame Miyako - Gunner

• 04: R.R. - Striker

• 05: Tian-Gui Jian - Striker

• 06: Kuni Durant - Linker

• 07: Mila Engel - Gunner

• 08: Akari Saito - Gunner

• 09: Fiore Alba - Linker

• 10: Lucia Justenfant - Striker

• 11: Nakamura Yui - Striker

• 12: Falk Fukuzawa - Gunner

• 13: Raphel Mekuria - Gunner

• 14: Rin Kobayashi - Linker

• 15: Hiro Valentine - Linker

Squads

• Team Arizona:
- Subaru
- Mavis Limit
- Mila Engel
• Team Chaotix:
- ???
- R.R.
- Riyame Miyako
• Team Novae:
- Kuni Durant
- Lucia Justenfant
- Akari Saito
• Team Afterglow:
- Fiore Alba
- Tian-Gui Jian
• Team Yui Gang:
- Nakamura Yui
- Falk Fukuzawa
- Rin Kobayashi
• Squad 06:
- Raphel Mekuria
- Hiro Valentine

[KoL]

Reserved

[KoL]

Mavis

Name

Mavis Limit

Age

17 years old

Gender

Female

Class

Striker

Nationality

American

Appearance

Height

157 cm

Weight

[Redacted]

Bio

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

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

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

Armament

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

Psychic Drive

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

Extra

• She has a cat named Enterprise (Enty).

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

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

• Loves heroic stories, especially superhero stories.

• Plus Ultra!

Subaru

Name

Subaru

Age

[Classified]

Gender

Female

Class

Linker

Nationality

[Classified]

Appearance

Height

156 cm

Weight

[Redacted]

Bio

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

Armament

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

Psychic Drive

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

Extra

• She has no notion of personal space.

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

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

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

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

[TheWendil]

Riyame

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Appearance

Name

Riyame Miyako

Age

19 Years Old

Gender

Female

Class

Gunner

Nationality

Japanese

Height

[Redacted]

Weight

[Redacted]

Bio

[Redacted]

Armament

Final 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 Drive

Riyame’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.

Theme

R.R.

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Appearance

Name

R.R.

Age

16 Years Old

Gender

Female

Class

Striker

Nationality

[Redacted]

Height

[Redacted]

Weight

[Redacted]

Bio

[Redacted]

Armament

Diablos 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 Drive

R.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.

Theme

[ERode]

• Name: Tian-Gui Jian
• Age: 18
• Gender: Male
• Class: Striker
• Nationality: Chinese
• Appearance: Tian-Gui stands at an impressive 6’5, the broadness of his shoulders augmented by his muscular build. He sports a light tan that serves to make his turquoise eyes stand out, and the Chinese youth prefers to keep his hair short, never longer than three inches in length. Though his angular face makes him appear more like the member of a boy band or whatever, his hands are heavily callused, and his body is filled with small scars from accidents on the fields.

• Bio: Born in the technological metropolis that was Shanhu, China, Tian-Gui probably would have lived a normal life if his single mother hadn’t died in a fire at her workplace when he was two years old. Thankfully, though emergency services weren’t competent enough to save her life, they were capable enough to locate his grandparents, who were more than happy to take in their late daughter’s son and raise him with the same affection she would have raised him with. And, just like that, Tian-Gui found himself relocated to the Japanese countryside, living with expat pensioners who had a cute little farm they toiled on to feed themselves.

He was raised wanting for nothing, and he was too young to remember his mother to begin with. His father was nothing more than a phantom in his genetics as well. His warmest memories were folding dumplings with his grandma and learning how to prune persimmon trees with his grandpa. He enjoyed hearing stories about his mother in her youth, a brash child that wasn’t anywhere near as obedient and reliable as he was, and being one of the young people in a community filled with the elderly, Tian-Gui quickly began to pick up odd jobs in every which direction. One Monday, Sawamura might need help with shingling on his roof. Another Thursday, and Cho’d want him to help with relocating the jars of kimchi. Weekends were spent helping one neighbor or the next with their flea market or farmer’s market stalls, chatting with newcomers and regulars alike. And homeschooled as he was, Tian-Gui spent the rest of his free time studying, becoming the helpful and refreshing, if not slightly bland, human being he is now.

Tian-Gui probably would have lived a normal life if he hadn’t caught the eyes of a recruiter during the National Center Test in Neo Kyoto. Thankfully, though the offer was a surprise when it landed on his doorstep, it also wasn’t an unwelcome surprise either. He hadn’t managed to score a spot in the university of his choice, after all, and his grandparents did have some particularly inspiring anecdotes about how his ancestors played some role or the other during the Second Genesis, so, well…

There he is now, one of the oldest newbies to be admitted to 2nd Tactical Arts Academy.

• Armament: Final Red is an armored suit that unravels from a red amulet worn by the wielder, transforming Tian-Gui into an imposing 7’5 behemoth clad in scarlet and gold plates, with a white mane stretching out from the back and pauldrons fashioned in the likeness of lions. The entire armor set is designed to be highly resistant to all forms of damage, but is especially resistant towards energy attacks, capable of absorbing them, storing them up within the suit, and then unleashing them as jets of flame. Final Red also works as a bludgeoning weapon in general, the additional mass added to a body making a Striker’s punches and kicks even more destructive than normal.

• Psychic Drive: Tian-Gui is able to create temporary psychic constructions made of a material he calls ‘Flamestone’, largely due to the fact that it sounds cool. Golden in hue and crystalline in property, he can use this to augment his defenses and quickly make a variety of simple structures or objects, from medieval weapons for smacking people with to walls and pillars that others can take cover behind to coffins meant for locking enemies inside of. Though these constructions must originate from himself, they can reach out to a fair distance and do not need to stay in contact with him afterwards. Unless he wills an early destruction or constantly repairs it, Tian-Gui’s Flamestone structures last around five minutes.

• Extra: Tian-Gui is practically immune to spicy foods, and has impressed quite a few restaurants with how much he could put away in his stomach…at least until they banned him afterwards.

Sample Post

“Wew, that’s a big one.”

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

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

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

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

…

His future, it seemed, also had other plans.

[Mr Nim]

• Name •
Kuni Durant

• Age •
17

• Gender •
Female

• Class •
Linker

• Nationality •
American

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• Appearance •

Casual appearance

In her old school uniform

Kuni is 1.8 meters tall, or 5"9 foot. She weighs about 68 kg, or 149 pounds. Her hair is brown, though it may appear as dark brown under darkness. Her eyes are probably the most interesting part about her, as they can appear to be both green and blue. Those who get to have a close look at her eyes can see that they are actually green, with an inner ring in her iris being blue.

• Bio •
Being born into the Durant family, Kuni's childhood was a particularly uneventful one. She was raised under the shadows of constantly being told of how her family was one of the greater innovator families back at the 19th century, when her great-grandfather's father helped form a car company. While this made her want to stand out less, it did invigorate her interest in engineering, and she started studying everything she could about machines from the age of six.

At the age of 9, she already showed quite high engineering capabilities when she constructed her own drone, one that successfully flied above the city they lived in, and made a safe return back. It did not survive a second flight due to an accident with a bird, but Kuni already felt quite fulfilled and happy with her achievement. She began making different drones, each one making her happy as she finished them and successfully tested them.

When she got to the age of 13, and she entered the 8th grade, Kuni began experiencing difficulties in her school. People did not understand why she was so focused on making silly toys, when the world was still dealing with the aliens. A few students had decided to prank her and got a hold of a few of her drones, and made a mess of them all. This hurt Kuni, who decided she didn't need the support or approval of the other students. All she needed was to keep herself focused on her engineering hobbies, but it was hard with the noise that came from all around.

Eventually, before she turned 14, Kuni found her shelter in music, and she started listening to music whenever she went outside of their house, and while at school. Her favorite types were orchestra pieces, as the way all of the instruments came together reminded her of how a well built engine can run if everything finds its right place.

When she turned 16, the bullying at the school had gotten worse, and her parents decided to move to Japan in order to try and help her find a new place to study at, one where she could have some peace. They also felt that she would be able to prosper there, as they felt Japan was quite advanced in the engineering department.

At the age of 17, she had received an offer to join the 2nd Tactical Arts Academy, as she apparently performed well during the National Center Test. While her parents were reluctant, Kuni convinced them to let her go there, as she felt that not only will she be able to help with the remainder of the fighting against the aliens, but she hoped that perhaps, she could help advance the tech they used to fight the invaders to a new level.

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• Armament •
Kuni's armament comes in the shape of an offensive drone, which she dubbed Dee. It comes equipped with a pair of medium scaled laser blasters, and a small camera. Due to the weight that comes from the laser blasters and the camera, the drone normally does not hover too far off the ground, up to a maximum of 20 meters. Thanks to the camera, Kuni is capable of aiding her team by controlling the drone and scouting with it, beyond the normal capabilities of a Linker.

Dee has a secret compartment, one which can be accessed by anyone who knows how to open it. It can be used to store and hide things that can be deemed as things that need to be retrieved, but better to leave somewhere that won't be on the team. The compartment can store things that are about the size of 2 pistols that are side by side.

In order to give herself protection, Kuni has a small laser pistol on her person, which she was trained to use.

• Psychic Drive •
Kuni has the ability to make things and people hover, up to a few meters off the ground. The bigger the object or person, the more she needs to concentrate on making them hover. Whenever she makes something or someone hover, they gain a bluish aura around them. In order to make anything or anyone hover, she needs to see the object or person, and she cannot keep something hovering for an extended period of time (A minute at most, for hovering a person that weighs as much as her.)

She can control where the people or objects hover to, but the more things or people she makes hover, the less control she has. And if she reaches her limit, then everything and everyone will drop immediately, without any warning. Finally, she can only control the speed of the hover if she concentrates on a single thing or person. Any more, and everything that hovers will be hovering as a relatively slow speed.

• Extra •

~ While Dee is her combat-ready drone, Kuni also has a smaller drone, Mio, one that is pocket sized. It also has a camera equipped, but no weapons, and it also has a VI installed on it. Kuni normally keeps the knowledge of it to herself, and takes it out whenever she feels like having some company, but not human company.

~ Kuni will normally have headphones on her person, and typically covering her ears or in her ears, depending on the type. It's how she learned to avoid contact with people. It does not mean she always listens to music.

~ As a prodigy engineer, Kuni has an eye for any kind of tech, always wanting to take things apart and see how they work. The bigger they are, the more attractive they will seem for her.

• Sample Post •

Sample Post

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

It was a spotlight.

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

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

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

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

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

The little drone offered a beep.

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

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

[SimpleWriter]

Mila Engel, Project Angel

• Name: Mila Engel

• Age: 16

• Gender: Female

• Class: Gunner

• Nationality: German

• Appearance

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

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

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

• Armament:

Iron Saga

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

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

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

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

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

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

Theme Song

• Sample Post:

01110000011000010110100101101110...
0110111101110110011001010111001001101100011011110110000101100100...

01110000011000010110100101101110...
0110111101110110011001010111001001101100011011110110000101100100...

01110000011000010110100101101110...
0110111101110110011001010111001001101100011011110110000101100100...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[MsMorningstar]

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Name:
Akari Saito

Age:
17

Gender:
Female

Class:
Gunner

Nationality:
Japanese

Appearance:

• Height: 5 Feet 7 Inches
• Weight: 150 Lbs
• Build: Athletic

Bio:
Akari spent her early years in an orphanage, but she didn't mope or whine during her stay. She remained positive, after all, she had never known her real parents so she didn't feel attached to them or worry about them leaving her. Her optimism soon led to her adoption, and at the age of five, she was in a new home.

Akari's older brother, Keiran, was a big influence in her life. Six years older than her, he was her protector and mentor. So, when he got accepted into The 2nd Tactical as a Striker she knew she had to follow in his footsteps. She was more than driven, starting a vigorous training regimen at the age of twelve. She soon learned that close quarters combat wasn't her calling, and decided to work with long-range weaponry instead, a field she was far more comfortable in.

Akari still carries the drive she developed when she was twelve. There are times when she can be too driven, so focused on a goal that she forgets to eat and sleep. Luckily, she had a loving family that taught her the importance of self-care. Adaptable, she usually adjusts to new situations with an easy smile. Whenever she's thrown into battle, she becomes hyper-focused and does what it takes to win.

Armament:

Discord & Harmony

Akari's dual pistols, Discord (left-hand) and Harmony (right-hand) are Energy weapons. They shoot beams, discs, and bolts of plasma from the triangular muzzle depending on what they're set to. Equipped with a biometric scanner on the trigger, Discord and Harmony can't be shot by anyone whose fingerprint isn't recognized. The clips of gas can take up to two days of frequent shooting to run out, and are interchangeable as well as refillable. Discord and Harmony are extremely lightweight in comparison to most handguns, making them perfect for someone who utilizes speed and rapid-fire attacks.

Psychic Drive:
Akari's Psychic Drive, Concussion, is the ability to generate small orbs of yellowish aura. Upon striking their intended target, these orbs create a concussive blast (the force of which depends on the size of the sphere) that sends the target flying. Akari utilizes these blasts by creating small spheres at her feet. Once they touch the ground below her, the resulting blast launches her around. She's become adept at controlling the intensity of the blast and where she lands, but she has been known to over/underestimate the size of the orbs and launching herself too much or too little. She also has a limit as far as how many balls she can create. At this time, she can only create five medium-sized orbs (around the size of a grapefruit), two large orbs (bowling ball size), or ten small orbs (the size of a lemon) before feeling the effects of her Drive. This will drain her stamina, effectively making her slower. Being tossed around can also cause body/head aches.

• A small orb, being the size a lemon, can toss someone Akari's weight around ten/fifteen feet.
• A medium-sized orb, being the size of a grapefruit, would be able to launch someone her weight about thirty feet.
• A large orb, which is the size of a bowling ball, would be capable of launching someone her weight around fifty/sixty feet.
• A massive orb (something Akari would only be able to create once before completely exhausting herself) the size of a beach ball, would be able to launch someone in a full suit of light-medium weight armor thirty feet.

Extra:

Sample Post

2 Years Ago

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[OliveYou]

The Pint-Sized Medic

Fiore Alba

Of the Italian fiore, "flower", and alba, "dawn", meaning "flower of the dawn."

• Name: Fiore Alba

• Age: 16 years old

• Gender: Female

• Class: Linker

• Nationality: Italian-Japanese

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

• Sample Post:

Saying Goodbye

It has been, on the whole, quite possibly the strangest day Fiore has ever had. Not that that says much--at sixteen, Fiore hasn't seen much. And it's only the morning.

Life in the village is--was, she reminds herself, for today she'll be saying goodbye to her home of 15 years--a quiet affair. Yes, it is filled to the brim with scientists and researchers, but for the most part, they laid low. They had to, after what happened when the aliens struck and the world caught on flames. Now, their labs are nothing but a cluster of tents surrounding the large box of a building that the more sensitive tech resides in. Fiore would know; she's visited them every day for the past 15 years, ever since her father stumbled upon the compound and she was practically raised by scientists, in lieu of a mother.

Fiore pauses, her hands passing over the contents of her clothing drawer. She's sorting her belongings into piles now, one for taking and one for leaving behind. In case she comes back--in case somebody wants them.

The shirt is red and black, well-worn and with many loose threads. It's one of her favorites. It belonged to mother, once upon a time, and it remains perpetually oversized, but Fiore loves it just the same. The scent of her mother has long since left, replaced with the hospital smell of sterilizers, but Fiore likes to imagine her mother's smell is tucked away somewhere. Like if she tried hard enough, she could pretend mother was standing over her like she would've done. At least Fiore thinks she would.

But now is not the time to daydream. Now is the time to prepare herself. Fiore is determined to stand on her own two feet, to not worry father, to prove to the world she's not a child. Even if she may be as short as one.

The standard-size military suitcase is almost full by now. Fiore casts one last look around her small room, taking in her bed, the patterned curtains, the bedside lamp. That's right--she should pack an alarm clock. The trinkets on the top of her dresser are useless, expect for the special contacts case--but Fiore's already packed that, in a separate box, with utmost care. The rest of this is just junk, like shiny rocks or friendship bracelets made of colorful wire and screws. Should she take one, for old times sake...?

No. Those are things of the past, things of before the war. Fiore shivers. That word will never end to unnerve her. She hasn't seen such bloodshed on her own lifetime, but she has seen the pictures, and they are terrifying. Is it only because her work relies on knowing the specifics of an injury does she continue to study such gory pictures. The nightmares have not yet ended, but Fiore can easily sacrifice an hour or two of sleep for information that could potentially save lives, and that is what matters. She has embraced her talents, and she will use them for good. That is the right thing to do.

Breakfast is on the table, abandoned and forgotten. Fiore was too nervous to eat. Even when living in a world torn apart by invaders, she has never been this scared. She has absolutely no idea what lies ahead.

Father strides up to her, a worried expression on his face. The gauntness of his cheekbones, the hollowness of his eyes--everything about him makes Fiore ache. She wants to stay. She wants to try and fix him, to find a cure for grief, but this new academy is more important. But what could be more important than one's flesh and blood? This world is confusing and frightening, and Fiore is made of glass, of fragile bones and a heavy heart.

But, as long as the world continues to turn, the sun continue to rise and set, and the battle continues to rage, Fiore has her dream. And she will fulfill it.

[datadogie]

Cellica Karris

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

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

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

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

• Armament:

Thumper

Named for the simple fact that it makes a large Thump sound when fired, Thumper is a scoped rifle that fires rounds at a very high velocity, and the core of each round is superheated. A changeable setting on the weapon determines whether the round will simply strike and embed within the target, or if the superheated core will expand within the target and burn them from the inside.

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

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

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

Sample Post

And here they come again.

Moving out from behind their favourite overhang, the chubby Blane and slim Jack began to make their way to intercept Cellica’s current path of movement. As usual, Cellica attempted to avoid them, however she knew the drill by now. As she walked toward the tree which she usually hung around during breaks like this, the pair followed her. It frustrated Cellica that she was the one that they had to pick on, especially as they catcalled behind her. She gave them an annoyed glance.

It was the same time as Cellica arrived at her tree that the pair, too, arrived. “Hey, Silly-Cell, how are you?” Blane asked, only to receive a glare in response. Cellica already knew the next line, only not knowing which one would say it. It turned out to be Jack.

“What’s wrong, tongue-tied? Is it still in there? Can you even hear me?” He asked her. Waving her arms in a frustrated manner at him, Cellica began to leave - she didn’t want to be anywhere near them. A pair of hands on her shoulders halted this after about three steps, however, and she was amply spun around and shook.

“Hello? Hello? Can you hear me?” Blane asked loudly. He lowered himself down just a bit so that he was face-to-face with me. “Say something!”

Cellica spoke, but not with her mouth. She spoke with her fist, slamming a right hook into his jaw, and shoved him back. If she could, she would have yelled at him. Jack attempted to grab her, only to receive a few punches of his own. It was quickly that the two decided to leave, and she watched them go with fists clenched. They were most likely going tell someone that she hit them. She looked down to her hands and didn’t know whether or not to smile or frown.

[Saltwater Thief]

Basic Info

• Name: Lucia Juste-Enfant
• Age: 19
• Gender: Female
• Class: Striker
• Nationality: French
• Appearance:


• Bio: Lucia was always taught that the blood of heroes ran in her veins. Her family has a long history of military service, dating all the way back to the Napoleonic Wars, culminating in her Great Grandfather earning a rank of Commander in the Legion of Honor during the Second World War. Being told of the family history in her childhood did much to inspire her to follow suit. And when it so happened that she benefited from the effects of the Second Genesis, she saw her chance to do so... were it not for one problem.

That problem was her latent ability. It allowed her to generate energy from herself, but not in any way that was useful. And it seemed no amount of personal practice would be changing that. Given this, it seemed to Lucia her chances of gaining entrance to any academy was slim and none. In her disappointment, however, her childhood friend who had a gift for research and development approached her and her family with an idea; he had designs on a device that could utilize Lucia's ability as a power source and shape it into powerful tools that would enable her to follow the path she wanted. It took some pleading from Lucia herself, but eventually her friend was given permission, not to mention a large chunk of cash, to develop a prototype. Mercifully, it worked as planned, and with it in hand Lucia was off to pursue acceptance into the academy.

Combat Info

• Psychic Drive: Lucia's drive allows her to generate and project a form of energy similar to that used by beam weapons, but on her own it is spread so thinly and disperses so easily that it only registers as light radiation and cannot be used for much. With the help of her Armament, however...
• Armament: Maltet- Less of a weapon and more of a support device, Lucia's Armament is a set of armor (shown in her picture) and a sword hilt that act as both limiters and an array of focusing irises for her ability; when active, they compress and confine the energy she projects into usable formats. With the help from Maltet she's able to use her ability to deploy barriers for protection, booster flares for bursts of speed, and a powerful beam saber for striking her enemies.

• Extra:
Lucia's Theme
Lucia is taller than most women, standing 6'0"
Her Drive burns calories like nobody's business when in use, which leads to her being a big eater and keeping her shape without really trying.

• Sample Post:

Hider

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[OwO]

• Name: Nakamura Yui

• Age: 16

• Gender: Female

• Class: Striker

• Nationality: Japanese

• Appearance: 5'2" (157.5 cm), 115 pounds (52.2 kg)

• Bio: The lackadaisical daughter of war hero parents in a military family, Yui was destined for greatness. Together with her two brothers, they shared an incredible upbringing. However, unlike her siblings, Yui didn't have much of a drive to reach any pinnacle of strength. In fact, she didn't have much of a drive to do anything. She did what her parents told her, but only did the bare minimum. Unlike her brothers, she didn't train until her organs shifted in her body and she vomited blood. Her aptitude was there, but her determination wasn't.

While she didn't have much drive for fighting invaders, her parents certainly did. They instilled upon her hundreds of years of military knowledge and technique. From feudal times to the Second Genesis, her family had taken arms during every conflict. Yui, along with her siblings, was to do the same for the future. Without any real reason to decline the future her parents created for her (besides saying she didn't feel like it—an invalid excuse), she had applied to the 2nd Tactical Arts Academy: Yamato.

• Armament: With a 6' blade and a 2' handle, Okinami is an abnormally large sword. Styled in the manner of a traditional Japanese sword, Okinami lacks one fundamental: the tsuba. Lacking any sort of hand guard, the sword adheres to one principal: absolute offense. The blade of the sword consists of two components. The outer layer is made from an extremely durable alloy that protects a wire core. Made from a highly unstable element, the ultra-heavy core rapidly decays into two ultra-light isotopes. However, when electricity passes through the core, the isotopes reform into the core. This means that the blade can, using electricity stored within the hilt, freely control its own weight via controllers within the battle wrap, from 5 pounds to 75.

• Psychic Drive: Yui has the ability to supercharge her internals in stages. Affectionately named Ignition Engine, Yui can forcefully increase her physical capabilities at a cost to her health. This generally only lasts for short durations, however. When her Ignition Engine wears off, her body begins to revert to its original form—at any cost. The duration and stage when she returns dictates the damage that results from the rapid changes. This can range from exhaustion and broken bones to, in worst case scenarios, death.

The first stage puts every organ in her body into maximum overdrive. Her heart beats twice as fast and her brain works overtime. Each muscle tears itself into two, then rapidly regenerates. Each vein on her body swells to the surface and her skin turns a flush red. While the strain is tremendous, her physical capabilities practically double.

The second stage starts a dangerous metamorphosis. Her skin begins to crystallize and resemble durable scales. Her internal body heat begins to boil her blood and her physical capabilities begin to double once again. Most notably, a crystalline horn begins to form on her forehead, along with small crystal spikes that form on her back.

For the sake of her own safety, Yui has only gone beyond the first stage once.

• Extra:

• Despite not wanting to do anything, she's surprisingly reliable whenever asked to do something.
• She's a rather avid reader, but loses interest in every book at around the half-way point.
• She can sustain herself for years on a strict diet of soda and potato chips.

• Sample Post:

"Come on, that cruel voice commanded, you can do better than that!"

"Kind of can't." Yui moaned.

For a military family, discipline was key. From a young age, they were to be trained into the finest soldiers the Nakamuras could offer to the world. For Yui, this was a hellish training session that she participated in out of obligation. For mere training, it was absurd. Push a car half a kilometre? Sure, it was a kei car, but what sort of father forced their twelve year old child to push a car that far? Despite her objections, she pushed. Foot after foot, the car moved towards its goal. Her bones ached and her muscles screamed at her. Soon, the back tires passed over a thick white line.

"Aaaaand I'm done."

Yui collapsed onto the ground and her voice rang out like a hymn from the angels. Even if it was only self-assurance, it was a brief moment of respite. An exasperated sigh escaped from the lips of her father as he walked away from her. Her exhausted body refused to listen to any command her brain sent. She just wanted to lay on the ground and take in the sun. Breath in the atmosphere, as they would say. It was a really nice day out. She would easily beat up one of her brothers to get some snacks and a nice book. To just laze in the summer heat would be enjoyable, she thought. Much more enjoyable than training.

"Yui!" That cruel voice yelled out, "time for sword practice!"

With a heavy groan, Yui sat up from her lazy stupor. If only to get another moment lazing around, she would train. Well, it wasn't like she had anything better to do, anyways.

[Spike]

Demolitionist

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

Bishonen

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Melkor]

• Name: Alistair Thorne

• Age: 15

• Gender: Male

• Class: Striker

• Nationality: British

• Height | Weight: 167cm | 67kg

• Bio:

Al grew up being told stories, passed down from his grandparents, of the time they lived in London. Before the great city was destroyed by them…

He grew up in what was left of Okinawa since his grandparents had fled there a long time ago when the invaders first attacked. His life was quite and they were not on the mainland. This made the threat of attack all that much greater. The island was very sparsely populated and very out of the way so it was mostly spared during the Second Genesis. Though, it proved too little land for too many people at the time, at least that's what Al learned in his history classes at primary school.

At a young age his mother allowed him to start learning martial arts. She had feared that he would use what he learned against other children at school but she realized pretty quickly that he was generally level headed. He took up Fencing and Aikido. They had been adapted to use a combination of traditional swords, vibroblades and beam swords. Al had grown proficient with all three.

His desire to help fight off anything which could endanger the life his family had made for themselves was ever present from his youth. So he excelled in his martial studies, sometimes training after hours to hone his skill. There were a few broken bones and many, many, bruises along the way. But he didn't care, he was determined. As his mother often said, “Tenacity!” The one word had stuck with him for years.

By the time Al was in his early teens he had earned a black belt in Aikido and had honors in Fencing. It was also around this time that he was contacted about potential attendance at the 2nd Tactical Arts Academy. He was excited to attend and finally be able to help the world maintain what they had worked so hard to rebuild. When his letter of acceptance finally arrived, he felt a renewed vigor to follow the path he had been following for years.

• Armament:

Judicium

: A perfectly balanced vibrorapier, awarded to Alistair upon his elevation to the Order of the Lotus; a ceremonial knighting in the historical rapier organization he is a part of.

Taiyō

: A beamsword which, when activated, emits a thin curved blade.

Thorne's Katana

: The katana Alistair was given after receiving his first black belt. It is razor edged and crafted from folded steel. While not as effective as Judicium or Taiyō in terms of cutting or piercing power, he is more comfortable with this blade and has proven to be more proficient with it, despite its disadvantages. He typically leaves this particular sword on its mount in his dorm; it carries non-intrinsic value.

• Psychic Drive:

Seventh Eye: When activated, Alistair's eyes process information at a greatly increased rate. This makes everything around him seem much slower, allowing for him to fight more effectively with seemingly inhuman reaction time.

• Sample Post:

“Al!” Alistair's mother's voice broke through the blockade of the headphones blasting American soft rock into his ears. She had also banged pretty hard on his door. “You're going to be late for school!” She was his coach, his alarm clock and his mother. She pushed him further than he would ever go and, as mundane as it seemed, she never let up on that. Not even when waking him up in the morning.

He had, of course, already been awake. “I'm up mum!” He called back, taking one earphone out, before she broke another barrier and barged into his small bedroom. The traditional katana he had been gifted, when he received his black belt, was mounted just above his door. It had noticeably shifted when Alistair's mother banged on the door.

“You've got fifteen minutes. Alright sweetie?” Her voice had calmed down.

“Yup, I'll be out in just a few.” He had just finished his fiftieth push up. As much as he didn't like it, he did have to train. Alistair had a very fast metabolism. He ate mountains of food and never gained weight. He had gotten into the habit of exercising for thirty minutes when he got up and before he went to bed, every day. He never seemed to hold onto much muscle. This was his life though, you could have all of the skill in the world but if you had no strength to back it up then it wasn't going to be terribly useful. Only the most practiced martial artists, who'd been training for more than forty years, didn't need any strength.

Fifteen minutes later he was in the people carrier on his way to school. He knew something was going to go well for him that day.

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Raphel Hagos Mekuria

"To underestimate me would be among your gravest mistakes... not to mention your last."

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Personal Information

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_Name:

Raphel Hagos Mekuria

_Age:

16

_Gender:

Male

_Nationality:

Ethiopian

_Appearance:

Raphel stands at 183cm (6' 0"), and weighs in at a solid 71kg (156lbs). His dark skin, white clothing and blue-rimmed glasses allow him to stand out among his peers, although not to an extravagant degree. He likes to maintain the look of a professional, after all. While his eyesight is mostly adequate without his glasses, anything at an extremely close range proves to be difficult for Raphel to make out due to blurriness, and he'd have to squint in order to read fine print, which can strain his eyes. Raphel always keeps a cloth in a pocket that is on the inside of his shirt, so that he can clean his glasses whenever he might need to.

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_Biography:

Born in Ethiopia. Raised (primarily) in Oxford. Raphel Hagos Mekuria is a well-established, highly educated young man who was taken in by a noble young couple. He doesn't remember much about his original birth parents and, seeing as neither had the chance to truly involve themselves in his life before their untimely demise, he can only speculate what kind of people they might have been at best. However, he holds a deep gratitude for the couple who'd raised him as their own child, as he wouldn't have got this far without them.

Raphel is a multilingual, meaning he can speak a myriad of languages with little to no effort, albeit with varying levels of competence. He prefers to speak French and Italian since he likes the sound of them the most, but he finds himself speaking in Japanese most of the time, which is unsurprising given the area in which he lives. Raphel seems to have a natural talent for getting around any language barrier that may or may not be present. He'd be more concerned about ensuring people comprehend the points that he tries to make.

In battle, Raphel will typically take the initial few moments to study his enemies. He does not like to go in "guns blazing", so to speak, especially without knowing there's a weakness that he can even try to exploit. He may even treat the whole battlefield like one big game of chess, where the least thought out move could very well be the last that one gets to make before seeing their defeat. That said, Raphel holds a great deal of confidence in his strategies, and will always think several steps ahead before making his move. The lives of his teammates, as well as his own and all that he cares about, may ultimately come down to whether he can see his endgame through.

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Combat Information

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_Class:

Gunner

_Armament:

The Voice of Reason: A powerful marksman rifle that has two modes to it: Assault Mode, and Sniper Mode. It automatically shifts between these two modes depending on what exactly the user is shooting at and how close or far away it is. It doesn't have a scope, or even iron sights in the conventional sense, but when its user puts his or her finger on the trigger, it projects a holographic display near the bottom half of the eye, which shows exactly where the weapon is being aimed.

In Sniper Mode, The Voice of Reason will fire a highly intense laser that can inflict severe damage; potentially enough to fell even the sturdiest of enemies if aimed at exactly the right spot. The user can control how much the holographic display zooms in and out by expending a small amount of their psychic energy. This is particularly useful for picking off enemies that are retreating, or dealing with those whose weak spots are tricky to line up for. If a shot has been fired in Sniper Mode, it will take at least 10 seconds before The Voice of Reason will be ready to use again, as it will need that much time to charge back up.

In Assault Mode, The Voice of Reason can fire radioactive pulses of red light in a volley. These pulses don't inflict as much damage at a time, but it makes up for it with a good rate of fire, and there is no noticeable charge-up delay between shots. As such, this mode is more practical than the Sniper Mode when battling enemies at mid- to close-range. The Assault Mode is also ideal for scouting out the potential weaknesses of unfamiliar enemies, whereas the Sniper Mode is more for dealing a big, decisive blow.

_{Psychic Drive:}

Psionic Lockdown: Raphel's Psychic Drive allows him to overwhelm a single enemy with psychic energy, preventing it from moving a muscle and effectively paralyzing it on the spot. It has a maximum range of 100 meters, and requires much of Raphel's concentration in order to keep the stricken enemy still. The stronger the enemy is from a physical standpoint, the harder of a time he'll have containing it. It should be noted that, while Raphel can still move while using his Psychic Drive against an enemy, any movement that he does make will weaken his hold on the stricken, and it can break in its entirety if he tries to move too fast.

Raphel will primarily use his Psychic Drive in order to grant himself a clean shot at the chosen enemy's weak point. However, there are also a number of selfless applications for the Psychic Drive in question; for example, he can use it in a pinch to save the life of an injured ally, as well as enable a friendly Striker to close in on the stricken enemy without fear of retaliation, or ease the burden of his team should a duo of enemies prove too difficult to handle together. He could even potentially slow down an entire wave of enemies by using his Psychic Drive against an enemy that is in the path of a choke point. However, Raphel's Psychic Drive will take its toll if it's applied one too many times in battle, usually n the form of a splitting headache. As such, he'll have to pick the moments that he uses it very carefully.

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Miscellaneous Information

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_{Main Theme Song:}

Nemesis, by Five Finger Death Punch

_{Battle Theme Song:}

NieR Automata OST: End of the Unknown, as remixed by Little V Mills

_{Ideal Voice Actors:}

J. Michael Tatum (En)/Daisuke Ono (Jp)

_{Sample Post:}

Coming Soon To A Cinema Near You

As he waited for the arrival of the plane that would take him into Japan, Raphel Hagos Mekuria looked out the window into the night sky, watching the many other planes take off and land. It was difficult to stay awake during such a late hour, but there was a sense of tranquility about so few things happening around that Raphel found peaceful. No doubt it wouldn't last long, as his childhood friend, Eira Anderson, came over with two cups of coffee and took one of the seats that was right next to him.

"Here ya go," Eira extended one hand as she said this, giving one of the cups to Raphel, "Hopefully this'll keep us awake,"

"Well, it wouldn't sell if it didn't," Raphel stated as a matter of fact, as he took a sip of the coffee that was given to him. Black, just the way he liked it. As he continued his occasional sips of his coffee, his thoughts began to trail off into the far yonder.

"I wonder what life would've been like... before 'they' invaded, that is," he mused aloud.

"'They'? You mean those things that attacked us during the Second Genesis?" Eira asked.

"Precisely," Raphel turned to answer Eira, before returning to a thinking pose that he had prior, "There's still much that we don't know about them. What they want. How far they're willing to go. And more importantly, why they chose Earth over all everywhere else in the entire galaxy. Could they have found this planet purely by chance, of all things?"

Unsurprisingly, the next few minutes were quite. It was evident that Eira had no idea how to answer Raphel's question at the end there, as it was one but many of the thought-provoking ones that would prove difficult to answer correctly. The silence in the area was broken only by a PA system that had just sprang to life.

"All passengers flying from Oxford to Neo Kyoto on Flight D353, please begin boarding. I repeat, all passengers on Flight D353 from Oxford to Neo Kyoto may begin boarding."

With that, Raphel rose from his seat, and placed his empty coffee cup in the trash. He said his goodbye and got himself in the queue to board his flight, while Eira watched on with a tear in her eye and a smile on her face. Raphel enjoyed his time living in Oxford, but his journey was just beginning...

[Skyswimsky]

Rin-Rin

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

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

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

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

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

Re:Phrase

Re:Phrase, as Rin calls it, allows the girl to get additional information about her surroundings. Upon activation of Re:Phrase, the girl is able to see various characteristics of an entity: Like the nutrimental values of an apple or from which apple tree it came. The amount of information Rin has access to upon activation is generally too much to properly process. The girl can circumvent this, to a degree, by keeping Re:Phrase active only for a few seconds at a time and concentrating (or filtering) on a specific piece of information she wants. Regardless of how careful she is in using her Psychic Drive, Rin will always tire out sooner or later.

The second characteristic of Re:Phrase is the ability to alter those values to a degree if she so desires. Thus, giving her a broad range of supportive and disruptive options. Rin seems to suffer from some sort of hurtful feedback from this use, however, that can range from simple headaches or tame nosebleeds to pure agony. It is worth noting that Rin can't really explain how she is using her power, and goes simply by her feels or, how she likes to say, guts.

Lastly, the severity of the feedback seems to be a lot less against targets that she has a connection/relationship with. The stronger the bond, the less feedback. This is not something Rin's aware of, however.

• Extra:

• Rin refers to herself as Rin-Rin sometimes because she thinks it sounds cuter.
• Despite being Japanese, she pronounces the R hard.
• Rin suffers from a phobia that makes her unable to use Re:Phrase on herself under any circumstances.
• Rin can't do anything with the information provided from the aliens via Re:Phrase. They're too alien for now.
• Despite her bubbly nature, Rin can also be seen a lot just sleeping or lying around, especially after missions.
• Rin's eye glows upon using her Psychic Drive!
• Despite popular belief, she doesn't have that much experience with technology.
• Theme 1
• Theme 2
• Theme 3
• I don't like lyrics in my themes but this seems relatable

• Sample Post:

Rin-Rin's short Adventure

Neo Kyoto was big. Very big. Bigger than a certain girl could have imagined big. Maybe even bigger than her confidence, but just maybe. It also smelled bad. Back at home, all one needed to do was climb up a tree and the entire village was in view. But here? No such thing. Here, despite being in an apparent outskirt district, she couldn't even see anything but more concrete! Just where did all the trees go!?

"Ahem." Desperate times required simply more heroism. "AHEM." Her parents had told her countless times before leaving. "I said: AHEM!" 'Don't talk to weird looking strangers.' "Hey, you!" And here she was. "Huh, you talking to me?" Talking to weird looking strangers.

"Do you see anyone else but you and Rin-Rin on the street!?" The man, carrying some grocery bags, took a slow look ar— "Too slow! No, of course not." - "Urgh. I have no time to play with you, kiddo." And he simply turned around again to walk away. "H-Hey! Don't just ignore me!" Taken aback for a moment, Rin this time simply ran in front of him - the male clearly not amused by this.

"I, Rin-Rin, need your help!" Before he could say anything, the girl continued. "I'm lost!" He sighed. "Then go to the police station." For a second, Rin couldn't believe it. Just how could he!? But... it mattered not. That's why he would be nothing more than a background character for the rest of his existence. "No. Not like that. I'll make it quick and easy, just for you, a Rin-Rin special! I'm looking for the, uh, Academy? Yamato? Big fancy place of fanciness!?"

A myriad of thoughts seemed to go through the mans head before he sighed once again and shook his head. "Whatever. I'll tell you kid, and then you leave me alone, right? It's..." He pointed to the east. "Somewhere there. There's a really tall tower, keep walking that way and soon you'll see it. How did you- actually, nevermind. Are we done now?"

Not totally satisfied, Rin slightly shifted her head. East was the opposite direction of which she had walked so far. It was totally not left. "H-Hey, are you doubting me? Look, kiddo. I can't be bothered to deal with you and whatever, and neither do I care. You wanted to know where it is? I told you where it is."

Despite his rather moody attitude, he nonetheless seemed genuine. "Good enough!" The girl nodded before giving him a slight bow. "Thank you weird stranger, I hope you'll never have kids yourself!" Not really sounding insulting, Rin quickly ran off eastwards.

[Sync]

Hiro

• Name: Hiro Valentine
• Age: 16
• Gender: Male
• Class: Linker
• Nationality: Japanese-American

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

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

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

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

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

• Psychic Drive:

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

• Extra:

He's terrible at talking to the opposite sex.

He has a soft spot for animals, particularly cats.

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

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

Theme

• Sample Post:

Hider

_{"You should've done better."}

Those are the last words he remembered before waking up in that room. The smell was heavy, and his body was limp. There wasn't any sort of pain, only a numbness that enveloped his arms and legs. To some extent even his torso. A lot of question came to mind, but none surface out of his throat. The beeping noise of the room is the only thing that kept him company in this silence. What happened? Certainly the answers would come to him soon, crawling back like a drunk leaving a bar, stumbling onto their feet. But there a certain static which embedded all memories in a blank space, there were many questions of course, but there was one which permeated and even enveloped the first in its natural essence. "Who am I?" Eye finally adjusting and a white room was all that was present, a lilac teasingly dressing the top of a cabinet, almost as if to bring subtlety to an obviously heavy atmosphere. The window was open, and the birds still chirped their songs through daylight. Serene, perhaps it all was... But the question continued to bubble up inside him, lifting his hand finally to witness the cord that at its edge was the syringe that fed him his nourishment. "What's... my name?"

He was hospitalized. This was certain to him, but the events were blurry, hazily slipping away with every minute detail. And this platinum haired child found himself forgetting, and more over, attempting to cling to such. Yet, such serenity displayed itself on his mien, perhaps he was unable to react, due to the sedatives, or perhaps something else afflicted him. He wondered for moments in silence about this, about everything in confusion. Time felt slow, he understood this feeling but it all felt as if nostalgia hit him infinitely. There was no source to place anything, and so this entity only understood that he was lost. That the landscape of his mind was like a dessert, and there seemed to be no oasis nearby. A door finally opened, and a young woman entered to free the curtains which shielded him from the magnifying amount of light. For a moment, his eyes could not sustain the light, but like before they adjusted to see a woman leap and leave in a hurry.

"W-wait!" His words hoarse and his voice desperate. Not long happened before a male came through, and started to make him go through a couple of test. Questions were asked, yet none were replied. When the man asked him if he remembered anything, the boy merely look at his feet. Before long, a huge hull of his history was presented before him. Who his parents were, where he lived, his name and his age. His achievements in school and his friends. Some came back relatively quickly, but others remained a fog. Like... he was a different person, he felt and saw things differently and all the people could tell him were traits of a man they knew, not who the man was. No one could answer that other than this boy. He looked at pictures and read up on logs, but... it was as if he was looking through someone else's looking glass. But, he was Hiro. That was his name, but ultimately.

The one that defines this face, and this history. Is not the Hiro who inhabits it now.