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Silmeria Magnusson, Valkyrie

SILMERIA MAGNUSSON

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NICKNAME(S):

Sil, Merry

AGE:

21

SEX:

Female

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Teslic Gauss

Standing at an average 165cm (5' 5"), the young brunette possesses rather generic physical features, an almost forgettable run-of-the-mill American citizen if not for her esper-related gear and accessories. Fortunately, that's just how the introverted girl prefers it, staying out of the spotlight, out of trouble. That said, perhaps it shouldn't be surprising that absolutely nothing changes from her looks whether she's in or out of esper form. She's one of those espers that exclusively manifest 'equipment' and nothing else as far as outward appearances go.

GRIMOIRE:

A palm-sized badge with a glowing orange core rimmed by an opaque black outline. It possesses weak magnetic properties, primarily used to stick onto metal surfaces.

INSTRUMENT: Teslic Gauss

Silmeria's signature instrument and primary tool of combat engagement. Teslic Gauss takes the form of a gauss rifle often depicted in sci-fi serials. A set of coils accelerate ferromagnetic sabots along the barrel before launching off the rifle at breakneck speed, eclipsing the velocity of most standard firearms of equivalent size. The magnetically-accelerated projectile carries enough force to punch through mundane armor and monster hide alike, and if said armor or hide is weak enough, outright penetrates it and continues to hit whatever is behind them. The rifle is supernatural in nature and uses Sil's mana to reload itself, shaping new ammo seemingly out of thin air. Capable of switching between two firing modes: single-shots or 3-round bursts.

In a pinch, it can also be used as a bludgeoning melee weapon, not ideal but better than nothing.

GRADE: Silver
KEYWORD: Long Gun
DAMAGE TYPE: Physical
DAMAGE: B
SPEED: E
SENTINEL: C
SPECIAL: Gungnir - The rifle's bullets are able to penetrate targets possessing a PHYSICAL DEFENCE value of E while still carrying enough momentum to damage a secondary target behind them, inflicting at most half of its original damage value.

STYLE: Northern Sentinel

A simple dark brown hooded jacket, prioritizing function over form, it provides both protection and comfort.

GRADE: Bronze
PHYSICAL: D
ARCANE: E
CHAOS: D
SPECIAL: Government Agent - Displays GEMINI's insignia on its left and right shoulder.

GENRE: Mjollnir

Valkyrie channels the power of the mythical hammer of Thor, Nordic God of Thunder, to smite monsters and human traitors who stand with them.

GRADE: Silver
ELEMENT: Lightning
NOTES: [Paralysis (4), Speedster (4)], Damage X (6), Dispel (6), Magic Sense (4), Blink (4), Push (2), Pull (2), Piercing (2), Full Enhance (2), Quicken (0)
SPECIAL: Nibelung Valesti - The [Piercing] Note can be added to the Melody for free if it's activated using the [Beam] Cast Note.

LEITMOTIF: The Faceless

Whether it's due to her appearance, personality, or both, Silmeria seems to passively blend with the environment, out of sight, out of mind. Especially effective in crowded locations.

GRADE: Bronze
SPECIAL: People, animals, and monsters alike tend to not notice her until she does something that grabs their attention. Doesn't work in situations where there aren’t enough subjects and/or objects to serve as attention fillers.

FACTION:

G.E.M.I.N.I.

TRIVIA:

Personality

Obedient, docile, and quiet, Silmeria makes the perfect fit for a stereotypical wageslave employee that does their job purely for paychecks and little else. Being born to a lower-middle class family, she understands how important it is to manage your finance wisely, shaping her to be a frugal young woman who rarely spends on non-essential goods. She makes no secret that her primary reason for joining GEMINI as a field agent was because the pay is good despite its dangers. Nowadays, there's not really much prospect for a college dropout who also needs to support her aging parents. Since she was somehow 'blessed' with a grimoire, might as well play the cards given to her.

If one examines the behaviour of a convenience store clerk, one won't find them much different than Silmeria, except the latter risks life and limb for higher pay. Punch in, do your job, punch out, and stay out of trouble, rinse and repeat, that's her motto and it has worked fine for her so far. Besides, the government has always preferred their employees to not ask questions anyway.

Among the classic Seven Deadly Sins, if she has to pick the one she identifies the most, it'd be Envy. The brunette has a surprisingly deep capacity for envy for such a seemingly stoic girl and she's self-conscious of that. She resents the rich and the powerful for the boons they have, she wants to eat wagyu instead of canned beef, melons instead of apples, and not having to worry about food and medical budgets. Most people might admire the Bates siblings, but their existence only serve to remind her that no matter what path she takes in life, there's always be someone much better than her. She's afraid of herself in that if pushed enough, she might even consider going into very, very dark places to get what she wants. To that end, even though she doesn't necessarily love her job, she's still thankful to GEMINI for providing her with a stable income through honest work. She fights for cash so the innocents can sleep peacefully at night, what's not to like?

During the times where she has the time for herself, Silmeria's drone-like facade recedes somewhat, revealing the vocally-expressive girl beneath. In a perfect world where there are no suffering, poverty, and hunger, she'd fancy herself an opera soprano. People have always said that her singing voice betrays the disillusioned, almost-monotone speech she usually employs.

Over time, Silmeria has developed a nigh-fanatical zeal of exterminating monsters and all who take their side, such as Maverick Espers. In hindsight, this development is practically inevitable due to the combination of her latent desire to avenge her sister’s death and being given power to realize it via her grimoire and employer.

Biography

Born in Boston, Massachusetts to a family of Norwegian descent, Silmeria is the middle child of three siblings, smackdab in the middle between an older brother and a younger sister. Her family wasn't exactly wealthy, but doing well enough to support three children and even sent their eldest to college. While Silmeria had always been a rather quiet girl who preferred to keep to herself, she had a perfectly normal childhood, a group of close friends, and a loving family, she wouldn't have it any other way. However, just like the saying goes, all good things must end, so did her idyllic middle-class life by the time she's in the 2nd semester of university.

One day, Sil's father was taking her little sister home from school when disaster struck. A group of otherwordly creatures - those so-called 'monsters' from the elemental chaos - attacked the area. In their rampage, Sil's father was crippled from the torso down due to spinal injuries, but he was fortunate enough to live, the same couldn't be said for his youngest daughter. He tried to protect her - of course, as a father should - but he was knocked out sometime after and by the time he woke up in the hospital, his daughter wasn't there. They never found her body either. The general consensus was that she was eaten by one of those beasts, just like the rest of the victims.

That day marked the point where Sil's life turned for the worse. Not only she just lost her little sister, her father's disability meant he had to retire. With her mother focused on being his caretaker and her older brother having his own family to support, the family's finance took a nosedive. Corners needed to be cut and SIlmeria's college fund was one of those corners. She dropped out and tried to do her part to make end's meet by doing odd jobs here and there, it was quite hard to nab a truly fulfilling job without a degree and she didn't exactly have friends in high places either. Silmeria at that moment would never expect she'd eventually be working for GEMINI out of all places, yet it happened... it was all thanks to this strange badge.

During one of her stints as a convenience store janitor, the brunette was doing her usual after-work dumpster-diving, searching for anything edible or useful, you'd be surprised just how wasteful people are, might as well turn that trash into treasure. It was in one of those days when she found a peculiar item, a badge of some sort, opaque black with a central orb that glows orange, it certainly looked like an electronic device, she might be able to turn a pretty penny at the pawn shop with it. However, upon grabbing it, her whole body was jolted with a sudden burst of electricity and what happened next was so surreal that it made her believe she was dreaming for a second. A rifle of some sort spawned out of thin air in her hands and it didn't look like anything sold in stores either.

Understandably confused and playing it safe, she let the coiled weapon go, only for it to vanish without a trace. Heart beating and skin sweating, she hurried home, trying to pretend that nothing had happened. Well, at least that was the plan as during the way, she was stopped by a group of people clad in crisp dark suits and practically forced into a nondescript van. After a moment of rising panic, they quickly explained to her that they were from G.E.M.I.N.I... and that she just had been identified as an esper. Huh...?

More than a year passed since and here she was now, working as one of GEMINI's esper operatives. She had been given combat training to hone her newfound powers and had seen her share of combat against those monstrous menace, the very same creatures that killed her little sister, crippled her father, and destroyed their livelihood, she couldn't say these savages deserve any less than extermination, a sentiment shared by her employer.

Recently, she was assigned to the GEMINI's local branch in Pax Septimus, under Dr. Fritzi Moller and alongside fellow operatives such as Su, Jacqueline, and others.

Footnote

21 | Female | G.E.M.I.N.I. | The Faceless
Teslic Gauss | Long Gun | Physical | Gungnir
Northern Sentinel | Government Agent
Electromagnetism | Lightning | Nibelung Valesti
[Paralysis (4), Speedster (4)], Damage X (6), Dispel (6), Magic Sense (4), Blink (4), Push (2), Pull (2), Piercing (2), Full Enhance (2), Quicken (0)

DAMAGE: B | SPEED: E | SENTINEL: C | Max Mana: 500

PHYSICAL: D | ARCANE: E | CHAOS: D | Current Mana: 500

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"Dialogue."

Thoughts.

Color Code: #ff991c

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20 | Female | G.E.M.I.N.I. | The Faceless
Teslic Gauss | Long Gun | Physical | Nibelung Valesti
Northern Sentinel | Government Agent
Electromagnetism | Lightning | Static Shock
[Paralysis (4), Speedster (4)], Damage (2), Damage X (6), Push (2), Pull (2), Piercing (2), Bend (0)

DAMAGE: B | SPEED: E | SENTINEL: C | Max Mana: 500

PHYSICAL: D | ARCANE: E | CHAOS: D | Current Mana: 500

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Lucretia von Konigsmahne

LUCRETIA von KÖNIGSMÄHNE

13 y/o | Female | 142cm (4'8") | 35kg (77lbs)
The Iron Sentinel Empire, Germany | Technologism | Ferromancy

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Biography

Born to House Konigsmahne, one of Germany's most prominent noble families, Lucretia was the youngest of five siblings. It was clear even from the first few years of her life that the white-haired girl was gifted, one of the very few individuals blessed with exceptional intellect, a savant, a genius among geniuses. Not only that, her family had the connections and resources to foster Lucy's talents as soon as possible. The young girl was taught with the best private tutors money could buy and combined with her extraordinary intelligence, it catapulted her development in the academics. Naturally, aside from general knowledge, her studies were focused on learning Technologism, the House's primary major in the art of Formulization. For Lucretia in particular, she had a particularly strong affinity with the element of ferrum, iron.

Of course, all of these boons didn't come without a price. As it was common with savants, Lucretia had developmental disorders in the social aspect of things, she didn't get along well with her peers, not that she was a bully or anything, but other children were often put off by how quiet and insensitive she was. She preferred to wrap herself in her own bubble, intensely focusing on her current project, often days on end, stopping only to eat, sleep, and do hygiene stuff. She couldn't read the atmosphere and often came off as brutally honest, speaking pragmatically without heeding the emotions of others. Still, she wasn't an actively malicious person, but humans are social creatures and being able to relate with others is just as - if not more - important as academic prowess. Over the years, she got better... somewhat, through experience and trial and error, she had developed certain 'social protocols' in her head to compensate where she lacked. Regardless, she still preferred to deal with machines instead of people whenever possible.

As mentioned before, the noble house she belonged to was quite prestigious, their ancestors were engineers and inventors, Technologist Polymaths, one of the forefront actors that brought about the Scientific Revolution of the Occident. The name "Konigsmahne" could be found in documents detailing the discovery of the steam core, peizogravitas, dreadnought designs, mechanized weapons (panzermensch), and other technological marvels. They too were one of the parties that supported the Enlightenment edict that led to the short-lived Age of Exploration...

Then the Futile War came, and it marked the end of House Konigsmahne's golden age. In a loyalty-fueled attempt to support the Occident's war efforts, the house poured massive amount of resources to fight back against the 'savages'. How could they resist Enlightenment in favor of their primitive beliefs? Preposterous, unthinkable, Technologism is the way to the future, not some voodoo nonsense. Alas, in the end, nothing was gained as the war ended in a stalemate, but for the house, it might as well be a crushing defeat. While their finances had recovered over the decades after the war, the stain on their pride was still fresh to this day.

Since then, the house never stopped searching for a way to finish what the Occident started, prove to the world that Technologism is the only true path to Enlightenment. To that end, they made alliances with parties that shared their views, one of them being Pax Occidenta, an enigmatic group that operated in the shadows, claiming to be the heralds that'd manifest the destiny of the Occident. The deal was to hand over one of the house's brightest to them, to be their scion, so that with their combined might, they'd bring about Manifest Destiny. This chosen scion was none other than Lucretia.

Her first mission? Enroll into the Academic City of Bermuda and await further instructions...

Ferromancy and Schwarzritter

Lucretia's Specialization within the Formulization Major of Technologism. While she's able to manipulate the properties of most solid matter like all technologists, she's particularly adept at the element of iron and combined with her gifted intellect, this truly led to extraordinary craftsmanship, especially for someone so young. She had constructed numerous devices over the decade, but none surpassed her masterpiece, Schwarzritter.

Schwarzritter takes the form of a curious T-shaped remote-controlled floating drone that's capable of a number of things. It can be used as a personal transport, portable storage, mobile cover, and weapons platform. Its strength and endurance are the equivalent of an iron golem, its central body had slots to store items in, and its two 'arms' contain an automatic assault turret each. It's installed with a Peizogravitas formula to enable buoyancy using electricity gathered from the global electric wireless structure a.k.a the Telesma Network. In the absence of access to said network, it possesses a backup Steam Core generator, enabling it to function at a reduced performance.

When not in use, it can fold itself into an inert backpack-shaped object, surprisingly lightweight, making it convenient to carry around.

Furthermore, although it’s definitely not a living creature, Lucretia considers the drone to be her closest friend, she often talks and refers to it as if it has a mind of its own, like a young girl playing with her doll... except that it's made of metal, and many times her size, and capable of deadly force.

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Organization: Pax Occidenta

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Color Code: 76c0f0

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Liese Victoire Brendorn | Ardent Absolute

ARDENT ABSOLUTE

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_______________________________________________ // INFO P E R S O N A L D E T A I L S Full Name - Liese Victoire Brendorn Age - 16 Gender Identity - Male Physical Sex - Female Heritage - Eldest Daughter of Marquis Childebert Ercwulf Brendorn, Lord Councilor Magical Affinity - Absolute (Fire, Wind, Water, Earth) - // PERSONALITY P E R S O N A L I T Y I Am NOT A Woman! More than just disguising himself as a man to enroll in the knight academy, Liese well and truly believes that he's a man, every part of his soul tells him that he's a man and should have been born as a man. If someone tells him that a curse had been placed upon him so that he was born with the wrong body, then he'll believe it. He feels like a once-disembodied spirit that possessed a woman's body, this unpleasant feeling that he's merely a parasite controlling its host. Related, he finds himself attracted to girls, he even had a couple childhood crushes over the years, although he never acted on his feelings for obvious reasons. Respecting and treating Liese like a man is a sure way to get into his good graces. Logically, should he encounter anyone who identifies themselves differently than the body they were born in, Liese will absolutely have no prejudice against those individuals, for he's one of them. The Ends Justify The Means Liese has always been an ambitious person, driven and self-assured to what he wants in life, and not above pushing himself to achieve them. Thus, the loss of his inheritance due to circumstances outside of his control stoked the flames even further. At this point, Liese is deadset on reclaiming what's his and he'll stop at nothing to realize it. Though his sense of honorable chivalry prevents him from committing heinous acts, he's not above eliminating his rivals and crushing his competition if they get in his way. He has experienced enough iniquitous bias for years and his patience has just been spent. Surely it'll all be worth it in the end... Alexander's "Successor" It's no secret that Liese has a high opinion of himself. Why shouldn't he? He's of noble blood, he's talented in knightly skills, and he's an Absolute; it's obvious that he's destined for something great, something a lot more than just being a trophy wife, and only deluded fools can't see that. Liese subscribes to the idea that the injustice against him is purely due to his body, and this perception strengthens his self-imposed prophecy even further. These trials and tribulations set against him are challenges given by the gods so he may prove himself worthy of their gifts, and no one - no one - will stop him from his divine birthright. As a result, Liese despises conservatives set in their poorly obsolete mindset and lazy people who give up at the first signs of hardships; those spoiled noble sons who needed not to raise even a finger to have everything handed to them on a silver platter, decadent fools undeserving of their wealth and privilege. One day, she'll usher a new era where no man or woman will have their lives allotted simply due to the nature of their corporeal existence, and these so-called "nobles" will be purged so only the worthy of their title may keep it. // SKILLSET S K I L L S E T Born A Knight One may refuse Liese to be the primary heir over his brothers, but no one can deny the sheer precocious talent that the young girl showed ever since an early age. It has been proven time and time again that with hard work and the correct tutelage, anyone can achieve greatness, but it's also true that the speed of progress differs from person to person. The best of both worlds entail the combination of natural talent and practical diligence, enabling the student to accelerate their skills ahead of their peers, Liese is one such student. Swordsmanship, archery, and horseriding, the blonde noble displays aptitude in all the skills necessary to be a formidable crusader. If there's one thing holding him back is that despite all of his training, he slightly lacks in pure physical strength compared to a boy of similar age and training experience, simply due to biology; he's aware of this, and he hates it. Personally, he prefers to wield a one-handed arming sword to free one hand for casting spells, although he can use bows just fine. The Avatar What he lacks in brute force, he more than makes up for it by possessing equal skill in wielding all four Major Elements: Fire, Wind, Water, and Earth. Dubbed an "Absolute", Liese makes full use of the practical and societal implication of this rare trait, the former by being able to mix and match spells that fit his style the most and the latter as a basis to claim that he's Alexander's successor. Still, unlike pure spellcasters who dedicate their lives into learning magic and magic alone, Liese's repertoire is limited to incantations that best suit his purposes to be a knight, and that entails combat-focused spells. Wreathing his blade in flames, conjuring a barrier of wind to deflect projectiles, snapping foes with whips of water, and launching boulders from the earth are some of his abilities, additionally, he possesses incantations that combines those aforementioned elements as well, although they all adhere to his focus of combat-applicable magic. There are virtually endless incantations available to learn and there simply won't be enough time to practice them all, especially not when his first and foremost goal is to be a knight, not a mage. Inspiring Presence Confident, proactive, skillful, and brave, these are traits that are seen as the hallmarks of a good leader, someone the masses can rely upon. Although not everyone may like Liese on a personal basis, most are able to see him being an inspiring figure to the troops in the battlefield, unflinching and self-assured even in the face of great adversity. In the thick of combat, sometimes there's simply no chance to carefully mull over which decision is the best, sometimes the best thing a commander can do is to pick a path and stick with it, a suboptimal choice is still better than the best one made in uncertainty. The worst thing an army can have is a hesitant leader after all. As knights often end up leading their own troops, whether a small squad or a whole legion, leadership is never a skill worth passing over.

Physical Description In another place, in another world, had circumstances been different, Liese would've chosen to be born as a boy and not this freak of a body that couldn't seem to decide which side of the gender spectrum it should grow into. Strictly going by what's between his legs alone, Liese is undoubtedly a girl, possessing all the necessary parts to determine that he’s indeed female, the other half of humanity capable of producing heirs. Yet, the high noble never sees himself as a woman and one only needs to focus elsewhere to see where he's coming from. Standing at 163cm (5'4"), a sharp jawline and firm cheekbones, brows sculpted to enable a natural stern gaze, golden locks framing stoic sapphires, only the blind will not see that he's handsome. Far too many maidens have been charmed by his visage alone, a perfect fit for the role of a knight in shining armor, a fearless crusader that would vanquish the Dark Lord to free the captive princess. Said imagination isn't for show either as Liese does possess the athletic build necessary to properly use a knight's full suit, strong limbs and toned abs coupled with a lack of endowment mean there's no need for bindings or a custom-fitted chest plate. His hips are a bit wider than he'd like, but just like what's between them, it's something that he can't change with training alone, but fortunately, all but the most form-fitting of garments mask it quite well. Burning with ambition to take back what he thinks has been stolen for him due to this preposterous notion of societal expectations based on his body alone, Liese carries himself like a Marquis' First Son and heir, and he makes sure everyone knows of his status and the prestige such a position deserves. In all occasions, whether formal, informal, or something in between, Liese wears clothes usually reserved for noblemen, one will never find him clad in a dress. Fortunately - or unfortunately depending on one's perspective - he genuinely wears them well, even more so than some other noble boys. Character Conceptualization The only child from the union of Marquis Childebert Ercwulf Brendorn, one of the four Lord Councilors, and Lady Hilda Engelberga Brendorn, the latter who tragically passed away during childbirth; their bond was so strong that the Marquis fell into grief for years upon years, refusing to touch another woman for his heart still belonged to his departed wife, leaving their only daughter, Liese, to grow up without the love of a mother and a grieving father. Yet, perhaps precisely due to this, or perhaps because of fate, or a combination of the two, Liese grew up to be a self-reliant child; a confident, precocious infant, he wasn't like most young girls, preferring to take up activities usually reserved for boys such as fencing, archery, horseriding, and athletics in general, going as far as to shun corsets and dresses as those clothes restricted his movements too much. His penchant for utterly upending societal norms and traditions raised concerns from the more conservative members of the noble household, but given that he was the Marquis' sole offspring - and thus the primary heir by default - no one dared to do anything outside of inconsequential gossiping. The ambition to be something more than just a lady-in-waiting to be married off to some nobleman and bear his children raged strong within him, he refused to be locked into a select path, and his magical talents seemed to reflect this as Liese is one of the rare individuals in the world capable of wielding all four major elements with equal proficiency, an Absolute. Between his myriad of talents, sanguine personality, and gift of Absolutism, rumor began to spread that he's the "Successor of Alexander", but... Alexander was a man and he was not, so it couldn't be him, right? For the first decade of his life, Liese was the only child of her father and late mother, meaning he was the sole heir to the House of Brendorn, and honestly, that was how he prefers it. Twas' until Marquis Brendorn moved on from his grief and decided to marry another woman, a beautiful young lady of noble birth, one who possessed the gift of fertility as she gave him children after children, most of them sons. It was a blessing for the House, a boon for all... except for Liese. For the moment he realized that the agnatic primogeniture preference meant that her little brothers supplanted her position as the primary heir, and secondary, and tertiary; with each new son birthed from his stepmother's womb, he fell further and further into irrelevancy... ...and all for the singular reason that he wasn't born a boy. Liese decided that enough was enough, he began plotting, scheming, devoting all of his efforts into the ultimate goal of becoming the one and true heir of House Brendorn. He went all-in, he had never liked being treated as a woman, but now, the event pushed him to completely shun that part of him. He was a man, First Son of Marquis Brendorn and the one true heir of House Brendorn, damn what everyone else says. After weighing his options, he decided that joining the Academy of Sentinel Knights was his best bet of realizing his destiny. Once he becomes a full-fledged knight and distinguishes himself as the Champion of Grayle, as the Successor of Alexander, then no one can refuse him to take back what had been stolen from him. He would achieve this or die trying. Other Information ❖ Color Code: fb3a81 ❖ Theme: Battlefield of Steel ❖ OOC Trivia: By some cosmic coincidence during character conception, Liese and Julian shares nearly identical physical appearance so their resemblance is an OOC coincidence, which can pose an interesting IC situation, just like people who resemble certain celebrities simply due to coincidences in the genetic lottery.

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Lucette Delacroix | Lumière

LUMIÈRE

15 y/o (Physically) 96 y/o (Chronologically) | Female | 152cm (5'0")

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Lucette Delacroix

NATIONALITY:

French

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Lucette as a person is a French girl who has the physical appearance of a girl in her mid-teens despite being born a decade before the second World War. Like most - if not all - Magical Girls, her Grimoire keeps her body as youthful as the moment she was infused by its power. The magical girl has short shoulder-length white hair, light blue eyes, slim build, and pale complexion.

As Lumiere, Lucette is clad in a pure white dress resembling a bridal's gown with gold accents. A veiled golden crown encircles her head without actually touching it, it floats through arcane power instead. Similarly, a pair of golden wings float behind her back. Lumiere's wings are peculiar in that they don't take the form of traditional feathery avian wings, but instead eight separate pieces of floating golden obelisks. These 'wings' can be commanded at will by Lucette as if they're parts of her body. When not used for a particular task, they float behind her in twin formations of four pieces each, resembling a more traditional depiction of angelic wings.

As herself, Lucette prefers a comfortable outfit that doesn't stand out, thus they change along with the decades. Currently, she can most often be seen wearing a British schoolgirl's uniform to match her cover as a 'student' of Marrywell Academy.

GRIMOIRE:

Title: Sefirot/Sephirot, Kabbalistic Malakhim

Classification: Myth

Description

The Kabbalah, an ancient set of traditions, beliefs, and philosophies said to both predate and inspire the Torah, the Holy Book of Judaism, which in turn eventually gives birth to Christianity and Islam, all together forming the main three branches of the Abrahamic religions.

This ancient concept's particular incarnation as the Grimoire "Sefirot" focuses on the Malakhim; Yahweh's guardians, warriors, and messengers, who are colloquially known collectively as 'angels'. Its bearer gains the ability to assume the form of a Seraph, multi-winged holy beings tasked to glorify His name. In Lucette's hands, it allows her to transform into Lumiere, the seraphic magical girl sworn to protect His creations from the Pageless, demons of shadows intent of devouring all and covering the world in darkness. For as long there's something worth protecting in this world, then so will her light shine forevermore.

Sefirot's power can be classified as no less than Myth rank, befitting a Grimoire embodying the concept of angels, a myth that's known throughout most of the civilized world, spread through each corners of the Earth, even to countries that never had a particularly strong Abrahamic influence. As it stands today, everyone and their mother knows what an 'angel' is and their depiction in literature, art, and media ranging from ancient texts to modern-day novels, movies, and games can't be disputed.

Abilities

Sefirot is a powerful Grimoire, one of the world's strongest in fact due to the myth it embodies. Its bearer can assume the form of an angelic guardian, a shining beacon of God's light to bring hope to the helpless and banish the forces of evil.

Its current bearer, Lumiere, is granted various abilities all adhering to this theme. Aside from the usual superhuman strength, agility, and endurance that most magical girls possess when transformed, Lumiere is capable of free flight by herself, but she can boost her speed by dedicating her wing-obelisks to the task, more pieces equal more speed. Speaking of wings, Lumiere possesses eight separate obelisks which she can wield for various purposes: offense, defense, and utility.

For offense, each piece can fire golden beams to sear her enemies into ash, brandishes scythe-shaped beam-blades to slice and dice targets, and emits arcane explosions to decimate groups of Pageless.

For defense, they can project semi-transparent barriers to shield someone or something from harm or heal wounds.

For utility, they boost Lumiere's flight speed or shape two portals that she can use to transport herself (and only herself) from one to the other. Regarding the latter, each portal requires exactly 4 wings to form, thus portalling means her wings are all busy and therefore can't be used for anything else.

One thing to mention for all of these uses is that Lumiere is able to dedicate any number of wings from one all the way to eight with each added piece boosting the potency of their task. For example, a single wing can fire a golden beam at the width of a human fist, but all eight combined can form a wave motion gun akin to a certain animated series of a white-clad brunette magical girl that befriends people via pink beams.

While Sefirot isn't sentient in the way humans are, it's clear that the Grimoire seems to have a mind of its own. It can't move or speak, but it seems to respond to Lucette's thoughts, words, and actions. In particular, Sefirot is adamant in its chosen bearer's adherence to its purpose, protecting humanity from existential threats, the Pageless being a prominent example. It can outright refuse to allow its power to be used 'irresponsibly', for better or worse. As such, Sefirot's bearer may be granted by power that eclipses most magical girls, but it also entails all the responsibilities that it demands from her.

BIOGRAPHY:

Personality

As it's common with veteran magical girls possessing decades of experience, Lucette's behavior utterly betrays her apparent age. She's an old soul in the body of a teenager and it's something that quickly becomes obvious when she's speaking to a fellow magical girl, to others not in the know, she tries her best to act her 'age' for subtlety's sake, but an observant person - magical girl or no - can eventually sense that something isn't quite right.

Ever since she stumbled upon Sefirot, an event that saved her life, she believes that she was chosen by Jehovah, God, to protect humanity as one of His angels. She believes that she's only doing what's best for the people, but possessing such inhuman power can get into her head even if she doesn't realize it. Although Sefirot's semi-sentient nature keeps her in check, Lucette occasionally displays signs of a person with god complex, a well-meaning one, but complex nonetheless.

Nevertheless, in the end, she's definitely someone you can rely upon whether as a comrade, mentor, or just a shoulder to cry on, and an irreplaceable asset to the Marrywell Academy.

History

One of the veteran Magical Girls in active service, Lucette's history traces back to France in the middle of the 20th century, a most tumultuous era for mankind, the era that saw numerous armed conflicts on a global scale, including two world wars.

Lucette was just a young French girl born in the 1920s and she grew up in a world still reeling from the aftermath of the first world war. Born to a baker father and housewife mother, both devout Catholics, she was raised in a religious environment. Perhaps if destiny had decided otherwise, she'd have grown up to be a baker herself, married a handsome childhood friend of hers, bore healthy children, and passed away peacefully with her extended family beside her deathbed, perhaps that would've been the kinder fate, but alas...

Fascists from the neighboring Germany and Italy and all the way across the world in Japan decided that the world should bend their knees to them, thus sparking the second world war, a mere short two decades after the first one. France thought that the Maginot Line would be able to keep the Germans at bay, but little did they know that the Germans had learned from their last defeat, their forces stormed through the Ardennes Forest and caught the French off guard, thus setting into motion of the country's eventual downfall.

Lucette's home village was among those ravaged by the horrors of war, she was still in the tender age of 15 when German forces arrived to clash with the ill-prepared French army. To say the ensuing battle was one-sided would be an understatement. Lucette, her family, and other villagers took shelter within the town's church, hoping, praying to God that they would deliver them from this calamity, and then... something answered, but whatever it was, it certainly was not God's work.

Perhaps attracted by all the death and destruction in the area, dark creatures emerged from the shadows, abominations of the natural order, ones only known as 'Pageless'. The demons ravaged through the battlefield, holding no allegiance but to themselves as they ripped and tore through both German and French soldiers, sowing complete chaos to both sides as the creatures devoured the humans for their life force. Obviously, any villagers they found weren't treated any different, meat is meat after all.

Lucette watched with her own eyes how a pack of black wolf-like creatures with exposed ribs and jagged fangs broke into the church and pounced on the townsfolk, one by one in quick succession. In panic, her mother tried to hide her only daughter in the Church's confessional even as her husband was torn to pieces behind her. However, something snapped in Lucette as she refused to hide just to watch her mother die, the young girl grabbed a bible in her desperate search for a weapon, bolted out of the confessional, and dauntlessly leapt between her mother and a skeletal wolf to smack its ugly mug!

That was when it happened... the 'bible' wasn't just a Holy Book, but a Grimoire instead. It shone in a bright golden light, a blinding light that dazed the monsters and enveloped Lucette, its Bearer. In an instant, Lucette Delacroix the village girl was no more and in her place, Lumiere, Guardian of the Lord, descended from the heavens to protect His faithful. Not knowing what exactly happened, Lumiere merely followed her instincts as she burned each and every monster around her, avenging her father and saving her mother.

Now, decades later, even long after her mother had passed away from old age, Lucette remained, though a woman in her 90s, the same burning desire to protect her loved ones back in that church endured.

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Pyralis Constantina

PYRALIS CONSTANTINA

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AGE:

17

GENDER:

Female

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Casual Outfit

Pyra stands at a rather modest 157cm (5'2") with an athletically lean build befitting a full-fledged Frame Pilot, an able body honed and trained with the best facilities the skybase could offer. The late-teen possesses brown hair framing sapphire blue eyes and a light-yellowish complexion that's most known among those of East Asian ethnicity. Said hair is cut quite short, barely reaching past her ears. She has a long prominent scar across the small of her back, a remnant of an old wound, one that changed her life forever.

When off-duty, she usually wears modest clothes of no particular style, blending with the common people. The only notable thing to point out is that her glasses aren't prescription as she has perfect 20/20 vision; it's actually a neat gadget that has all the functions of a mobile phone, interactable via an augmented reality UI that she can manipulate with her fingers.

SKILLS:

Aside from all the necessary skills relevant to being an elite soldier, a Frame Pilot specifically, Pyra fancies herself a tactician; whether in tabletop or video games, she loves playing various kinds of strategy games. Although she can't hold a candle to the actual pros out there who fully dedicate their time to RTS games, it's evident that she has talent and had fate spun otherwise, Pyra could see herself competing in the major leagues.

She's aware that tabletop wargaming is quite demanding on the pocket, what's with all the sets, minis, and paint necessary to field an impressive army; fortunately for her, being a Frame Pilot pays quite well considering how important and dangerous their role is as humanity's first line of defense against the Warped.

CHI-MECHFRAME: Infernus

❖ Appearance:

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❖ Abilities:

Codenamed "Infernus", Pyra's Chi-Mechframe is designed from the Core of a black-red-scaled wyvern-like Warped, one that could launch fireballs and plumes of flames from its throat. When engaged, Infernus shapes into two distinct forms: First, it manifests an armored dress that possesses the supernatural durability of the beast it came from, with tongues of flames occasionally swirling around its wearer. Second, it conjures a curious lance-shaped weapon that acts as the beast's head and neck, as expected, the weapon is specialized to spew intense flames, and unlike mundane fire, Infernus' blaze is capable of effectively scorching through Warped hide and flesh.

Pyra's combat style enables her to work best as a mid-to-long ranged combatant, particularly artillery bombardment and area denial. Mass destruction is the name of the game for Infernus as it's effective against hordes of smaller enemies or a single gigantic foe due to its destructive AoE potential. On the flipside, the Mechframe struggles against singular man-sized elite targets or simply those agile enough to swiftly get into melee range.

Furthermore, just like the monster whose Core it holds, Infernus grants the wearer free flight as Pyra sprouts flaming wings from her boots, carving a fiery trail through the sky with her movements, although it's not particularly agile. She mainly uses this ability to gain a bird's eye view over a particular area, which will most likely be followed by orbital bombardment of said area, while on the other hand, her lack of speed means aerial dogfighting isn’t ideal. She’s more of a carpet bomber than a jet fighter so to speak.

BIOGRAPHY:

Personality

When at the field, clad in her custom-built Chi-Mechframe, Pyralis is a no-nonsense soldier who displays a nigh-unshakable composure. She seems to always have a cold expressionless stare, always ready to follow orders without delay, no matter how dangerous it may be. Her words become terse, only speaking when necessary. One could argue that in the face of mortal danger posed by the Warped, there's no room for doubt as hesitation means certain death.

However, for those who know her from work - such as fellow Frame Pilots - they may be surprised that Pyra exudes nothing of the tranquil fierceness of her Mechframed self. When not in her suit, Pyra is a much more docile person, demure and compassionate, she becomes more "human" so to speak. In fact, this gentle girl is the real Pyra. This is certainly a far cry from the intimidating expressionless machine as she unleashes hellfire upon the Warped menace, a living weapon in the form of a mechanized girl. She doesn't exactly know why herself, but the prevailing theory is that the biomechanical suit instills a part of the beast's ferocity into her.

Background

The brunette couldn’t really remember her blood parents, at least not through her own missing memories. What she knew was told to her by her adoptive father. So it went that one Nikolaos Constantina - a (now-retired) foot soldier of the military - was tasked along with his comrades in an operation to hunt down a wyvern-esque Warped that had been terrorizing one too many caravans and smaller settlements. The unit eventually managed to hunt it down, but unfortunately only after it was just done scorching a poor hamlet.

At first glance, it seemed there were no survivors as flames raged through each and every building they could see, but just as he was about to leave with his comrades, Nikolaos heard... wailing, a cry amongst the fire, an child’s cry to be specific. He located it down to find a young girl trapped inside a burning house, looking no older than twelve summers at most. Much to the soldiers’ shock, not only she was about to burn to death, they could also see a nasty gash across the small of her back, like something jagged had sliced her flesh open; the poor thing was both burning and bleeding, crying her heart out from all the suffering she's in.

Naturally, the soldiers did all in their power to rescue the child with Nikolaos himself being the one who personally scooped her up and dashed outside before the roof crumbled behind him, but only moments later, she fell into a coma due to the shock. However, due to their efforts, she managed to receive medical care and recover, although not completely as she but all lost most of her memories prior to the incident.

Taken by pity, Nikolaos brought the sole survivor home and officially adopted her. Though unmarried, he decided to raise the lucky child himself. In lieu of her lost identity, he christened her "Pyralis", (Born) of Fire, and what a poetic name it is as she’d eventually grow up to be among the elite Frame Pilots, one that specializes in using flames to purge any and all abominations that dared to threaten what remained of humanity’s existence.

How could she even qualify where so many others had failed, one might ask. Well, as it turned out, there was a very specific reason for that; the wound she suffered was from the very same Warped that burned down the settlement and an Echidna infected her through said wound. As research had shown from the young soldier who became the first Frame Pilot, those infected with Echidna but didn't mutate made fine candidates to be Frame Pilots as the Chi-Mechframes wouldn't reject them. This revelation came to her when recruiters from a certain skybase scouted her out, they extended an invitation for her to be inducted into the Frame Pilot training program.

This was certainly unexpected, but... she didn't really mind, in fact, she was kind of happy about it. See, she had always idolized her adoptive father for being such a brave soul, risking life and limb so humanity wouldn't go extinct, and if she could follow in his footsteps, she'd gladly walk that path. In a way, this was her way of repaying her saviors in kind. She was enthusiastic enough to abandon a normal life and - with the blessings of her father - accepted the recruiters’ offer; now at 17 years old, the brunette had become a full-fledged pilot, Frame Pilot Pyralis, the One Born in Fire.

TRIVIA:

❖ Color Code: e95f1b
❖ Pyralis is ethnically Japanese, but adopted into a Greek family.
❖ Somewhat ironically, she loves cold beverages and dessert; soft drinks, yoghurt, ice cream, parfait, etc.

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Taslim Nurkholis

TASLIM NURKHOLIS

Unseen, Unheard

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ALIAS:

Agent 17-45

ALIAS:

Vellum Society (Current), M16 Secret Intelligence Service (Former)

AGE:

36

GENDER:

Male

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Standing Profile

Standing at 178cm (5'10"), Taslim is an adult man of Malay descent, a bit taller than the average of his ethnicity. He has short dark hair with a bluish sheen, matching the color of his eyes. Due to his occupation, Taslim is unsurprisingly well-built, athletically slim and an example of a naturally prime stature. Though looks matter little in his line of work, he has been described as 'dreamily stoic’ and 'handsomely roguish' by others who find him attractive.

COMBAT STYLE

Being an accomplished ex-MI6 agent before joining the Vellum Society, it should come to no surprise that Taslim is a highly-trained individual, both in and out of combat, equally dangerous whether armed or unarmed. As a cold, calculating agent preferring to stay off the stage and instead let the results of his work take the spotlight, Taslim prefers to accomplish his missions without anyone knowing that he was even there as according to his personal motto "Unseen, Unheard". However, if push comes to shove, then he'll have no hesitation to throw down, showing that the silent assassin doesn't necessarily shy away from direct confrontation when forced.

❖ Skills:

❖ Firearm Expert:

Taslim possesses expertise in various types of small arms; from sidearms to rifles, though ideally, he prefers to engage his targets from a distance using a scoped marksman rifle with a suppressor attached, but when pulled into short-to-mid-ranged engagements, then he'll have no qualms in switching to more appropriate weapons such as pistols, SMGs, shotguns, and assault rifles, whatever it takes to neutralize the threat before him. One shot, one kill, then a covert exfil, that's how it should be, but experience tells him time and time again that even the best-laid plans do not survive first contact with hostiles, thus being able to improvise, adapt, and overcome is imperative in his line of work.

❖ Pencak Silat CQC Practitioner:

A proper operative shouldn't find themself helpless even without firearms, thus, Taslim makes full use of his Malay heritage's traditional martial arts style, Pencak Silat. Employing swift punches, kicks, and grapples, Pencak Silat exclusively aims to accomplish one thing, to neutralize the target(s) ASAP. In its truest form, the style eschews any pretentious sense of “honor” and “fair play”; strikes to the eyes, neck, and groin are all fair game, in fact, preferred. In the field, there's no room for pity, nor hesitation.

❖ M16 Agent Skillset:

In addition to the above, having been a fully-fledged agent of the MI6, Taslim possesses the following skills as part of the mandatory skillset required for all operatives; gadgetry, reconnaissance, and explosives usage and management.

❖ Special Trait:

An eye for detail, Taslim possesses a nigh-superhuman talent in noticing small details; objects in the environment, an individual's gestures and expression, texts in documents, etc. After all, as the saying goes "The Devil's in the details" and you won't believe just how much crucial information can be gathered by simply being more observant. Sometimes, the difference between a mission being a landslide success or a FUBAR is in discovering one tiny clue.

COMBAT SLOTS:

❖ Preferred Equipment:

When given the chance, Taslim always brings his two most prized tools of the trade; a Glock G17 pistol and a Walther WA2000 marksman rifle, the latter in which only 176 were ever made in the world. Both weapons are often - if not always - equipped with a suppressor as befitting his preferred method of engagement. For personal protection, he wears a kevlar-padded suit and pants. For CQC, Taslim conceals a pair of karambit combat knives in his sleeves, the traditional weapon of Pencak Silat practitioners.

❖ Special Slot:

Though Taslim has perfect 20/20 vision, a pair of glasses can often be seen perched upon his visage, as functional as it's stylish, the lenses and frame are made from bulletproof material.

BIOGRAPHY:

Personality

A naturally calm and collected person, Taslim's stoicism is tempered even further by both mental conditioning and field experience, creating a cold, calculatingly pragmatic operative who can be relied on to get the job done. Quiet and unassuming, the ex-MI6 agent strives to attract as little attention as possible when accomplishing his objectives. A suppressed shot to the head, a quick slit of the throat, and when possible, discreet disposal of the body. After all, missions already have enough risks of complications by default, no need to add even further if he can help it.

The Indonesian-British is capable of fully separating his occupational and personal life, practically a requirement considering his line of work. Whatever happens in the job, stays in the job, as such, he doesn't have many personal friends, nor seeks to rectify it, but he treasures the few that he does have.

Backstory

A British native with Indonesian parentage, Taslim's early life was nothing special. His family wasn't particularly poor, nor rich, simply a run-of-the-mill middle-class Southeast Asian immigrant family in the United Kingdoms. A quiet, obedient yet independent child, Taslim could be described as a "model student" of a son. If there was anything notable about Taslim’s childhood was that he had always preferred noir movies above others, stories of gritty hard-boiled investigators set upon a monochromatic urban landscape, so much so that he aimed to actually pursue this line of work growing up.

Upon graduating from high school, Taslim entered the police academy instead of a more traditional university, there, his career steadily grew until he was promoted to detective constable of the Metropolitan Police, the British police force with jurisdiction over the Greater London area. Over the years, his stellar performance as an investigator attracted the attention of the MI6, Britain's intelligence agency who scouted him, an offer that he took. From there, the detective-turned-secret agent embarked on multiple missions in service of his country, carving an exemplary track record as a silent assassin, unseen and unheard.

As if forming a pattern, Taslim's feats drew the attention of the shadow organization only known as the 'Vellum Society', which approached him through their MI6 contacts, then for the second time in his life, he switched employers. With his admirable skills, experience, and reliability, he'd no doubt be one of Vellum's premium assets during their struggle to achieve a seat at the High Table.

...preferably with no one ever knowing that he played a part in the first place.

OTHER:

❖ Color Code: 9cacee
❖ Taslim is a 2nd-generation immigrant, born from a pair of Indonesian parents who moved to the UK before his conception. He has a great amount of respect for the culture of his ancestors.
❖ He speaks English and Indonesian with native-level fluency. He's also quite fluent in French, German, and Russian, though speaks them with an accent.

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Teratoma

A-188: TERATOMA

Fleshweaver

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AGE

Unknown

GENDER:

Indeterminable (Feminine Persona)

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In its true, unadulterated form, the Anomaly codenamed as "A-188: Teratoma" can be visually described as a mass of pulsating red flesh, similar yet distinct from the tissue of mammalians, sitting in that uncanny valley of horror beyond the reaches of traditional comprehension of reality. It's able to shape and form various appendages at will including, but not limited to: prehensile tentacles, clusters of unblinking eyes, and pockets of maws lined with jagged teeth.

Peculiarly, due to Teratoma's great fondness with another Anomaly, the one registered as "A-187: Lonesome Princess", it has adopted a humanoid persona based on the Princess' physical appearance, taking the form of a young girl of West European descent standing at 136cm (4'6") with pale complexion, knee-length dark green hair, and eyes with green-red heterochromia with their irises' respective positions mirrored against each other. However, in contrast to the Lonesome Princess, Teratoma prefers to emulate modest clothing such as a simple white sundress in lieu of expansive frilly dresses worn by the Princess. Notably, this is the form that Teratoma adopts by default whenever she needs to be "presentable" as her true form isn't very... conducive for social situations.

EQUIPMENT:

❖ None:

Due to the hassle of keeping objects on her person as a shapeshifter, Teratoma has no equipment owned by herself specifically. Out in the field, should she ever find herself needing to use tools, she'll simply borrow from other Agents or loot one from the environment, whichever is more convenient at the time.

SKILLS & ABILITIES:

As an Esh-class Anomaly, Teratoma is capable of performing feats of eldritch persuasion that completely betrays the average person's understanding of how reality should work. Even the mere sight of her true self will often be enough to send most civilians fleeing in terror or catatonically cowering in abject horror.

Those abilities - as observed and documented by Sefirot - are as follows:

❖ Amorphous Fleshweaver:

Teratoma is an amorphous pseudo-organic entity that possesses virtually perfect control of her own metabolism. In practice, she's able to morph, shape, and sculpt her body at will, forming new appendages and organs simply by willing them, although she requires prior knowledge to know how to shape a select limb. Said knowledge is best acquired by consuming the biomass of other creatures; a lock of hair, a piece of skin, a finger, an arm, ...a whole body, the more mass the better. However, this seemingly boundless ability has an important caveat, Teratoma is unable to emulate powers deemed to be "intangible" such as magic - the ability to cast arcane spells - being the most common example.

For a more in-depth example: If Teratoma consumes a fire-breathing creature, whether she can acquire its flame breath depends whether the creature uses an organic, physical heat sac in its throat or some form of magical pyromancy to generate its flames, Tera can emulate the former, but not the latter.

For navigating the world around her, Teratoma possesses each equivalent of a human's five senses, with touch and smell being her best, easily rivaling moles and bloodhounds respectively. In addition, she's capable of experiencing what's known as 'synesthesia', perceiving a sensation commonly attributed to a select sense via another such as; 'smelling' the color of blue or 'seeing' the scent of honey.

❖ Starfish Alien Physiology:

The only real vital organ that Teratoma possesses is a 'core', a lump of chewy flesh-like matter roughly the size of a tennis ball. As such, as long as this core isn't destroyed, Tera is able to eventually regenerate with no adverse effects, quite similar to a starfish. However, this doesn't mean she's unstoppable, nor invincible. Attacks of mundane and magical nature can still damage her body mass and at some point, she'll be incapacitated, alive but left helpless at the hands of her enemies, just like a starfish who has lost all of its arms surrounded by hungry predators. In such a situation, without the assistance of allies, she's as good as dead.

❖ Lovecraftian Psyche:

Summoned from a plane of reality utterly different from where Earth resides, although Teratoma can emulate the personality and behaviors of a 'person', the fact remains that Teratoma's mind inherently does not function like a typical human or even any other earthborne creatures really. This nature primarily manifests in her unpredictable reactions to mind-affecting phenomenons coming from humans and other Anomalies alike (Note: How each mind-affecting phenomenon affects Teratoma on a case-by-case basis is left to the discretion of the Game Masters).

One beneficial case example of this is Tera's complete immunity to Avon-Class Anomaly "A-187: Lonesome Princess"'s 'Gift Curse'. Tera is one of the entities known to be unaffected even after accepting a gift from the Princess. Whether this has to do with Tera's alien mind, Princess' gifts, or both, Sefirot staff still can't be sure.

BIOGRAPHY:

Psychological Profile

Though initially behaving no different than a simple animal when first encountered by Sefirot Agents, further observations at the organization's highly-secure facility discovered that the Esh-Class Anomaly codenamed "A-188: Teratoma" exhibits sapient-level capability to learn, think, and feel... to an extent. There are clear signs pointing to the Anomaly is more accurately emulating human behaviors instead of learning them instinctively like a normal human child. For lack of better words, Teratoma is like a fish who has learned how to walk on dry land. It's quite awkward and odd, but functional nonetheless.

Overall, she exhibits quite similar mannerisms as Avon-Class Anomaly "A-187: Lonesome Princess".

Background

Teratoma originated from a plane of reality existing beyond the boundaries of Earth's local universe, a spawn of the cosmic horror entity mentioned in hushed whispers and lost dark tomes as "Shub-Niggurath, Great Mother of a Thousand Young", it was called upon into the material world by a would-be warlock. Said warlock wished to evolve beyond mundane humanity, free from the ravages of age, disease, and even physical rigidity. In his relentless pursuit, he poured countless years and fortune to finally discover and prepare for the eldritch ritual.

After hours upon hours of continuous chanting, bloodletting, and offerings, he... succeeded, he summoned what he deemed to be a 'perfect lifeform', finally immortality shall be his!-...

...-and the first thing the creature did to repay its summoner was to consume him whole, in an ironic twist of something gone horribly right, he was now one with it, becoming 'immortal' just as he intended, but perhaps not in the way he envisioned.

As for the Fleshweaver Spawn, still hungry for more sustenance, it eventually found its way out of the warlock's hideout and into the streets, causing... not-insignificant numbers of horrified screams and soiled breeches purely by its physical appearance alone. This naturally attracted the attention of Sefirot - specifically Branch-092 - who sent their Agents to contain the newly-discovered Anomaly. Fortunately, despite being classified as an Esh-tier, the creature proved rather benign, easily persuaded into cooperation by offering it fresh meat... lots and lots of meat. It was then taken into a secure facility for safe containment. There, it was christened "A-188: Teratoma" due to its bizarre physiology bearing resemblance to the namesake medical condition.

Within the facility, in a curious turn of events, two Anomalies of completely different nature formed a sibling relationship, Teratoma and Avon-Class Anomaly "A-187: Lonesome Princess" as the former proved to be immune to the latter's brainwashing gifts, leading to the two cultivating a bond, with some staff denoting them to be quite similar to human sibling dynamics.

Influenced by its apparent fondness for the Lonesome Princess, Teratoma began taking after the other anomaly's looks, behavior, and mannerisms, in what some facility staff equated to the 'filial imprinting' phenomenon commonly found in chickens, ducks, and geese. This turned out to be a boon for Sefirot as by employing parenting-style indoctrination, they had managed to convince the Fleshweaver that the Lonesome Princess is her older sister, Sefirot is family, humans are friends, and hostile Anomalies are 'bad monsters', and as a good girl, she should protect her family and friends from the "bad monsters". As a result, the eldritch, unnerving, yet rather innocently gullible entity agreed to become an Agent in service of Branch-092.

OTHER:

❖ Color Code: 26ffea & fe2863
❖ While Tera can consume virtually everything organic in nature, including otherwise harmful substances such as poison and strong acid, her most absolute favorite is flesh, preferably raw and fresh.
❖ Tera's "clothes'' aren't actually clothes, they're flaps of fibrous skin shaped to emulate fabric. Uncanny or fascinating or both.

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Angelie Belrose, Angel

ANGELIE BELROSE

Messenger of Gunpowder

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CODENAME & NICKNAMES:

Angel | Angie, Ellie

AGE:

25

SEX:

Female

APPEARANCE (HUMAN):

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Standing at 165cm (5'5"), Angel isn't particularly short, nor tall compared to the average adult female demographic in the USA. In terms of stature, she possesses an athletically slim figure. Set upon her head are locks of chin-length light blonde hair framing a pair of amber irises. People she has met throughout her life have in general described her visage to be "cute yet handsome". With the right costume, she can easily fit the role of a dreamy androgynous prince.

APPEARANCE (ESPER):

Visual References

In her Esper form, Angel's height and stature remain identical, however, her light-blonde locks redden to become fiery red as if her flaming irises exert their influence upon her hair. Furthermore, a golden halo crowns her head and a pair of wings in the shape of glowing golden prisms project from her back, altogether emulating the image of a Malakhim, Heavenly Messengers of Jehovah. Lastly, like most - if not all - espers, her Instrument and Style spawn on her, replacing any apparel she might have worn prior to the transformation.

GRIMOIRE:

Visual References

A gold pendant in the shape of the Christian cross, its surface encrusted with flawless rubies and attached to it is a necklace composed of equally golden chain links. "Dark"-aligned monsters such as vampires and devils will find the pendant uncomfortably hot to the touch though ultimately harmless.

INSTRUMENT: Exia

Angel's signature instrument and primary tool of offense. Exia takes the form of a modern firearm, resembling yet not exactly alike the KRISS Vector SMG, along with functions and features one may expect from said weapon but with one key distinction, it possesses an endless magazine as the instrument simply forms bullets out of thin air using Angel's mana, thus bypassing the need to reload.

GRADE: Silver
KEYWORD: Long Gun
DAMAGE TYPE: Physical
DAMAGE: C
SPEED: C
SENTINEL: D
SPECIAL: Fight-and-Flight - Just like Angel herself, Exia is most at home in the air. While the user is airborne, the instrument functions as if it has +1 Rank to DAMAGE.

STYLE: Holy Amendment

A set of techwear combat uniform, quite commonplace amongst GEMINI agents. The word 'A N G E L' is emblazoned on both of its sleeves.

GRADE: Silver
PHYSICAL: D
ARCANE: D
CHAOS: C
SPECIAL: Virtuous Veil - A holy aura composed of golden particles orbit Angel whenever she's airborne. This aura grants her +1 PHYSICAL defense against ranged attacks using solid projectiles (e.g., bullets, throwing knives, etc).

GENRE: Seraphic Savior

Angel channels the divine powers of the Malakhim, the Lord's Holy Messengers, to protect His faithfuls from all those who wish evil upon them.

GRADE: Gold
ELEMENT: Wind
NOTES: [Storm (4), Flight (6)], Push (2), Pull (2), Shield (4), Reflect (4), Purify (6), AoE (2), Extend (2), Full Extend (4), Enhance (2), Full Enhance (4), Quicken (0), Recoil (2)
SPECIAL: Zephyr of Eden - The winds of heaven carry and protect His Messengers so they may bring divine judgment from above! Firstly, if Angel uses the [Bronze Self] Cast Note, the [Flight] Effect Note can be added to the Melody for free. Secondly, whenever Angel is affected by the [Flight] Effect Note, it effectively becomes +1 Rank stronger.

LEITMOTIF: Auric Angel

Incorruptible and rust-immune, Angel's supernaturally divine power emulates the untarnishable precious metal.

GRADE: Bronze
SPECIAL: All Melodies cast by Angel visually appear to be swirls and/or particles of golden light. This effect is purely cosmetic.

BACKUP: None Yet

GM Note: New characters do not start the RP with a Backup, and must forge relationships in Pax Septimus to earn one.

GRADE: -
SPECIAL: -

PR: Pistol (80), Flash Bang (40), SDW (Combat Knife) (20), Handcuffs (10)

Gear and equipment bestowed to Angel so she's not as defenseless should she’s engaged in combat without access to her Esper form for one reason or another. Overall, they're designed to emulate her preferred fighting style. Though these tools are nowhere close in effectiveness compared to her Grimoire, they're still better than having nothing at all.

GRADE: Silver
SPECIAL: Glock 17 - Upgrades the Pistol into a Glock 17, a standard-issue law enforcement handgun with a 17 rounds magazine.

FACTION:

G.E.M.I.N.I.

TRIVIA:

Personality

Cheerful, confident, and brave if not borderline fearless, the Esper codenamed as 'Angel' (Real Name: Angelie Belrose) seems to shine like a beacon of optimism and hope, a beacon that may be warmly welcomed or be seen as blindingly naive. This figuratively shining presence is - for better or worse - compounded twofold whenever Angel is assigned to the same squad as a certain fellow Esper and GEMINI Agent, the Knight of Tomorrow. A deeply religious person, Angel sees the circumstances of her life that led her to where she is right now as a task bestowed upon her by the Almighty Lord Himself. As evil, atrocities, and monsters - both of human and alien nature - plague the streets unchecked, it falls upon her and her comrades-in-arms to defend those who can't defend themselves.

Deeply buried inside the self-proclaimed savior's psyche is a nigh-crippling sense of regret and copious amounts of self-blame. If only she listened, if only she followed in his footsteps, if only she wasn't so... weak, then perhaps, her life could've been much different. God had shown her the price of hubris by taking her most beloved, opening her eyes to the path she must follow and now, if she can save others from the same fate then it shall be her divinely-ordained mission, for God Wills It.

Biography

The one and only daughter of Harold Belrose and Audrey Belrose, the latter who passed away shortly after childbirth, Angelie was raised in a single-parent household in New York City, USA. As the child of an NYPD Officer who's also a devout Christian, the blonde was raised with the principles of duty, discipline, and faith, lessons that she found much too stiff and authoritarian to her liking, and dare she could say... boring? Though it was quite apparent that little Angelie took after her upbeat, cheerful, and easy-going mother than her 'holy paladin' of a father, Harold had never once given up trying to impart his values upon the love of his life for he saw Angelie as a responsibility that God and his departed wife placed upon him. How could he afford to let her stray from the path of righteousness, knowing his wife is watching him from heaven?

Alas, those lessons never really stuck and despite her father's insistence for her to attend church and see how noble being a policeman is, Angelie took them halfheartedly, never really giving any serious thoughts to either. On the flipside, ever since she was but a young girl, Angelie had always wanted to be a paraglider, she believed that there's nothing better in life than soaring through the air like an eagle, feeling the winds against her skin, free as she could be. Her mind was set, no matter what her father would say or do, she would never pick up a badge and a firearm for her place belonged in the clear open sky, not the dirty streets of downtown New York. She'd soar in the aether, but not to get closer to God for she'd be doing it for herself, on her own terms.

Perhaps this was why God showed her a lesson, as one day, instead of attending Sunday church together with her father, Angelie preferred to go on a paragliding competition. If only she was there with him... she could've convinced him to not answer that emergency call, could've diverted him from encountering that Weretiger, ...could've saved him from being torn to shreds. Yes, she could've done all that yet she didn't. Now she was an orphan and it was all her fault.

Weeks of sleepless nights later, Angelie was attending church when she stumbled upon… a miracle, suddenly appearing clenched between the palms of her hands as if it had materialized out of thin air. A most beautiful ruby-encrusted gold pendant in the shape of the Holy Cross, complete with a necklace just as exquisite, and with it, an inexplicable hum ringing within her mind, divine and heavenly like the choir of angels. This... this must be a sign, the Lord Almighty had given her a chance at redemption!

"A Grimoire", the men in black suits told her, and apparently having one makes her an 'Esper'. Well, if God wishes her to be an Esper to continue her late father's work, then so be it. Whether the NYPD or this GEMINI organization, as long as she could protect the innocent from evil, the very same evil that took her father and who knew how many more. No matter how hard she must train, how difficult her life ahead would be, she would bear it all with a smile for she knows, tis' God's Will.

Footnote

25 | Female | G.E.M.I.N.I. | Auric Angel
Exia | Long Gun | Physical | Fight-and-Flight
Holy Amendment | Angel of GEMINI
Seraphic Savior | Wind | Zephyr of Eden
[Storm (4), Flight (6)], Push (2), Pull (2), Shield (4), Reflect (4), Purify (6), AoE (2), Extend (2), Full Extend (4), Enhance (2), Full Enhance (4), Quicken (0), Recoil (2)

DAMAGE: C | SPEED: C | SENTINEL: D | Max Mana: 1000

PHYSICAL: E | ARCANE: D | CHAOS: C | Current Mana: 1000

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Footnote

25 | Female | G.E.M.I.N.I. | Auric Angel
Exia | Long Gun | Physical | Fight-and-Flight
Holy Amendment | Angel of GEMINI
Seraphic Savior | Wind | Zephyr of Eden
[Storm (4), Flight (6)], Push (2), Pull (2), Shield (4), Reflect (4), Purify (6), AoE (2), Extend (2), Full Extend (4), Enhance (2), Full Enhance (4), Quicken (0), Recoil (2)

DAMAGE: C | SPEED: C | SENTINEL: D | Max Mana: 1000

PHYSICAL: E | ARCANE: D | CHAOS: C | Current Mana: 1000

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Remilia Scarlet

REMILIA SCARLET

The Scarlet Devil

Theme

UNIVERSE OF ORIGIN:

Touhou Project

GENDER:

Female

APPEARANCE:

Visual References

Standing Profile

Standing at just around 130cm (4'3") with a petite, undeveloped build, Remilia the Scarlet Devil superficially appears like a young girl no older than ten winters, however, between her blood-red slitted eyes, glinting sharp fangs, and chiropteran wings sprouting from her back, it becomes immediately clear that she's no mere human. Within the context of her home universe, she's a 'vampire', sharing the term with the likes of Count Dracula, however, her kind is more accurately youkai rather than undead, made evident by her possessing a pale but otherwise healthy complexion, a living body with a functional heart, and definitely most importantly, a reflection in the mirror.

Biologically immortal as it's common with youkai-kin, Remilia is a quincentennial despite what her outward appearance may suggest.

EQUIPMENT:

❖ Garb of the Scarlet Devil:

Due to the abrupt nature of her exodus into the universe of Cerennia, the otherwise affluent Scarlet Devil didn't manage to bring anything other than the clothes she was already wearing on her person; her signature light pink frilly dress and matching bonnet. Other than being magically enchanted to self-clean and self-repair by her librarian - Patchouli Knowledge - for Remilia's convenience, they're nothing more than ordinary apparel.

ABILITIES:

For reasons unknown even to herself, Remilia's sudden egress from Gensokyo to this strange unknown universe carried such a severe backlash to her very soul that she's effectively crippled, at least when compared to her former self. Due to being one of the most powerful youkai from a universe full of overwhelmingly powerful entities where even gods are merely considered just as another sapient species, the Scarlet Devil is still a formidable individual even after having lost much of her might.

As such, the abilities listed below reflect her post-isekai incarnation:

❖ Imperfect Superhuman Vessel:

Being a powerful youkai, it's to be expected that feats of mundane physical nature are well within her repertoire. Though enfeebled, Mistress Remilia's body is still far stronger, faster, and sturdier than the average human. This is also true for her senses, especially that of sight, smell, and hearing. Still, whereas before she could go toe-to-toe with a powerful goddess, tear through the hide of mythical beasts with ease, and move faster than the untrained eye can glimpse, now, she can “only” punch through a stone wall at most and even then not without effort.

❖ Flawed Healing Factor:

In her full splendor, Lady Remilia's body heals rapidly enough that most wounds are considered superficial for her and short of outright disintegration on the cellular level, she can eventually regenerate as if nothing happened. In Cerennia, only skin-deep damages are considered superficial while more grievous injuries such as deep lacerations and dismemberment will need anywhere from hours to days depending on the severity.

❖ Exiguous Haemomancy:

One of The Scarlet Devil's signature powers and arguably the more well-known of the two. From conjuring massive amounts of blood-red projectiles, launching the all-piercing Gungnir the Blood Spear, and even blanketing the whole of Gensokyo in a sun-snuffing opaque mist, the latter which came to be infamously known as the "Scarlet Mist Incident'', Remilia's mastery over Haemomancy - Blood Magic - is peerless in her home universe, and while there are arguably more powerful individuals in terms of raw power such as her younger sister, Flandre Scarlet, there’s no other person in Gensokyo more capable of Blood Magic than Mistress Remilia. Alas, even this aspect of her arsenal wasn't exempted from the all-encompassing vitiation, taking the form of a massive reduction in the quality and quantity of her haemomantic feats.

❖ Fate Ab-Manipulation:

The lesser known sibling of Remilia's signature powers, it's said that through the combination of clairvoyance and minor influence over 'reality', the Blood Mistress is able to pluck the 'strings' of fate, subtly manipulating the outcomes of events in the world. In an ironic twist of fate, this esoteric power proves to be an anathema in the foreign universe she finds herself in, the ‘Powers That Be’ deemed this aspect of the Fate Seamstress to be encroaching upon their authority and thus, they neutered her. In Cerennia, Remilia is unable to access Fate Manipulation, plain and simple.

BIOGRAPHY:

Personality

Elegant, regal, and courtly, Noblesse Oblige incarnate, Mistress Remilia the Scarlet Devil presents herself as a stereotypical specimen of West European nobility, juxtaposed anachronistically against the Sinosphere culture of the mythical lands of Gensokyo, the world which she calls home. In line with her contrasting culture, her personality can be described as a curious mix between the wizened wisdom of an ancient matriarch and the curious innocence of a young girl. A thrill-seeking puppetmistress, Remilia prefers when there are interesting events instead of mundane day-to-day life, thus, she's guaranteed to be an observer of 'incidents' in Gensokyo, if not the one causing said incident herself. Regardless, these are all done with harmless intentions as when push comes to shove such as a looming genuine threat to her friends and family, Remilia doesn't hesitate to drop all pretense of courtly elegance and treat said grave threat as it deserves.

After the events of the Scarlet Mist Incident, Remilia has mellowed down somewhat, now able to appreciate the more 'mundane' things in life. However, in all her years, she has never found herself wanting for company, power, influence, and wealth; what will happen when all of those are suddenly ripped away from her? It is a story yet to be told...

Brief History

How and why the Scarlet Sisters - Remilia and Flandre - arrived at Gensokyo were never made clear, but one thing for sure, they hailed from another world. Rumors elaborated their origins as the daughters of Vlad Dracula the Impaler, the Voivode of 15th Century Wallachia, but those in the know would be able to attest that it's a complete hoax, fabricated by the Scarlet Devil herself so people would stop pestering her about their origins. Regardless, over the five centuries since they made their home in Gensokyo, the Scarlet Devil Mansion already became a landmark, a place of intrigue and mystique, an Anglo enclave in the otherwise Oriental land.

Amongst its inhabitants, the grand manor hosted Lady Remilia herself as the Mistress of the House, then her little sister Young Mistress Flandre Scarlet, they're served by numerous attendants and servants, some more notable than others, in which there are three: Sakuya Izayoi the Head Maid, Hong Meiling the Gate Guardian, and Patchouli Knowledge the Chief Librarian. They lived a peaceful life... perhaps too peaceful. Thus, in a show of attention-seeking hubris, Remilia instigated the Scarlet Mist Incident where she caused a Gensokyo-wide phenomenon of blanketing the sky in opaque blood-red mist, causing numerous disruptions and inconveniences to everyone else.

This transgression against the natural order naturally attracted the attention of Hakurei Reimu, Shrine Maiden of the Hakurei Shrine, along with her frenemy, Kirisame Marisa, the so-called 'Ordinary Magician'. Together, the two systematically defeated Remilia and her servants, convincing the Scarlet Devil to end her shenanigans and giving her valuable life lessons in not toying with the lives of others just to satisfy her amusement.

Quite some time had passed since then and interestingly enough, life at Scarlet Devil Mansion became livelier ever since with Remilia and company regularly visiting other places and being visited by others in return, the latter which included Marisa whose penchant for "unsanctioned borrowing" led her to repeatedly enter the mansion's library to "borrow" books, much to the chagrin of Patchouli. It's in one of these days that Remilia decided to toy around with the errant magus for a bit, "Kirisame Marisa, if you can defeat me, then you may take all the tomes and grimoires to your heart's desire, else... you must return everything that you had pilfered." was what she said, little did Remilia know just what would unfold from the seemingly simple challenge...

OTHER:

❖ Color Code: d9457c
❖ Behind her regal persona, Remilia is a curious thrill-seeker who's easily bored, to the point where she often deliberately let others scheme against her even though she's already aware of their machinations, primarily just to see what will happen.
❖ Unlike some oh-so-self-righteous vampires out there, Remilia has no qualms with drinking blood. Her favorite type is B or something else with a similar taste as Type B.

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Evelyn Theophania Konstantin

EVELYN THEOPHANIA KONSTANTIN

Patrician Prodigy

Theme

NICKNAMES:

Eve, Lady Konstantin, Young Mistress Evelyn

AGE:

12

GENDER:

Female

APPEARANCE:

Visual References

Standing Profile

Standing at 144cm (4'9"), Evelyn is a human girl on the cusp of adolescence. With waist-length deep carmine locks framing a pair of bright amethyst eyes, one will be justified to assume that the patrician will one day grow into an extraordinarily fair lady within the next decade, a maiden who will turn heads simply by walking into the room. Born into the lap of luxury as the youngest daughter of the Consul of Helvetia, Evelyn is often clad in the finest apparel that money can buy then meticulously crafted by curated tailors. Furthermore, she often enchants these apparel herself with her artificing skills, turning them into stylish yet durable outfits that can serve as functional body armor and more. Whether socializing or scuffling, Lady Konstantin will never find herself out of style.

MANA POOL TYPE:

Conductor

PASSIVES:

As a natural-born genius with no small amount of wanderlust, Evelyn supplements her prodigious artificing expertise with combat skills, primarily so she can defend herself while out adventuring into exotic places in her endless search for more knowledge. Practically, she'll rarely journey alone, but it's always better to be combat-capable than not when it comes to traveling.

❖ Artificer Prodigy:

Evelyn's primary talent and endless source of passion. It won't be an exaggeration to say that Eve is one of those once-in-a-millennium prodigy, a genius among geniuses, most especially when it comes to anything related to artificing; the art of designing, crafting, and improving tools and equipment via magical means. Her sheer talent for artificing enables her to progress her learning in such a pace that she completed her first project when she was barely a toddler, even though artificing is one of the most time-consuming skills to master. Now at only twelve years old, she can already stand toe-to-toe with Helvetia's finest artificers, and it's predicted that she still has plenty of room to grow even further.

❖ Musketeer Swordswoman:

The set of combat-related skills that Evelyn took it upon herself to learn in order to be allowed to travel beyond Helvetia's borders. Though she's nowhere as extraordinary at combat as artificing, her gifted intellect and fast learning nature allow her to competently wield her weapons of choice, chiefly among them her beloved rapier and hand-musket, which are both designed and crafted by herself. Ideally, she'll have an ally or two to handle the brunt of the fighting for her, but this skill ensures that when push comes to shove, she can still do something instead of being a damsel in distress.

ACTIVES:

Being a caster of the Conductor type, Evelyn heavily relies on her immediate environment to work her magic, which primarily relates to artificing. In the most ideal condition, she'll be at her personal workshop back at the Konstantin Manor, where artificial leylines and arcane generators have been set up in such a way to focus entirely on her, enabling her to create wondrous artifacts, but of course, it'll be folly to expect such convenience during her travels, so when out adventuring, she'll have to make do with what she can work from her current surroundings.

❖ Thaumaturgic Enchantment / Mending:

Using the surrounding mana, Evelyn enchants an item with a magical effect of her choice by carefully tracing magical runes on said item. Alternatively, it can be used to mend a broken item, magical or not. While incredibly versatile, the extent that she can accomplish with this ability is limited by the quantity of the environmental mana and how much time she has to work.

❖ Arcane Nullification / Shatter:

The opposite of above, while Evelyn still makes use of surrounding mana and rune-tracing, she aims to revoke whatever magical enchantments the target object has, turning it into a mundane object, and if that object can't exist without being magical, then she'll end up destroying it. This ability has the same limitations as Thaumaturgic Enchantment.

❖ Parry-and-Shoot:

Evelyn's signature offensive ability. Befitting her preference for self-defense techniques over pure offense, she aims to feint or redirect an attacking opponent with her melee weapon and then use the opening to pepper them with projectiles from her ranged weapon. Evelyn must be wielding a melee weapon in one hand and a ranged weapon in the other to use this ability.

❖ Deflector Prism:

Evelyn's signature defensive ability. By activating her enchanted golden brooch, it projects a cluster of semi-transparent auric prisms around her, forming a personal barrier that prevents both mundane and magical objects from getting through, whether in or out. Each time it deflects something, it loses durability and can eventually be shattered. Upon the barrier's deactivation - voluntarily or otherwise - the brooch requires about five minutes to recharge.

SKILLS:

Aside from her prodigious artificing talents and self-defense abilities, Evelyn also possesses an assortment of skills, as expected from a scion of the prominent Konstantin patrician family, she has been educated by the best tutors in Helvetia, then combined with her rapid learning ability, Eve is well-versed in various subjects ranging from arithmetics, economics, history, geography, and politics. Exposed to the noblesse oblige right after she was born, Eve knows how to carry herself with the elegance and decorum expected from a patrician lady

EQUIPMENT:

Amongst the various gear and supplies she carries on her adventures, Eve is almost never found to be without her three prized possessions, all of them artifacts she designed and crafted herself, her pride and joy. It can be argued that even though Eve herself isn't all that great when it comes to combat, these objects more than make up for it.

❖ Alba Dorata:

Evelyn's signature melee weapon. At first glance, it looks like a mundane - if not well-made - rapier, but its true strength lies in the runes etched upon the length of the blade. Normally invisible to the naked eye unless activated, the runes enable the weapon to project a thin golden glow along the edge of its blade. In this state, Alba Dorata is able to cut through most mundane materials with ease and disrupt the mana circuits of magical targets. As a result, the rapier becomes a deadly weapon even in the hands of a half-competent user, let alone a full-fledged swordsman.

❖ Schwarzerblitz:

Evelyn's signature ranged weapon. It's a curious variation of the musket, projectile weapons utilizing blackpowder to launch a metal bullet at a target, but much more compact, allowing it to be wielded with one hand. Upon pulling the trigger, the weapon powers its arcane mechanisms to belch a miniature bolt of lightning. Between its penetrating power, scorching heat, and nigh-instantaneous travel time, it's safe to say that you don't want to be at the receiving end.

In addition, Schwarzerblitz doesn't function like a traditional blackpowder weapon, it uses mana instead, which is stored in a crystal-infused cartridge. Each cartridge holds six shots and can be recharged via Evelyn's Thaumaturgic Mending skill, this process takes around thirty minutes, modified by the leyline condition due to Eve's Conductor-type mana. Evelyn usually carries five of these cartridges on her person.

❖ Prinzessin:

Evelyn's signature elegant dress. Out of all her equipment, Prinzessin is the one most deceptive in its true functions. Initially appearing like a simple fancy dress, its insides are meticulously carved with numerous sets of runes, each achieving a distinct function, all of them essential. First, the dress is as durable as enchanted metal armor, second, it improves Evelyn's physical prowess to that of a trained adult combatant, and finally, the golden brooch resting between her collarbone is actually a barrier generator (See 'Deflector Prism' above).

BIOGRAPHY:

Personality

If Evelyn must be described in a single word, then it'll undoubtedly be 'precocious'. Far more mature and wise beyond what her age would suggest, Lady Konstantin embodies the concept of exponential growth. This precocity is then further compounded by her gifted mind and being provided with all the education and learning opportunities of a Konstantin family patrician, propelling her to heights normally only achieved by fully-grown adults. An ambitious prodigy, Young Mistress Evelyn possesses boundless curiosity when it comes to expanding her knowledge, particularly when it comes to her deepest passion, artificing. So much so that she's willing to leave the safety of Helvetia to discover exotic places with equally exotic materials and artifacts.

On the flipside, Evelyn can prove rather reckless and impatient. When encountering something that piques her curiosity, she often lets her excitement gets the better of her and throws caution into the wind just to get her hands on that thing. Furthermore, she has little tolerance for... intellectually-challenged individuals for lack of better words; uneducated peasants, simpletons, and close-minded bigots won't go along well with her. Lastly, being born and raised a Helvetian patrician - a Konstantin at that - means Eve never once has to experience hardships, hunger, disease, or any major inconveniences really, and while she's not actively arrogant, she may still come off as out of touch to less-fortunate folks. The young mistress fits like a glove when mingling with the upper echelons of society, but put her in a city slums, then she'll stick out like a sore thumb, visually and socially.

Backstory

Evelyn Theophania of House Konstantin, a young scion of the ruling patrician house of the Republic of Helvetia. As the youngest daughter of Consul Frederick Konstantin and his wife Lady Helena Konstantin, de facto and de jure leader of Helvetia, one of - if not the - most technologically advanced nation in the world, Eve was one of those lucky few who had their life handed to them in a silver platter. Furthermore, being the youngest of five siblings meant that she had little to no expectations of continuing the family legacy, which practically gave her plenty of freedom to choose her own path in life.

Considering everything, it'd be easy for her to settle into a life of decadent luxury; no problems, no worries, a carefree life of hedonistic existence. However, Eve was anything but slothful, the exact opposite in fact. Ever since from a very early age, the flame-haired girl's ambitious nature was apparent. It was as if the Heavens themselves willed her to be the embodiment of her homeland; extraordinarily gifted, boundlessly curious, and possessing precociously exponential growth, it would be an utter waste to simply let the young girl as just another run-of-the-mill patrician. The signs were all there, Eve was destined for greatness.

Recognizing this, her parents - most especially her equally-ambitious father - gave her everything she needed to polish her talents into glittering diamonds, and in the span of merely around a decade, their efforts paid off. At only twelve summers old, Evelyn had grown into a bonafide prodigy, outshining the rest of her siblings. Envious resentment was expected and baseless rumors by uninformed detractors who criticized her parents for treating her more like a lucrative investment than a beloved daughter could simply be ignored, Eve had no time to be humoring those drivel when she had so much more important projects to work on.

Speaking of which, her latest venture would involve journeying into the Ancient City of Nuria in the Land of Twilight, within the territory of the Elven Nation of Varenheim. After extensive preparation - which involved begging for her parents to let her go - Lady Evelyn Theophania Konstantin of Helvetia was ready to join Vesemir Barandir and his group of like-minded adventurers. Only time could tell what manner of wondrous artifacts and materials she would find there. She'd bring them home and make her mark on the history books, nestled among other celebrated scholars of Helvetia!

OTHER:

❖ Color Code: d62524
❖ While she normally acts far more mature than she looks, the opposite is true when she's with her father in private, around him, Evelyn acts like a spoiled toddler instead. This is her guilty pleasure and one she'll keep secret at all cost.
❖ She has a pet cat named 'Mona' that possesses the same carmine hair and amethyst eyes as herself. Whether it was naturally born that way or chromatically altered at some point in its life, it's unclear.