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_{ａ ｌ ｋ ａ ｌ ｉ ｎ ｅ}
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I knew you once, long ago, in the wrath of a supernova did I find you. You were born into a nebula, and I a star. In our union did a thousand and one worlds come alive. And though I no longer remember your face, nor you mine, I never stopped searching.

[Rockette]

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The alliance that is of order and balance, the subject of perfected birthright, the burden to be as she should be rather than what she could be: family a smothering mold, the burden of legacy. Elowen has been sanctioned righteously as a holy blade blessed under the might of All Law and the demanding price of purgatory that rivals the foundations of forsaken heavens lost of their Aeons. To be a weapon of these would-be Gods, the vast well of might and pure ruin sired in these eyes of black that peer through the quivering binds of a soul to purge, annihilate, and set aflame with holy conflagrations. The conceptual alignments of rigid, unyielding prowess that glisten near white-hot with her calloused touch, a reputation forged through the military as the Holy Light, a simplistic moniker that guides the impression of a Soldier prepared to do all in the name of success and glory- to what she believes is right. Elowen is a creature that has given all to her govern, her very soul rapt with their cruelty, her spirit forged through the fire and honed as the weapon sent to eradicate their foes and those that would oppress the Agenda, that defy the Law she has upheld most of her life. By the grace of her heart, of what remains of it, she has not entirely lost her humanity, even if half of it is fused with a deathly god.

Elowen has garnered a reputation of severity with her alarming tactics; the forgone morality of bequeathed death and purging opponents has earned her a rather stoic revere, an assumed facade of unyielding emotion that remains even on the decimated battlefield with her at the center of unwavering violence. She does not yield or break, or bend; she merely is, the Mark of her Aeon an amalgamation of scarring that ascends her spine as a pillar of scorched flesh, reminiscent of a blade wreathed in fire. Though the govern chose Yue for her, their intertwined cells have produced such a bond that bellows Yue's voice of wrath through her mind; their influence glimpsed through the hidden white fire that shimmers yonder the black of her piercing gaze and severe brow that wears an eternal glare. Elowen has been with Solider for nearly ten years, taking rank among the infamous military in 2040 when she was seventeen, shortly after The Shin Massacre. She recently gained the rank of Lieutenant in 2048 when she brought down a phalanx of peculiar red-robed fanatics that invaded the Southern ghettos; she's been hunting them ever since.

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[Rockette]

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Y U E

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Yue was one of the first Aeons discovered; their crater was found in the farthest reaches of Palmecia, sunk deep into the mountains of Lullin, where the land remains eternally rapt with snow and ice. It is an unforgiving landscape that gives sanctuary to an unforgiving creature. Forged of white flame and pure, unadulterated power, Yue is an Aeon thought to be a being of complete and unyielding order of life and, subsequently, rebirth. The Law of All its domain of influence, for everything that is as it should be and ever was, that ever could be under its sanction of righteous fury. The means and thought to perform rightful punishment as deemed fit by its perfect judgment upon all life and the souls therein. Law and order their reign with balance sown betwixt white and black. For Yue, there is no grey or diluted solution but a singular path that carves through the existence of every creature, never donned as simply good or evil, but as creatures of purity that burn as the hottest of flame known to man. Yue's demands are harsh, accurate, and unwavering, where no doubt is permitted to eclipse their power or host. They demand total and complete subjugation and worship and accept nothing less.

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[TrippyNightmare]

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A L E X M E Y E R

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Ever thought you were something? The be-all to end all hot shit that wouldn't wipe off the boot of your enemy that stud or hero that everyone could rely on. The shining star in the night, a savior when one called for it? That is what Alex ever wanted to be, growing up in a desolate harsh reality: in this world, change came from within. Quite literally, as a young man, Alex got what he wanted he was groomed to be that hero. Things change when you are treated like a guinea pig, and Alex was a volatile one always prone to lash out and reject fate even when it offered him its slender, soft hand. He was a stubborn Soldier, but one that would meld and bond with Buvelle. There was a dark energy shared with the Aeon he called his. Being a servitor of life and power was all he was, a host and conductor for change in the eyes of the rebellion. No one ever asked if he agreed, nay he was just a useful tool one placated where it was possible. Nothing could hold back his rage, his corruption, or the sheer power Buvelle gave that young boy. He oozed potential, both sides of the conflict could smell it the Harlot more so.

That power was something that could be controlled, and early in to his ten-year stint as a Soldier, the egg heads up on high and stuck Alex with her. Elowen, she was something he was not. Beautiful, deadly, and a vixen but more importantly she was the light to his dark the balance to his chaos. It had been engineered that way, long before they had ever met. Normal people would call it love, or soulmates but being paired to someone he could relate to all along brought out the better side of our dashing rogue. Those three stripes as a Sergeant were all he knew, he was subordinate to her there was a science behind it. She could always find him, and calm him down and he could always hold out until she came. He was her guardian and she was his tactician. Together the pair were equally lethal, and the resistance's best-kept secret. Until, now.

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[TrippyNightmare]

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B U V E L L E

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There is ecstasy in pain, most haven't found it yet but it found Alex Meyer. Buvelle is an Aeon who has fallen from the sky some time ago, picky of who it chooses it needed a host to corrupt and fill with hatred, vitae, and more. The Meyer bloodline was found to be purchased in Buvelle's layered schemes. The Aeon is a trickster by nature, a sinner by virtue, and carries the demeanor of a new god. How and why this Aeon fell hard into the ground from the kingdom it once called home is still uncertain, it's taken a liking to Alex's innocence to mold him into the perfect soldier. Not one loyal to the resistance, but to the Aeon as the trickster's goal is unclear he is often thwarted of any real harm from Elowen and Yue's 'unasked for guidance.' So the Aeon slumbers, ready to manifest on the next instance of rage or revenge. Its powers consist of darkness, chaotic energy and an untapped power, in his worship Buvelle demands only the mischievous, sinful, and merciless follow his calling for they shall be granted access to a greater eternal enlightenment whatever that may be.

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