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Royal Rumble: Side-story

Hider

Name: Sasha Yenina "Crusader"


Age: 15

Grade: 1st year student.

Biography:

Sasha was born as the youngest of three in an aristocratic family, the Yenins. Ever since she was a child, she was fed the ideals of noblesse obligue and her highborn rights. Suffice to say "traditional" does not even begin to describe what kind of upbringing she had. She even had fencing and horseriding. However this left her quite reliant on her servants and elder siblings to do anything relatively modern or proactive. Sasha was however, a free spirit, and she often dreamt of living her own adventures as a white knight. And she tried to escape the mansion a few times.

When she was due of age, her parents, like those before her, enrolled her in Zakarov school where she would try and manifest her true calling and potential. Concerned about how she had received no small amount of coddling, her parents did also something unthinkable: They reduced the number of servants to just the bare minimum to get clothes and food.

Sasha was not happy about this, and turned her dissatisfaction into zeal, becoming quite eager to be a model student and a model knight. Her lack of contact with the modern world and destructive tendencies however put a stain in her otherwise well-intended record. Most students have found her overall fondness of cute things and sweets is an adequate way to quell her fury.

Powers:

Core: Holy Vessel:
Being Blessed by a particularly powerful Goddess of Light and Healing, Sasha's entire body has the quality of a relic. This means that for all intents and purposes, her entire body is holy. Even her sweat is consecrated and akin to holy water. The side effect of being consecrated is that her body is highly resistant to things that would mar her appearance and cripple her, and she will keep as a top fitness member of humankind no matter the circumstances. (It also makes her impossible to get rid of her generous... rear too.)

1: Aegis of Faith: A second layer of protection bestowed by the Goddess of Light, this makes her very unlikely to be affected by hostile magic and mind control - but there is a catch. It is a sustained effort, and the effect is stronger the more willpower she has to fight. Aegis won't work if she is tired or hesitant, or simply unaware of a foe.
2: Healing Hands: The healing aspect of her blessing allows her to shunt and cure wounds by merely touching them. The effect is not limited to her hands and increases with the amount of skin contact involved but intimate contact is seriously inappropiate and fairly scandalous.

3: Fulgurant Bolt: Sasha's ranged attack, a beam of holy energy that is emitted in a straight line from one of her hands, it has light and holy qualities, adequate to purge dark and unholy things. Against other beings the effect is reduced but it still packs quite a punch not unlike an electric taser. The rule of thumb is the more time she charges it the more powerful the blast is, and she can only fire so many in them in quick succession before needing to recharge.
Relationships:

Royal Rumble: Side-story

Hider

Name: Sasha Yenina "Crusader"



Age: 15

Grade: 1st year student.

Biography:

Sasha was born as the youngest of three in an aristocratic family, the Yenins. Ever since she was a child, she was fed the ideals of noblesse obligue and her highborn rights. Suffice to say "traditional" does not even begin to describe what kind of upbringing she had. She even had fencing and horseriding. However this left her quite reliant on her servants and elder siblings to do anything relatively modern or proactive. Sasha was however, a free spirit, and she often dreamt of living her own adventures as a white knight. And she tried to escape the mansion a few times.

When she was due of age, her parents, like those before her, enrolled her in Zakarov school where she would try and manifest her true calling and potential. Concerned about how she had received no small amount of coddling, her parents did also something unthinkable: They reduced the number of servants to just the bare minimum to get clothes and food.

Sasha was not happy about this, and turned her dissatisfaction into zeal, becoming quite eager to be a model student and a model knight. Her lack of contact with the modern world and destructive tendencies however put a stain in her otherwise well-intended record. Most students have found her overall fondness of cute things and sweets is an adequate way to quell her fury.

Powers:

Core: Holy Vessel:
Being Blessed by a particularly powerful Goddess of Light and Healing, Sasha's entire body has the quality of a relic. This means that for all intents and purposes, her entire body is holy. Even her sweat is consecrated and akin to holy water. The side effect of being consecrated is that her body is highly resistant to things that would mar her appearance and cripple her, and she will keep as a top fitness member of humankind no matter the circumstances. (It also makes her impossible to get rid of her generous... rear too.)

1: Aegis of Faith: A second layer of protection bestowed by the Goddess of Light, this makes her very unlikely to be affected by hostile magic and mind control - but there is a catch. It is a sustained effort, and the effect is stronger the more willpower she has to fight. Aegis won't work if she is tired or hesitant, or simply unaware of a foe.
2: Healing Hands: The healing aspect of her blessing allows her to shunt and cure wounds by merely touching them. The effect is not limited to her hands and increases with the amount of skin contact involved but intimate contact is seriously inappropiate and fairly scandalous.

3: Fulgurant Bolt: Sasha's ranged attack, a beam of holy energy that is emitted in a straight line from one of her hands, it has light and holy qualities, adequate to purge dark and unholy things. Against other beings the effect is reduced but it still packs quite a punch not unlike an electric taser. The rule of thumb is the more time she charges it the more powerful the blast is, and she can only fire so many in them in quick succession before needing to recharge.
Relationships:

~ Valkyria Chronicles - Changing of the Guard ~

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Mila Wagner

_{Garnian Salient: Post-Empire Trench Capture, August 25th - The Battle of Hill 58}

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Move. Move. Move. Mimi clenched her teeth, unable to do anything but to fidget, even though she was directly called out by another sapper who was tending the wounded Darcsen. How did he know her name? It didn't matter. She could feel the stares, and as if an egged viper, she steeled herself. Big sis Mimi would never show weakness if she could help it.

Isaac's speech however, brought her a window of opportunity, something she could do to show she wasn't completely useless. "Just one of our Darcsen troopers wounded, Lance Corporal. They're patching him up". She solemnly said, trying her best not to wake up the dozing Lucia. Poor creature needed sleep more than she needed breathing. Still, Mila Wagner was not finished. The fires were stoked once more, when he saw the other sapper spouting holier than thou crap.

"What a load of bullshit." Mimi snarled, as she stomped towards Archibald. "Are you taking care of our wounded, or are you taking care of your beatiful fantasy, you two-bit preacher. You want to know the reason why I reel when I see Darcsen? How could I not, as they would see me for an Imperial tormentor. People aren't as naive as you think, sapper." Mimi was now levelled against the sapper, staring him down with a piercing gaze as her hand reached for his collar.

"Spare me the drivel. It's all a fucking lie. We invented religion because we wanted to be better than beasts. But the difference between being -rational- and rabid animals, as you can see... is paper thin. It's kill or be killed." Mila said, as she released Archibald from her grasp."Even the little girl in the trench is a murderer... and we have to play pretend she will be fine and that she will be loved."

Innocence Lost: Space Western Science Fantasy (Temporarily Open Again!)

Leaving due to aesthetic differences.

~ Valkyria Chronicles - Changing of the Guard ~

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Mila Wagner

_{Garnian Salient: Post-Empire Trench Capture, August 25th - The Battle of Hill 58}

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Mimi's dirty and grimy visage beamed up slightly. She had been called a Candy Lady... even with hesitations of fear, a clear feminine voice with friendly overtones. She just smiled, and decided to share her stash of candy with the newcomer. Diana was it? She smiled as she deposited the treat in her hand. "Mila Wagner, they call me Mimi." She said.

And now, apparently flirting was happening between the Corporal, who on second look was one of those Darcsen folks. Well at least he wasn't beaten up to death. That'd be bad. She didn't have much time to witness how another woman joined the fray, as she followed Michael, Isaac and the still torn Lucia to another section of the trench. If they were flirting, they probably wouldn't need a sisterly hug.

Lucia did, however, and Mimi forsake her uncleanliness as Isaac and Michael tried to console her. "Nobody will blame you for surviving, little kitten. Nobody. Like they said...we are now brothers and sisters." She told Lucia, as she cooed.

And then another soldier with a Federation uniform collapsed nearby. Mimi stood there, as others rushed to his aid. But she couldn't. She was frozen in the spot, as if she had seen a slimy giant slug crossed with a cockroach. Her otherwise reassuren face blanched all of a sudden, and the hugh he had around the riflewoman became awfully stiff.

"D...Darcsen." She whispered, before letting off Lucia and stepping a few steps back, fidgetting when she spotted Franz.

_{@LetMeDoStuff@Landaus Five-One@Conscripts@Letter Bee}

Innocence Lost: Space Western Science Fantasy (Temporarily Open Again!)

Hi. Refer to It as Bob (V2)

"Sloshy Fleshbags, rejoice, for It, Bob, has decided to grace you with its fiery presence. Also, keep your sebaceous secretions off its shiny crystal surface."

Name: -Unpronounceable-, The Sword of Mars, Lord of Charcoal, Heretic Rho, Burner of Batallions, among many names. It goes by Bob. It just loves how pathetically flappy are the moist operculums of organic races when trying to pronounce it.

Age: Really Old, Crystals grow at a snail's pace.

Physical Description:

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Important items: "Does It look like it has pockets?"

Weapons: N/A

Spell List: Being a Kaisoken all of his spells are Master level.

Phantom Limbs(Telekinesis-World): Bob can create force effects as if it had sloshy appendages, allowing it to manipulated devices like an organic would. It can also hit with the force of a punch and even fling people who aren't too heavy. Like an organic would.

Plasma Jet (World): Bob's spell workhorse, the spell causes to manifest dissociated hot gas to be blasted in a direction towards a target. Bob can either hit a target or propel itself through space at good speed. It has short range, but it packs quite the punch.

Gravity Prison (World): Traps a target into a field that increases the target's gravity self-pull significantly. Softer targets might implode instead of just merely be paralyzed.

Plunder(High): Steals the magic energy of a target in its vicinity.

Disgregate(Change): Bob can turn into a fine dust without suffering any ill effects. While this form allows Bob to seep through crevices, it also makes very vulnerable to attacks that might scatter it across a wide area. The spell is not instantaneous, and if sufficiently disgregated, Bob might eventually cease to exist. Bob can also use it on other targets to slowly and painfully desintegrate them, but it has to be maintaned.

Reaggregate(Change): The opposite spell of Disgregate, Bob can use this to reassemble itself should it suffer damage. It also serves as minor healing spell for fleshbags (but given their sloshy internal structures it won't be able to heal anything beyond clean breaks and cuts). It can also repair broken equipment.

Sonic Armor(World): After a particularly pitched Battle, Bob found out that the fleshy beings were particularly resistant to the dreaded vibrations that would shatter many crystals. Having become acquainted with fleshy humans due to the sheer number of them it has unraveled, Bob can created a flesh facsimile who is supposed to be a mockery of its foes and strike terror on them. Results may vary, However. The armor requires material components to be summoned, and when encumbered with it, Bob loses the omni-directionality of its scanning senses (but gains human senses), and the ability to float and perform Telekinesis.

Force Shield(High): A shield made of raw mana. It's not the most efficient but works against a lot of things. It can protect other targets if they are near disgusting vicinity within Bob.

Misc. Abilities:

Kaisoken Biology: Bob is a durable crystal filled to the brim with mana. As a result he is exceptionally durable against abrasions, piercing attacks and cuts, while being susceptible to massive damage from blunt and sonic weapons. Heat and Cold have very, if little noticeable effect in its structure (though extremely hot temperatures might still melt him) and Kaisoken are resistant to vacuum. Kaisoken do not have traditional front or back, and their senses are more attuned to feel structures and mana. They also move by hovering. This means they do not have a back when sensing, but they're unable to detect chemical smells, and they can fail to detect subtle visual cues. They're able to perceive different frequencies than humans throughout their bodies (and replicating them is how they speak). While they can gauge structures and different materials, they also lack a fine sense of touch as well.

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Personality: Bob is a being of principles and absolutes most of the time. Loyal to its species and its species only, it finds that most of the known universe is horribly and disgustingly non-crystalline, which makes it be apprehensive of almost any kind of being. Fiercely protective of its kin, it also shows an unhealthy obsession with stripping all that is not perfectly crystalline of form and shape (which makes it be viewed as a dangerous lunatic by other species). A daredevil and proactive by nature, Bob usually lacks a sense of fear. While capable of sound judgement and reason, it has been betrayed and disgusted too many times to not lash back. It may have a soft spot for fellow victims of betrayal.

Short Bio: "Ever since Bob coalesced in a tiny Crystal in the planet of Kaisoken it gazed at the stars and their fiery cores. It always was marvelled on how all sorts of matter came to existence in such celestial forges. But what it found the most amazing was when some of these forges, when they run out of material, burned ever so brightly, spitting the laws of the cosmos in a last fiery stand only to leave a lasting scar of darkness in the fabric of existence itself. What you fleshbags called Supernovae, it was inspired by them. Others like it chose to weave. It chose to unravel. It was what you could call a warrior. It was what you could call an heretic. It burned across the cosmos the story of its existance. When the Thievers of light and Minerals, the Green mucks, what you refer as plant-folk Rau've it smiled in glee. It could turn into charcoal all of them, for they were vile. It did not really mind much the theft of our lessers cousins, as in the cosmos, the hard scratch and the soft are scratched. It served with what you call distinction and earned renown. It was again called to serve, this time by helping the green mucks against you fleshbags. But it drew the line when fleshbags tried to crush kin and put it inside them. It find it disgusting, and for that, they still must be crushed. Still, it does not harbour hard feelings to the fleshbags who were treated with our comrade's husks. For they were soft, and the soft are scratched. It finds amusing this fight between fleshbags, and it desires to join, so it can too, turn more organics into coal."

~ Valkyria Chronicles - Changing of the Guard ~

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Mila Wagner

_{Garnian Salient: Front Line, August 25th - The Battle of Hill 58}

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Mila stood there for a little while, her cries trying to exorcise the horrible visions on her mind to no avail. She registered one of the sappers, a ridiculously young one, saying something to her. But she never quite understood what he had just said, as the words never pierced the veil of her sorrow fully. Or at least she thought so, as being called clean was the least think she expected. However, thanks to all those drills, when the Lance corporal said something, her mind was fairly quick on the uptake. Charpentier, the Darcsen Corporal had crumbled. It was Corporal Black this time the one addressing the troops. His words made much more sense than the sapper's.

Shock huh? She was in shock. Jean Charpentier was in Shock. Half of the people if not all, were in Shock. Without even rising to her feet, she pieced something together rather quickly.

"It was a ...bloody charge into the trench, but our losses aren't as heavy as they... could have been." She answered to Isaac, her voice trembling, and still hiccuping quite a bit. And then, there was the wail. This one came from a rather young girl. It was all Mila needed. She snapped to her senses, eyes wide open, as she rubbed her teary face with the sleeve. It was then when she noticed the lance Corporal Charpentier pointing at her... but hesitating for some reason.

Get your bearings, Mila. What kind of older sister breaks down in tears? She thought to herself as she exerted force and made her lead-like limbs to stand, regaining her full towering height. She eyed both Charpentier and Black, before saying. "No need, I can do it, sir." She addressed both corporals. Her fist clenched and unclenched, before she unbuttoned part of the top of the uniform, accessing some kind of ... compartment inside her clothes, producing both a handkerchief and a smashed-up but pretty much unblooded packet of candy, before closing in Lucia.

"Hey. A pretty girl like you should not be crying like that." She said as she put a hand on Lucia's shoulder, still caked with the blood of enemies. "Look at me, kitten. There's no shame in being a survivor." She added, as the gears clicked in her mind, before drawing the still mostly clean handkerchief to wipe the grime off the private's face. "Do you want a humbug?" She finished.

_{@LetMeDoStuff@FalloutJack@Conscripts}

Tokyo Ghoul : ΩRevive

Yuki

_{PERSONAL FILE}

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Name

Kumadora Yuki "Bear"

Gender

Female

Age

21

Personality Profile

Yuki is a hardworking individual raised on a strict martial artists' household. As such, she is often seeking challenges and ways to improve herself, and likes to fight the good fight against strong opponents. She often neglects to think this causes more collateral damage that it should, however. She is fast to make friends and enjoy the finer pleasures of life, like hotpots and drinking. One could think this makes a poor investigator, however Yuki has the honed senses of a martial artist and an uncanny capacity to detect those who aren't human by the gait and body language they do have. Bloodlust in their ki, as she would say (but not file in the reports). Kumadora likes tetchy, delicate and cute things, and her strength is a bane dealing with them as she frequently breaks them down.

Background

Kumadora was born in the northernmost large isle of Japan, Hokkaido, in a small secluded village. Being the eldest of a family of martial artists, she picked up the family tradition of forging one's mind and soul with martial arts. The Kumadora family was one of two families who practised the martial arts, the other one being the Kobayashi family. Yuki had no small amount of frustration about their rivals, as no matter how hard she trained, she would more than often be defeated by the Kobayashi. Just like the rest of her family, they had been always the second fiddle on a small village, earning ridicule and scorn.

It was then, when she was 17, than the proverbial can of worms was opened. Turns out that the very Kobayashi had been Ghouls, rather than humans, as a exceptional subjugation taskforce coordinated by the Tokyo CCG mowed them down (with no small amount of effort) and exposed their misdeeds. The world of Yuki was turned upside down. She found out that what she thought as being actually weak was exceptionally strong (only one in ten million people have enough strength to match a ghoul in close combat), and that normal people did not spar with their pet bears. The CCG, of course took notice of the situation, and after a screening that demonstrated they were humans (albeit with a high RC count), Yuki was offered a promising position as CCG cadet.

She initially refused to the call, preferring to hone her mind and body in her lovely Hokkaido landscape, but nothing ever lasts. Her own mother fell sick to a strange, crippling disease. RC oversecretion was the technical term, and that the medicine for it was not exactly cheap... and the CCG was stockpiling a lot of it. So she made a deal with the agency. She would help them hunt ghouls, and in return, they would tend to her mother's illness.

_{CCG RECOGNITION}

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CCG Investigator Rank

Rank 2 Investigator (promoted from Rank 3)

Quinque

Tsunagi (plain) : The bread and butter Quinque of cadet investigators, a C Rank Bikaku Quinque, that looks like a sword. Cheap and mass produced. Kumadori doesn't rely much on these, as they don't tend to last enough in her hands.

Experience Profile

Inducted as an outlier as Rank 3, Yuki initially struggled with the investigation profiles and procedures that a CCG agent must carry out, to the point the CCG heads of staff considering re-evaluating her aptitude to be a Ghoul Investigator. However, after several outings, Agent Kumadora proved to be able to match a B rank ghoul in strength. and even subdue it by snapping his neck with her bare hands. After the A rank ghoul Bomber fiasco, Agent Kumadora lost mobility on her lower legs as one of the kagune shards crippled her spine as she held out the ghoul with her sheer physical aptitude while waiting for reinforcement to evacuate her senior partner investigator.

Quinx Qualification

Yuki's physical prowess was already matching those of ghouls prior to her injury, but surgery was considered as a way to incorporate her back into the CCG ranks by exploiting the regenerative ghoul qualities found in Quinx implants to allow her to recover mobility on her lower body.

_{QUINX PROFILE}

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RC Type

Rinkaku

Kagune

A powerful Kagune extracted from a Ghoul called Gyuuki. True to its namesake, it manifests usually as eight thick, spine covered limbs. Like most Rinraku, they're pretty powerful, but they tend to break easily. They also regenerate fairly quick. The original use could grow them to great lengths, but Yuki can't stretch the Kagune more than meter and half in her situation.

~ Valkyria Chronicles - Changing of the Guard ~

I did a thing. Shootable NPC, if @LetMeDoStuff is tempted.

"Cousin Oskar" (NPC)

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Name
Graf ("Count") Oskar von Bodenn, "Oskar the Owl"

Gender
Male

Age
25, 3rd July 1889, Bodenn.

Sexuality
Heterosexual

Race
Imperial Nobility of Bodenn

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Appearance
Von Bodenn's uniform and general demeanour shows his elevated birth. Always keeping his uniform clean and spotless, he struts around with an air of confidence and reassurance, as his icy cold eyes examine even the most minuscule of details. Well kept blonde hair and a clean shaven face crown the tall and lanky figure of the aristocrat, which stands tall even among tall men. He walks with surprisingly soft steps, and it is said that his voice is but a harsh whisper, enough to send chill downs the spine of resolute men. Von Bodenn is also fond of pelts, and on occasions he adorns himself with the skin of his kills. An adept huntsman, he compliments the symbol of authority that is the officer's sword with a well kept hunting rifle crowned with a top-of-the-line scope to enhace his marksmanship.

Height
6'3"

Personality
Oskar von Bodenn is a stern man who is embittered by the chains of commanding. A borderline misanthrope, he oozes cynicism in each of his words, and has a low opinion of everyone, including himself. While he finds use in formalities and honour codes, he simply sees them as useful guidelines rather than being hardcore principles every man should strive for. He however, has high standards on his troop, and he does not forgive weakness or incompetence. Many a soldier (specially the Darcsen) have been at the wrong end of his rifle for this reason. Fond of hunting game and marksmanship feats, Oskar is a ruthless hunter, exemplified on his moniker of the Owl, for his love of nocturnal operations and predatory nature, as well as signifying no small amount of tactical acumen.

Von Bodenn is also driven by the need to wash out a stain on his honour committed by a member of his family. Her aunt Emilia von Bodenn, who fled the Empire forsaking her birthright alongside a certain engineer called Karl Wagner. He is a strict enforcer of social classes, but not because he thinks himself superior to any of them, more like he knows deep in his heart they would do the same were their roles be reversed, specially the Darcsen filth.

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Rank
1st Liutenant

Role
Imperial Officer - Unspecified Platoon and Regiment

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Biography
Oskar was born in privilege in one of the many Empire's provinces, being the de-facto ruler of the location that bore his name: Bodenn. A woody area with lot of timber and wildlife alongside the settlements, it made Oskar always have a touch with nature and embrace it whenever he felt downcast about the affairs of his birth and condition could have. A perceptive child from a young age, he quickly learnt how to see the fake smiles and courteous manners hiding daggers in what was the Empire's politics. He still had two loving parents and aunt whenever he wanted to feel comfort.

Until the scandal happened. He could barely remember it, as he was just a child, but the younger aunt of Graf von Bodenn, eloped with a commoner and brought shame to the entire family. This also drove a wedge between her two parents, as her mother could never stand the wild Emilia and used every single opportunity to take shots at the foolishness of her decision, while his father could never fully reject his own sister, flaws and all. The whispers of politics became more vicious, and all the competitors for posts of honour viciously attacked this black stain to get ahead in what it was possible to do so.

Oskar as a result, became embittered in his teen years, and began to resent everyone including himself, but specially the Federation who had allowed Emilia to live in peace after so much trouble she had caused to her family. He also began to go out in the woods more frequently, and to take up firearms to hunt game as an attempt to quell the fire inside him. When his father caved in and allowed his sister to visit, Oskar could barely hide the comtempt for the mongrel child she brought home. It was only due to his father's actions that he stayed his hand somewhat, and the entire situation did not explode.

Among rumours of weakness of the von Bodenn line, Oskar entered the militar academy, where he was directly sent to the officer courses due to his blue blood. It was there where he excelled, earning the trust of his peers not only to his capabilities as officer, but the marksmanship he had honed during his teenage years back at home.

The world had yet to take another turn, as tensions were rising among neighbours and the Federation. During a routine visit, a terrorist bombing from some Imperial traitors took the life of his father away in a single sweep. His mother did not much last longer, and poisoned herself with hemlock to follow his husband into the grave, for despite their differences, she was still mad in love with him. Losing both parental pillars in a quick sucession left him as the man to carry his honour and take care of his sister, Rachel, which put a noticeable strain on his character.

And then, because disgraces call to disgraces, the War happened. Oskar, in his function as vassal of the Emperor had to take arms. He did so without complaining, and using his nature attunement, love of nocturnal operations, and more importantly, being one of the best marskmen of the entire Bodenn county he earned himself a name among his troops.

The Owl of Bodenn.

Affiliations
Friedich von Bodenn - Father - Died in a terrorist car bombing in 1912
Anna von Bodenn- Mother- Committed suicide not long after his husband died in 1912
Rachel von Bodenn- Younger Sister- Alive, managing the Bodenn estate in his absence
Emilia Wagner née von Bodenn- Aunt - Alive
Mila "Mimi" Wagner - Cousin - Federation Soldier (and thus traitor)

Relationships
Mila "Mimi" Wagner - Enemy

Character Theme
N/A

~ Valkyria Chronicles - Changing of the Guard ~

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Mila Wagner

_{Bodenn Province, The Empire: Bodenn Estate Woods, May 1st 1906 - Eve of Mila's Birthday}

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The earthen aroma enveloped Mila, as her boots made splashing sounds under the forest canopy. Tall fragant pines and cedars shoot up in the sky as the young child ventured farther in the woods. She liked it here, the peace of the forest. It was breathtaking experience, despite the mud. Here and there, the wind rustled. Mother's homeland had been for years just a second hand story. But now here she was, in an odd turn of events, her 10th birthday would take place in Bodenn, where mother had been born. She could now see firsthand it. And she liked every single part of it. She never understood how her parents had grown to hate it.

The happy child skipped a step as she followed the beaten trail deeper into the woods. Cousin Oskar was a few years olders than her, so he had been assigned as her caretaker. She had always wanted to see deer, and she threw a tantrum about it. In the end they relented, her blue eyes, rosy features and golden locks melted the people's hearts. Or so it seemed.

The tall lanky figure of a huntsman made her smile. It was Oskar, squatting on a forest clearing. He heard her approaching, and his equally gallant and fair features made a reassuring smile for his cousin to come. "I've found one, Mimi." He added, as she hurried up, her tiny hands lifting her skirt.

It wasn't what she was expecting. No big, funny antlers. This one was a hind, a female. Red blood, stinking to iron was pooling in the grass underneath her. Mimi wanted to run, but the hands of her sixteen year old cousin gripped firmly her shoulder. "You wanted to see one, so i caught one."

"b...but she's dead..." Mimi weakly protested.

"Well, Mimi... where do you think venison comes from? The venison you liked that much." Oskar was relentless. "Silly girl. You need to learn a few things." The man whose blue gaze Mimi once thought as cool... was icy. His eyes were boring into her skull. "I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree." The youth said, pulling the child towards himself.

"But there's more, Mimi." He said, pointing to a nearby patch. It was then when she was it. The fawn. It was cute and adorable, but it was petrified, its eyes sending a silent plea to the two humans. But Oskar didn't even flinch, as he unslung his rifle, and put it in Mimi's hands. She couldn't fight it, she wasn't strong enough.

"Mimi, this is the true face of nature. It's beautiful and breathtaking. But it's because Nature -is- ruthless. That cute fawn? Won't survive next winter. It's doomed without a mother. So... we will give it mercy." He added, his hands making Mimi's childlike hands go for the trigger.

"No!" She squeamed, but to no avail. The weapon did its job... and the little animal was no more.

"It's about time you learn that this world... is Kill or be Killed." The sixteen year old said, as she let the scared child let go of his grip. Mimi's eyes were blurry with tears as she fell on her knees to the ground. She could barely register what her cousin was muttering under his breath.

_{"It'd be so easy to make you disappear in a hunting accident, you little stain on my house's honour, but father asked me to be merciful."}. Words that Mimi never had understood.

"I am filthy..." She said in a weak voice.

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_{Garnian Salient: Front Line, August 25th - The Battle of Hill 58}

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She saw red. Kill. Or be Killed. This was all that was to it. They were fawns without a mother, thrown agains the scopes of a hunter. She had always known, but she had tried to be nice. This place was not beatiful. It was hellish... but it also showed the true nature of all things.

Kill or be Killed. She raged with the fear of seeing young lives dying in her presence. The ones she had grown attached to. While on her side, the others she hadn't become attached to were seeing the brunt of her attacks. She pressed, and moved with speed and ferocity. A single shot would mean death. She had to shoot faster. Everything went in a blur of vaguely define figures, although one event broke through the veil of her bloodlust.

A shot fired at her back made her tilt her head in her craze for a second, and recognize one of the federation uniforms, female shape and Darcsen complexion. She flashed a blood spattered smile at Kalisa. "Thank you, sis." She managed to piece together before continuing her assault with renewed ferocity. The imperials on her path were sluggish. They were trembling. And the shots fired at her back helped to cover more ground. She lost her ability to talk, only grunting now.

It was then when she run out of ammo, and forgot to fix the bayonet. But that wasn't an issue. The tip of the barrel was still hard, and there where enough soft body parts to aim at. Gritting her teeth, she drove the tip of the barrel through an imperial's throat, the messy sounds of cartillage crunching, and a man gasping for air only to be choked on his own blood were heard. His rifle didn't even manage to fire more than a couple of rounds, before Mila tore it from his hands.

She knew how to use them. She had seen her father and her uncles do it. She cocked and aimed with the weapon of the fallen, and restarted her carnage. The bodies and lives piled up, flashes of violence in her eyes.

And then she came to an halt. They had suceeded in the breach. Her legs failed to support her, as fire burned her lungs. All that anger was flushing out, and her own body seemed like a puppet with her strings cut. She collapsed into the dirty mud of the trench, alongside the other federation friendlies who were as tired as her. She saw the corporal crumpled up, tired, but she too was tired to move. Other people were looking at her. She wasn't sure if she had sustained wounds, or all the blood on her clothes came from imperial troopers.

It had been like a drunken haze, until her gaze saw what she was holding in her hand. A rifle with some brain matter still sticking to the butt, of imperial make. Realization broke her like a storm cracks a tree apart. She had murdered a lot of people, because they had touched her little sisters of battle.

She felt filthy. Tears flowed down her eyes as she stared at the gray sky above the trench. "Even the sky is filthy... like me. But I made it. I killed all of those...people" She said out loud, before giving to tears, between sniffles and hickups, which eerily resembled like a tired laugh.

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