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"But you forgot to factor in eccentrics and air-headed traits of a person! Perhaps I just fail to understand the dangers of the word 'assassin'." Of course her little deception would fail. If it did not, she would be quite at a loss for the level of assassins nowadays. However, their conversation seemed t have been cut short, as someone came flying out of the vents with the force of a shaped charge. Shifting her grip on her umbrella, Sasha almost burst out laughing, as she beheld the sight of Lucifer trying to shield her from harm, despite the difference in height. It was almost cute, in a desperate sort of way.

Although, what came out of the hole where the vent used to be, or more accurately, who came out, Sasha immediately sighed in exasperation. Why was she here as well? Just what was with her luck? Watching as her rival oh so easily knock out the masked person, before turning her attention towards the Russian. "Too small of a world, if I'm seeing you again so soon." A casual, yet bored response was all Itsuko received, before another sigh punctuated her sentence.

Quickly though, her expression changed into one of amusement, as she pretended to think. "Istanbul? Ah, I left you in the wake of the accidental detonation of flammable cargo onboard that train." While speaking, she had lifted the umbrella, and was prepared to fire, if it were not for the fact that she was grabbed. "Oh my."

With such a lackluster reaction to the dangers unfolding around her, Sasha couldn't help but to smile. While she wasn't permitted to kill without orders, she was allowed to fight, especially in the so called 'self-defence'. Loosening the grip on her umbrella, she allowed the tip to swing down, before  tightening her grip when the tip was pointed at the foot of the one holding her. With a click, and a gunshot, a clear cylinder was fired, impacting against the crease where the foot connected with the leg. A second later, the man convulsed, letting go of Sasha before collapsing on the ground in a twitching heap. 

Quickly raising the umbrella, she opened the parasol, the armored shell glancing off the pipes and blunt weapons with ease. Taking a quick leap backwards, her gaze shifted between the combatants holding makeshift weapons, as well as Itsuko with her handgun.

Name: Kokoro Enya, or Koko

Age: 23

Race: Human

Class:
Major: Magic Researcher
Minor: Magic Swordswoman

God: Michael

Appearance: Many an onlooker would peer at Kokoro with raised eyebrows if they knew she was a traveler. With her delicate, doll-like appearance, it isn't hard to imagine having someone like her being kept inside at all times. However, it's slightly different than a beautiful woman. While a beautiful woman is someone that men would chase to the ends of the world to claim for themselves, someone with such a delicate feel to them like Kokoro would cause the men to chase her, but also keep a small distance, almost afraid of touching her, for the fear of harming her.

Her small frame of five foot four makes her somewhat small in comparison to the average human. With brown hair that gently lightens up to a lovely shade of light yellow, reminding one of the gentle rays of sunlight. While her eyes are red, it's not exactly a true color of red, but instead a red-brown color, like a patch of clay that has recently been graced with rain. Small and nimble looking limbs, with fair skin, that has seen enough light to avoid paying, but not enough to be tanned.

Generally seen wearing light armor that seems more decorated or ceremonial than anything else, although sometimes she can be found wearing a simple sundress with a wide brim hat, though the colors and schemes may vary more widely regarding those.

Personality: Her actions and behavior fits quite nicely with her appearance. If you were to describe her in as few words as possible, they would be naive, afraid, easily frightened, and an open book. It is quite easy to tell how she feels.

However, though she may be easily read, but that does not mean she will easily speak her mind. At least, not without pressuring her into speaking. She prefers to avoid burdening others, and has a bad habit of pushing and blaming herself much more easily than others. Unfortunately, she doesn't see that, and given enough time, can be rather self-destructive, sometimes bringing out borderline suicidal tendencies.

Another problem is socializing. Extremely shy, to the point of fear when meeting strangers, people close enough to be counted as friends would be few in numbers. However, once she becomes attached to someone(or a group), she would become clingy.

Spirit Animal: Dove

Equipment: Decorated Armor, White Sundress

Skills:
Major: Magic Researcher
Minor: Magic Swordswoman

Magic: Astral Projection and Possession: Her magic revolves around using her own soul. Basically, becoming a ghost that has temporarily left her body behind. In such a form, she can be either invisible yet unable to interact with the world, or translucent but able to interact and affect the surroundings. As a 'ghost', she can possess a pile or a group of objects, thus creating a golem that she temporarily resides within, and utilizes in place of her own body. Or even 'partial possessions', where she possesses a small object at the price of temporarily loss of the use of a small part of her body(like a hand). That object can be used to eavesdrop on nearby conversations. If it's glass, it can be seen through as well. Another interesting aspect is that she can manifest a simple weapon, whether a plain sword, spear, or knife, as a translucent armament to be wielded. However, the weapon is fragile.

Strength: Most likely something accidentally trained, but Kokoro has an extremely good memory. Tell her anything, and word for word, she can repeat it back to you easily.

Another little trick she can do, also most likely learnt after possessing too many objects, is that she can listen to multiple conversations, or be a receptor to them all, and not get confused. Several people chattering away? She will easily decipher and organize them mentally.

Weakness: A very dangerous liability of hers, is that she has no battle experience. None. Not even a spar. While it sounds simple and mundane, it is not. Freezing up due to fear, legs collapsing for the same reason, unable to create proper counters to strategies. It's like saying, what looks good on paper, is much different in the real world.

Physically and mentally fragile. Interrogation, or even intimidation is rather effective on her, due to her lack of experience in regards to the harsher parts of reality.

Another problem of hers is her magic. It is both a useful tool, and yet another liability. While 'out of body', her own body is in a comatose state. Completely defenseless. And anything that she 'possesses' -or when the manifested weapon- breaks, that forces her back into her body, where she will wake up in pain. Manifested weapons causes pain at the extremities inwards, and possession works from the core outwards.

Post Color:Red

History: It is hard to say whether or not Kokoro had a good or bad life. While she was sold early in age, it was to an unusual group that she was sold to. At such a young age, she would not have been completely attached to her parents just yet. A group of scholars, who studied magic, and at that point they needed someone with magic potential to unravel the secrets of the 'Messenger Magic'. The Apotheosis has all the remaining living users of such a rare magic, with any others either killed or in hiding. Astral Projection was the next closest thing that could be utilized. However, that was a magic that required someone to disassociate themselves for beginners, which caused a lot of unstable subjects. Ow ever, Kokoro was the first, most likely due to her innate behavior trait of listening and following requests easily, without too much conflict or confusion.

Being the first successive subject, the group did everything they could to make sure that Kokoro would not become unstable. giving someone something to concentrate on was the usual method, and it seemed to work, as she her behavior was not erratic, and she even seemed to be learning and improving in regards to listening and memorizing, to the point where she became the notes, being told to memorize their notes and results of experimentation of her magic.

However, it seemed that they had managed to attract the attention of the Apotheosis, as they had burst in one day, before kidnapping everyone and raiding the building. However, unable to find up to date notes and papers regarding their research, the scholars were killed off and the corpses left behind. Luckily for Kokoro, she had been hidden by one of the scholars before the raid occurred. With the girl as the only survivor, she was now without a home nor a family, even a surrogate one at that.

A few days after the raid, while wandering about in hunger, Kokoro heard about the resistance, and the relations in regards to the Apotheosis. Upon hearing such news, she had pondered for a short moment, before making contact, and spoke of being a magic swordswoman. While one of the experiments with her magic was creating copies of weapons, she had never tried them, nor has she ever fought. But at least, it appeared enough to fool.

She wanted, no, she needed to enter the resistance, as they were her hope for making contact and studying the Apotheosis, or more specifically, the Messenger Magic users within the latter's ranks. For the final wish of the scholars that took place of her parents were about creating an improved version of that magic.

Quick, desperate gasps could be heard, in synced with rapid footsteps of someone running for their lives. The rustling of bushes and brambles trailed behind the runner, where the guttural yells responded with excitement. All too suddenly, the runner bursts into a clearing, the full moon illuminating the small frame of the girl. Making her way towards the middle, she turned around, before holding out her hand. Within seconds, what was once empty air, was now a translucent, rose colored sword. It was this weapon that the girl quickly grasped with both hands. Without a moments delay, her pursuers also cleared through the forest.

Four grown and well built men, mauraders if you will, stood in a semi-circle, with the girl dead in their sights. In each of their hands, was a buckler and a cutlass. Simple, yet effective. The grins and leers on their expressions were clear to any observer that these men would not have mercy, and that they were nearing the end of their chase. The translucent blade in the girl's hands might've made the mauraders wary, if it wasn't plain to see that the girl was terrified. The tip of the blade was trembling, and her legs quivering like pudding, and her face pale, it was a wonder how she hadn't collapsed just yet. One could almost taste the fear from her. With just one step from a maurader, and she had turned tail and fled, quickly disappearing into the forest once more.

Once again, the chase resumed its progress, albeit easily, as the girl was creating quite an easy to follow path, with broken branches and footprints, along with the constant rustling noise of her pathing. Besides, there wasn't much more distance where she could run, as that direction would lead to a cliff, something that the girl found out all to quickly, as she was forced to stop. Turning around to run back into the depths of the forest, she was stopped by the sight of the four mauraders. One of them charged forward, bringing his sword down on the girl, with her bring up her translucent blade in response. One, two, three, four. The man repeatedly smashed down on the blade, with the fifth strike shattering it, a clear sound echoing like glass breaking, as translucent fragments fell to the ground before dissolving into nothing.

With a wince, the girl jumped back, holding her right arm with her left, the former unresponsive, a painful, numbing feeling forcing her to hold it close to her body. At the desperate situation, she couldn't hel but to take a step back. And again. And again. Until she nearly stumbled over the edge. Unable to help but to glance behind and below, greeted by the sight of unforgiving rocks with a rapid stream flowing through. However, a quickly look towards her front showed just as unforgiving of a cruel reality in the shape of humans.

Closing her eyes, she leaned backwards, tipping herself over, the rushing of the air quickly howling in her ears as she plummeted her way down.

Bonus: Anyone who looks at her would notice she is an extremely delicate person. While this may cause people to want to protect her, it may also attract unwanted attention from bandits looking for an easy prey.

She's a comfortable pillow.

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