Fantasy Beyond the Witch's Corridor [Characters]

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Beyond The Witch's Corridor

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Gender

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Age

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Date of Birth

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Birthplace

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Race

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Elemental Affinity

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Rank

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Squad

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Height

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Hair Color

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Eye Color

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Faceclaim

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Personality

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Backstory

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Relationships

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Equipment

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Combat Data

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• Art: 裴利安

  PROFILE

  NAME...

  Rook

  CODE NAME...

  Luke

  GENDER...

  Masculine

  AGE...

  1882

  DATE OF BIRTH...

  "September 7^th"

  BIRTHPLACE...

  Yuele, Rocheste

  RACE...

  Anima

  AFFINITY...

  Water

  RANK...

  A

  SQUAD...

  Nu-8

  Appearance

  What did Adam and Eve feel when they picked it up? It was unripe and bitter. I bit into it and threw the rest away.

  height:

  5’11” (180cm)
  

  hair color:

  brown
  

  eye color:

  grey-green
  
  Colored in subtle browns and greys over porcelain, the Anima known as “Rook” is a doll crafted to appear unassuming sitting among shelves of aged parchment. The sigil tattooed over his left eye is his most distinguishing feature when describing his appearance to a stranger. Rook himself considers it an important part of his identity, given that it is the sole marking connecting him to the peddler whose hands molded his vessel. To those familiar with Fairy Script, the smaller inscriptions drawn within the sigil’s lines resemble a key of sorts. As for what kind of lock it belongs to, asking the Anima will only result in a cryptic answer that it’s simply graffiti.
  
  Regardless of whether the day features sweltering heat or biting winds, the general form of Rook’s wardrobe seldom changes. The black tassel mirroring the singular black streak in his hair remains persistently fixed to the strands behind his ear. Likewise, he prefers clothes of darker or neutral colors, though for whatever odd reason, he’s never seen wearing any sort of short sleeves. Be it semi-formal blazers and button ups or more casual sweaters, nothing he wears ever seems to rise too far above his wrists.

  ⬩ ⬥ ❖ ⬥ ⬩

  Personality

  In a world everyone left behind, I keep singing the song of the beginning. I already understood. If I sing with my hoarse voice, I feel like I'll be able to see you again.

  At first glance, Rook checks off every trait held standard within the Anima race: vigilant, patient, considerate, and as obedient as a well-trained german shepherd. Monsters are disposed of cleanly with minimal damage to the city’s infrastructure, and his mission reports are typed in detailed but easily digestible formats. Despite the Nu-8 Squad’s reputation for housing misfits, he bears an air of reliability alongside a willingness to provide aid in miscellaneous tasks and favors. In particular, written formats grow scarcer by the day, but it isn’t uncommon for the Anima to receive requests for special letters to be penned by his hand, each letter elegant and precise with not a spot of ink misplaced.
  
  Those who happen to speak with him at the wrong moment, at the wrong place, and at the wrong time quickly learn that he is in truth an egotistical extremist and a harbinger of chaos. A well-over millennium old grudge nurtured a willful soul that holds the concepts of ideals and ambition on a high pedestal. Having forsaken the creator who gave him a meaningless purpose and an equally meaningless mission, Rook abides by his own rules regardless of whether or not they coincide with society’s own. As considerate as he is on any other ordinary day, he isn’t averse to adding to the chaos if he finds it amusing. Perhaps his most aggravating trait is how he’s set himself to ignore everyone and everything the moment he’s settled himself down to read. The only method to pull himself out of that state is to say a certain designated word, though if said word is abused, he’ll ignore that person even if the building is on fire. In a similar vein, if he happens to randomly dislike someone, he’s capable of treating them like air while speaking to the person next to them with a pleasant smile on his face. Though he’s normally amenable to the suggestions and requests of others, if he happens to find it too troublesome, he childishly acts as if he’s never heard it.
  
  Some may consider Rook two-faced, but most can agree that his personality is rather mild in comparison to the larger characters in Arcarum. That is, his lack of close acquaintances is attributed more to something he considers to be out of his control. When questioned about his occupation prior to finding his way to Arcarum, Rook states that he held down a job as a librarian for a few years. Some may note that it’s more accurate to say that he was likely raised in a library, given the bibliophile’s penchant for basing any and all information on the books he reads. He remains largely unfamiliar with the “laws” of both worlds, and his lack of common sense is evident in his tendency to forget about not crossing the street on a greenlight to breaking a door open if it happens to be locked. Yet for all the grief he causes, all he has to say is a disinterested “oh” and the occasional apology.
  
  

  Likes:

  reading, cheesecake, acting, grandfather clocks
  

  Disikes:

  anima, carbonated drinks
• Backstory

  I’ve walked for a quarter of a century bearing a contradictory outlook of life, and if the day when I can laugh at conflicting buttons comes—

  “Leave.”
  
  The first and final visitor in that white room was but a young child who had the misfortune of stumbling into the library’s innermost archives upon losing her way within the labyrinth. The moment its mechanical voice rumbled out the command, the child’s gaze snapped up to meet its blank eyes. She approached slowly, as if curious, but the moment it braced itself to rise from the chair it sat upon, a shudder ran through her body as she turned to run back down the hall she had come from.
  
  Once again, it grew dormant in wait for the next intruder, accompanied only by the metronomic ticks of a grandfather clock.
  
  Over the centuries, it opened and closed its eyes dozens of times more. Not once did it ever lay its gaze upon another living being. For the first five centuries, it obediently sat unmoving behind the desk that its warden had ordered it to stay put. It was a patient thing, yet its creator had left it devoid of orders, expecting it to instead listen to the verbal commands of those who commissioned the puppet. As curiosity eroded its obedient nature, the puppet began rising from its seat before immediately sitting itself back down. Each decade, it traveled further, until its fingertips touched upon the spine of a book resting on a nearby shelf. Its hand flinched back as if burned, and it retreated back to its resting place. However, the next day, it returned to remove the script from its home.
  
  As it parsed each foreign letter that its creator had installed into its core from the memories of other golems, a thought came to the puppet’s mind: no one had ever forbidden it from perusing through the rows of books around it.
  
  The catalog of information around it was vast, from the origins of magic in Grisea to a world without magic called Tierma. Or was the world called Earth? Information of conflicting natures would appear frequently between texts, and the Anima would spend every waking hour comparing and contrasting the volumes of works to determine the most accurate sources through salience. Never once did it consider the fact that not all words are written for the sake of spreading truths, until it came across the word “fiction” in its studies.
  
  What benefits could writing fabricated nonsense in a counterfeit world give? The more outlandish a tale was, the more obvious it was a mere fantasy, even without a point of reference to judge a text’s level of realism. However, as it continued to read on with a desire to discern fact from fiction, a question continued to weigh heavily in its mind. How much was real? For all it knew, the entire library’s collection of literature could be a hoax. Its lack of experience, it found, made for a poor sense of basic logic.
  
  How does a single ball of fire light up the entire sky? What does silk feel like? Why did Rufus look back at Aerodys? Who are the true figures behind the gods of Sinoa?
  
  Each question drew its gaze towards the bright, seemingly endless corridor of the library. The Anima are a naturally subservient race. Though they move by their own will, their souls are bound by the laws written by their creators with a habitual obedience towards other commands. It was an Anima born without rules, yet the instructions given to it by the Fae it was commissioned by froze its steps every time it drew close to the doorway.
  
  The library shifted many more times as it remained content with reading and ruminating over the day’s subjects. There was no epiphany or special event that drove it to finally take a step outside of its cage. The desire to witness for itself what lay outside of the room had simply remained over the centuries. If it were for only a few moments, surely its curiosity would be sated.
  
  Had it known it wouldn’t be able to return, would it have ever ventured outside?
  
  It was a question that came to mind almost daily, yet that nostalgic memory of the first time he‘d locked his sights on those fragments of light filtering through the verdant canopy burned itself into his mind. He’d never expected for the library’s wardens to alter the set of key sigils required to enter the inner archives over the centuries, nor had he expected the trap that had kept him pinned to the ceiling for three days. Life after escaping from Rocheste upon being branded a suspicious individual and wandering Sinoa without the slightest bit of life experience wasn’t always pleasant. There was a lot to learn from the value of labor and exchanging coins for items to adhering to the cultural differences between each region. However, it was only now that he could admit that the echo of the crunch of snow under his feet and the wind’s gentle caress had felt liberating.
  
  Yet no amount of wandering would prepare him for being rudely roused from his rest by a loud series of noises that he would only be able to identify later as “honking” and a harsh impact that surely formed a crack or two in his vessel. Frantic yelling in an unfamiliar language ensued, and opening his eyes only managed to confuse him further. Gone was the tickle of grass beneath the tree that he’d stopped under for a brief repose. In its place were buildings as tall as those found in Grisea and stone-like black floors marked with dashes of whites and yellows.
  
  They called it “Earth,” the land that had appeared in the book he’d read all those years ago. It would become the place that would provide him rest from a life errant and a name. However, despite enrolling himself in a military academy and eventually climbing the ranks of Arcarum, a small part of him still couldn’t quite tell if his current destination was worth abandoning the so-called purpose behind his existence, as pointless as it was.
• Relationships

  Someday, life was born then passed away, because it was cursed by the planet. It looked like a burnt field, right? The stars didn’t become sand—My heart was made from sand to begin with.

  Asanah

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  Squad Leader

  Played by You Know Rebel

  During their days at Pallas Institute, the first semester consisted of Rook borrowing the notes of the top student in their year as a means to better emulate a student. Upon short circuiting after mulling over the various cryptograms and scribbles in Asa’s notes, the Anima soon figured it’d be in his best interest to drop the idea and write notes in his own format. In spite of the trauma instilled by Asa’s strange note taking habits, Rook claims that he’s still managed to learn many important life lessons by observing the Sylvan. Supposedly. At the very least, she’s a reliable albeit crude squadmate in combat (and a good cook).
  
  When the two formed Nu-8, Rook suggested for Asa to register herself as their squad leader. Aside from having little desire for a leadership position, the Anima had hoped that doing so would pass the majority of responsibilities to the Sylvan. Unfortunately, whoever read their first mission report didn’t appreciate Asa’s manner of writing, forcing Rook to redo the entire report. Ever since, he’s been in charge of the majority of the squad’s paperwork and other secretarial duties.

  ⬩ ⬥ ❖ ⬥ ⬩

  Kim Yukhin

  28

  Squadmate

  Played by Nessi

  Kim’s old squad may have feared her less-than-human features and monstrous strength, but Rook does his best to make her feel welcome in Nu-8 through subtle gestures. In turn, he’s deeply appreciative of her leniency towards his lack of social awareness and common sense. Though he’s ultimately uncaring towards those who feel that he’s more trouble than his company’s worth, he’s grateful towards the people who stick around despite his shortcomings, enough that he regularly turns a blind eye or plays along with Kim’s more selfish whims.
  
  Out of all of Nu-8’s members, Rook feels that Kim makes his work the easiest. After all, it’s much simpler to freeze in a large area when everything’s already wet. He just needs to take special care if the water happens to be electrified…

  ⬩ ⬥ ❖ ⬥ ⬩

  Heathcliff Ikilen

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  Squadmate

  Played by nios

  Heath is a bit of an uncomfortable presence that Rook grew to tolerate over their years working together. There’s always a bitter taste and incessant buzzing that crackles forth whenever he speaks with one of his kind, and the Anima that Asa recruited to their squad was no different. Initially, his feelings towards their 3rd squadmate was that of hollow indifference, making no effort to acknowledge Heath’s presence outside of work-related matters. Apathy eventually morphed into concern over whether Heath was fit to work in Field Operations, though his judgmental gaze was later cast aside for genuine(?) worry and sympathy upon reading a book with similar circumstances. However, believing that his pity was patronizing, Rook instead decided to uphold the status quo, albeit with added attempts of conversation in an effort to better understand his squadmate. However, while he treats Heath with a strict professionalism while on duty, they still do not speak much the moment they shed their uniforms.
• Combat Data

  Making sure nothing else can be taken away, my heart will beat here constantly. Within a night where everything is cast away, I want to keep dreaming, as always.

  Equipment

  001. nu-8 Uniform

  His squad’s uniform with a few adjustments, namely the black coat worn over it. Though lightweight, the spells woven into its fabric provide it basic self-repair capabilities and a single-use albeit repairable layer of protection against spells corrosive to magic. The uniform includes the standard earpiece and micron device given out to Arcarum agents. A metal brooch shaped into an ouroboros is pinned to the hood of his coat, while the full version of Nu-8’s insignia is stitched onto the back of the coat.

  002. Rochestean Sword

  Rook’s primary weapon of choice is a sturdy, one-handed sword of Rochestean make with Fairy Script inscribed along the hilt of the blade. Despite its relatively small frame, the sword is deceptively heavy, though Rook still swings it as if the weight were that of a normal shortsword. The sword’s enchantments have two primary functions:
  
  

  Morph

  - Though the shortsword is more suitable for environments where it’s easy for larger weapons to get caught on obstacles, Rook morphs the sword’s form into that of a halberd when the weapon’s sweeping and crushing blows are required. As the halberd requires two hands, any magic used is required to be imbued on the blade of the weapon itself.
  
  

  Elemental Conductor

  - The second set of runes inscribed on the sword allows for mana to flow more freely through the metal. This allows Rook to channel magic through the blade without worrying about the ice making the metal grow brittle.

  Combat Data

  003. Energy Perception

  Though lacking the magic sight of the Phantasma, Rook is capable of feeling the gentle thrum of mana that exists in every living organism within a 10m radius. It isn’t always the most reliable in combat due to the sheer amount of environmental noise and its short range, but it’s enough to tell that something’s sneaking around in the vicinity. Aside from when his core short circuits, this sensor is active even when Rook is resting, making him a light sleeper.

  004. Creeping Frost

  Out of consideration for the city’s infrastructure and his squad, Rook is seldom seen casting the kind of flashy spells that tend to devastate a wide area. Focusing on controlling and immobilizing the enemy, every strike of his sword is imbued with ice elemental energy which he forcefully injects into the target’s body, causing a gradual but sure spread of chilling numbness and slowed movements. When the target is either cold enough or wet, Rook is then able to freeze the enemy to whatever surface is convenient. In addition, he makes frequent use of thick walls of ice whether it be for shielding allies (or structures) or further impeding enemy movement. The more offensive spells in Rook’s repertoire include stabbing with his sword and causing ice to suddenly expand and “bloom” at its tip or shoot sharp bullets of ice at vulnerable points. Other spells tend to either chill the air in the vicinity or take too long to cast, so they’re virtually never deployed unless he’s been dispatched to an abandoned area.
  
  Rook is incapable of numbing enemies if they lack muscle tissue and the potency of his magic is inversely proportional to the environment’s temperature. Locking something within an icy cage tends to be the most reliable application of his magic, but the rest require him to revise and rework when the situation is unfavorable.

  005. Hydration

  Despite the majority of Rook’s repertoire falling under the element of ice, his true affinity lies with water. When shielding civilians from harm isn’t enough, he’s capable of quickly administering first aid before continuing to aid in evacuation. When given the time and space, he is capable of employing more advanced spells to flush toxins and mend damaged muscle tissue and blood vessels. Larger injuries such as broken bones require a more extensive process of casting healing spells multiple times with a period of breaks in between each set as to not exhaust (and subsequently harm) the patient or his own mana reserves.

  006. Tenacity of Anima

  A lithe figure belies great strength and so long as his core remains intact, Rook’s vessel is capable of repairing itself from any amount of damage. As an Anima created during the era of Rocheste’s foundation, his model lacks the advancements that golem researchers discovered over the centuries. His core’s output is great, but he is incapable of recovering while active. Any repairs to his vessel must be done while he is in a resting state, and rest is also required to more efficiently replenish his core’s mana. As a result, he is an Anima that requires “sleep” like any other organism. When running for too long without rest, his core tends to abruptly and forcefully shut down. Consequently, he also has a harder time recovering from core malfunctions when hit with spells that are corrosive to mana relative to other Anima.

  007. Rochestean Swordsmanship

  Swift and precise strikes at the most vulnerable points in monsters’ bodies make for clean cuts, though Rook is typically incapable of digging in too deep. His posture and manner of wielding a one-handed sword is distinctly similar to that of Rocheste’s royal knights. However, it is a notably more ancient style mixed with whatever Rook seems to find convenient for the situation. In addition, he is not as adept at wielding a sword as he is a polearm, despite the former being his go-to weapon. Freehanding spells and swinging a shortsword while weaving in a kick or two just happens to be more convenient in most situations.
• Notes

  To keep the lamplight from burning out, I‘ll sing right now, to never let you down. I want to delight, keep thinking ‘bout the future. We’ll vow to meet again, in a place beyond tonight.

  001.

  Takes his coffee with brown sugar or molasses and no milk. His coffee’s become infamous within Field Operations for being extremely difficult to keep down. If the person drinking his coffee manages to not instantly spit it out, that is.

  002.

  He is fluent in the Sinoan common tongue, Rochesti, and English and is able to read the runic language of Fairy Script. Due to having never spoken Rochesti for most of his life and relying on the information installed into his core at birth, he may or may not pronounce certain sounds oddly when required to speak the language.

  003.

  Doesn’t understand the concept of baby talk and speaks to children (including infants) and animals using a standard tone and word choice. Occasionally, this habit causes people to mistakenly believe that he’s speaking to them when he’s actually addressing their pet.

  003.

  Suffers from chronic headache-like symptoms, the primary indicator for a nap or deep sleep. Due to having a poor sense of time and not following standard day and night cycles, Rook tends to not lay down to rest until these minor irritants grow into a full-blown migraine of sorts. Being in the vicinity of another Anima's core tends to make the effects worse.

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Tao-Yu Hai
Code Name: Fu
Male | 5'11 | Black Hair | Gray Eyes
27 y/o [2020/08/22] | Heihe, China
A Human B-Rank Field Operative, possessing an Elemental Affinity towards Earth.​

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• Persona
• His Story
• Relationships
• Combat Data
• Extras

• 
  Hai Tao-Yu is a man akin to a sapling. Though possessing a temperament that is stern and serious, he is flexible in his treatment of others, willing to let others bend rules and regulations when the scenario calls for it. Such laxness is not an allowance that he affords to himself, however, and he holds himself to standards of punctuality that others may think of as stifling. Tao-Yu’s morning routine has been perfected down to the second, and his hands and thoughts are rarely idle. If he enjoys a meal at a restaurant, he will consider how he could replicate the flavor back home. If he finds himself waiting before a meeting begins, he will review his notes or listen to an audiobook. If he’s watching a movie, he may as well do some light physical training during that. Time, after all, is something that is never on a human’s side, and as someone keenly aware of the long-lived and immortal races that populate the organization he is a part of, Tao-Yu squeezes every bit of time he has in order to continue to ‘compete’ against them.
  
  That competitive spirit of his however, doesn’t spawn from anything so sinister as a grudge or a narcissistic spirit. Rather, it is a by-product of his ambitious nature. Tao-Yu is an individual driven not by desires, but by goals, and while he may deviate from time to time to explore alternative interests or indulge in diversions, he is ultimately an individual capable of focusing very hard on a singular prospect. He is, after all, a man akin to a sapling. As a sapling continues to stretch towards the sun, Tao-Yu continues to take the steps to realize his personal goal: to legitimize, advance and standardize the pedagogy of general magic, creating a curriculum that would give any with magical inclination the capability to respond flexibly to whatever situation may arise in the chaos of a mission.
  
  After all, general magic is the foundation of one’s understanding of the arcane craft, a set of skills that any caster can acquire. In that case, doesn’t it only make sense to improve the craft as much as possible, so that all casters can benefit from it?
  
  It comes with little surprise then, that for his severe, perhaps even cold, exterior, Tao-Yu’s is a good teacher. He speaks clearly and concisely, modulating his tone to control the atmosphere of the classroom and designing his lesson plans around the idea that theory can only be learned through hands-on experience. There is no value in ideas if they cannot be practically applied, and for that reason, he continues to work in Field Operations, constantly accumulating the knowledge and experience needed to prove his theorems regarding magic and tactics.
  
  But despite his ambitions and his maturity, Tao-Yu is still but twenty-seven years of age. There is much for him to learn, and while he may fancy himself a professor of sorts, his life experience is still very much centered around his goals, meaning that all else falls to the wayside. A propensity for considerable, careful thought does not shield him from making social gaffes after all, and his nature is such that without any particular goal to achieve, action to perform, or question to answer, Tao-Yu is more often than not the type to fall into a tense, brooding silence in the absence of having anything to do.
  
• 
  Life was simple. Life was cold.
  
  The son of a street hawker on the frosty, neon-lit streets of Heihe, a city on the border between China and Russia, Hai Tao-Yu lived a fairly sheltered life under the government of the Chinese Communist Party. Though stories of rifts and otherworldly beings were popular topics amongst his more fanciful peers, it was easy enough to discard such things as rumors that had spun out of control. After all, a global organization that possessed superior firepower to the greatest militaries in the world, funded by shadowy governments that they weren’t wholly beholden to and tasked with the slaying of planeswalking monstrosities that entered through tears in reality? Others could dream of becoming an agent, but for Tao-Yu?
  
  There was simply the grim reality of being the eldest son, the one who’d inherit the burden of taking care of the parents that took care of him, in an economy that was gradually grinding down to a stop even as the Party prognosticated about overcoming rival nations. After all, it didn’t take any particular brilliance to see that corporations rose faster than countries. Megacorporations devoured and assimilated, becoming bloated, international organizations that squashed anti-monopoly legislation with soul-purchasing amounts of money. Morals didn’t matter when the shareholders could watch their stocks rocket, after all, and the ways in which one could make a living dwindled more and more with each passing year.
  
  Then Mobius Corporation opened Pandora’s box and became as gods, opening them up not only to public condemnation, but also corporate interest.
  
  What value was there, then, in a single flesh-and-blood labourer, without the money, wits, or the social connections needed to climb? If his lot was to be to throw it into the global corporation of his choice, where should he go?
  
  …
  
  It wasn’t much of a choice, really. The cold truth of it was that you could spend four to eight years in a university and come out of it as a wage slave in a dead-end job, while if you got into Arcarum, you were guaranteed a stable income that was funded by taxpayer dollars rather than a business’s profits. Tuition in their academies was free too, with the double whammy of student insurance plus room and board. So long as you got in, you were good to go.
  
  Tao-Yu started when he was 17.
  
  He became D-rank at 22.
  
  C-rank at 23.
  
  B-rank at 25.
  
  A meteoric ascent for someone without any previous military background, all compounded on a single decisive factor: Tao-Yu was, despite the lack of any apparent lineage, capable of channeling magic. His debts to his parents continued to grow, and now, he had the wealth to truly fulfill his filial duties.
  
  But by then, they were already gone.
  
  It was due to social problems. It was due to natural causes. It was due to something that Tao-Yu, a B-rank agent of Arcarum, was powerless to do anything about. There was no one in particular to blame. They just died in their mid-50s, with the knowledge that their son was financially secure but without a family.
  
  …
  
  So Tao-Yu needed a new goal. A new distraction. A new focus. Magic was good. It was unique, but over time will become more commonplace. More powerful agents were good; B-rank may be filled to the brim with magic-users, but there were plenty more who possessed magic but never made it past C-rank. Earthborn Humans were good; for all the centuries of Earth’s development, it was Sinoans who dominated the upper-tiers of an Earth-based organization.
  
  His filial goal had ended. His personal goal had begun.
  
  And in the two years that passed since, the two years in which he left his country and his memories to reorientate himself, perhaps Tao-Yu really did manage to reinvent himself as someone passionate about arcane pedagogy.
  
• 
  What relationships?
  
• 
  As a caster who has consistently polished the fundamentals of general magic out of a desire to craft a universal toolkit for his fellow agents to utilize, Tao-Yu has settled on the usage of five spells, which he manipulates, modifies, synthesizes, or enhances during live combat to create answers for all his problems.
  
  
  Shield Generates a two-dimensional barrier to block incoming attacks.​
  Shot Generates a magical projectile to be fired at a target in sight.​
  Scan Generates a magical echo that pings the location of magical beings.​
  Stealth Generates an illusory cloak that renders individuals within invisible.​
  Send Enables telepathic communication between parties.​
  
  While even creative usage and fusion of these spells will not be able to overcome the sheer output that one gains from utilizing their elemental affinity, Tao-Yu prefers precision and utility over destructive might and considers whether or not he can make it to A-rank as a litmus test for his beliefs surrounding the value of general magic. Still, he hasn’t wholly neglected his affinity for Earth, and usually utilizes that affinity to soften stone or earth just enough so that he’s able to run on walls or ensnare enemies.
  
  Like most agents that had made it out of an Arcarum-funded institution, Tao-Yu knows how to handle firearms, to fight in close quarters, and to administer basic care, as well as a litany of other tasks that any soldier would be expected to be capable of.
  
  Equipment
  As a B-rank agent who specializes in high-mobility mid-ranged combat, Tao-Yu keeps his gear relatively light. His combat suit, a skin-tight attire inscribed with Fairy Script that grants additional enhancements onto his physical agility and stamina on top of the default protective charms that standard agent uniforms possess, is worn underneath a sturdy windbreaker and form-fitting pair of shorts. It gives him the impression of a runner or a cyclist from a distance…an impression broken by the belt he wears. On his right hip, a 9mm handgun is holstered, meant to deal with less substantial threats. On his left hip, arcanium cartridges are slotted, granting additional reserves of mana if the job continues on for long. On his lower back, an emergency medical kit lies, meant for quickly administering life-preserving, rather than life-saving, care.
  
  Tao-Yu wears prescription smart glasses for his myopia, giving him the additional advantage of being able to pull up some AR screens to help with navigation and tactical decision-making. More important though, is that the temples of his smart glasses work as bone conduction headphones, allowing him to listen to audiobooks while skirmishing with Sinoan beasts.
  
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  But it is the same with man as with the tree. The more he seeks to rise into the height and light, the more vigorously do his roots struggle earthward, downward, into the dark, the deep into evil.
  
  
  
  
  Tao-Yu prefers coffee made with lightly roasted beans, and often takes his cup with some cream on the side. On special occasions, he adds a dash of freshly ground black pepper.​
  
  

 

[Seraph Darkfire]

Daruu'maka

Information

Name: Daruu'maka. A name meaning 'Unending Thirst' whether this was meant to be a reference towards water or his constant desire to learn more, it is unsure.
Code Name: Hephaestus

Gender: Male

Age: One Hundred and Seventy Six

Date of Birth: October 6th 1871

Birthplace: Alatem, Bargazut

Race: Dragonborn

Height: 7'6"

Scales: Red

Eye Color: Yellow

Relationships: TBD

Life

Daruu'maka is quite a friendly Dragonborn, always willing to help out and share information. He's always out and about when not working on his own devices, offering to carry various materials or even aid in some design or another. He's happy to share a drink or test his skills against another, but his true passion is crafting and tinkering. He loves to get into the guts of a piece of machinery or magitech and is often trying to make them work together as best he can. This has caused some issues but has never dampened his excitement for his craft. Get him talking about something he finds interesting and be prepared to talk for hours. He's also quite happy to talk about his culture.

In combat, Daru changes in personality. He is far more serious and focused, determined not to let anyone get hurt. Also, he gets first dibs on materials he can use so..

He did find life on Earth interesting, especially the drink known as coffee. He prefers a nice dark roast.

When he was born almost two hundred years ago, he was born into the settlement of Alatem in his home region of Bargazut in Sinoa. He, like many hatchlings, ended up working in the Arcanium mines to help build up their strength and durability to handle the greater dangers of traveling with the nomads. But fate had other plans. Daru found out that raw Arcanium had interesting properties, that when properly utilized, it could have magical effects. This was something he quickly realized everyone knew, much to his embarrassment. With his interest in knowing more stoked, he soon found himself traveling to the main city of Halathum and studying magic there. The applications of magic were interesting but he wanted to work with his hands, inscribing and building.

He needed to know more and at the tender age of sixty, he paid his passage to Rocheste to study Fairy Script. It was much more interesting, utilizing the basic understanding of magic and carving that into a structure to have an intended effect was captivating. He drowned himself in knowledge for the next eighty years, studying everything there was to know about Fairy Script. Even after all of that time, he could only be considered somewhat competent. It was only a short year after that, that the town of Albarn appeared. Naturally he made his way there to learn about the devices these otherworlders possessed. Machines. If they could be inscribed like their own tool, he could possibly make something even greater! Daru unfortunately though wasn't there when the second cataclysm happened due to family issues.

Daru has only recently become involved with Arcarum in the last ten years or so. That was mainly an accident. Not being militarily minded, he'd went to study the technology there and somehow ended up studying to be an agent.

Combat Stats

Elemental Affinity: Being a western, red Dragonborn, Daruu'maka has a strong affinity for the Fire element.

Rank: B-Rank

Squad: TBD

Equipment: Daru keeps most of his crafting equipment at home, though he does have a small repair kit he carries around just for field work.

The GB-71, colorfully named Gunblade by his associates, this particular blade has cartridges that are stored in the hilt. Each cartridge is designed personally by him to produce an elemental effect upon the blade when activated by pulling the trigger. When the charge has run out, he can flip a smaller switch on the side that causes the storage chamber to rotate and slot in a new cartridge.
His clothing is mainly normal but is enchanted to be more durable and somewhat self mending. Currently, he's only capable of imbuing three elements into the cartridges of his weapon. Fire, Earth, and Air.

Because these are elemental abilities given by the cartridges and not by his own skills, he can't fuse them into stronger effects, limited by whichever element is in use at the moment.

Abilities: His scales make him pretty resistant to normal attacks. Slashing and Piercing are very ineffective against him but blunt damage can crack his scales.
He's also quite immune to his own element, though this does mean he has some issue with his opposite element.
Fire Exhalation. Daru is not only capable of exhaling flames from his mouth, but he can also adjust the flame strength and size, within reason. However, beginning to use this ability and ending it take time and can be interrupted, even causing explosive damage to the inside of his mouth if it is forced shut.
Physical Power: Even without his sword and other devices, Daruu'maka is not only incredibly strong as a Dragonborn, but he also has horns and claws with which to rend and gorge his opponents. Hard to clean his horns though.
Flight. Like most winged Dragonborn, he can fly for a limited time. The underside of his wings are actually a large vulnerability point as their leathery texture is devoid of his scales. In combat, he'll either fold them in or wrap himself in them to allow their outerscales to protect the inside.

Fairy Script and Magitech: Daru is decent at using both forms of crafting. Well enough that he was once offered work in the R&D section instead of becoming a field agent. However, he felt that he got better results and improvements when in the thick of things, seeing how his devices effected the enemy.

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  PROFILE

  NAME...

  Indrys "Rye"

  CODE NAME...

  DRG-05

  GENDER...

  Female

  AGE...

  26

  DATE OF BIRTH...

  17 November 2021

  BIRTHPLACE...

  Kouka

  RACE...

  Dragonborn

  AFFINITY...

  Fire

  RANK...

  B

  SQUAD...

  TBA

  Appearance

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  height:

  5'8"
  

  hair color:

  Red, a crimson hue not unlike the burning hot embers of a fire taking its first breaths.
  

  eye color:

  A deep crimson, almost reddish-brown hue.
  
  //WIP (it's still being drawn, sorry yall)
  
  

  

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  Personality

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  Rye is quite the stereotype of the 'dumb jock that means well'. She's strong-headed, determination like steel and loyal to a fault. She cares for all those around her, and is a ball of energy with a sturdy attitude to training and spending time with friends. She never seems to take much all that seriously, though perhaps her being oblivious to a lot of things has more to do with it. Unless someone says something to her face she struggles to grasp at small nuances and hidden motives. She has a big heart and will gladly put herself second to aid someone else, seeing no task as too small or too big. She's a firm believer that everyone has good and bad inside them, and that they all deserve a chance. Despite her somewhat fiery appearance, her temper is in fact fairly cheerful and laid back.
• Backstory

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  Indry was brought to the land of Kouka when she was still just an egg, presumably via thieves or smugglers. The small egg survived without a source of heat or comfort for who knows how long, one day when visiting the inner city a couple of Eastern Dragonborn heritage stumbled upon the egg nestled away in an abandoned cart on the outskirts, presumably the culprit responsible had either fled or been captured for the stolen goods. Not wanting the child to come to harm should it have survived they quickly took it in and provided the warmth it so desperately craved. Immediately turning back towards their coastal village in hopes the young child would make it.
  
  It wasn't long after they arrived that the egg began to hatch, and out came what they could only describe to Rye in stories later as the 'cutest little fire-red baby they had ever seen'. Which she often remarked playfully in turn that she was the only red dragonborn baby they'd met, to which they'd all laugh gleefully. Growing up Rye was given all the love and warmth a child could desire, albeit perhaps a bit too much early on out of her parents worry, she was after all- different. Even among the scattered Dragonborns who inhabited Kouka in their respective communities, they had never met nor heard of a Western residing here.
  
  As she aged her differences were quickly overlooked by those in the village that loved the energetic little red-head kid, and her adoptive parents troubles faded into obscurity. However, deep-down Rye knew that she was different. Unlike her parents she wasn't good at swimming, she had wings and although not good at it yet would one day be able to fly, she breathed fire whilst they manipulated the elements with their hands in what she could only describe as a beautiful dance. As for the majority of the village, they were mostly of Sylvon and often required the few Dragonborn to help aid in any of the more strenuous tasks around the village.
  
  Due to this, from a young age Rye had taken it upon herself to help where possible. She was already an incredibly strong child, and by the time she reached late childhood she could easily carry out tasks even the adults were doing. Upon turning twelve her father began to train her to use her abilities and seemingly endless energy in combat, being a member of the royal guard many years ago. Though her magic was different and a challenge, she soon began to pick up more control, able to summon her flames to her palms instead of from her throat. It was a small step, but it filled her with determination to get better, to be like him when she grew up.
  
  This basic training soon turned to her physical abilities, punches, kicks, stamina and combining these with her flames. She trained tirelessly when not helping others with odd-jobs or playing with others her age. Upon turning eighteen her parents knew she was ready for bigger things, truly becoming the fighter they knew she was meant to be. And after a long discussion and many tearful goodbyes to those around, she set off promising she'd return when she'd become even stronger than her dad.
  
  It was one night, on her journey towards the inner city to enlist in the guard that a rift caught her whilst sleeping. Truth be told she was such a heavy sleeper she barely noticed, but when opening her eyes she found herself in a strange world she'd only heard whispers of from the travelers passing by, a place she'd soon come to know as 'Earth'. Asking around at first she was- well, not scared. To be honest she was far too excited and confused to feel fear at the time, though perhaps that was also her stubborn nature. It wasn't too long until she found another Sinoa native, an Aegir, who pointed her toward Arcarum.
  
  Initially it had only been to work out how she was meant to get home, but after finding out about what they did, the battles they got to experience against actual monsters, she was thrilled. And surely her parents wouldn't be mad, right? I mean- technically she was still performing her duty as a guardian. From there, the rest is history. She flew up the ranks as the years went by, though inexperienced she learned quickly and practiced at every spare moment, her dedication and previous training boosting her forwards to the present day.
• Relationships

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  Daruu'maka

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  Role Model

  Played by Seraph Darkfire

  Rye looks up to Daru, the first other western Dragonborn she'd met. She sees him as a rolemodel and looks up to him.

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  First Surname

  Age

  Relationship

  Played by

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  Played by

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• Combat Data

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  Equipment

  001. Gauntlets

  A pair of gauntlets augmented to channel the users fire magic to expel in high temperatures through the hand, on contact with the opponent a burst of flame can be unleashed with focus, somewhat like an explosion aimed away from the user.
  
  

  

  Combat Data

  002. Scales

  Rye uses her scale patches to deflect including damage and absorb some of it, however her regular skin isn't able to take sharp cuts or blunt attacks nearly as well. These area's are present on the back of her hands, forearms, shoulders, tops of her feet, back of her shins, lower back and cheeks along with the upper edges of her wings making them very hard to target when folded in, acting almost as a shield for her back.
  
  She has an innate resistance to not only her own flames but others to a high degree, this isn't to say she can't be burnt or overheat but it would take an immense amount of flame and heat to do so.

  003. Fire Summons

  Being taught by her Eastern father from a young age to use magic in a more creative form than simply breathing it has allowed her to summon bursts of fire around her fists, often channeled into her gauntlets to be used offensively. Due to his training her fire breathing is lacking, but her control over bringing forth and keeping the flames burning is something to be admired. She can also launch these flames forward like a projectile, trading the high impact of her melee strikes for a somewhat weaker, long distance approach.

  004. Physical Prowess

  Rye has trained ever since a child in the more physical aspect of her powers, not one to rely on weapons but instead her own body. Her heritage has given her incredible strength, her punches and kicks able to shatter rocks, she often will utilize her tail alongside her other limbs as it's scales protect against most sharp attacks when her gauntlets are not available. Along with this she is able to use the large horns upon her head for ramming attacks when needed.

  005. Flight

  As a dragonborn gifted with wings she can, of course, fly. It is not used all too often due to the strain it can put on the user over time, the inner sections more vulnerable than the scaly exterior when fully opened.
• Notes

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  001.

  Rye will often be found sleeping when off-duty, she is what one would consider fairly young in dragonborn standards, and despite appearing fully mature outwardly, her abilities and body is still developing. This, coupled with her energetic personality and frequent training leads to needing to grab sleep wherever possible.

  002.

  Rye loves all animals, but often gets scared she'll hurt them if she touches them due to her strength. As such she will often admire them from a distance, loving how soft and fluffy their fur can be, this has lead to her becoming very timid around Sylvon's, despite growing up around them.

  003.

  Rye first started wrapping her feet and hands with bandages when she was young, she refused to wear shoes and would often get cut up on the soft parts of her feet and scrape her palms when falling over, the old lady next door proceeded to wrap them up to 'keep her safe' and ever since they've been a type of good-luck charm, it would be hard to catch her without them besides when showering.

  004.

  Rye has never liked the taste of coffee, coming to Earth it seems like a common drink, but the bitter taste is something she'd much rather prefer to be replaced with chocolate or strawberry milk.

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[Nessi]

Kim Yukhin

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• 01
  name

  Kim Yukhin

  nickname

  Water-Satan

  Gender

  Female

  age

  28

  date of birth

  August 8, 2019

  Rank

  A-Rank

  Race

  Aegir

  Elemental Affinity

  Water

  Height

  5'4

  Hair Color

  White

  Eye Color

  Yellow

  Coffee preference

  Enjoys coffee

  Squad

  Nu-8

  appearance.

  
  Kim appears to be a young and slim girl with strikingly yellow eyes and near razor sharp teeth. Thin tentacle like whispers protrude from her face, and behind her head a long, thick, black membrane trails her, with purples, reds, and oranges glowing dimly. Her ears are sharp like and Elfs, and her fingers are webbed, her forearms sporting spikey fins. Normally, her skin and veil are dry, however, during combat they become slippery and wet.

  personality.

  
  Most of the time, when people speak with Kim, they describe her as 3 things. Loud, obnoxious, and immature. While those are some words to describe her, and she is very immature, Kim does show kindness to those who she deems worthy of her respect. When she is told to kill something, she'll do it twice just to make sure it gets done, and when the safety of her squad members is thrown into the mix...Let's just say Kim will actively disregard orders on a regular basis. She goes where she wants, when she wants, and is known for raiding the kitchen late at night for a bit of late night sushi.
• 02
  backstory.

  
  Before coming to Earth, Kim was known as K'ivtra of the Naruvia, a species of aquatic dragon like Aegir. They seldom interacted with others, as they resided far away from most humans. For a while, Kim was as secluded as the rest of her kind, the only time she saw people is when they attempted to sail threw her people's territory, most with the objective of hunting Naruvia, for Naruvian parts were highly rare and sought after by many for it's potential destructive properties. Though she sunk ships on sight, she never hated humans, they always fascinated her, she wished to know more about them, but the dangers of doing so always kept her away from them.
  
  One day, as Kim swam through the sea looking for something to eat, a rift was opened under her feet, and she was sucked out of Sinoa, a true tragedy. She was sent to the Florida keys, and unfortunately scared the living hell out of the residence. Before she was shot to hell, Arcarum recovered her, and explained to her the situation that she was in. At that moment in time, she was only 19, but decided (forced) to join Arcarum. It didn't take long for her to become a fully fledged agent, and was assigned to squad Mu-12. Though her squad mates never outright said it, they were always weirded out by her appearance, her human form was never human enough for them. They never could pronounce her name correctly, so they called her Kim, which K’ivtra thought was an a good nickname. She loved her squad, they stuck out for her and she tried her best to do the same. She thought that after so long, she had finally made friends outside of her kinsmen.
  
  But she couldn’t be any more wrong.
  
  Squad Mu-12 were sent on a mission to take out a monster that came through a rift. It was suppose to be an easy mission, Kim had confidence that she and her squad would be able to beat the monster with ease. When they arrived to the mission grounds, all that laid before them was a large rock. Kim’s squad laughed until the rock grew in size until it was a giant compared to the agents. Kim laughed manically, and prepared to fight, saying that the odds were even now. But when she turned to her squad mates, they were gone, they left her to fend for herself. Before she could register where they went, a rocky fist slammed into her back, and she went flying. As she recovered, it dawned upon her that her squad never truly liked her, they feared her, they didn’t value her as a friend, they just never wanted to get on her bad side.
  
  Kim transformed into her True form, and engaged the golem, blasting it with powerful jets of water and frying it with electricity. When that had little effect, Kim used brute strength to topple the beast. She fought the golem for what felt like hours, and slowly begun to lose hope. Then she heard an aircraft, and a saw another squad come to her aid, and together they dispatched of the golem.
  
  but it wasn’t done for Kim.
  
  After being left once, her trust was at all time low, and she stomped, letting out a ear piercing roar that shook the earth around her. And yet the squad before her didn’t falter. Kim shrunk down, and back into her human form, and introduced herself, asking which squad they belonged to. nu-8 was the squads name, and Kim had taken a great liking to them after being with them for a short while. When asked to join the squad, she accepted without a doubt in her mind.

  relationships.

  
  Asanah: Kim holds a high respect for the leader of nu-8. Even when faced against some's worse nightmare, she stood her ground and stared it right in the eyes. Kim will follow her order's to a T, and has complete faith that she won't ever abandon her like her last squad did.
  
  Rook: At first, it was simply jokes made by Asanah that Rook and Kim would look good together. Eventually, Kim would have thoughts about how Rook looked real handsome all of a sudden. One thing led to another, and all of a sudden, a very peculiar relationship was born.
  
  Heathcliff Ikilen: Kim sympathizes with Heath, seeing as both of them had squads that they were no longer with, though for different reasons. Kim always sticks her neck out for Heath, and make sure that he's okay before she goes to do anything else.
• 03
  abilities.

  
  With a natural affinity for water, most of Kim’s abilities revolve around her ability to use powerful water abilities and quickly follow up with electricity, the only other element she can utilize properly. She fires out water in beams of water from either her hands or her mouth. Alternatively, Kim will make giant bubbles of water, and launch them at enemies. As battles rage on, her body will become more electrically charged, and her body will glow a dangerous blue, and her natural colors will be more bright and violent. At max charge, Kim’s electrical abilities will be more potent, and she can choose to discharge it all at once in an extremely dangerous electrical explosion.
  
  [Crushing wave/Striking tide]
  Kim flings her arm out horizontally, causing a wave of water to rush towards her opponent’s and knocks most over. In her true form, she unhinges her jaw, and water flows out and once Kim has accumulated enough water, she stomps and beats her wings, causing a large wave of water and debris to crash into her foes. While these are powerful waves, they are easy to read, and can be avoided.
  
  [Pressurized beam/Nautilus beam]
  Kim shoots out a thin but highly powerful stream of water that can cut through rock with ease. In her true form, she cloaks her body with her wings, and shoots out 2 powerful beams in short bursts. Whatever comes in contact with the beams will explode with water after a short time. While using this ability, Kim cannot move.
  
  [Absorb]
  Kim can absorb any source of water in order to power her spells. If she’s out of water, her spells won’t be as effective as they could be.
  
  [Shapeshifting]
  Kim is able to change her physical appearance in order to either be more humanlike, or to her true form.
  
  [An end to all things]
  A spell that takes a long time in order to set up due to the chanting needed and the fact that Kim must be at maximum charge in order for the spell to be activated. When all requirements are met, Kim covers the surrounding area in a substantial amount of water, and takes to the sky. The weather turns, and rain begins to fall before Kim crash’s into the ground, discharging electricity in a massive explosion. This ability requires permission from headquarters to use, and leaves Kim immobile for the next 12 hours.
• 04
  Equipment

  
  

  01.

  [Azure Blades]
  Kim is rarely ever given permission to use her ancestral form for missions, so she picked up dual blades to use due to her fists not being too effective when trying to kill monsters. These blades have a fairy Script imbued into them that makes it so that when they are swung, they produce electricity. Kim mainly uses this ability in tandem with her water ability to deliver electrical shocks.

  02.

  [Electrical Mantle]
  Think of this like armor that goes over her black tail that flows behind her, it goes over it, and allows her to control her electricity in her human form, she also uses it to block incoming attacks. Before she transforms she's suppose to remove the mantle, but sometimes she forgets.

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[Verite]

• Basic Info
• Combat Data
• Personality
• Backstory
• Relationships

• 
  Name
  Veren
  This is, of course, not her real name, but rather a nickname, par for the course for Tenebria. Her true name is not known to any of her peers.
  
  Codename
  Raikou
  
  Gender
  Female
  
  Age
  Around 60 years old
  
  Date of Birth
  December 1, 1987
  
  Birthplace
  Grisea
  
  Race
  Tenebria
  
  Height
  6'2
  
  Hair Color
  Teal
  
  Eye Color
  Magenta
  
  Extra
  She takes her coffee with at least three sugars and three milks. Not a single less for either.
  
  May or may not have stashes of frozen beast hearts hidden around for her own personal snacking convenience.
• Elemental Affinity
  Lightning
  
  Rank
  A-Rank
  
  Squad
  Omicron-6
  
  Equipment
  Veren's main weapon of choice is a sword, which she has named the Vajra. Though initially designed as functionally an ordinary sword, it is imbued with a Fairy Script that grants it with the properties of lightning, in line with Veren's own affinity. However, it is also capable of being used as a projectile; when combined with specialized one-use runes, which she calls Thunderbolts, Veren can throw her sword and, as it hits its prospective target, cause a concentrated explosion of electric energy to shock anything or anyone within the affected radius.
  
  Abilities
  As a Tenebria, Veren is intrinsically gifted with an advanced understanding of magic, able to draw out potentially devastating spells under the right conditions. In cases of general magic, like the rest of her race, she can compel others to her will with her mere words, though she personally dislikes using such an ability, on top of the fact that anything more than simple commands would drain her mana within moments. As listed above, her affinity in particular happens to be Lightning, so her specialty lies in conjuring and manipulating the element as she pleases while also being functionally resistant to any Lightning attacks thrown her way as well.
  
  In terms of her physicality, befitting her rank, Veren is hardly a slouch in that department, possessing strength through rigorous training that is seldom matched by any of her fellow Tenebria. In line with her training as an Arcarum agent, she is also well versed in close quarters combat (or CQC) as well. However, her most favored trait is her agility and flexibility, able to move as fluidly as a snake as she pleases.
  
  Of course, Veren is not infallible either. Like just about every other Tenebria, her tail is essentially her designated weak spot; even just having it be grabbed would be enough to debilitate her for a moment. Her horns also happen to be similarly sensitive, though not as much.
  
  One of Veren's favorite spells includes one called Godspeed, in which she channels the power of lightning to travel great distances in the blink of an eye. Though most practically used as a means of quick travel in the heat of battle, the technique can also be used offensively to attack someone while charged with concentrated lightning. However, such an ability uses up a great amount of mana when used carelessly, so it is one that she cannot afford to abuse. Her favored ultimate technique is dubbed Almighty, in which she commands the very world itself to conjure and concentrate a lightning storm and unleash it upon wherever she chooses like a gesture of divine punishment from the gods of your own choosing, simple yet effective. Fittingly, upon using such a technique, Veren will be rendered nigh-powerless due to using up nearly all of the mana in her being, and requires an extended amount of time to recharge herself.
• Always seeming to take everything in stride with a laid-back and cool-headed exterior, Veren is perhaps the last kind of person one would expect to be an A-Rank agent in Arcarum. Never seeming to take things too seriously in her day to day, one could perhaps describe Veren as a hedonist who lives in the moment without much worry for the future. She enjoys teasing her peers when she gets the chance, and generally enjoys the company of others. In other words, an open, sociable creature. Though the Tenebria might have a reputation for being fearsome and self-serious about themselves and their place in Sinoa, at least from Veren's point of view, she by comparison has little interest in dwelling on her own power and lineage in casual conversation, perhaps owed in part to her relative youth for her species. Despite said youth, she tends to speak in an old-fashioned manner at times, which can occasionally give her an air as though she is older than she seems.
  
  Despite her impishly dry mannerisms and sense of humor, Veren can be characterized by her genuine love and interest for Earth and its people. Ever since she first heard of that strange, other world that existed parallel to Sinoa, she had become fascinated with it, being more interested in the many facets of Earth than even her own world's history, and this feeling only became stronger once she appeared on Earth proper. Perhaps it is the humans' collective desire to better themselves despite their comparative weakness and lack of wisdom, or their freedom to choose to live as they desire, or maybe a bit of both.
  
  However, despite everything, Veren is no faint-hearted fool. She is more than capable of taking matters seriously when the situation calls for it, and even seems to revel in conflict, even having an honest taste for violence that perhaps drives her more than she cares to admit. Though she may enter the battlefield with a playful, confident demeanor, her temperament isn't without limits, and if she believes the situation calls for it, she is not afraid to show her enemy the true meaning of the word "demon." Certainly, one could say that while her normally easy-going mien does much to undermine the fact that at her core, Veren is a fearsome Tenebria through and through, and all the baggage that comes with it.
• Though Veren had been born into a bit of an unremarkable bloodline of Tenebria in the land of Grisea, she was gifted at birth with a great deal of natural strength and command of magic. Whereas those around her in the dangerous borders of Grisea greatly valued strength however, Veren was decidedly uninterested in her own power and the responsibility that came with it, using it for little more than pure necessity by way of disposing of monsters that had dared to come crawling to Grisea from the Void Lands and threaten the stability of the land. For the first few decades of her life, Veren was a decidedly aimless individual, content to simply live day by day without much thought for anything else, not for the mystery of the Ancients nor their affluent descendants who coveted her power. The only thing that had ever seemed to pique her interest was the curious other world known as Earth, right down to the first time it was discovered with the First Cataclysm in the year 1999.
  
  In the year 2037, at the tender age of 50, the first year of adulthood for her specific sub-species, Veren partook in the coming of age ceremony custom of all Tenebria of the land, successfully navigating through the harrowing Labyrinth of Abraxos as was tasked of her. Though such a feat stands as a testament to Veren's strength, it was only from this point onward that she could say her life had truly begun.
  
  Just one short year afterward, on a day like any other, Veren had taken it upon herself to venture into the Void Lands to dispose of a reported nest of monsters that had gathered relatively close to the Grisea border before they could be of any true nuisance. However, it was in this fateful encounter that everything changed, as it was during this time that a rift happened to appear, enveloping Veren and the monsters straight to Earth. By the time Arcarum agents had caught wind of the rift and mobilized to take care of the potential threat, they were instead greeted by the grisly sight of Veren practically bathed in the beasts' blood. And thus began Veren's relationship with the organization.
  
  Having always been intently interested in Earth, and never feeling so attached to her home anyway, Veren was in no hurry to return to Sinoa, and instead was excited to learn firsthand what kind of place Earth was, and what kind of people its inhabitants were. Over the following decade, Veren had acclimated well to Earth, taking in its many cultures and norms. During this time, she also joined Arcarum, initially on a whim to meet new people, learn more interesting things, and encounter any manner of powerful foe, and in a matter of years, Veren was already an A-Rank Agent before her 60th birthday, solidifying her place as one of its strongest members.
• TBA

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[AreSneksSly]

• Agent Information
• Appearance
• Biography
• Combat Data

• 
  Name: HNTR
  
  Code Name: Hunter
  
  Gender: Hunter does not consign themselves to one identity or the other. Their presentation is wholly neutral, the android preferring darker swaths and smaller, form-fitting clothing. Call them whatever you wish; as long as you’re not taking away from the mission, Hunter doesn’t care what you want to refer to them as.
  
  Age: 11
  
  D.O.B.: August 5th, 2036
  
  Birthplace: Arcvine City, Earth
  
  Race: Android
  
  Elemental Affinity: N/A
  
  Rank: B-rank
  
  Squad: Kappa-101
  
  Coffee Preference: Hunter cannot drink, though if they were able to, chances are they'd prefer plain black coffee. Or tea.
  
• 
  Height: Their default is 5’6, but their adjustable spine allows for several feet of growth.
  
  Hair Color: N/A
  
  Eye Color: With no need to appear human, Hunter’s eyes are just blank white sheets.
  
  Body Description
  ‘Hunter’s body is made up of metal plates, all of which slide together to form as close to human-like movement as is currently possible with today’s technology. Compared to their predecessors, Hunter’s movements may not be as graceful, but their body allows for self-maintenance, all of which is easily accessible to the AI itself.
  
  Here, at the midriff, you can see that the interlocking plates become nearly invisible. This allows them to be surprisingly limber, each plate capable of turning to certain degrees.
  
  You may also notice the unusual jaw. You see, the head plate and jaw plate are separate, and these cords could be thought of as the masseter muscles. Hidden at the sides of their jaw are the more mechanical inner workings, and these could be thought of as the digastric muscles.
  
  Now, as I tap these ‘muscles,’ you may notice there is a slight sound shift between this and the normal body plates. This is because we specifically designed Hunter’s jaw to be able to shut very quickly and very tightly. This makes it so that they are able to safely tear off large amounts of meat from bone with ease, although harder materials would prove difficult for them to rip up.
  
  Finally, let’s take a look at their teeth. Now, these are rather sharp, so I’d advise against touching them directly. These teeth were actually made with real animal enamel combined with metal. While not as easy to mass-manufacture, they are less likely to simply crumble under high stress. This unusual little detail about this model also means they have to brush their teeth. Luckily, we’ve created plenty of safety mechanisms to avoid internal water damage, although the rest of their body has gone through no such waterproofing.’
  
• 
  Personality
  The very essence of True Neutral. Though not necessarily a stickler for the rules, they still try to avoid trouble where able to. Hunter is happy to abide by the law unless it conflicts with their objective, in which case they’d throw it aside just as easily. To them, efficiency is key, and this seed of chaoticism allows for quick on-the-go thinking where it is needed.
  
  Out of missions, however, their personality could best be described as ‘grouchy.’ Although they themselves wouldn’t say it was an accurate descriptor for their attitude as a whole, it is what most people default to on first meeting with Hunter. And by meeting, I mean Hunter usually brushes them off. Or, if the person seems sufficiently amicable, they may just be lucky enough to receive a nod. It is truly rare for Hunter to grow fond of someone; the best one can hope for is tolerance.
  
  Backstory
  The story behind Hunter’s birth is very simple. The Eden Company wished to expand their library of models into combat bots, and the rise of magic infused robots offered them a potential niche to be filled. Knowing most of their competitors would be focusing on spell-casting robots first, the Eden Company decided to take a step back and design something sturdier. And so the Hunter Project began on August 5th, 2036.
  
  Built for efficiency and self-sustainment, The Eden Company started the Hunter Project with one thing in mind: AI capable of learning from mistakes. And alongside this project ran Eden’s own testing of magic circuitry. Because although they wouldn’t necessarily be releasing magic-centered robots, learning the systems on which they operated would still be a good thing to keep in mind for the future.
  
  Early test runs of magic infused robots weren’t very… successful, you could say, and fixing the holes in the testing facility was starting to get expensive. The Eden Company had little experience creating bots built for magic, as did most companies back then, so finding someone who was well-versed in Magitech was vital to them. But this shift in focus meant resources had to get shifted as well, so the Hunter Project was scrapped in late 2037.
  
  Skipping past the awkward early years to around 2039, the company finally perfected their magic system. Eden was shockingly successful in their ventures, having made a circuitry capable of holding around 20 to 30 spells. Now all that was left to do was make a robot capable of handling said spells.
  
  And thus the team went back to the drawing board while the investors groaned to themselves.
  
  However, with their main side project having finally come (close enough) to a conclusion, that meant the rest of the company finally had wiggle room to allow for more projects.
  
  One such project was the revived Hunter Project, repitched to the board as a solution to their current magic problem. With Eden’s focus so far having been mainly concentrated on personal service bots, hardy robots capable of handling high powered spells was not one of their specialties. The Hunter Project, however, had managed to draw up some mock-ups, and there were still some intact early models. So funds began pouring back into the Hunter Project, and the one who brought it up, Alex River, was put as the lead director.
  
  I'm sure you can guess the rest for yourself.
  
  Relationships: TBA
  
• 
  It’s safe to say Hunter can be pretty versatile. Athletic, sturdy and always with a spell in hand, the small android can take on a wide array of roles if need be. However, as they favor light equipment, heavy weapons are not their expertise.
  
  Spells
  With versatility comes caveats, of course, and although Hunter has a lot of powerful, general use spells, switching between them can take a little time. Ranging from 1 to 10 seconds (depending on the elemental difference between the spells), Hunter has to take time to load a new spell into their immediate use slot.
  
  Electric Kiss
  Although not quite the name Hunter would use for it, the spell basically covers Hunter’s body in a volatile aura that shocks anything that touches it. They usually use EK sparingly and only when in close range with targets.
  
  Rock Spikes
  As long as they’re in contact with the ground, Hunter can pull up the rocks around them to form thick spears of earth. Hunter can use this spell in a variety of ways, ranging from using multiple spikes to form a cage, to simply using the spikes as a long-range piercing weapon. Fair warning, though; the farther Hunter is from the spike’s point of origin, the longer it takes for the spike to be made. Bringing up multiple at once also saps a lot of power, and overusing the spell may bring them dangerously close to running out of energy mid-battle.
  
  Air Burst
  Though not as complex as their spells usually are, AB can still be very useful. Hunter tends to use it as a jump or speed boost, helping them navigate faster. They can also use it to push smaller objects around.
  
  Liquid Manipulation
  A more general use spell that works on all liquids, though Hunter seems quicker at using it to move water. LM, weirdly enough, also has a buffer time. Think of it like this: in the spell’s code, there are a million different lines to account for whatever Hunter is manipulating, meaning Hunter is unable to, for example, move water and oil at the same time. While one of their slower spells, the sheer versatility of LM means it can be very useful.
  
  Poison
  Commonly used in tandem with LM, Hunter can change a liquid’s structure to create a bubbling, frothing green poison. Though it usually takes effect when ingested, it needs a few hours to knock out an opponent. Hunter personally prefers to injure the target at close range first, then slam the poison straight into the open wound. While certainly cruder, this means the poison has direct access to the bloodstream, and it works much quicker because of it.
  
  Twister
  Saved for dusty or sandy areas, this spell isn’t as destructive as the name might imply, but it can still be useful for causing general discord.
  
  Equipment
  Wearing only a tank top, shorts and boots, the only other thing Hunter carries with them is a pair of gloves as well. The gloves seem specially made to fit them, having retractable claws and being able to clamp onto the insides of their arms. In case of emergencies, concealed within their micron device is a red pistol and three magazines with magical effects imbued into them, although they are not permitted to use their weapon without authorization first.
  

 

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• O N E
• T W O
• T H R E E
• F O U R
• F I V E

• NAME: Maz Viotto.
  
  CODE NAME: Agent M. Just M. Only M. Not Em. M.
  
  GENDER: Male.
  
  AGE: 26.
  
  DATE OF CREATION: June 9th, 2021.
  
  PLACE OF CREATION: Telderante. He was raised in Rocheste and thinks that's where he was born.
  
  RACE: Homunima. Homunculus + Anima. A clueless homunima who does not doubt he is a human, but a homunima nonetheless.
  
  ELEMENTAL AFFINITY: Wood.
  
  RANK: B.
  
  SQUAD: Kappa-101.
  
• HEIGHT: 5'9ft / 179cm.
  
  HAIR COLOR: Black.
  
  EYE COLOR: Pine green.
  
  DESCRIPTION: wip
  
• PERSONALITY:
  This? This right here? Is a walking bundle of nerves disguised as a human.
  
  Stumbling and usually not very confident in his speech or actions, many people at Arcarum do not think much of Maz. He's often found with his head in a book or wandering while biting at one of his nails, or mumbling something in Rochesti or writing something in a journal... while walking. Then tripping and almost falling, or maybe sometimes just straight up falling on his face. He's definitely known as that clumsy bookworm, and his occasional stuttering and somewhat odd way of speaking English does not help his image, at all. He's weird, he's really not cool or impressive even though he's a B rank agent, and he's kind of friendly but also can be cold and aloof, which is... strange. But that is what he's like, and he'd like it if everyone thought that was all he was like, because if people actually knew more about him then he might be in trouble.
  
  Most of the persona he presents to his comrades at Arcarum is a clever guise to throw people off. It's how he has figured out to adapt to Earth, after being on the planet for five years, and even before that, it was how he lived. He's really not as awkward as he always seems, and he's much better at speaking English than he acts (even though he does have a noticeable accent and says things weird sometimes), and he's not really that icy. He doesn't even like to pretend to be icy. He's naturally friendly and outgoing and intensely curious, which leads him to be bullheaded and reckless. He also gets into trouble that he could have avoided thanks to his insatiable thirst for knowledge, and he may or may not have been arrested once or twice because of digging too far into something, but no one needs to actually know that that ever happened.
  
  Because if people knew, then that would ruin his image, and he's spent the past five years on Earth trying to perfect it. Even though it's fraying at the seams now and bits of what he's really like keep leaking out. He's desperate to keep his persona intact so that no one questions him or digs too far into who he is, since he is genuinely terrified of being discovered. A life of being sheltered and hidden away from the majority of the world, then tossed into a new one and forced to start over, has made him into a very careful person, and it's also made him have trust issues, and he feels like he can't ever truly relax. He's not able to express the confidence, bordering on arrogance, he was once known for and he tries to keep how smart he is on the downlow - if he steps too far one way, then he'll be exposed, and he was taught to stay strictly within the lines drawn for him. Even after five years of being away from Sinoa, and from her, he still fears greatly for his own life, although, when he takes time to think about it, he doesn't know why he's actually so scared... Which is exactly why he doesn't like to think about it.
  
  Professionally, Maz is much more adept. While he is in professional agent mode, his old confidence and trust in his capabilities tends to take center stage and he becomes much more steady and like a B rank agent of Arcarum should be. On missions, specifically when he is engaged in combat, he becomes level-headed and observant and sure-footed. He's quick to notice things and does his best to help his team where he can, while also making sure to take care of his own wellbeing. His proficiency on the field only lasts for as long as there is danger: once everything is fine, the professional exterior falls away, and in it's place is the same old nervous weirdo everyone knows.
  
  
  LIKES: Earth fruits, friendly Earth animals, all books, libraries, journaling, Earth people underestimating him, sneaking around/deceiving others, investigating, experimenting, coffee. He doesn't have much of a preference for any coffee, though. He likes every coffee drink he's ever had. It makes him very bouncy and jittery, but he likes the bitterness of it.
  DISLIKES: His trust problems, several Earth cultural things, money, only a few laws (the stupid ones), damaged books, when he knows someone is lying to him, when people speak English with weird contractions or thick accents, dirt on his glasses, his past, cultists, fish, video games.
  
  HABITS: He fidgets. This presents itself with him picking at his nails or playing with his glasses or clothes or micron device, or touching his face or neck. His leg also bounces when he's still for too long and he taps a specific rhythm against the left side of his chest, or some other surface, whenever he's nervous, worried or pondering something. Of course, most of these are not real habits he actually has but are instead things he has come up with to add to his unassuming persona. The only real thing is the rhythm. It's always the same, with the same three fingers, in the same pattern.
  
• BACKSTORY: WIP I definitely will be working on it.
  
• EQUIPMENT
  Inside of the micron device Maz always has on him, he carries a few things for whenever he is out on missions. A first aid kit (for himself and any other agents who'd let him patch them up), a toolkit (for "patching up" Hunter), several small flash grenade balls that only activate when they come into contact with something, a small handgun, and a pen with green vine detailing on it.
  
  The pen is his weapon of choice - it's very smooth to write with, and it also can expand and turn into a pretty useful spear! When in pen form, the weapon is a steel fountain pen with a refillable ink cartridge (which can be filled with any sort of ink-like substance). The pen expands and changes into a spear thanks to Fairy Script engravings along the side of it - the fountain head of the pen morphs into a solid spear head of similar design and become narrower. The spear itself is rather sleek, with dark green vine designs running along the length of it and pooling at the flat bottom of it. The head of the spear flows seamlessly into the shaft of the spear and doesn't look like it can be removed, but there's a hidden pocket where a latch is at that, when pulled, releases the head. He carries a few replacement heads in his micron device but he usually doesn't change them out while on missions unless he needs to.
  
  A black skin tight full body suit that is the basis of his uniform covers his entire body, except for his hands and head. The arms of the suit end with a loop around the thumbs of each of his hands, covering a small portion of the back of his hands and palms. He wears a pair of lightweight athletic shorts over it, as well as a plain green t-shirt that he hides underneath the Arcarum jacket he was given (which is often zipped all the way up). Tied around his neck is a green bandana that is the same green color that Kappa-101 is attributed to. The skin tight suit is enhanced with fairy script so that it protects him from certain physical damage - slashes, scratches, some punctures, burns from minor fire spells, and corrosion. The runes that defend against corrosion are self-regenerating and take an hour to completely regen after they've been hit with any sort of corrosion spell. He does not know everything that the full body suit can defend against, but he knows he should probably not take it off, since he grew up wearing it and was told it would protect him from that which would harm him most.
  
  
  COMBAT DATA
  List out and/or explain whatever magic or racial abilities that your character possesses and how they utilize those abilities. Make sure to include any downsides/weaknesses they might have.

 

[Novelight]

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• Art: Honkai Impact 3rd

  PROFILE

  NAME...

  Sovetskaya Dragnov

  CODE NAME...

  Skadi

  GENDER...

  Female

  AGE...

  30

  DATE OF BIRTH...

  "November 11^th"

  BIRTHPLACE...

  Kouka

  RACE...

  Dragonborn

  AFFINITY...

  Ice

  RANK...

  A

  SQUAD...

  Upcoming

  Appearance

  Aut viam inveniam aut faciam tibi. I shall either find a way or make one.

  height:

  5’3” (164cm)
  

  hair color:

  silver
  

  eye color:

  dark grey

  ⬩ ⬥ ❖ ⬥ ⬩

  Personality

  To fear the capabilities of Man, births the idea of survival. With it, your purpose grows stronger. This single life you are given by the higher power should be used sparingly, should it not?

  As elegant as the wind but cold as the winter blizzard, Sovetskaya is the product of the witch's vandalism, directly resulting in her distant personality. Certainly, she understands the value of communication between teammates and will obliege for the sake of the operation, but for the last decade she has been serving the Arcanum, Sovetskaya proved herself to be the ultimate iceberg; forever immovable.
  
  The absolute pragmatism she lives by is her code and morals. All life is worth saving and there are no practical reasons to dislike people based on their ideologies. To each their own, she respects the individuality within everyone, yet she does not bother to understand it if it does not align with her ultra agenda to close the rift between Earth and Sinoa.
  
  As her aura radiates the atmosphere of everlasting winter, Sovetskaya continues to move forward to achieve her goals by any means necessary.
  
  

  Likes:

  Ice bath, cold drinks, exercise, frontline combat
  

  Dislikes:

  Family connections, bonding, coffee/caffeinated drinks
• Backstory

  A short but momentous event had forever changed Sovetskaya’s life.
  
  Half a century ago when the rift through the universe first occurred, chaos ensued within the small community of Dragonborn in Kouka, where Sovetskaya’s grandparents had once lived before her birth. Determined to stick to their code of doing the greater good for the benefit of the world, her grandparents aided in the endeavors of Sinoa, until they would inevitably find themselves in the doorsteps of Earth, where they would be among the first to see the other side of the world.
  
  Inspired by the origin of her ancestral blood, Sovetskaya Dragnov found herself desiring to venture into the other side of the world, fighting side by side with those who once knew of her grandparents’ background. She was a simple child to amuse. The idea of combat for the greater good had always made her energetic, as such behaviors were closely observed by her parents for sinister reasons unknown to Sovetskaya at the time. Like proper parents, she was strictly disciplined to remain conservative about the natural views of the Dragonborn, especially their community’s, in worry that Sovetskaya would be exiled due to their heroic values of wanting to save those who are less fortunate.
  
  Unbeknownst to Sovetskaya and her siblings who held disinterest in becoming warriors, they were born into a family of cultists scheming a plan to use the rift as an advantage to take over the ‘other’ world where only humans were active.
  
  It is unknown when the cult was formed and its dark origin to subdue the foreigners. Even to this day when the cult is no longer active, Sovetskaya struggles to locate the foundation of her former cult’s beliefs, having gone through the records and historical texts left behind by the ashes of the village she once lived within. Nonetheless, their objective was clear. To send a warrior of great potential into the other side of the world and find a way to close the rift permanently, forever imprisoning them in the foreign planet, alongside the humans that held almost no physical advantages to the warrior’s capabilities.
  
  Sovetskaya’s grandparents were merely the first warriors sent to enact the plan during the Second Cataclysm but were ultimately killed in battle against the beasts of the void.
  
  She does not remember how it happened. The ashes and flames that had clogged her nostrils during her childhood are all she remembered. One day she was living happily at her home, alongside her siblings and family that took great care of each other as all family would. The day after, she was being carried away within her father’s arms, tearing at the sight of her village becoming mere ashes until she could settle in the outskirts of Grisea, having only her father as her caretaker for the time being.
  
  If one were to ask her about further explanations about her origin, all she could tell you was that the first realization that her village had gone ablaze was when her mother had tried to murder her husband while their children were watching. That image had burned into her memory, as much as she would like to erase it permanently.
  
  The rest was history and to this day, her father, who has been missing ever since her beginning career in Arcarum, has never told the true reason behind the village’s massacre, except for the one truth that he was not the arsonist that had made the cult disband from the lack of survivers.
  
  Living the rest of her childhood years in Grisea, she was taught physical combat and the utilization of magic to the highest degree by her father for the sake of one objective: To close the rift and end this chaos once and for all.
  
• Relationships

  Character 1

  Age

  Position

  Played by Nobody

  TBA...

  ⬩ ⬥ ❖ ⬥ ⬩

  Character 2

  Age

  Position

  Played by Nobody

  TBA...

  ⬩ ⬥ ❖ ⬥ ⬩

  Character 3

  Age

  Position

  Played by Nobody

  TBA...
• Combat Data

  Equipment

  001. Monarch of Glaciation

  Sovetskaya has absolute control over her ice affinity and is considered an adeptus if one where to observe her performance. With elegant movement taught by the various of teachers she had trained under in Grisea, she is able to create large ice pillars and sharpen it to impale monsters with great efficiency.

  002. Sword Regalia

  A plasma powered weapon created from the core technology of plasma control, Sovetskaya wields a sword-gun hybrid that is capable of both long and close combat. It is capable of cutting through steel and has no issues getting the job done. It can become a long-ranged plasma rifle for a indefinite duration as long as the batteries are being charged after usage. Unfortunately, charging the Sword Regalia is rather difficult and time consuming and is required several minutes to reload her weapon.

  Combat Data

  003. Hymn of the Draconian Verdict

  Sovetskaya was born with the rare talent to be highly efficient with magical barriers. She can protect herself and others in a large dome of pure magical shield during a time of ambush. Though, she cannot do anything while this ability is being used as she must focus in channeling her energy to strengthen the shield.

  004. Dragon's Fear

  Sovetskaya can perform a mana-infused shout that acts as a unique form of taunt. Unfortunately, because she was born hornless, this power is highly limited to low and mid-tier monsters.

  005. Sacrilege of Boreas

  Her ultimate ability that can consume a vast amount of her stamina, but for an A-rank agent of her caliber, she is no stranger of having to use this ability once or twice and continuing to fight afterwards. Sovetskaya stomps her foot forward as her mana expands throughout her lower body, erupting below her feet and into the ground beneath her, creating a massive field of frozen spikes that will penetrate through the ground and impale whatever is unfortunate enough to get in her way. The cast duration of this specific ability is dependent on the field radius and thus can range from half a minute to several minutes.
• Notes

  001.

  Sovetskaya is by no means an asocial individual. She is capable of casual conversations despite being known for her difficult ambiance.

  002.

  Some accuses her of having a superiority complex while some has labeled her a simple abrasive individual.

  003.

  For reasons unknown to almost everyone that has worked with her, she has a seething hatred towards the idea of eating a meal before a mission and cannot even observe someone munching on something before the initial operation. This can include coffee and other beverages.

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  PROFILE

  NAME...

  Ikilen, Heathcliff

  CODE NAME...

  Haze

  GENDER...

  Male

  AGE...

  669 years old

  DATE OF BIRTH...

  ---

  BIRTHPLACE...

  Unknown

  RACE...

  Anima

  AFFINITY...

  Smoke

  RANK...

  A

  SQUAD...

  nu-8

  Appearance

  Our laughter disappeared from the city, and with a tired looking face, I blamed it on someone else to settle my heart, but it’s still murky.

  height:

  6’2” (187cm)
  

  hair color:

  midnight blue
  

  eye color:

  emerald green
  
  Insert: a tall, athletic-built man moves through a lobby. His formal attire, influenced by Telderante and Earthly fashions, allows for assumptions that this man is either well off or hails from an affluent background. In addition, he moves with such grace and tact- almost as if he was trained to walk in a specific manner. So, even if the room was in complete silence, his footsteps make minimum feedback so that even a light-sleeping child wouldn't be disturbed.
  
  He's coming closer now and this is when you start to notice something strange. With a keen eye, there is a faint haziness surrounding him. It follows wherever he goes like a shield to obscure onlookers just a smidge. Hanging between his lips is one of those traditional tobacco pipes. It's specifically called a Japanese Kiseru pipe, which you quickly learn is the root behind the haziness surrounding him. Being in close enough proximity of him, you prepare for the bitter stench of tobacco but instead, pick up a faint sweetness. The man's vibrant eyes reach yours and he smiles, knowingly, before a newcomer hands him something. It's a cup of coffee- specifically a macchiato sweetened with caramel- his favorite.
  
  The man speaks with the coffee delivery man. His voice is as smooth as milk foam, strong like espresso, yet kind like honey. It is a charming voice- fitting for someone with such a charming face. However, anyone with sharp hearing could distinguish his way of speaking as rehearsed and lifeless. He begins to say something along the lines of a "soccer game for the 'Little Ones'... arrive no later than 4 o'clock sharp or face repercussions... have the refreshments at xx degrees Fahrenheit... have Urgent Care on standby..."
  
  Then follows four to five carts full of what the man deems as "requirements for emergencies and then some" to the cars waiting out front. The man walks along with the carts as he doubles, triple, quadruple checks that nothing is left behind. During his obsessive search, he checks his wrist encased with a red wristband. It glows vibrantly and he leaves without a second delay.

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  Personality

  Bodies and words should be for understanding each other but they’re used to probe one another, wearing each other down.

  
  

  He's a busy man- that Ikilen... Even those who are granted the pleasure of his presence can tell. There are a lot of duties and responsibilities that come with being both the protector and butler of a family as old as Barclay. Among them is maintaining a public image that positively reflects the family he is bound to serve. To those who do not know him (either on a personal level or none at all), he is quite charming. Rumors say people swoon over his smile- a smile that helps people feel safe and taken care of- even when danger is imminent. Others acknowledge how accommodating he is to people's needs, especially when he can do so through a quick observance. Above all, he is a gentleman that left women of Telderanti nobility dazed with infatuation.
  
  Because of his occupation, there are not many opportunities where he is found spending his free time leisurely. His mind will continue to organize schedules, solve unpredictable (and some nearly impossible) scenarios, and prepare for missions. For someone who people see as chivalrous and charming, he can be frighteningly obsessive when it comes to detail and ensuring that tasks are executed efficiently. Those who worked or are working with him (i.e. household servants or coworkers at Arcarum) are the main victims whenever his persona changes from the usual warm and friendly to cold and intimidating. His long history of dealing with dangers, changes, and traumas made him favor efficiency and caution. Therefore, actions that create a mess and cause the slightest bit of harm (either to property or people) give the man a massive headache, and so, it shouldn't be a surprise when Heath is overwhelming strict.
  
  Those who know Heath on a personal level can tell he is struggling with himself. The Anima considers himself as old and although he is accustomed to adapting to changes, there are some parts of him that are still stuck in the past. There are traumas, both old and new, that distract him from time to time. The fresher wounds that struggle to heal caused foreign feelings to blossom- doubts, fear, resentment, heartbreak... If he had the capability of sleeping, would he have nightmares?
  
  And then there was Nu-8... At first, he believed to be intruding on their well-formed dynamics. For some time, he alienated himself and acted withdrawn- as if scared of any deep relationship with them will be short-lived. Time was gracious enough and for someone who had many people rely on him, Heath wondered for once could he be selfish and lean on them for a while? Perhaps, could he close his eyes and rest? Just a few minutes... Then, he will wake up and start again.
  
  

  Likes:

  bedtime stories, fashion, children
  

  Disikes:

  chess, water
• Backstory

  We’ll vow to meet again, in a place beyond tonight. But precious places disappear, and not a thing can be done. Collecting emotions with nowhere to go, when is “someday”?

  Arcvine City, Year 2037
  
  "Little One? Little One!" Heath's voice rang from down the hall. Little One, or Laurie Barclay, laid leisurely in his bed with a tablet in his hand. He didn't answer Heath since he knew the butler would come into his room anyway. Expecting him to show the usual decorum, Heath entered unannounced and cut to the chase. It sounded like he ran all the way home from Mel knows where. "I heard from Valerie that you're taking the upcoming A rank exam with her and Thomas? Tell me honestly that she wasn't being serious."
  
  Laurie, who masked his displeasure with Heath's entrance, didn't respond right away. He took his time to finish reading on his tablet then calmly placed it down. He responded with a shrug. "Your sweetheart isn't lying. Couldn't this be settled through call," he says with indifference. The way he addressed Heath's girlfriend was thick with discontent. He never liked Heath's relationship with Valerie, especially since she was the sister of the man Laurie disliked. At some point, they were all friends and stuck together like glue, but Laurie felt betrayed by Thomas for being chosen as their squad leader. In his mind, Thomas used his noble status as a tool to steal the position of leader from him. The recognition and fame were supposed to be his... To this day, however, Laurie never gave Heath a reason why he continued to stay.
  
  "Postpone your exam," Heath demanded boldly. "I will tell the others too, but please do not take the exam."
  
  Laurie slowly rose from his bed; the air turned thick with tension. Laurie always had a knack for doing that. He wore a challenging glint in his golden eyes and wordlessly dared Heath to explain himself. Heath ignored the menacing look and continued on. "As someone who only wishes to be a voice of reason for Little One, I am imploring you to skip this exam."
  
  Heath went on to explain his hunch. Since the exam was announced, Heath suffered a lack of concentration whenever the exam preparations were involved. Mistakes, the thing Heath detested the most, kept occurring under his supervision. It was almost as if some force of nature was warning him of something grave bound to happen if he continued to pursue the exam. At first, he initialized his lack of concentration and mistakes for nervousness, but Heath never once doubted Laviore Squad's quality of performance. His keen judgment was enough to reach a verdict.
  
  However, due to Laurie's stubbornness, he refused to listen to Heath's rambling. He was far more concerned about his ego and pride being wounded by those commoners- the Laviore twins. That night, Heath and Laurie underwent a fierce argument. Followed by it were a few fists being thrown, but those mainly came from Laurie. The argument ended with Laurie taking the final word and leaving the flat afterward. "After all the years we've been stranded in this lawless land, remember who you are bound to, Ikilen. You've indulged yourself in too much freedom. Your shackles are still tied to my name!"
  
  That was the last time Heath and Laurie had a proper conversation, and Heath failed to persuade his squad to postpone the exam. A few months from now, Laviore Squad set out for what they didn't know was their last mission together.

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  The Middle of the Ocean, Year 2038
  
  "Haaa...! Haaa...! Hang on, Little One."
  
  Where did it all go wrong? How could he miss the signs? They were a step ahead of us this whole time.
  
  Heath's panicked thoughts were interrupted by deafening groan and aftershock explosions of their ship. Debris scattered the ocean surface and a tower of smoke reached for the heavens. Heath, with a half-conscious Laurie in his other arm, struggled to stay afloat. In order to stay calm, Heath organized his thoughts. "Our micron devices were destroyed. They- they hijacked our comms. Thomas and Val-Valerie are still in the ship," Heath's voice cracked as he forced himself to say what he wished wasn't true. He could differentiate if it was tears or the saltwater dripping down his face. "We haven't responded for hours; rescue will come for us. The water is red and-" Heath paused. Heath knew he couldn't bleed. He looked over to Laurie frantically.
  
  Laurie suffered a fatal wound from the explosion. A large splinter of wood skewered his side and a shard of glass punctured through his right eye. The water was stained crimson as he bled out. The Barclay's breath was shallow and labored; yet, he coughed out a laugh. "Your reaction time worsens with age, Ikilen..."
  
  Heath cursed. The hold around Laurie trembled as he noticed Laurie's body was growing colder. He made haste to heal the wounds. His shaken voice recited one positive affirmation after the next, but Heath had long overexerted himself when he blew up the ship. His body ached from the inside out. His rationality kept him from focus, which caused Laurie's wound to heal poorly and the wounds would tear open again. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth and it mixed with the saltwater. "Keuk-! Enough Heath. Heath!"
  
  The Anima was sputtering affirmations pathetically, but his smoke started to dissipate as it merged with the water. Laurie's hand landed weakly on Heath's cheek and Heath paused to meet his eyes. He mumbled to Heath; the strength in his voice became less and less. These were his last words and his will that only Heath could know. Laurie's final order for Heath was to hear his name. A terrible ache rooted in Heath's chest, but he obeyed his Little One's command.
  
  "The sun sets under your glory, Laurie." The sun met with the horizon. Their kiss painted the sky with hues of pink and orange. As Laurie began to lose focus and the beat of his heart faded, Heath forced himself to continue. "May your travels be illuminated by..."
  
  
  

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  Afterwards...
  Laurie Barclay, Thomas Laviore, and Valerie Laviore were killed in action in the Summer of 2038. Heath Ikilen was recused a few hours after Laurie's death and was brought in for interrogation. The mission was compromised from the very beginning. Cult members hijacked their ship. Laviore Squad's micron devices were destroyed during the scuffle and the ship's communication system had long been scrambled since the mission began. Heath suspected their preparations were made far in advance and out of his hands, but Heath placed all the blame and guilt onto himself. Due to his recklessness and poor judgment, he was capable of disposing of the threat, but in exchange for his squads' life. A proper burial was held to honor the bravery and efforts made by the deceased agents. Furthermore, Heath was placed in rehabilitation and temporarily suspended from field operations.
  
  After two years, Heath is cleared to return to the field and was given the opportunity to join Nu-8. In the year 2045, he was successfully promoted to A rank along with them.
• Relationships

  No one’s to blame, and that’s why it’s hard. Lamenting with words with no destination. I just want to share carefree laughs with you, like always.

  ASANAH

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  SQUAD LEADER

  Played by You Know Rebel

  He was just getting accustomed to running simple assignments on his own like carrying cargo and organizing files when Asanah approached him with the idea of recruitment. Wary of her intentions, Heath joined anyway with enough persuasion and encouragement (especially from his therapist). Transitioning was a feat of its own, but Heath learned how to respect Asanah's methods of leadership and open himself up to forming acquaintanceship. He can relate with her to a certain degree, which helped him relax a bit more about being in a squad (joining wasn't a total regret, is what he means). She has pretty eyes, is what he thinks to himself when he's with her.

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  KIM

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  SQUADMATE

  Played by Nessi

  A naughty child on a sugar rush is how Heath best describes Kim. After raising children for his entire existence, Kim gives him a sense of nostalgia and then melancholy. Being around Kim eventually made existing a bit more manageable, but there are times when she brings out the overbearing and strict side of Heath. This is especially when it comes to field assignments. There were multiple times that Heath scolded her, but eventually, he got used to her tendency to disregard orders. Weirdly enough, Kim's culinary skills make him crave her food in the middle of the night.

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  ROOK

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  SQUADMATE

  Played by Nano

  Heath heard quite a few things about Rook's specialty in writing reports and at some point respected him. He might've stumbled upon reading some reports while delivering them. He thought that working with another one of his kind would make the transition to a new squad a bit more yielding, but Heath was quickly corrected shortly upon meeting the other Anima. The distaste towards Heath was apparent to him, which left him disappointed. At some point, he even wondered if joining was a mistake. Heath was persistent- determined to try rather than succumb to the doubt harboring his thoughts. Heath began to view Rook's discomfort toward him as cumbersome, which blossomed into annoyance. Their views of each other made squad bondings awkward. On some occasions, missions were treaded, but Heath learned to put aside their differences while at work. Outside of work, Heath treats Rook's presence as a lesser priority. He appreciates the cheesecakes he receives from time to time but refrains from consuming them since he isn't fond of the taste.
• Combat Data

  Making sure nothing else can be taken away, my heart will beat here constantly. Within a night where everything is cast away, I want to keep dreaming, as always.

  Equipment

  001. Telderanti Oxfords

  Although a collector of whatever he deems as fashionable, an out-dated (correction: "highly sophisticated") pair of Oxfords made by the finest clobbers in Telderante is the star of Heath's tailored outfits. Heath's wardrobe is supposedly high-end; however, it is not limited to only masculine designs. On occasion, he is seen wearing garbs of feminine touches like wispy fabrics and puffed out sleeves...

  002. Barclay's Bequest

  What was once passed down from father to the eldest sibling for generations now serves as a memorabilia on the thumb of the family butler. It is a silver ring engraved with the Barclay insignia and embellished with a jewel that was once given a routine buff. The Anima fiddles with the ring when he is feeling troubled.

  003. Life Support

  A long, thin tobacco pipe accompanies the Anima wherever he goes. The tobacco is... unlike any other...
  
  The ashes of his creator's kin aid in regenerating Heath's core. Whether from illness or old age, the body of a Barclay is cremated immediately after death, packed into ceremonial canisters to retain quality, and stored in a vault for later use. Mature ashes last longer than those who passed in their adolescence and a pinch of ash is meant to last a while. Other than that, Heath enjoys stuffing his pipe with flavored tobacco.

  Combat Data

  004. Duty of a Butler

  The Barclay's Hound was a dreadful nickname that stuck with him before he started caring for children. From bodyguarding to serving in wars, Heath realized weapons never suited him. Rather, the vessel he's been bestowed was far more practical than any armaments.
  
  Heath's approach to close-quartered combat is aggressive, swift, and confrontational. His tall, muscular build allows him to deliver heavier blows and overwhelm his opponents. He prefers to face his opponents head-on to better assess them. His own shrewdness picks out the weaknesses, and without delay, he goes for the kill. Quick and aggressive takedowns are his usual modus operandi since his mind has already moved on to the next task. One could say Heath doesn't like to play around with his prey. In dire situations, Heath will go as far as playing dirty and using objects within his reach so long as it gives him the upper hand.

  005. Sweet Lullaby

  Heath's affinity for smoke is manipulative. Therefore, he can maneuver his smoke to target opponents. This skill in particular allows him to tamper with the mind of his foes. The first indication of being within his grasp is hearing him hum a lullaby. Then a ticklish sensation occurs, followed by a scent that usually reflects a pleasant memory. A hallucinogen, in simpler terms, is cast. This skill was often used to sway the judgment of Telderante nobles or keep his foe's attention occupied by posing as their mother or spouse. Other times, it could be used to bring closure. Sweet Lullaby's duration depends on how long Heath can hum his lullaby within a single breath.

  006. Time Out

  Heath is capable of slowing down one or more enemies as long as they are within his smoke's range. Enemies will start to feel their body become sluggish, then their muscles begin to cramp until they are finally fully immobile. The procedure could be painless if Heath wanted to, but he's not against using this ability like tear gas. Heath tries to limit the number of bodies he can immobilize as any more than what he's capable of will only suffer sluggishness.

  007. Veil of Peace

  Privacy was difficult to come by in Telderante. Whether it was the press or snakelike eyes of the noble households, the Barclays utilized Heath's Veil of Peace as none other than a smokescreen to provide visual cover. This smokescreen can be used for oneself or to distort the enemies' eyesight. With a customizable opacity, Heath prefers to keep a haziness around him since his own arrogance makes him believe that people would be distracted by his charming looks. His enemies, on the other hand, would bear the brunt of being shrouded in darkness.

  008. A Motherly Touch

  Overseeing the well-being of others is part of the job description. When he isn't needed at the front lines of battle, Heath will do his part by tending to the wounded and escorting civilians to safety. His smoke can provide healing for a variety of wounds- internal and external. However, this particular enchantment requires Heath to verbally say positive affirmations to the patient. Otherwise, the wounds could mend incorrectly such as sloppy stitches or misaligned bones.
• Notes

  To keep the lamplight from burning out, I‘ll sing right now, to never let you down. I want to delight, keep thinking ‘bout the future. We’ll vow to meet again, in a place beyond tonight.

  001.

  Over the generations, Heath rarely addressed the Barclay children by their names. He only ever referred to them as "Little One(s)". Laurie Barclay, the now-deceased twin who entered Earth with him, requested Heath to address him by his first name before passing away.

  002.

  Heath's smoke has a typical range of 25-30 feet, but was once able to exert himself to 43 feet. By doing so, he needed to recuperate for a week.

  003.

  Heath avoids going out when it rains. Needless to say, he still flinches whenever there is water nearby.

  004.

  Heath visits the orphanage during his spare time to look after the children.

  005.

  Heath's smoke affinity does not work well against water.

  006.

  Heath's initial squad, Laviore, banded together in 2025. From then until 2045, Heath remained as a B rank agent.

  007.

  Heath was going to propose to Valerie Laviore once the A rank exam period was over. The couple had been together for five years.

  008.

  Heath's office area lack decoration. Only two photo frames are present- one of Laviore Squad and the other with Nu-8.

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[You Know Rebel]

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  PROFILE

  NAME...

  Asanah

  CODE NAME...

  Skull

  GENDER...

  Female

  AGE...

  27

  DATE OF BIRTH...

  November 23^rd

  BIRTHPLACE...

  Arid’Tr, Grisea

  RACE...

  Seliasm Sylvan

  AFFINITY...

  Unknown

  RANK...

  A

  SQUAD...

  Nu-8

  Appearance

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  height:

  6'3"
  

  hair color:

  dark
  

  eye color:

  gold
  
  Capturing her appearance - a slight smile full of poison, a challenging regal gaze, and the aloof air of a rulebreaker - Asa possesses a devious, fatale charm. She carries herself, though, with a kind of fluid confidence, giving others a steady, relaxed feeling, and for the most part, that feeling remains true. Like most sylvans, she’s capable of donning or shedding a multitude of different appearances, but she often fancies herself an oriental one. From wearing her hair in simple, cute buns to dressing in casual garb or provocative silk, her leisure style disregards some propriety, being mainly self-serving to her vanity.
  
  For the most part, Asa presents human, granted one with pretty, sharp canines, but her tongue is also long and snakelike. She obscures it well enough anyway that it’s rarely a talking point.
  
  
  

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  Personality

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  Betraying her natural allure, Asanah doesn’t like scheming, nor beguiling, and nor could she even care about getting her way through blatant seduction. Growing up in a clan of snakes may have made her versed in such concepts, but she much prefers interacting with others directly. Though, sometimes, she’s even too lazy to do just that. If something needs to be done, she would rather tackle it on her own. Of course, she has a thorough grasp of her own limitations, appreciating the help of others wherever she falls short.
  
  Nevertheless, with a voracious curiosity and fearlessness to failure, there are few things Asa wouldn’t throw herself into with determination. With great focus and perseverance, she’s undeniably a woman of strong character, taking considerable pride in her own hard work and stubbornness. While she meets life with her fullest capability, striving to constantly improve herself, she also has easygoing passions like cooking to enjoy her time. With Nu-8 often the happy guineas of her endeavors, it’s also moments like these that are the most precious to her.
  
  Yet her firm attitude isn’t without effort and, instead, carries much doubt and insecurity from her childhood. Her mistreatment back then has deeply instilled in her an abysmal sense of self-worth that she is keenly aware of. And because of her acceptance, Asana doesn’t regret what had happened then, reframing her vulnerability into a source of motivation to push herself, and to remind her of humility. Unfortunately, it also makes her blind to many things, interfering with her decision-making, where she can be at times too hesitant, or then too brash in retaliation, an inch from ideal. It’s her seasoned experience as a leader and the influence of her squad that helps offset her struggle to a significant extent, the weight of responsibility keeping her adequately whelmed in face of most scenarios, no matter how abnormal.
  
  That adaptability is her basest nature. While Asanah views her actions as individualistically driven, she nevertheless has the uncanny ability to reconcile any atmosphere or situation. The restraint of morality on her isn’t tight and, excluding her sense of loyalty and a particular distaste, she could make for a thriving machiavellian. But regardless of what she’s capable of, kindness is still her preferred modus operandi. How boring it is to chase dreams alone.
• Backstory

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  Across the jagged landscape, volcanic fumes brushed warmly through the numerous chasms, touching long miles of dust and bones. Inside its barren terrain, what once had been dense teeming flora, was now the struggling heart of a voracious wasteland. Carrying blood-scented winds, like a beast in its death throes, the land was created from an enormous shattering of sorcery. There was the collapsing then the reforming of tectonic plates, only leaving behind dust of its red skies, but even that wasn’t entirely the same. The nature that took place of its perished and bygone past was more dangerous than ever before.
  
  Arid'Tr’s life had only emerged for a short time, but the soil that had settled on its bottom was hard and savage. Many found their homes here on Grisea's corrupted outskirts that were verging into the Void Lands, including a band of Sylvan tribes. These groups prospered on the business of killing monsters and developed a fierce hierarchy amongst themselves.
  
  Every few decades, the competition over hunting grounds began. The powers in Arid'Tr would send their children as chips in these great clan games. These battles, however, had never crossed beyond decorum, such as directly killing each other, being that they were organized to strengthen alliances. After all, the troubles surrounding them were simply too many.
  
  Magic suddenly erupted like a vortex, spiraling boulders into pebbles in its impression of power. The blast missed its mark, agitating the magma beneath and forcing the trapped gas out as a ghastly wail.
  
  The cry was brief, quickly replaced by a demonic roar as Yomcai broke out under the giant mound of debris. Most areas on his large serpentine body flashed pale-white bones, appearing like gruesome injuries, but that was an aspect of his lineage. Although there were no eyes in the serpent’s fleshless skull, rage undoubtedly stoked their depths. Behind his sorry state was a cloaked figure, magic flickering in their palms. Their chase was calm and steady as the gap between them shrunk with increasing pressure.
  
  “Bastard, fuck your sister.” Yomacai hissed. Despite how he looked and sounded, his thoughts were calm and calculating, easily determining that the person was from an invasive force. Tenebrias were abundant here, and it was rare, if not impossible, for sylvans to reach this level of magicraft on their own. Or perhaps, one tribe had forsaken their pride and hired such outside help. But there was too much to consider and not enough to investigate, cursing them was just a way to vent.
  
  Then, without a stagger in his momentum, Yomacai swung his body around, whipping his head down the mage. A huge pair of fangs were revealed above the mage’s face almost instantaneously. He wanted nothing more than to swallow this person whole, but they swiftly evaded and all that force went into crushing the ashy ground below. Unfazed, he spat out a large lump of black smoke from his maw, engulfing the area. From the prior collision, he had swallowed the broken slags, making use of his earlier failings. Everything happened in one seamless motion, and the mage soon felt an endless weight pressing down on him. There was a flicker in the darkness, and then another screech of light. Multiple collisions resounded in rapid succession, too far for anyone to hear.
  
  The enormous shadow of a snake crashed down, cracking its head on obsidian-hard rock, shards flying. Unexpectedly, Yomacai was thrashed so thoroughly, a genius of his tribe. Still, defeating was one thing. Killing was another. The mage stumbled out of the haze and stared curiously at the empty scenery ahead, a faint dripping coming off them, the smell of injury. After a spell-laced deliberation, they pursued after his direction.
  
  Asanah stabbed her spear down into the white-ember dog’s head, letting the whimpers wane. There were around ten pups, all dead. She caught her breath, tight and shallow, before carving up the corpses as their materials were exchanged for points in the competition. But there was little meaning, her contribution was relatively insignificant, and Asanah herself was considered fodder by the clan. In a few years, she would be married off somewhere and raise children regardless of her result. Talent predetermined your future, strength your role.
  
  A strong wind arrived and caught her surprised, her long hair and fur clothes billowing uncontrollably. Her eyes teared up and she was forced to close them. A black tile spun in place before Asanah, reverting back into a wounded Yomacai who was unable to keep sustaining his form. Blood spat out from his mouth and covered her. Before she could react, she was choked to silence, a scream held shut by a solid grip.
  
  She saw the blood, her eyes bulged and swam like a drowning fish. There was confusion and some struggling until the fish realized it could breathe all this time. Asanah gave a sharp gasp, questions colliding in her mind.
  
  “Block them for me!” Yomacai growled hastily. He didn’t recognize who this girl was but knew her identity was beneath his at a glance. To his luck, he had sensed her out nearby while escaping and came over once realizing she was a fellow tribesman. Asanah collected herself slightly before attempting to sense who the enemies were. When she noticed Yomacai was already leaving, she yelled and stopped him.
  
  “Wait, you’re injured. It’ll be faster if I carry you.”
  
  “And I’ll depend on you? No. I can move by myself. Stay back and lead the mage astray. Take over my appearance, plus you have my stench. You can do this much.”
  
  Die for me essentially. Asanah was stunned, nodding heavily after. A small part wanted to deny and counter, but it was crushed by the clan’s teachings. If she could sacrifice herself for the clan’s interest, wouldn’t that be glorious? Thus she mimicked Yomacai, down to his clothing and injuries. One left and the other stayed back to cover his tracks.
  
  The wait was brief and Asanah sensed the enemy barely after she was done. She then sat down to rest instead of running, steeling herself to accomplish this properly. The mage stopped, studied her. A spear of light shot out and she threw out her spear to intercept it, but the metal splintered without resistance. Rolling back onto her feet to dodge, she fled, relying on her knowledge of the natural stone labyrinth and wildlife of Arid’Tr.
  
  Having often spent her days searching for herbs and medicine for the tribe, she grew familiar with the routes and territories here. She was too weak to help hunt, but she could run. On and on, she took them through countless detours and roundabouts, through lairs and burrows, placing her life on the line. There was hope she could survive, right there in her reach. Eventually, the attacks stopped altogether and Asanah realized the mage had given up. She turned and observed their ragged breathing. Clarity emerged in her gaze as well as a certain ferocity, although she wasn’t stupid enough to think the mage was truly exhausted of magic. This was still a chance to retaliate, nevertheless.
  
  “You’re not done?”
  
  It was but a fraction that Asanah felt something amiss before flames blinded her. Her ancestral form came out instinctively, a bodily reaction to its impending death, her instinct to struggle. Half her skull melted, then she was gone. No remains, nor ghost, but a rift was left in her place.
  
  Asanah felt herself freefalling, submerged in grey, and was so painfully aware of every sensation, especially that overbearing and itching emptiness. As the sense of dying lingered in her, her consciousness began fading away, right until a burst of air entered her lungs, screaming to the girl she was still alive somehow. Atop one of Arcvine’s tallest buildings, before she could even process the lights, wind, whatever kept her grounded, her bloodstained face leaked out a smile as exhaustion took her.
  
  She didn’t even realize there was a certain woman behind her watching all this occur, their cigarette slipping out and hitting her on the head….
• Relationships

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  Rook

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  Squadmember

  Played by Nano

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  Heathcliff Ikilen

  669

  Squadmate

  Played by nios

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  Kim Yukhin

  28

  Squadmate

  Played by Nessi

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• Combat Data

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  Equipment

  001. Bat

  Standard Arcanum-issued steel plus [redacted], then a sleek black coating finished with gold accents, it’s a simple bat unadorned except by a single ‘sturdy’ enhancement sticker. Lightweight, practical, bada bing - it might not be a popular weapon, but it’s something that suits Asanah just fine. Given they aren’t meant to last (with her going through one or two a month), replacing each is fairly cheap.

  Combat Data

  002. Martial Ability

  Having the inborn physical endowments of her race, Asanah’s strength is on the upper end of A-rankers. In fact, it’s considered in passing: better to take on A-Rank missions than to undergo Asa’s devilish training regime. All the blood and sweat have developed her an incredibly tenacious body and mind, and only then does that touch her lowest requirements. Her resilience has reached the level where most had never seen her visibly falter except to absolutely fatal blows. That is, if she was somehow dealt one. Speed being her greatest confidence, her movements and reflexes can be unperceivable to those unprepared. She’s fast enough to outpace and evade several attacks coming her way even at point-blank range. Moreover, her techniques are extremely refined and coordinated, making her a dire combatant to face and not solely a wild beast in human form.
  
  Her fighting style emphasizes timing and controlled strikes that are aimed at taking down opponents in a cost-effective manner. While Asanah favors kicks, she’s adept at using her entire body and weapons in battle, employing a variety of skills. Derived as a modification of her Selas Clan’s martial techniques, she’s also practiced in manipulating what limited mana she has to bolster and modify her attacks, achieving arcane-like feats. Compounding her enhanced senses, her combat experience allows her to glimpse others’ capabilities and plan countermeasures with decent accuracy.

  003. Enhanced Senses

  The main specialty of Asanah’s race is not their might but their highly calibrated senses, enabled by their keenly evolved tongue. Especially her sense of smell, like a snake she can detect odors in minuscule concentrations and instinctively glean acute information, including emotions like fear. During combat, she’s able to pinpoint and track every active entity through smell alone, granting her vast situational awareness. Assisting this, her hearing is similarly sharp. With concentration, she can trace any auditory source and in close proximity, assessing people’s breathing and heartbeats is another facile task. Her sense of taste, although relatively weaker, is notable for allowing her to distinguish an item’s chemical or biological composition given appropriate knowledge. Her tactile sense is also less pronounced than the rest but lets her subtly feel differences in temperature and pressure, its primary function being to quicken her reactive responses. Her sense of balance is quite phenomenal too, and only her vision is middling albeit still excellent.
  
  But since so much stimuli get frontloaded into one sensory processing center, the tongue can equally become a liability.
  

  004. Ancestral Form

  It’s massive. But most ancient beasts are. Asanah’s complete transformation resembles a prehistoric boa that’s maximum roughly 10 meters in length and a respectable 4m in girth, having large parts of its body carrioned with vicious bone spurs and a daunting exoskeleton. Borne as ambush predators, the form’s advantage lies in its ability to conserve energy, waiting extended time in torpor for its next prey. And when it strikes, it strikes to kill. As a sylvan, Asanah receives a large boost to her might, durability, and the scope of her senses increases by almost double.
  
  The skeleton provides her a reliable defense, and she’s capable of regenerating more when needed. In her human form, a partial transformation allows Asanah to cover herself in armor but also use growths such as bone spikes offensively. On top of this, she has a strong resistance to disease and poison alongside her already stubborn vitality.
  
  Oh, and this form is also pretty good at digging.
  
• Notes

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  001.

  Rose Cacao Latte

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[Firelie]

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Eclipse

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• General Description

  
  Name: Eclipse Demon
  Codename: Reaper
  Gender: F
  Age: 15
  DOB: 2/15/2032
  Race: Phantasma
  Elemental Affinity: "Dark" (Light)
  Rank: B
  Squad: Squad 3
  Height: 5'4
  Hair Color: Black
  Eye Color: Right black, left white.
  Description: Eclipse has quite the exorbitant wardrobe. She dresses to the character she plays, that of the "Reaper of this World." This means lots of dark colors, as well as a cloak to hide her face. She also enjoys trying to match the styles of the fashionable humans around her. Due to this, she ends up looking like a rebellious teen in the way she dresses, just edgier. Also loves fingerless gloves.
  Personality: Eclipse acts like she is better than all those around her. She speaks in loud tones in ways that would indicate that she is wiser, more troubled, and far more interesting than she actually is. She claims in a tone that indicates utmost certainty that she is the doom of worlds and that all shall bow before her. Of course, none of this is true, and she knows this. The truth is that she is in way over her head and is a socially inept moron. Years of isolation has bred an attention seeking persona that has bled seamlessly into Eclipse's personality. There is not a single person who has seen Eclipse drop the "Reaper of This World" persona and most who speak to her are quick to figure out she is entirely harmless. Beneath the boisterous act lies a childish, affectionate person who derives much enjoyment with the company of others.
  
  She doesn't drop the act on missions either. In fact, it is worse in the field. Eclipse announces her every action, monologues often, and finds herself in many precarious situations by putting herself at the center of engagements. She manages to weave her personality well into tense combat situations, though. Wielding a plethora of divertive magics, Eclipse's tendency to drag attention proves to be an asset more than it does a hinderance, surprisingly. This does not mean she misunderstands the severity of situations, though. Her methods are simply unorthodox, albeit effective.
  Backstory: Eclipse was born deep in the Void Land's. A meaningless, lonely introduction into existence. Eclipse spent her early years floating aimlessly through the empty tundra. Being a being of pure mana though, she soon attracted the attention of Sinoa's hunters and of mana hungry beasts alike. Eclipse saw such events more as games than the dangerous situations they were. Eclipse proved to be nigh impossible prey to her predators due to the nature of her magic. She was faster, craftier, and more enduring than her pursuers, and most of the time what should be an intense chase quickly turned into a frustrating Childs game for Eclipse's predators. Intelligent or not, Eclipse would pepper her pursuer with her curiosities. These one sided conversations with hardened predators was how Eclipse learned more about the world. The perspective led her to believe the world and the people in it was much harsher than it really was. Thus, her dramatic persona was born. She found it was a lot easier and a lot more fun to posture as something cooler than she was. She spent a long time wandering the Void Land's pestering the few living beings around her with her dramatics until one day she wandered her way through a rift and to Earth.
  
  Eclipse's first encounters with Arcarum were as a threat. Having suddenly teleported into a world full of color and life, Eclipse was both overwhelmed and ecstatic. She quickly adjusted though, and took the opportunity to run amok and do as she desires. She first encountered Arcarum when she began terrorizing a small town, announcing herself as their "Dark Overlord." When Arcarum was dispatched to the scene Eclipse was happy to run the Arcanum agents in circles, monologuing nonsense to them all the while, then running away while cursing Arcarum agents. This would repeat itself for around a month where Eclipse would sporadically get into some mischievous hijinks, Arcanum would be forced to respond, and Eclipse would run off like an evil villain who's plan just got foiled. Her activities never really put anyone in real danger, but they were undeniably magically in nature and very disruptive. Thus, Arcarum was forced to respond. Eventually Eclipse was contained by the organization. Not by a squad of highly trained combat specialists. but instead by a team of negotiators. After long, obnoxious talks Eclipse came to Arcarum willingly. In terms with her agreement with the organization, Eclipse was placed into special reformative training. Eventually, she grew on the lifestyle, and now after working her way up the chain she is a B-rank agent working closely with Arcarum. She is still a newly promoted B-rank.
  
• Powers and Equipment

  
  Abilities:
  As a Light Phantasma, Eclipse possesses a powerful magical aptitude, beyond that of any of her peers at Arcarum. Her control over light itself is an invaluable and unique ability, and she wields it with the ferocity and power of even the most powerful mages of Arcarum. Her gift is the main reason she is even considered a B-rank agent of Arcarum, even in her short time working with the organization. Her control over light itself allows her to control the state of the battlefield like no other. While her striking power and actual combat prowess is extremely lacking, her ability to warp the perceptions of those around her makes her a powerful supportive agent.
  
  Ultrareality-
  Eclipse's signature ability, the one she is most known for. Eclipse creates invisible "screens" that she may use to manipulate imagery behind said screen. She can change whatever lies beyond this surface in any way she pleases. If she were to want to make something seem to not exist to someone on the other side of the screen, she could. She is able to warp reality without the use of these invisible 2d screens of course, it just takes more mana, concentration, and time to accomplish.
  
  Darkscreen-
  A screen of light that Eclipse must form and maintain. The barrier is weak and unable to block any physical force. It is able to reflect many weaker magic based attacks, though. These 2d screens of solid light can be moved mentally on Eclipse's command and it is required that she must concentrate on pumping mana into the screens for upkeep.
  
  Doomed Visions-
  Eclipse can "steal" the light from certain areas. Through a process of changing the wavelength of the light particles in an area, Alterne can create an artificial darkness that none can see through. She must concentrate on maintaining this darkness, as well as pour mana into it to upkeep it. She can also use this to create blinding light, but that is more difficult and she rarely does this due to her problematic personality.
  
  Reaper's Manipulation-
  Eclipse has a greater understanding over general magics. This does not allow her to do anything remarkable with it. She is simply as familiar with it as one is with her hands and as such is able to use it with more competency. The difference really is just being able to float things without concentration or being able to play the piano well with telekinesis. (assuming she can play the piano, obviously.)
  
  Infinity Vision-
  Eclipse's innate Phantasma ability. Her eyes carry the ability to see from any angle, as long as there is light waves present. Eclipse is required to have a viable visual path to these spots, though, meaning that were there to be a patch of darkness between what she wanted to see and herself, she would be unable to see anything past that point. Another way to see it is that she can perceive anything within visible light given that there isn't any blockades of darkness between them. This vision of hers works in about a 20 meter radius
  
  Destruction Metamorphosis-
  Like most Phantasma, Eclipse can transform her form into one of her element. In her case, she becomes incredibly fast and nearly invisible to the naked eye. She cannot cast magic or manipulate the world around her for the most part. When she is a being of pure light, she cannot exert force on anything around her, though this does not mean she can move through objects. She is able to mold her form though, meaning she can make herself as wide, long, short, or thin as she pleases within the parameters of the matter in her form.
  
  Doombolt Requiem-
  Eclipse can condense light into thin planes that she can throw as projectiles. These projectiles are high speed but low force. These planes mostly do damage by being spammed at unarmored enemies to inflict minor cutting and pain through burning.
  Equipment:
  
  "Annihilation"
  
  An experimental piece of equipment from Arcarum's own R&D center. Deactivated, it looks like a simple sleek metal pole, but when activated it channels Eclipse's magics into a physical blade into a crescent at the end of the shaft that can detach itself from the blade and shoot itself forward. In other words, it is a hard-light scythe. Eclipse's favorite piece of equipment by far. While she cannot physically hold "Annihilation" she is able to telekinetically control it.
  
  "Deluge Bunker"
  
  A simple yet effective piece of equipment. A medium sized, hollow, reinforced titanium box without any discernable holes. The purpose for this box is to protect Eclipse while she is in danger of running out of mana.
  
  "Swan Song."
  
  A fresh prototype from R&D, this telescope like device is made to channel light in high densities of light through a series of reflective surfaces that amplifies and coalesce light and magic into a high powered energy beam capable of cutting through flesh... Or so R&D says. Eclipse is yet to really try it.
  
  
• Relationships

  TBD
  
  

  Notes

  
  - Eclipse floats! Even in her physical form, Eclipse floats like a helium balloon. She keeps herself grounded using telekinesis, but she can easily fly by letting go of herself and pushing herself around. It is also possible to push her around like one would a balloon, there isn't too much she could do about it.
  - Eclipse claims to be as old as time. She obviously isn't.
  - Eclipse does not eat but she is able to perceive taste, even though most food is heavier than she is.
  - Eclipse's iris's have a natural glow to them, even her black iris. On top of this, Eclipse's hair and skin can be observed to faintly glow as well. She covers up this phenomenon by shrouding herself in darkness she claims is natural.
  - Eclipse claims to love dark coffee. She hates dark coffee and just drinks it to seem cool. She really likes it laden with sugar and milk.
  

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