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Rules & Guidelines

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1. All RpN rules apply. Clearly.
2. For a work in progress, please clearly denote such.
3. Sheets should be coded in such a way they are both legible on PC and Mobile.
4. While you are free to code your sheet however you aesthetically please, it must contain all noted information.
5. Approved Characters will be added to the roster listed below.
6. There is a high likelihood all characters will have a PM session during creation with a DM.
7. Pictures and theme music are encouraged.
8. Kindly do not create your sheet in the form of an interview or first person.
9. Characters related to canon or major families are allowed, but will be under more scrutiny.

Character Roster

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Meisters

Sara "Brute Tooth" Middleton - Meister - Type D Fate Agent

Raspopova Nadia Semyonovna - Meister - Type D Fate Agent

Zosar "Loki" Raith - Meister - Type E Agent

Thaddeus "Gauss" Thales - Meister (Utility) - Type A Agent

Eloise “Elly” Keegan - Meister - Type E Agent

Feng Long - Meister (Utility) - Type D Agent


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Weapons

Adrian "The Maiden" Hackney - Autonomous Weapon (Iron Maiden) - Type A Fate Agent

Noah "Electro Stick" Wiley - Weapon (Polearm / Staff) - Type A Fate Agent

Daniella Ethalyn - Weapon (Sword) - Type D Agent

Evangeline Konstantine - Weapon (Latern-Flail) - Type A Agent

Arkayis Misonuka - Weapon (Scythe) - Type E (claims Type D) Agent

Aki Kiyoko - Weapon (Beretta 92 FS Inox/Pistol) - Type D Agent

Wes Kraven - Weapon (Gong) - Type A Agent

Wren "Artemis" Moretti - Weapon (Hedgetrimmer/Chainblade) - Type D Agent

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Magic Users

Maria "The Marionette" Mayer - Witch (Dolls) - Type A Agent

Raphael "Whiplash" Valerias - Sorcerer (Chains) - Type D Agent

Ifechi "Ark" Duulwin - Sorcerer (Earth) - Type A Agent

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[Sir Les Paul]

Adrian Hackney​

THE MAIDEN​

GENERAL INFORMATION​

FULL NAME

AGE

GENDER

RACE

Adrian Aaron Hackney

17

Male

Weapon

NICKNAME/ALIAS

DATE OF BIRTH

SEXUALITY

ETHNICITY

The Maiden

October 29th, 2049

Heterosexual

New York, NY

SOUL TYPE

PARTNER

RANK

TRAITS

Human Soul with purple metallic plates

None

Fate

Weapon

PHYSIQUE​

HEIGHT

HAIR STYLE

HAIR COLOR

EYE COLOR

5'11"

Medium length, layered

Blue

Blue

Clothing Preferences: Adrian has a penchant for flashy, longer jackets, typically of some designer with brighter colors such as white, light blue, and yellow. He is prone to wearing no shirt or an extremely thin shirt underneath. His jacket sleeves are almost always rolled up (and pinned) at the elbow. As accessories, he often wears black, fingerless gloves and chokers, often highly contrasting his jacket. If he is to wear pants, he will often wear loose fitting ones, but often prefers shorts in the Nevada heat, sometimes even accompanied by flips. In colder weather, he retains his lengthy jacket, but instead wears a heavier trench coat style accompanied by the typical cold weather clothing swaps such as boots, layered pants, and even... fingered gloves.

Weapon Form​

Adrian in his weapon form is the quintessential Iron Maiden. His full form stands eight foot, eleven inches with the top eleven inches accounting for his head. The metallic shell of his body is a dull, bronzed material with black oxide stains in various slashes or blood splatter patterns. Across this form, he has various, randomly placed rivets and two short handles on his hinged, opening doors. On his interior are seventy-six total spikes that he can optionally manifest and lengthen alongside a total of six restraining points: one for each limb, one for the waist, and one for the neck--all capable of shifting form. Wrapped around the body of this form are two iron chains that can connect via a single lock.

SKILL LIST​

Autonomous Weapon Primarily due to the constraints of his weapon form, Adrian is an autonomous weapon. He can manifest any of his four limbs into one of the restraints used in his Iron Maiden form and if all four are successfully applied to a target, he can transform barring any obvious physical barriers to encase them in his closed Iron Maiden form. For additional protection, he can manifest the Iron Maiden head around his own head to act as a helmet. Adrian can manifest either of his arms into the large concave doors of his Iron Maiden and coat them in spikes as aggressively as he sees fit. Additionally, he can manifest spikes anywhere on his body, up to sixteen at any given time in various sizes. While there are limitations on his sizes the more he creates, his main two would be two large three foot spikes that would protrude from his hands which he can adjust in length on the fly, up to that maximum of three feet.

Phase III Update Adrian can now manifest up to twenty spikes in total, and his main two spikes can become up to 40 inches.​

CQC As an Autonomous Weapon, Adrian has trained in martial arts, specifically Krav Maga and Vale Tudo. In combat, Adrian is highly aggressive with no restrain, his fundamental goal to eliminate his target with absolute haste and no discretion. Adrian is at no lack of options to complete this task, either. Defensively, Adrian can manifest not just shields, but spikes from any point on his body and his Iron Maiden helmet to prevent head trauma while only gaining slight tunnel vision due to it. Offensively, Adrian is prone to creating spikes from his palms, fingertips, elbows, knees, and even the top portion of his feet at any given time. He his fighting style also has him often starting his combat with his palm spikes only extended to two feet, six inches, so that he can surprise a target with a sudden extension if need be. The only limitation on this particular implementation is that he cannot create a "Spike on top of a spike" meaning the origin of a spike must start at a point on his body. Even if this fighting style is not successful in lethality, the combination of it with his Pain Wavelength can make it highly effective at disorienting a target.

Phase II Update Adrian has became considerably more skilled in CQC without his spikes due to his intense training/duels with Zari.​

Wavelength Amplification While typically reserved for Meisters, Wavelength Amplification is an important tool for Autonomous Weapons as well. Compared to a Meister of equivalent age and skill, Adrian is nowhere near as refined with this skill and his body has not adapted to using it as consistently, although it has definitely strengthened. This is mostly due to his split time training with Partial Transformations, Martial Arts, and controlling his Pain Wavelength. That said, Adrian can still muster up impressive bonuses to his physical attributes using Wavelength Amplification. His primary focus is on speed and dexterity with his combat method revolving around his spikes. His overall stamina in using Wavelength amplification is little different than a comparable Meister, his primary deficits existing in his gains and skill with the technique.

Phase III Update Adrian has bolstered both his raw base speed, strength and stamina in addition to his general Wavelength Amplification skill, greatly increasing the overall effectiveness of this skill when in use.​

Soul Perception As Adrian is not intended to be used by a Meister and Soul Perception is an important factor in training, it became a skill he was taught, although it is far from his best. Adrian's Soul Perception is not particularly clear or long range, only being able to identify Soul Signatures in a 10 foot radius around him and beyond that only being able to make out vague types of Souls before his Perception becomes blurs at best. His Soul Perception also requires active effort to maintain. The only notable trait of his Soul Perception is that he can perceive with significant clarity the Soul of any target that comes into contact with one of his Spikes or is trapped inside his Iron Maiden. If entirely encapsulated within the Iron Maiden, his Perception can see through even Soul Protect and Suppression.

Pain Wavelength Adrian has a unique wavelength insofar that he can manipulate the pain receptors of anyone he comes in contact with. He can either completely eliminate the sensations of pain of anyone he touches in any form or subsequently increase their pain to the degree that a papercut would feel like a sword slash. He cannot turn pressure reception into pain, instead he can only enhance or weaken it. This effect will linger for several minutes in a target he applies it to, but will ultimately fade, and with sufficient wavelength can be overpowered and/or removed such as any other wavelength.

Resonance Adrian rarely uses his Iron Maiden form in earnest, although when he does, it is primarily to restrain a target or if his normal spiked combat is proven unsuccessful thus either capturing them or attempting to impale him inside his hollow form would be his last resort. If a target is trapped inside his Iron Maiden for a sufficient time and are punctured by his spikes, Adrian can begin pumping his wavelength into them in a grueling form of torture resulting in intense delirium without the otherwise potentially fatal consequences. Otherwise, his Iron Maiden can be used to store or otherwise protect allies.

Self-Resonance As he functions as an Autonomous Weapon, Adrian has developed some level of Self-Resonance to benefit from Wavelength Amplification. Exclusively when partially transformed, Adrian can resonate with himself to briefly give himself a boost to his physical attributes, but more so enhance his Spikes. Adrian specifically uses this in one of two ways: a massive boost to his physical traits to increase the speed and damage his spikes can do or to briefly enhance all of his spikes to their maximum length of 3 feet and apply his Pain Wavelength. Either use, however, is incredibly draining for him to utilize.

Phase II update After training with Midori to hone his Self-Resonance skills, Adrian is now capable of using Self-Resonance quicker with a lesser charge up time, and more efficiently to cause less of a drain, resulting in an increased ability to use Self-Resonance mid-combat.​

Phase III Update​

During Self Resonance, Adrian can massively increase the size of one of his spikes in a form of Weapon Amplification Resonance, adding spikes comprised of wavelength on top of this spike.

Sound Mind Training Adrian has started the long journey of Sound Mind Training, using it to tame the Madness he developed in the Twisted Joke terrorist attack. While he has not yet developed a Calm Seal, he is still capable of using these tenants to calm himself and prevent a Madness Outbreak.

Chain Resonance Adrian is cable of entry-level Chain Resonance.

SOCIAL STATUS​

Personality Adrian is competitive, ambitious, and energetic. One might even call him aggressive. He's always up for a new challenge to test his skills and isn't outside of the realm of picking a fight just to see if he can win. Despite this rash nature, he isn't immediately hot headed or stupid in his approach to combat. He is surprisingly creative and intuitive in the use of his spikes and how to use them in unique ways to deal with a target or adjust to the circumstances. While not quick to anger precisely, he does have an abrasive attitude and a fair amount of pride, and often is quite outspoken with these traits. When he is in the midst of battle and his initial plans fail, he tends to gain tunnel vision and attack at faster, more ferocious speeds. This also translates to how he interacts with people. When excited, he tends to speak faster and more assertively to an almost overwhelming degree. And, amidst an argument, when his first statements fail, he is quick to reply in quick statements with an argumentative tone and it isn't outside of his personality to throw mean-spirited insults.

F.A.T.E. Status Adrian is in F.A.T.E. due to his lack of general team work, aggressive nature, and instance of hurting another Agent in the field after getting tunnel vision on a target due to inconsiderate use of his spikes. Adrian is considered a Type A Fate Agent due to his behavior being his primary issue. While his weapon transformations and even Wavelength could be considered dangerous to others, they are in control when Adrian himself is in control. In that sense, he would be no more dangerous than any other weapon. He has since underwent remedial courses for teamwork and communication skills as well as anger management programs.

Biography

Adrian was born before the advent of the MIBVI outbreak, but his formative years were spent saturated with the news of the outbreak and the devastation is caused. Like many children of this time, every facet of his life was changed due to the outbreak. Schools were often closed, countries were in a panic, the economy was in a recession due to the impact on world trade and shut down borders. His home life in New York, while not terrible or afflicted with MIBVI, was very reclusive due to implemented protocols and quarantine due to the mass hysteria surrounding the fear of such a populated area being infected. Many of his first friends ultimately moved away to rural areas due to this. His siblings, an older brother and younger sister, were most of what he had, but that wasn't exactly the best for him either. His brother was a full five years older than him and ran away from home, as many did, due to the nature of the quarantine and ultimately landed himself in juvenile hall within New York for thievery and vandalism.

Adrian might have followed this same path with his angsty nature and the sheer lack of things to do during this time, but just as he hit the age of eleven, his first partial transformations occurred and knowing their mother had the Weapon Gene on their side, his family opted to send him to the DWMA. Even during this trying times, the DWMA was still accepting weapons, for NOT or potentially EAT, from families that reported these incidences. The transition was nothing short of culture shock. While the DWMA was definitely different and bustling, it did not have the same lockdown procedures as New York. Yes, there were quarantine zones and precautions, but much more about MIBVI was known there, and even field Agents of the DWMA were taken through a long decontamination process before entering Death City. Unlike his home town, he could go out. Attend school. Visit a park. Play with kids his age.

Adrian found all of his pent up energy being burned through in his time at the DWMA, first in NOT classes. He actually enjoyed school. He was rough and rowdy, played sports when available, but he was otherwise little different from the average kid there. It only took a few months for him to learn how to control the basics of his Weapon Form. An Iron Maiden, a device for torture and completely stationary. Upon proving he had mastered this transformation, typically one would finish their year of education and return home. Adrian picked it up quickly and his weapon form itself was dismissed as not being combat applicable. Thing was, Adrian didn't want to go back and he took the the statement of his weapon form being not suitable for the field as a challenge.

Before the end of that year, Adrian had practiced partial transformations and picked up enough to demonstrate that he might have had use as an Autonomous Weapon. This was a very rare situation, but he was given more time to demonstrate this and more appropriate training. In the additional year he spent in the DWMA, he not only honed in his partial transformations, but took on martial arts offered and it was through that more rigorous training that his Pain Wavelength was discovered. During sparring sessions in Martial Arts, there were consistent complaints of his strikes hurting and causing intense pain, often causing backlash on him. However, as his skills and Pain Wavelength developed, so did the pain it caused. Soon enough, a single strike could debilitate an individual and convince them they had broken bones, only to recover briefly after. This caused a considerable amount of strife for Adrian at first, but again being the DWMA it wasn't long before one of his targets were examined with Soul Perception and it was determined that it was his wavelength, not his individual strikes, that were causing this issue.

These factors all compounded for specialized training for Adrian to learn how to control his Wavelength and when it was active as well as use it with his Partial Weapon Transformations. There was some level of vindication for Adrian during this phase of his life as his skills were coming together to demonstrably be useful, but also that he wasn't actually--or at least intentionally--harming the people around him. His proficiency in his training led to his acceptance into the EAT program and later being taught important skills a Weapon would not normally learn, such as Soul Perception, Wavelength Amplification, and Self-Resonance. With these skills under his belt, at the age of fifteen, Adrian was able to complete the One Star training exam with relative ease, defeating his golem in a mere 7 minutes despite its protective shell.

Adrian spent a large majority of his early life entirely cooped up or having to prove himself. In the field, this led to a complex of him consistently having to prove he was useful. There seemed to be a stigma against Autonomous Weapons as it was well known they rarely surpassed Two Star Rank and their abilities tended to taper off as a single individual could not feasibly hope to compare to two, even two Autonomous Weapons. This resulted in Adrian going out of his way to prove his usefulness and efficacy. And, in combat, you could argue he did. In just six months, Adrian had consumed eleven corrupted Souls. However, his competitive nature and aggression consistently were problems within the field and his reluctance to engage in teamwork even more so.

Just as he had turned sixteen, Adrian was removed from the field due to impaling one of his teammates on a mission to hunt a monstrous scorpion creature within the Mojave desert. His spikes were proving ineffectual at piercing the chitinous armor and when attempting to use Self-Resonance, he placed himself in a precarious situation that required the use of his spikes to retreat. This resulted in the thigh one of his teammates being stabbed entirely through, the failure of the mission, and the necessitation of an extraction team. All of this was compounded on by the additional facts their team leader had called for Adrian to retreat in an attempt to use a ranged approach. Harming a teammate, insubordination, and the failure of a mission marred his record and he was originally to be placed on indefinite relieve while the DWMA determined what do with him, given his record of lesser but similar offenses.

The F.A.T.E. Program was in this stage being introduced and Adrian was offered the opportunity to join it to get back out in the field. While another avenue over months or years might have presented itself to return, the F.A.T.E. Program offered a way to be out, continue DWMA functions, retain at least some title, and perhaps provide some of the actual help he needed. Adrian reviewed the program and weighed his options; the idea of being a Fate Agent was not one he was keen on... but guilt weighed heavily on his mind. He actually quite liked the specific teammate he hurt, and they were still in the hospital recovering with physical therapy on the horizon. Whether it was guilt or impatience, Adrian found himself erring on the side of the F.A.T.E. Program, especially after reviewing that a Type A Agent like himself would be among the more minor problems present. Since then, Adrian has completed several courses for teamwork and communication as well as went through anger management courses with the intention of helping him interpersonally and preventing his tendency for tunnel vision.

Updates​

Adrian underwent various tribulations through the first six months of F.A.T.E, including losing his newfound friends in Zari and Jarvis, alongside his team effectively being dissolved when Zosar nearly defected and subsequently left. Under this stress, he did ultimately succumb to a form of Madness during the Twisted Joke Terrorist Attack in Spirit Park. He was able to recover from this and remain in the F.A.T.E. Program under even harsher restrictions, but has since found a spark of romance with one Daniella Ethalyn and comradery with her partner, Nadia. With the return of Zosar and significant bounds being made in his Self-Resonance, he has since became more stable and realigned onto a more positive path.

Miscellaneous

Theme​

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- Adrian is left-handed.
- Adrian hates his stage name, but keeps it due to a lost dare.
- Neither of Adrian's siblings demonstrated the Weapon Gene, but his mother did.
- Adrian is a fan of contact sports, such as football, but hates sports where fouls may often be called such as basketball.
- Adrian loves fighting games and is actually quite good at them, stemming from his time in isolation at a young age
- Adrian likes spicy food, specifically spicy sushi rolls

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[Prizzy Kriyze]

"You should reconsider."
Azariah Vasher

Basic Information

Age
[Updated]Twenty

Gender
Male

Species
Human

Traits
Madness of Justice - The madness Azariah has absorbed through his wavelength manifested as an obsession with violently righting wrongs in his vicinity. The effect is immediate, and while a Madness like this could have good results in fringe cases, Azariah's sense of morals seldom align with that of the general populace, especially when under the pressure of Madness.

Height
Five Feet, Ten Inches

Hair Color
Pale Blond

Eye Color
Beige

General Appearance
[Updated]Azariah is tattooed rigorously from the mouth down, covered in skeletal motifs, eyes and dead trees, with "MEMENTO MORI" written out with stacked letters from between his collarbones down to his waistline, all in the same half-finished style, as if someone only spilled the ink on him. Seldom is much more than his hands and neck seen, as he often covers up heavily regardless of weather. Only when a situation calls for his full range of motion does he shed the outer layers. The lines by his mouth often give the false impression that he's smiling, but rarely do the corners of his mouth move much at all.

His hair is disheveled and long, as he's been forgetting to cut it a lot. His large pale eyes are also sometimes framed by a pair of black-rimmed reading glasses, but without those and with his tattoos concealed, Azariah is monochrome enough to fade into a plaster wall.

Personality & Bio

Personality
[Updated]Azariah is bad at assisting with the emotional tribulations of his contemporaries, but he is desperate for a sense of belonging. A life long lived with lethal threats and horrifying torments as a day-to-day fact messed with his head, but ultimately he wishes to do the right thing and deserve the respect and appreciation of his peers. Every step of the way to the DWMA and every choice he's made to get here reflects that fact, but his sometimes apathetic mannerisms have a tendency to make him misunderstood. A certain degree of tolerance for social faux pas is necessary, and with his recent calm seal well established he is finding it even more difficult to relate to others and feel a lot of emotion. He has a poor understanding of social norms, and isn't unlikely to use abnormal body language or speak tactlessly about subjects like death and suffering. Contrary to this, he may suddenly have very adverse reactions to some actions and statements, as his sense of nuance is just as poor as his empathy.

F.A.T.E Status
[Original]Due to his difficult trauma, mostly former antisocial behaviour, madness infection and detrimental wavelength, Azariah didn't qualify for the regular EAT courses and barely even for the F.A.T.E program. If it weren't for his unique abilities and excellency in passing the one-star meister exam - he was quoted saying "If they could make Golems like me there would be no need for Meisters in the first place." - he would've likely spent the rest of his days in an asylum somewhere. Still, following the fiasco of his first deployment, whereupon he accidentally drained his weapon dry of energy, lost himself to his madness, and caused the DWMA extreme expenditures on damage control, he was removed from the program.

Azariah is on his second application, having been forced to take a year long break to go through intense therapy and Clear Mind training, as well as having to heavily practice Wavelength Suppression as a methods to keeping his wavelength from affecting allies. He's been reintroduced as a Type D agent on the condition that he wears both a Madness Inhibitor Collar and an Incapacitator Collar during active deployment, and that his therapist sends a monthly attestation that Azariah understands the necessity of both these items is a bad thing, and should not be treated as a fail-safe in case things go wrong.

[Updated]Azariah's primary emotional, mad, and resonation issues were mostly resolved after his arduous training to establish his first Calm Seal. Though the argument could certainly made for a reclassification as a Type A FATE agent, he is not currently enrolled at the DWMA since his previous escape. Though he's learned to be effective and without danger in resonation and high-stress situations, his interpersonal relationships have been difficult and he is particularly given to simply ignoring commands if he believes he knows better.

Biography

Childhood

Vasher wasn't his real name, but it's better this way. Azariah is looking to leave his past behind, after all.

The Yakuza of Tokyo is a beast with many heads, and their public image is disputed among the common folk. Some perceive them as protectors, some as scum, some as businessmen, but it all boils down to who's in power in that area. Azariah's father, Katashi, was one of these many Yakuza leaders, and perhaps one of the least competent and most violent. His aim was always to conquer by force, and he had no qualms about using his own children to that end. Following the advent of Black Star's improvement of the world's armies, it was a dream to anyone in the underworld to have their own contingent of Meister retainers, but only Katashi was truly looking to make this a reality. He would make the greatest, strongest killers and troops Japan would ever see.

Azariah was a special case. Not long after his birth he was found to be nearly completely blind, making him completely unsuited for the plans his father had. Instead, he was sent to live with a fringe member of the gang, to be both out of sight and out of mind. The member, unhappy with having a child entrusted to them, passed him onto their parents to be taken care of. Out of all his siblings, Azariah alone was offered a chance to live a normal childhood under these two adoptive parents.

For a while things were well. Every once in a while the Yakuza would check up on him, but other than that he lived normally. A little too normally for a blind child. His adoptive parents noted that even though he couldn't see or read, Azariah didn't need a white cane to walk and was able to find objects without help. They had heard stories of remaining senses being amplified when one is lost, but the effectiveness with which Azariah was able to use his hearing seemed disproportional. On one of the visits from the Yakuza, a member picked up on the oddity and reported it back to his father. Katashi's interest was piqued, and he ordered Azariah to be returned to his care.

Katashi attempted to proceed with the training that Zari had been meant to go through if he wasn't visually impaired, and was surprised to find that he was quite capable of most everything that his siblings had been. Simultaneously, he started hiring doctors and experts to look into Azariah's condition. They concluded both that his hearing was likely the natural manifestation of exceptional Meister abilities, and that his blindness was reversible with surgery. The news had Katashi celebrating, and before long Azariah was down the path of his siblings.

Early Teens

Azariah, on the other hand, was not celebrating. Day out, day in, practice. He wasn't used to this kind of violent environment. As soon as his eyesight had been restored, he was submitted to a brutal training regime that left him sore and catching his breath until he drifted off to sleep from exhaustion each night. All the masters and teachers he had referred to him as young master out of respect or fear for his father. He'd never had a chance to get to know Katashi, but the way all the adults lowered their voices to whispers when they spoke of him made his stomach knot. And why didn't he get to see his siblings? He'd imagined so much about them for so many years, but whenever he caught glances of them someone would turn his head away.

It all came to be revealed when he hit his eleventh birthday, and the conditioning started. According to his father, a good soldier is one who does not question orders, doesn't fear death, and carries out his tasks. Pain were to become a blurry memory after this severe abuse, insubordination a bizarre taboo after the Kafkaesque indoctrination, and morality a pointless farce after seeing the horrible things humanity is capable of. His siblings had all gone through the very same thing, but by the time Azariah got to meet them he had become too similar to them to realize what lifeless impersonations of people they were. Like good little soldiers.

Power belonged to those that would take it, and any acts of charity or mercy made you weak, lazy, and frail; this was the idea that had been beaten into him.

Azariah trained with fledgling demon weapons to practice his capabilities as a Meister. Be they the children of other Yakuza members with the weapon gene, or trafficked kids with nowhere else to go, they were the only source of socializing that Zari was spared; and the power dynamic was not fair. Azariah was learning how to fight quickly, but his latent unique wavelength was starting to make itself known. None of the untrained demon weapons could keep up with its draining power for long, and they were being worn to their bones and disposed of on the daily. The practice, repeated for weeks, months, and years, turned Azariah malicious and sadistic. He performed evil actions, so in his mind he naturally had to be evil. Evil people enjoy being evil. Cruelty became second nature, and Katashi could not be prouder. Not only was his last born son a natural killer, but in his ignorance Katashi presumed that Azariah was so powerful that no weapon could keep up with him, when in fact it was his inexperience with spiritual abilities that broke them. One or two of his instructors tried to tell him as much, but they were never heard from again.

Being placed on a pedestal, only interacting with the demon weapons that he was given as slaves, and the physical and psychological pressure cracked his mind. He was becoming sadistic, angry; apathetic to the suffering of those around him and only vaguely aware of the voice in the back of his head desperately trying to save him. His pride swallowed everything that wasn't praise, and hid it deep in the corners of his mind. It all came to a head when he was sent on his first mission along with three of the demon weapons. It was a simple raid on a warehouse, but it went very, very wrong. They ended up getting caught in an explosion, and only Azariah managed to get out alive. He spent a long time recovering from his injuries, and in those quiet moments he was forced to reflect on how he'd failed such a simple task. He, who was promised to be so infallible. In his poor sense of self and confusion, he mistook the guilt of letting his partners die for disappointing his father, and a sense of hopelessness set in.

Late Teens

In an attempt to hide his shame, he covered his scarred body with tattoos. Morbid artworks pertaining to death, loss, and the inevitable end. He kept pushing forward blindly, giving up his free will more or less completely to let senior Yakuza order him around as a mindless mercenary. Subconsciously he felt guilt for the damage he'd caused. Consciously, he thought that his imperfection prohibited him from making his own calls. If he wasn't faultless, what right did he have to make his own choices? He struggled finding ways to conform to his surroundings, but somewhere in the depths of his mind, a seedling of doubt had begun to spread. He began to question. He began to feel that knot in his stomach again.

Unbeknownst to him, the repeated warfare against criminal opponents was taking a toll. His wavelength, still poorly understood, had been siphoning the soul energies of his enemies each time he fought, and a large subset of them were nurturing Madness wavelengths either from prior exposure to the MIBVI virus or due to their decadent lifestyles. A little flicker of darkness was beginning to grow in the crevices of his mind.

But he was older now, and whether or not he still liked it, violence kept coming to him. Attacks on his apartment, his father's power-hungry missions, and the expectations of his contemporaries within the Yakuza. It was a lot for a teenager to have on his shoulder. He had to have one or more of his demon weapons at his side at any and all times, and sleep was a faint memory. It didn't help that things were beginning to go downhill for Katashi's branch of the Yakuza either; most of the other leaders were tired of his power fantasies and they were slowly getting cut off. The kind of slow methodical disconnect from any and all businesses they ran that the Yakuza leveled against them wasn't something Katashi was capable of defending against. He only knew might, and didn't have the brain to back up his operations.

The eventual downfall came from Azariah. In the times where he'd had very little oversight from his father, he had presented his mad, childlike questions about morality and the human condition to his shocked demon weapon slaves. They were horrified to find that he had such a rudimentary understanding of people at his age, and half out of fear, half out of genuine concern answered and guided him in his strange dilemma. They started to become important to him - perhaps even friends - and slowly Azariah began to value companionship more than violence. The emotional warmth he'd gotten a taste for made more sense than the cold and loveless environment he lived in.

The change in his nature didn't go unnoticed. Before long, one of his siblings noticed how friendly he was being with his demon weapons and reported it back to their father. Katashi wouldn't let this weakness go unpunished, and one morning Azariah awoke to none of his "friends" replying to his texts. Concern became fear became neuroticism. The Madness in him urged him to seek them out, and as he reached the first one's home he came face to face with one of his very siblings leaving the apartment with blood spilling over the threshold. He froze in his tracks and could only barely register his brother's voice as he tried to lecture him on becoming too chummy with his subordinates. The lecture turned to pleads of mercy as the Madness Wavelength finally overtook his conditioning, and Azariah executed his first family member.

The following weeks are a blur. Azariah vaguely remembers sleeping on the street, stalking out his siblings' apartments. Only when he stood over the brutalized corpse of his father did the madness retreat from his eyes, and he put his bloodied and aching hands to his face and cried for the first time.

There would no longer be a future for him in Tokyo, he understood that much. The rain poured as he torched his family home and disappeared into the night.

But now, unhinged and afraid, he managed to stay lucid enough to know that he needed help. Neurotic, he turned his hopes to the DWMA.

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[UPDATED]After knocking unconscious his best friend and breaking out of Death City in a fit of unbridled and madness-induced rage, Azariah went to Japan with his former partner Jarvis. A former ally, believing himself to be doing the right thing, had appeared before him and relayed the information that one of his brothers were still alive and as vile as ever, triggering a violent response in the unstable young boy. He'd ripped the tracking implant from his neck and gotten help with removing his collar, then disappeared to Japan with Jarvis.

The time spent there was hazy at best. Azariah remembers going through the motions of tracking his sibling down almost as if he was on autopilot. The foul imitation of his father's organization was built on sand, and though it took weeks to uproot it entirely, Azariah didn't fully wake up before Jarvis snapped him out of his mad rampage above the corpse of his once brother. To his surprise, Azariah felt none the more sated. In a blind sense of righteousness he'd freely given in to his Madness and served the justice he well and truly believed needed to be served, but no matter how much he scratched that itch it just wouldn't go away.

It may have been just what he needed to heal. Letting go of his last excuses for the madness that had driven him so long opened up the opportunity to practice and learn the first calm seal with Jarvis, who so faithfully had followed him into and through hell. Azariah, no stranger to hard work, had a break-through in his own inner world after arduous effort, and awoke to a new, clear-minded version of himself that felt like a stranger. One whose plans now strayed from Jarvis' future, so after thoroughly purging Azariah's family's past from Japan, they both split for different paths.

Through some blackmail and subterfuge, he quickly assembled a passable identity complete with paid "family members" and references, applying to the East Asia branch of the DWMA as "Sakuma Jiro", a privately trained ex-mercenary with good basics in combat. Hoping to be able to lay low for a while and practice his new and safer wavelength techniques, he smashed the entrance exam and was quickly entered as a one star Meister - but he could feel there were eyes on his back from the very beginning. His description and skill set easily stood out, and it had only been so long since he'd broken away from Death City. He figured there was only a matter of time before someone put two and two together, so he opted to keep his head low and create as few waves as possible.

It only seemed to confirm his suspicions when he was paired with a weapon from a clan that had recently faced destruction at the hands of the DWMA and was under heavy scrutiny, Ouka. As far as pairings go, Azariah was happy to be with someone with life experience and eager to practice his resonance skills, but being placed so close to someone who was already being watched rang a few alarms in his mind. Sooner or later, he'd most likely have to face the judgment of the Head Branch.

Skills & Equipment

Equipment

Magitech Communicator, East Asian Branch Model - Standard East Asian Magitech Communicator

Magitech Pressure Blast/Wavelength Conductor Tactical Knife - A six inch long tactical knife made from rare and expensive alloys that more easily allows for a Meister to utilize their Wavelength Conduction abilities with. It is additionally equipped with a powerful single-use Wind Blade style magic that expends a full magic crystal upon use.

Mana Crystal Cartridges - Azariah carries a few cartridges fitted with mana crystals appropriate for his knife in case it needs to be reloaded.

Fighting Style
[Updated]Azariah has received masterful training in most traditional weaponry, reached the highest honor in half a dozen martial arts, spent a lot of time at gun ranges, and has the experience to improvise with any unholy assortment of scraps to get ahead in combat; but the constant switching back and forth between different weapons as the situation dictated left him diversified and perhaps even uncomfortable with the idea of specializing himself in the ways of a single weapon. He is fast and flexible, opting to narrowly dodge attacks and deliver swift counters with his wavelength, turning his opponents wavelength against them and conserving his own energy until he needs it. He was also born with a naturally strong body, which he has nurtured with great discipline throughout his life.

In battle he strikes fast and hard, with ingrained brutality that serves to cause potential secondary opponents to waver. Years of non-stop warfare has left him with honed instincts and a surprising aptitude with analyzing his opponent, in spite of his previously often lacking mental faculties. There's no such thing as fighting dirty; the victor writes history anyway. Whatever knowledge he lacks only having been trained by freelance meisters and non-spiritual martial masters, he more than makes up for in experience. He's seen all sorts of fighting styles, and has a counter up his sleeve for almost anything. His high tolerance to pain, however, sometimes cause him to simply receive blows for no good reason.

Soul Type

Soulfire Wavelength
Azariah's soul looks like a ball of pale fire.

[Updated]When introduced to another soul, his wavelength absorbs it like fuel to burn even brighter. Mechanically, this means that while Azariah is in physical contact with another creature with a soul, he weakens them as he empowers himself. This effect serves as some resistance against magic and soul-based attacks as well, but forces him to experience the unique wavelength of their casters, should they have one. The effects of this wavelength straddles the line of definition between natural and elemental as it naturally creates heat when in use, but not enough to make relevant difference in combat - though since he's become more proficient with it and uses it a lot more freely, he's now often accompanied by a cloud of steam when he fights. After arduous training to strengthen his soul and expand his wavelength control, Azariah no longer runs the risk of burning his allies with this ability.

Wavelength Techniques
[Updated]Wavelength Amplification - Amplifying his physical attributes with the fire that is his soul came naturally to Azariah, and he's become expertly proficient with it. Since perfecting his first seal, he's been using it a lot more actively to make up for the lost efficiency the seal is imposing on him.

[Updated]Soul Perception - Azariah was born with a natural affinity for detecting the "sound" of souls nearby, owing to his latent Meister abilities and his expertise navigating on sound alone, as he was born nigh-blind. He can tell souls apart, tell their direction and distance, even anticipate incoming attacks with this ability alone, but has since learned how to utilize his sight to actually identify and recognize souls as well.

[Updated]Soul Force - Thanks to his wavelength, Azariah tires his opponent rather than himself with this ability, as he uses their own energy to power his attack. He has learned to compound his own power on top of it as well, increasing its power twofold. After the throttling of his power by way of the calm seal, he's practiced it a lot more to make up for what's been lost.

[Updated]Wavelength Suppression - Zari has practiced Wavelength Suppression previously with the sole purpose of diminishing the effect his wavelength could have on allies, but since getting it under control has been more focused on actually masking his own presence. He's become more proficient with it as of late, being capable of hiding from at least those without an ability to counteract Wavelength Suppression.

[New]Wavelength Conduction - As he's become comfortable and familiar with utilizing his wavelength, Azariah finally understood the utility and power he naturally has access to. By learning the basics of Wavelength Conduction, he's been able to more effectively utilize his ability to drain his opponents while not putting himself at the same risk as touching his opponents himself. He can manage it with a partner if they have practiced it, but has a special knife specifically for this purpose.

[New]Calm Mind Training - Azariah has achieved the first Calm Mind Seal fully, and has practiced Calm Mind Training nigh-daily for over two years.

 

[The Regal Rper]

• Basics
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  Enlightener

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

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  False Name
  Jacob Zose Straugg
  
  True Name
  Zosar Everett Raith
  
  D.O.B
  June 21, 2047
  
  Class
  Meister
  
  Nationality
  American | Oregon, Portland
  
  Race
  Austrian-Spanish-Egyptian
  
  Species
  Human
  
  Stage Name
  Loki
  N/A
  
  Gender
  M
  
  Eye Color
  Heterochromia
  
  Hair Color
  Black With White Streaks, Long Bangs, Short
  
  Sexuality
  Pansexual
  
  

  
  
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  History
  
  
  Before they developed Enlightener Inc they were known as the O.C.F by the media. The Outbreak Control Force, a DWMA and Guild comprised team of three star level agents, a special task force designed to not only capture infected individuals for medical research of the deadly and dangerous MIBVI virus, but a task force that were also tasked with disposing of the most dangerous infected targets and assisting in stability efforts across the U.S. and in some cases beyond it. In the years that the virus rose in intensity, the demand for Outbreak Control as not only cases but crime raged, became a necessity.
  
  Having been born around the start of rampant cases, Zosar had always been keenly aware of just what it was his family and their friends did. And seeing reports about it on the news lit a torch in him just the same. At first he had started with an already invested interest in Martial Arts at four, after his own incident at discovering his unique soul at six followed by the rush to leave North America as a cure was being distributed, Zosar's new life started in Jamaica with that interest in martial arts spurring him into undergoing private tutelage while also learning to control his own abilities.
  
  Life was never dull at this point. Icarus, Ramirez, Hiroshi, Jose and several others took steps towards developing this new business in a way that separated them from DWMA.
  
  In Jamaica, Zosar's training began in earnest. Tutored by different mentors made up of all those that had taken Icarus offer to join him on this insane quest to do something beyond DWMA that would help clean up the mess the MIBVI has created. Through lessons, Zosar got to hear the experiences of father Ramirez and his Wiccan mother Aella would share, life in the DWMA or being part of the Guild was never dull when your job was focused around safeguarding the normalcy of life against forces that may wish to have a say in those lives differently. Whether it was killing troublesome monsters, executing Outlaws or rogues, retrieving Corrupted Souls, or in the case of those that became his mentors or were his actual parents- killing anyone that might capitalize on the disorder the virus had created to cause bigger problems, Zosar came to learn much under the Enlighteners. He came to understand the vision they were seeking.
  
  And that vision became his invested interest.
  
  He trained vigorously. When he wasn't engaging in his mandated academic lessons he was engaging in the study of spiritual, magical and physical arts.
  
  The Volatile Soul is what they called his spirit. And if he were to ever play a major role like his parents or the people around him, the young boy knew he had to train seriously. From six to ten, Zosar trained diligently, tagging along with the Enlighteners as they started their business in contracting within Jamaica while also distributing the cure, then hitting at criminal groups selling versions of the same medication at insanely high values or complete fakes. By 2055, Icarus and his connections had turned a contract band of mercenaries and former Agents into a business of contract military operatives.
  
  In those four years their numbers grew rapidly. From a group of at most thirty to ranging in the thousands, by the time he turned ten, Zosar wasn't the only one training with DWMA experienced agents. He began training with others. Then only after passing a trial exam, would he be allowed to go on missions as an upstart rookie.
  
  For a full year he traveled around the Caribbean. Work then wasn't dramatic like in the movies. He was taught to blend in, to read his environment, and to kill only if necessary and against only those that deserved it.
  
  His first job was assisting police in a city in Haiti. Hunting down an escaped group of felons that were causing trouble, robberies, arson, battery and assault. Enlighteners rookies were trained on the level of One Stars, but when it came to handling lowly criminals with no wavelength or no unique abilities about them save what they had on hand recapturing a few stragglers wasn't as hard as he thought it would be. Even when they did put up fights and things looked dangerous, the costs were not as bad as they could have been. Not when rookies had Mission Leads supervising their every action, and playing the superior role in picking up the slack where they made beginner mistakes.
  
  Every mistake however was a learning lesson. And the Enlighteners didn't let you stay on the field of you kept making mistakes. Like the DWMA they were strict in nature and with this organization sometimes even more depending on the groups trained.
  
  For someone like Zosar though, given how difficult his start was and how he even lagged at points compared to his peers in their Wavelength control, he took special training. Hiroshi borrowed from Hoshino methods, a branch of Hoshi, it taught Zosar discipline in a personal manner most did not get. It pushed him to work harder to become better. Forced him to choose between being good or taking the 'easy route'.
  
  Time went on, from weeks to months. Then a year. Life was always on the go, there was never one place he stayed in long enough to truly call home and for someone who had merely gone where the demand was needed, following his crew, this was just fine. His home were the people around him.
  
  At twelve the Enlighteners took their business to Spain for work tied to Outlaw disturbance. Leaving a small sect to continue in the Caribbean . At this point he had gained a level of control that saw him capable of having more than just one partner. He'd gotten better far more quickly with others around to compare himself to. Now, capable of more than just simple basic resonance. He had learned to even begin the training process of how to alter the amount of power his soul radiated. In Spain, Zosar went with his closest friends following Markus, a Demon Gun, Becky, a Demon Polearm, Eustice another Demon Polearm and others. They hit Spain taking jobs, making connections along the rest of the Enlighteners, making enemies with a group here and either forcing them to run off or think twice in one place and then hitting all manners of criminal activity in others with their own brand of 'honorable' connections. Then one job came that pit them against not just Outlaws but DWMA agents, who were on a similar scouting mission to retrieve items that the Outlaws had stolen and were trying to get away with.
  
  The mission ended in wins and losses. His mother was killed on the field right before his eyes, but the materials they acquired made the loss somewhat worth it even if DWMA took a fraction of what they'd been meant to retrieve, the good thing was the Outlaw Witches ended with nothing and that got them bigger contracts.
  
  And so Zosar began his journeys around Europe. Partaking in missions from Italy to France, all the way to Asia on the rare occasion. Work that dabbled in the dark and danced in the light It was at fifteen he'd get his biggest job.
  
  Infiltrating the DWMA.
  
  They did. Fake identities, falsified histories, Icarus and the Enlighteners has made big links and those links got his team and another all the way into DWMA, passed the One Star entrance exam with ease and right into the student demographic without so much as a suspicious blink or double take. He, Becky, Markus and others. Two teams consisting of two pairs of Meister's. Likely more. Zosar and Alice led teams with their respective partners. They spent two years working together to muck up missions that pit DWMA Agents up against their own group and in those two years Zosar had gained popularity under his alias. He had made friends with people, people that reminded him of the people he'd left behind and in that way, had become attached to those he had become close to. Enough at least that when it came time to make their escape before DWMA was on their tail, he couldn't leave in the manner they were trying to make an exit.
  
  Where he wouldn't have sweat or would have slept like a baby if it had been some low life crook or some swindler, a felon of deserved fate or a sleezebag, Zosar couldn't leave a team of Agents to fend for themselves against an opponent he and the others knew for a fact was stronger than the mission they took had outlined.
  
  His teammates, his friends, the people he considered his family, the people he loved tried to get him to go, but he couldn't. Maybe there was a part of him that knew what would happen if they did leave agents to die to a foe and shouldn't pursue maybe it was because he cared.
  
  Whatever it was that pushed him to abandon his group, he didn't care in that moment. He knew that if they left without supporting the Agents hunting the corrupted soul they had set after, they would die, be hurt severely or worse
  
  So he went back alone, risked it all, lost it all. Threw himself in a surprise attack at the right time just when things were getting real ugly and turned the soul that was a double edged weapon against not just the monster but against himself.
  
  When he came to he was under DWMA Intelligence custody. 17 years old, and his life was over.
  
  Not a soul came to look for him in the hospital, not a familiar face or a friend. All that popularity had meant nothing when his real identity was uncovered, if not to the public than certainly the fact he was being kept under custody said something. If that didn't then it was the Intelligence agents turning anyone that tried to visit him away. During his custody time, Zosar refused to say anything. Not once did he spill a single detail. And at the end the only thing that got him out of isolated confinement and his limited rights of freedom, was capitalizing on the FATE program.
  
  Under strict supervision he was allowed to go in. Only after undergoing a survey of two years.
  
  
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  Soul Type
  Volatile Soul
  
  Appearance
  A lavender blue that radiates bright purple wisps, Zosar's soul possess his white bangs.The purple wisps of his soul fluctuates in the volume it releases around him. These fluctuations are a representation of his volatile hyper active soul nature.
  
  Rank: Type E
  
  Personality
  By nature Zosar was always a social butterfly. Outgoing, friendly, and a bit of a shameless flirt, growing up in a mixed background with all sorts of individuals of all kinds has made him someone who harbors a deep curiosity in other cultures, other people, and most importantly- their lives. Despite his dislike of sharing his own personal feelings, he is actual quite empathetic and understanding. Years of training and living with his Volatile Soul, has made him someone with incredible patience. However given recent events, he has become less tolerant for certain kinds of behaviors and attitudes, and has no problem expressing bluntness or being casually disrespectful to those that strike the match and ignite his ire. One could say his anger has actually been more of quick to draw in the last two years since he came back to EAT.
  
  In spite of his somewhat colder attitude as of late, Zosar's aptitude for emotional intelligence is quite high. His tolerance really just depends on what you say or do, that might set him off. The issue is when he sets off, he struggles to find a way to rein that back in. Much like his Volatile Soul, Zosar himself struggles to pull back once he allows his own emotions to be released. And often finds the only way he can let out his steam- is by hitting something not someone. Having been through two years of shouldering the consequences of his actions, he is understandably cynical in all things related to DWMA's operatives, the Guild members included. His cynicism stemming from personal experience of being shunned, insulted, rejected, and even threatened by his own peers- or being abandoned understandably, by people he once considered friends. And while he has made attempts to rectify these mistakes, they never stood a chance to see real progress in the first place. Disillusioned and ultimately interested in becoming useful once more- Zosar only joined the FATE program so would no longer remain a prisoner. The intense desire to do good festers deep within him. And even if he does not get along with his peers- finds no faith in DWMA itself due to the fact he sees himself as nothing more than a dog chained to a post, whether they like him or not, he has shown the maturity to be capable of working past that and working with those that dislike him to achieve a common goal.
  
  F.A.T.E Status: Type E
  
  Social Status: Zosar's social status was of high regard in good faith when he first started at DWMA at the age of 15. Spending two years in EAT, from 15 - 17 he was an outgoing, jovial, well-mannered individual, with a proclivity for mischief, the Stage Name Loki fitting perfectly. He was the sort of person that was quick to make jokes to lighten tense situations and despite his teasing nature, was able to fit in with all sorts of different groups. It was only after he was taken into custody by the Intelligence branch, kept out of sight for a full three months, that his status began to suffer due to the lack of appearance, and to a greater extent- the lack of answers as to what had happened to him. The fact is, no one really knows why he was taken in or what happened to his former partners and friends he had entered DWMA with, by if the rumors are anything to go by- its pretty clear they were never friends of DWMA to begin with.
  
  Upon returning to EAT under survey, Zosar took steps after his return to try and bridge the icy gap that had grown between him and his peers. However, it was futile. The rumors and gossip of his arrest had already spread like wildfire through DWMA, and by the time he was trying to make it amends- albeit ones that focused on the apology for his false identity, he was rejected. It came to a point where during the next few weeks, Zosar was incapable of even getting Weapon partners due to no one wanting to associate with the convicted agent. Only those assigned to him were how he was able to continue his agreement with DWMA. However the experience he endured during this two year tenure, only made him grow to view himself as an outsider to DWMA in total.
  
  It got to a point where he began rejecting his partners subconsciously, resulting in more than two different Rejection cases with three different partners. In an attempt to get him to stop repressing negative emotions in a unhealthy manner, he began Calm Mind Training and through advice by a therapist, caved into anger management courses. In the last year, he's seen a improvement where he has been able to regain some his former patience. The only notable case where he lost his temper was in a situation thirteen months ago, where he nearly struck a teammate with his wavelength that started an argument with him, trying to dig for details in his background in front of the rest of their team. As a result entering the program he is labelled a Type A, to hide the true nature of his status.
  
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  Enlightener training was designed with the specific intent to ensure its new members and old, maintained peak physical / magical condition. Therefore there was no room for slacking off in any sense, and no excuse. The forms of training may have varied depending on the type of category you fit into- but in general the training process designed by Icarus, Hiroshi, Ramires and other members who were a part of DWMA's agency, was designed to make you be combat capable. And given the fact Hiroshi was a harsh and strict mentor when it came to training, Zoras lived up to maintaining a peak physical condition.
  
  Standing at 5'11, his hair is trimmed, left with bangs carrying traits of black and white. His left eye is indigo, while his right eye is violet. Clothing tends to range in a variety of jeans, shirts and jackets, on missions though, due to a habit he is more prone to covering a part of his face.
  
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  Volatile Soul​
  The Volatile Soul is a Soul that possesses the strength of ten human souls, and is considered a cousin to the Mighty Soul. Out of a million people, only one tends to be born with a Volatile Soul, aside from the greater potential it allows, those born with this soul type struggle considerably to control their wavelength. This makes things such as amplification and resonance exceptionally difficult to maintain without exceptionally focused training. This makes it more difficult to maintain partner(s) due to how difficult it is to sync up with this soul. Techniques however like Soul Force and Soul Menace, are more powerful but the Wavelength itself is more energetic. As a result of its nature those that possess this soul are known to have a 'double-edged' sword, due to the sheer fact that while Wavelength techniques are stronger, the user themselves may suffer a shock from using techniques like this without care. Thus even with proper training and experience, a Volatile Soul is still considered a double-edged sword due to its hard to control nature.
  
  Wavelength Amplification
  The ability to amplify one's physical capabilities with their Wavelength. Due to his training with Hoshino techniques as well as other combat methods he was taught growing up and working alongside the other Meisters of the Enlighteners, Zosar has exceptional control in distributing his wavelength through limbs and parts of his body for pinpoint effect. His ability to utilize Full Body Amplification is not on par with most Meisters due to the nature of his Wavelength. As such he is capable of minor feats of Full-Body Amplification for brief periods. His skill in Partial Amplification however, excels.
  
  Range Variety
  Due to his training and different mentors as well as experience as a mercenary in different terrains, Zosar is capable of different ranges of combat. His strongest being in CQC and mid-range combat, with long range being above average but nowhere near on par with a dedicated Gun Meister. The range training he received was varied to give him the ability to familiarize himself with the different ranges he could attain due to his personal interest in maintaining his partnership with both Mark Plack (a Demon Gun) and Becky Pedersen (a Polearm Demon Weapon), and the fact he and his group were prone to move around a lot made him familiar in how to utilize his environment to his advantage.
  
  CQC
  With his main mentor being Hiroshi, making his training strict. However due to the fact he had multiple mentors aside from Hiroshi his combat style has a large diversity of different martial arts mixed in. With Hiroshi Hoshino Zosar's training mainly focused in understanding precise and proper execution of his wavelength to perform feats of Amplification effectively and to utilize it without effectively 'shocking himself. His training with Hiroshi often focused on being able to minimize the effort it took to use his wavelength, while also reserving the energy used in the way the Hoshino trained in their own art style. As a result of this intense training, Zosar became capable of controlling his wavelength with accurate precision in combination with his own physical attacks. Making him capable of utilizing his wavelength in combat in channeling energy into limbs for stronger or sharper strikes and blows. Due to dabbling in different operations ranging from theft, to hit-and-run, and raiding missions, Zosar's capability in combat gives him an ability to cover different ranges when paired with the right partner especially. His lack of concern for using underhanded tactics in a fight, is another to consider despite not using them as often as he used as a mercenary.
  
  Wavelength Suppression: An important aspect of his training was to learn how to control his soul's output. Learning how to suppress it, was key to his Wavelength Control training. Zosar's skill in suppression as a result is exceptional. He is capable of masking the presence of Soul from its full ten soul output, to make it feel and appear as if a regular human soul and being capable of utilizing his skills at a slightly higher base level in exchange. Going further, Zosar can smother the presence of his Soul to the point that sensing or detecting it's presence becomes extraordinarily difficult with Ocular Soul Perception or Soul Perception in general to the unskilled or generally capable.
  
  Ocular Soul Perception: Is capable of utilizing his Soul Perception at a range of 100 ft but despite the range he possess, he is not able to clearly identify Souls, strength, race, or power unless they are within a 20 ft range. The fact is his Soul Perception gives him a larger range, but it ultimately doesn't give him much information to be useful. He is however particularly skilled at reading emotions on the surface level, but aside from that, not much else. Zoras' Perception skill isn't good enough either to detect those that actively suppress their presence even with his range. As a result he would miss individuals that are good at Suppressing their presence easily.
  
  Soul Force: Zoras is capable of channeling his wavelength into acute strikes of Soul Force. His ability to control his wavelength plays a good role here in allowing him to strike more than one target with his wavelength more than once, allowing for possible disturbances in the flow of wavelength to create micro rejections
  
  Soul Strike: Is a move that allows Zoras to release a concentrated dose of his soul force as he strikes to release more kinetic energy when striking, effectively doubling the strength of his hits. This essentially makes him capable of making a flick from his finger, feel like being struck with a armature boxer's punch; can make a punch go through walls. Wavelength is concentrated into a body part: ranging from fingers to his foot to his forehead and released in a precise manner on contact to increase the force of his strike as it makes contact. This method of attack requires extreme precision to execute but due to his nature of control he rarely (if ever) will receive 'shock' if interrupted when using this move.
  
  Complex Resonance
  Due to his background with wielding multiple Weapon partners, Zosar has a decent degree of experience in using Complex Resonance. His original Weapon partner, Markus being a Gun Demon Weapon, on top of Zosar working with other ranged Demon Weapon types including whips, flails, or chained range Weapons in his past.
  
  Soul Resonance
  Having worked with 2 different Weapon partners for a majority of his life since he was ten- and then working with other types of Weapons, Zosar learned that performing Resonance for him requires restraint, than push. Using his full power would cause backlash between both him and his partner. As a result he has always restrained the output of his Soul when using Resonance and is capable of effectively performing Basic Resonance. With his assigned partners he was capable of a less perfect form of this until he began subconsciously rejecting these assigned partners.
  
  
  Spoiler: Phase 3

  WL Control: Thanks to his training on Hoshi Territory over a few months, Zosar has gained complete stability of 30% of his Volatile Wavelength without drawbacks (30% = 3x the normal strength of an average human meister). His max reach in control caps around 50% with decreasing stability over a period of consistent use. This newfound control over his wavelength and increase in Reserves, as well as his own stamina, mean he no longer would be in danger of self-rejection when utilizing moves like Soul Strike or Soul Force when at his best stable range. This has also increased his Amplification efficiency, giving him the ability to utilize his Amplification in a stable condition in combat as a whole for long durations. Allowing him to perform feats of Full Amplification for longer periods than he was before.
  
  Perception: Can now track up to 4 soul signatures simultaneously. Already possessed a focus in reading emotions, now he can accurately read surface and hidden emotions with ease, able to sense deception more clearly but not with any absolute accuracy. Accuracy can more clearly detect the direction of hostile emotions in a larger distance (depending on how intense that hostility is, such as killing intent being the easiest and anger / rage being a close second). Can with focus, sense how emotions play off each other also and can utilize this in combat scenarios to a degree now. Can perceive personality traits to a degree, and utilize this to perceive the state of wavelength during resonance and the strength of it.
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  Necklace of Winds: Is a noble pendant that his mother possessed as a member of the House Aeolus and a formerly well recognized one at that. These necklaces were given out to only to successors of the noble house. House Aeolus itself being divided into four smaller branches; broken into North, South, East, West. His mother being from the North branch. Zosar took it as a memento when his mother was killed. It is the only thing physically left of her.
  
  Combat Knife
  
  Scarlet Band: Is a wrist band that Becky Pedersen, one of his former partners that escaped, owned. He wears it on his left wrist. A reminder of his mistake in staying at DWMA.
  
  Communicator
  
  Magitech Watch
  
  GPS Chip: Was inserted after his first escape attempt. And was required to be kept much to his chagrin once he was released from arrest. This contributes to his feeling of being more of an outsider within the organization and feeds into his feeling of being treated more like a criminal specifically due to being made to keep the chip even after forming a deal with DWMA that he would stay and is quite aware that escape is not possible.
  
  Wavelength Disruptor: Sits on his left arm. After an evaluation and the single report where he took his anger out on the environment around him, Zosar's wavelength was deemed too dangerous to allow him free use of his wavelength, despite his protests that he had it under control and never showed a sign of actually harming anyone with it. Despite his protests he was required to wear it- which has only enhanced his feelings of being a prisoner within the DWMA.
  
  
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  - Zoras is ambidextrous
  
  - Has a talon tattoo in reference to his mother's heritage.
  
  - Enjoys genres in pop, rock, and electro music as well as rap.
  
  - Before joining EAT, Becky, Mark and Zosar were in NOT for the span of two weeks. They then entered EAT around the same time Unit B showed up to DWMA and entered NOT.
  
  - Completed the EAT Exam with all Two of his Weapon Partners. Finished it in a duration of five minutes.
  
  - Since being returned to EAT, Zosar has only been able to perform Basic Resonance with most Weapons he has partnered with in the span of his 2 years.
  
  - Is a fan of sour candy. Particularly enjoying the sourness to it that he finds to be a enticing experience due to the different types of faces a person can make from his experience of watching people try to eat them. He finds it humorous.
  
  - Is pretty accepting of his situation in some aspects, but dislikes a majority of things in relation to how his reintegration went for the survey process he had to endure before joining FATE.
  
  - Zosar actually harbors a sense of resentment for having the Disruptor hooked on him. In his mind, having spent his whole life working to control his abilities, the strenuous time, the hours and days and years put into that effort- it feels like an insult and a slap to the face to him to have to wear this device. A deep insult to all his own personal training, and an insult to all his mentors, including his deceased father. And as long as he continues wearing it, he will always consider it an insult. Regardless, he has swallowed his hatred for the device, and wears it to be allowed into the program.
  
  - Zosar's capture stems from him rejoining the team he had went on a mission with the night of the escape. What ended up happening was the Corrupted Soul they were fighting proved to be much stronger than expected and would have severely injured or killed the DWMA team he and his partners had went with to hunt. Had Zosar not gone back to help them- odds are the Corrupted Soul would have killed some of the team and fled or severely injured some of them and fled. Ultimately it was due to Zosar's timing and hasty return that the team was able to defeat the Corrupted Soul they had been hunting.
  
  - Actually enjoys learning other languages. Knows at this time, six he can converse in fluently.
  
  - Not a heavy sports watcher, but does enjoy the physical activity of most sports. Games like football, basketball, and tennis were used as something of a training method in group training to help increase things like agility, dexterity, and speed.
  
  - Is quite a good cooker.
  
  - Was known to be a bit of a flirt with both the guys and gals back when he went by Loki. Often times, teasing, quips or in banter, but never was truly serious.
  
  - Developed the skill to be able how to switch between Weapon partners over his time with the Enlighteners.
  
  
  

 

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  Name: Nadia Semyonov (Raspopova Nadia Semyonovna)
  
  Age: 22 - DOB: August 24th
  
  Gender: Female (Heterosexual)
  
  Species: Human - Jorguün Hybrid (multi-generational)
  
  Traits: Ice Blood
  
  Height: 198.12 (6'6") - Hair Color: Silver - Eye Color: Blue
  
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  General Appearance: Nadia wears a stylized black pinstriped suit top with white sleeves, collar with embroidery and ribbon tie, a stylized black skirt, black stockings, combat boots and black fingerless gloves with a maid headpiece and two hair ribbons, though small. She is rarely seen outside of this getup though she does seem to have other clothes or at least several changes of what she currently wears. Also wears a pair of hip/leg holsters with mounting straps for her knives and some other equipment. Has two pockets on her top for additional items.
  
  
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  Spoiler

  
• Personality: Nadia's personality could be summed up as a demanding battle nut that believes in the worth of the strong and unrelenting battle who is cold as ice, and while correct it still doesn't cover everything in detail. (changes to personality are bolded when recent)
  
  Nadia was at her core a child that knows and knew next to nothing about her past, origin and minus the native tongue of her Mother Russia she has fragmented memories and came to know of America via the refugee camps and her long journey to there and nowhere to return into her adulthood, of war and strife. Professing and having a Loyalty for Black Star thanks to his Dojos and to the DWMA for giving her a future, she never exactly got the "team" aspect of being a hunter down. She believes in the rule of the strong and fought for her existence during one of the worst disasters in modern history among people that did not care and took on the mindset of a wolf with her natural aggression being heightened by the Jorguün blood that runs through her veins. Believing in her own power and having a sense of gratitude she would each passing year of growth in her power become more certain in it, less trusting of allies and considering many to be weak.
  
  Her Philosophy on team missions became personified as "Okay, there is one speed. Mine. Don't step up if you can't keep up." And her brutal and direct manner of fighting and enjoyment of it left her ever more estranged in the following years of massive change with the advent of Magitech and the massive downsizing of the DWMA, coupled with her sheer power led to her promotion to the ranking of two-star and no further, frustrating her to no end. This with the rising hostility to the people she regards as her saviors led her to see quality above quantity to be more important. However, her latest antics and lingering PTSD and uncared for mental and emotional issues led to a brutal assault towards an ally, beyond what one would have expected of the clean dressed woman. She is still sore over that and comes to see any who judge her as being too weak to do what needs to be done, too soft, too blind to the war engulfing them all even now.
  
  Bringing up her past or her nature as a slum refugee that found a home in America in a negative way is one of the few things that will set her off if one should learn about it and invites a reprisal from the Strong (Wo)Man. Nadia is unforgiving of weakness and holds a heavy armor up around herself, not tolerating failure or sympathy, strength is what one operates with. Power is what gains one's way. The long winters never ended; these people had forgotten that.
  
  She does have a nicer side to her and will give her protection to those under her as she tests them or if she sees them to be of worth, something very few can claim. At heart she wishes to not have an ally to fall, but to grow strong, though she has never been able to voice this properly and in the heat of the moment tends to burn bridges when pressed. Her hair ribbons hint at a feminine side and she is known to enjoy cups of hot tea. In spite of seemingly being a brute she is rather cleaver and somewhat educated for a slum refugee with a love for Russian Art and song. Or mayhap because of it. She wears a maid ribbon in remembrance of her mother.
  
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  Given the battle in the tournament and its aftermath Nadia has come to see some value in Dani and has decided to stick around her, even though it ended up putting her in a collar as well. Given the training that resulted after and the provocations of Raphael, Nadia has started to rethink some of her views if slowly and has started an active effort to find answers to some of her past, though she is still waiting for word on that. In addition, she has something of a respect for the werewolf and is acquainted with her new weapon. How this will shape her previous personality review remains to be seen and the coming days and weeks will decide much in all likelihood. She currently has a rather low opinion of Cyrus given the new training and collar, as well as the last talk they had, it has not developed into anything to serious thankfully given how busy her mind has been, concern for Dani and hatred for Raphael.
  
  ~~~~UPDATE~~~~
  
  Over the course of April the 1st and the following mission and life events, Nadia has, while still a Russian Strong Woman, has came to tolerate the weakness of others, and expressed disappointment when one of her teammates under the influence of illusionary magic, when he believed her to be ordering suicidal orders, that he followed, facing threats stronger than he. In the course of the April 1st's massacre, Nadia has found herself in the roal of the hero and will act somewhat differently in the name of this position, though privately she seems to rather dislike her new status, though she continues to act towards her expectations.
  
  Amusingly, she has come to forgive Cyrus, even if she still doesn't fully trust him, and after her and Dani roughed up Raph a little bit, she has also removed that situation from her mind and even did a dance with Thaddeus, who she's reluctantly now calls Gauss. Though the latter happenings seemed to be connected to her new position. With herself now a team leader, she tries to keep her movements in synch or at least mindful towards her allies. Nadia also has developed a close bond with Dani and actively takes an interest in her well being. She also has sought out training and help in her quest to become stronger. Nadia unexpectedly has ceased bringing Alcohol on missions, even having fun at Dani's expense in this situation at times.
  
  F.A.T.E. Status: Type D mix of B and A. Nadia's personality issues and so-called lessons of history combine to make a Meister that is difficult to deal with and down looking upon others. Because of her potential and history as a Two-Star the DWMA is hesitant to let her go for her value and fear of her becoming an enemy. Something that she made very tangible to her ex-partner Klaus Rufford.
  
  History:
  
  Spoiler: Early History

  Into the beginnings of the Virus, to a Father named Artyom and a mother Natalyia, and brother Nikoli, Nadia remembers nothing of this period or even the early years of the outbreak, but the further one gets into it, the more she remembers, with some memories dating back to when she was five, when MIBVI was starting to rip across the world, not even the far-flung regions of the Russian Far East were safe. Growing up in Vladivostok, Nadia was but a normal school child, well one that was always a bit stronger, more durable and bigger than the rest, she recalls with some embarrassment and anger being called Giant Nadi by the other children, she also recalls the lockdowns and the Russian Army being at every intersection with units of the MVD. She recalls her father being a large man with blue eyes, a Captain in said Army, her mother being a servant, a maid to be more spot on, a bother who was a few years older, big and strong. The long winters, the short summers and the occasional gunshots, the terrors and her missing father. For seven long years until an event known as the Vladivostok Cleansing took place in the early spring of 2053. Though the "Cleansing" wasn't the initial plan or intention. And because of this she remembers the fires and smoke, the bodies and the struggle.
  
  After the previous year's combating the Virus on an exposed outpost, Russia applied for Aid with the United Nations and the DWMA as did many others, Vladivostok became its own tomb as regional efforts were focused upon the area's principle major city as an ultimate form of Irony took hold. The virus broke out among the defense units sent to defend the selfsame city that they now turned their guns upon in a senseless orgy of violence and destruction. The situation quickly got out of control and a half year into it the Russians admitted to having lost all control of public order as it desperately attempted to move more forces in, even going so far as to ask other nations for help. For her part the Family survived off of the food supplies of the city, what supplies Moscow brought in and going so far as to fight and to steal, living among others, paranoid civilians and military officials who would execute any that were found to be turning, the vaccine not yet being made, and efforts of quarantine being largely broken. Every day someone would not return home. One day it was her mother, but she still had her brother and just maybe her father was still out there alive, and for that did girl endure. Seeing an opportunity for Geopolitical maneuvering the United States responded to the situation with a Marine Landing Group, only to find a war-torn city as they partnered with unaffected Russian Units to combat the Hotspot but finding the situation all but lost as Civilians were evacuated both East and West. The US Marines helped and the camp she called home was now no longer such.
  
  Nadia found herself handed off by her brother with a few other Russians, children mostly on the US Marine LST, with the promise he would be on the next ship. Making landfall in San Fransico, the Russians would be taken to a UN Refugee camp located on the outskirts of Reno Nevada with eventual relocation to their homelands when the crisis was abated if they so wished. Which ended up being a better fate than most of those who went West on the Trans-Siberian Railway, where the DWMA recommended containment protocols could not be followed. The military conflict ended up wiping out huge segments of this city and even till this day is it being rebuilt once it was calmed with military force and the vaccine. For the next couple of years, she would look for her brother and bully and fight her way around the other children and the mean American English teachers that came time to time. Quickly earning a name for herself among the other children into something of a gang, as she awaited her brother still. A brother she gave up on seeing.
  
  Durning all of this and till she turned twelve, Nadia became something of a "boss" among the other children and a troublemaker for US forces keeping the camps contained and law enforced in and around Reno with what containment and isolation they could enforce over a foreign population in a foreign land. A mesh of cultures with a largely uncaring local population fearing that these outsiders would bring the MIBVI down upon them all. As a result, outside of official involvement the people in these camps were largely on their own with the food supplies from the UN and US Government being just enough to meet the Refugee settlement act. The children and adults did receive a bit of an education and Nadia would take up stealing extra food rations from the city or fighting other youths or adults in the camps with her physical abilities being noted by American Soldiers that found the preteen to be rather difficult to restrain and catch up with, something that would reach Reno's Dojo, though not before the start of her personality difficulties would develop. It was stealing and fighting, to live, to survive, the Americans just shot people less as far as she seen it.
  
  On one of her gang "heists" against some teenage Central American refugees that had been hoarding supplies from the distribution centers things went poorly and while Nadia held her own her friends did not. While the girl ultimately won, many of her comrades were badly beaten and battered and while the girl returned the favor to teenagers in turn it had awaken something in her. There was no point in running with others that could not keep up, it was better for them that they did not run at all. Or so she reasoned as she stood over their bloodied bodies, this action did not go unnoticed as US forces arrested her soon after before a world warry judge was contacted by a trainer at the city's Amazing Star Dojo took a direct interest in her requesting to take her under there care and supervision, reasoning that she likely had potential for being a Meister, though the ultimate reasoning of "why" was never shared with the judge. While not a great life, Nadia was grateful to have a stable source of food and found people who were as strong or stronger than her allowing her to grow, keeping her complex in check. Though it was noted she would fight and attempt to assert dominance over some of the other students around her age. More so if they made fun of her origins.
  
  Wavelength Amplification was the primary focus the Dojo made and with the Vaccine rollout everything seemed "fine", or as fine as they could be in these troubled times and the girl's use of English improved rapidly, though still inflicted with a slight accent. Curiously the girl seemed to have a way with the training swords and became largely self-taught with some knife fighting thrown in.
  
  Because of this and her own progress and lack of communication from her family, she would make the choice to remain in America and enrolled into the DWMA at the age of 15. With her training under the Dojo and confirmed suspicions about her origins, she was placed into the EATS class where she was slated for intense training and focused upon her core skills with rapid effect where she also came aware of her natural Ability of Ice Blood in which she seen she had the ability to refract magic aimed at her own person, though not to the same level in which a true Jorguün could nullify a spell. Though it was found she had difficulty in dealing with any Weapon that wasn't a blade type, leading to her specialization with such, because of her enjoyment of battle and cold attitude would push others away, leaving her partnerships short.
  
  Over the next six years she would climb up the much-reduced ranks of the DWMA with noted skill as Meister to Two-Star. And even found a seemingly stable partnership, one that would not care about her dismissive attitude, one that was kind, good natured, humored a man named Klaus Rufford who was about her age, one year her junior. One who's prowess actually forced her to keep up. Though his lack of a sense of battle and his lack of doing whatever it took to win troubled her greatly, a fact she would berate him about continuously. But he always found a way, he always made friends with others, he was always the focus of her team... A weapon being the face of the team. It grated her so it was like having a leash around her neck. She did not know that was exactly what the DWMA intended, and it did not matter that Klaus was significantly weaker than her in combat or had less of a battle sense.
  
  Bit by bit this grated on her more and more until she started to see she was stronger and so she would lead from the front pushing him more and more, surpassing him as she had others before. Coming to hate more aspects of his personality and being reminded of her brother the more she came to resent him. And the more she did this the more he would get in the way as they stated to fail more and more missions or their sync would be broken up, until one mission proved one too many failures for the Ice queen. They were hunting a bloodsucker when she was going in for close combat, the foe made use of some traps in her residence which prompted Klaus to change from a weapon to save her from a trap that would have likely only wound her rather than did lasting harm. It was enough of a distraction to allow the target to escape.
  
  Turning on him in a rage at a local DWMA office, the man tried to help her one time too many. Telling her to be calmer and to take it easy, nothing major at first but he made a dire mistake thereafter. Stating he understood she came from a rough area but that the DWMA was not about battle alone, but in helping the living world and to being a bridge in society. He then made his third and final mistake.
  
  "Nadia the War is over, you need to let go. You know there is a blade that is too sharp, I can't keep dealing with you like this." To which she punched him in the face and knocked him over before reenacting an MMA fight on top of him in the sudden surprise of the assault, going so far as to chipping and breaking the flooring around and beneath them in her onslaught.
  
  "The War is never over! You lie here bleeding as you are weak! You understand nothing!" In kind fellow DWMA agents intervened and broke up the fight while Klaus was sent to the infirmary for treatment in the one-sided fight. As a result of this outburst and her attempts to fight back, forcing agents to restrain her, Nadia ended up selected for the F.A.T.E. program in quick order. Had her partner been weaker or a normal human the situation could have ended much differently. With some reluctance and not knowing what else to do she enlists.
  
  Durning a botched resonance attempt and provocations at the hands of Raphael, Nadia has found herself now in a collar of her own and enduring the countless insults of the new training program she's developed something of a competitive understanding with her two new training partners and has extended her protection to the madness inflicted Dani. While she may have a loyalty towards them her opinions of the DWMA as a whole has sunk more into contempt. Fortunately, the training and tournament has her minds on other things as she readies for a new mission.
  
  In the wake of the Fools Day Massacre, Nadia immediately took charge of happenings at ground zero with the others in the first batch of FATE. Her actions to try and safeguard civilians and later in bringing down a witch, as well as being front and center with civilian assistance at ground zero, coupled with the actions of other elements had served to elevate her to the status of a hero and face of the project for this incident at least, with the eventual promotion to team leader. With some private misgivings Nadia wore the title and continues to wear it as it truly worms its way into her as would be seen in the Valaam incident. While she was not happy with her sollution, the corruption found there led to Nadia banging on doors around Moscow for most of her vacation, after she comforted Dani at least.
  
  ~~~ Break for collab based history to be added here if impactful.
  
  
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  Items on your person:
  -Survival Combat Knife x2: 10" variation serrated blades. (one on each hip in holster)
  -Magitech Watch: Standard issue, hers differs by the fact it is stylized into a stopwatch. (left pocket)
  -Magitech Communicator: Standard issue (ears/left pocket)
  -Magitech Smartphone: A standard issued phone that she got after some arguing with Dani among others. Right pocket
  -Spare Cash: Her time in the Dojo also taught her it is better to buy things than to steal them. Tends to carry 300 USD or equivalent in local currency to all areas she travels at, outside of what a mission may give. (right pocket)
  -First-Aid Kit: a standard medical kit with some water purification tablets and suture thread. (Left leg band/holster)
  -A book: Surprisingly on every mission she will bring at least one novel with her to read so as not to be bored. (left hip top strap)
  - Suppression Broach: As part of the program and the near resonance of Dani, Nadia now finds the two of them in a new pair of collars, Nadia wears hers underneath her high neckline collared shirt.
  
  Soul Type: Nadia possesses a soul that looks a bit like frigid ice in a frothy blue hue and otherwise looks to be a normal soul with an intense flame. Which in olden times was often called the Giant's Shade or Vanguards Heart and was found among the vanguard of the hybrids during their early conflicts with the agents of an early DWMA and exceptionally rare in the current era, it is believed to be a genetic leftover of the race's warrior days and may contribute to her seemingly battle frenzy state and Ice-Blood.
  
  In the modern era this soul could be said to be one in tens of millions if not hundreds of millions. Those who possess this soul tend to have exceptional Wavelengths and are rather powerful physical combatants. The downside of this soul is those with it tend to be rather violent and seek the thrill of Combat and conquest.
  
  Fighting Style: Trained under one of the Amazing Star Dojo's but largely used a self-taught and improvised style than any official taught style, she is chiefly skilled with sword or other bladed weapons with some skill towards other melee types. The bare foundations of her style seem rooted in European Martial Arts rather than East Asian, but as noted is heavily improvised. In addition, she picked up the use of throwing blades and combat knifes, though these are made from composites and steel rather than any Weapon Soul. Is also a somewhat capable hand to hand combatant. Typically, her battle style can be best explained as "One speed, go." with maximum force at the get go and an almost homicidal enjoyment of the conflict. It focuses on overwhelming physical force backed up with a weapon, mixing in kicks, punches and unrelenting assaults with pure power put behind them. When in a resonance this is amped up to even more with some tactics intermixed with speed. Her hand-to-hand fighting seems to at least some Russian Sambo as the basics and employs counters and hard attacks based around grappling or head grabs with slams.
  
  She has since learned to be somewhat more refined and to make use of Soul Force Icy in her engagements, plus a two-handed stance for Dani's new Weapon Amplification Resonance form.
  
  
  Wavelength Techniques:
  
  Soul Perception: What is to be expected of a Meister, Nadia is not overly skilled at this but can sense the souls of general targets up 280 feet away, a clearer picture tends to be from a much shorter range of fifteen feet, though with focus on one target her detection range reaches out to 50 feet at the cost of ignoring most else around them.
  
  Wavelength Amplification: Nadia shines here from her Jorguün ancestry, unknowingly even as a small child she had physical abilities that were on par with full grown adults and athletes. As she got older this has only improved with hard training and combat her skill grew more and more, till in her passive state she has the ability to pick up and throw a small sized truck 10-20 feet or tip over a large truck and run at a "moderate" speed of 35mph and sprinting at 40mph, and to simply ram through many wall types. When Amplified she can hit brief bursts of significantly higher speeds with a sustained speed of 75 mph. And is able to pick up and throw a half-ton of weight 10-20 feet, such as a midsized truck, and able to tip over vehicles or weights in the three-ton range.
  
  Her Endurance is as scary as her strength leading to marathon like performances with solid control over her wavelength. When fully released she burns through energy quickly, but her performance is akin to her original hybrid brothers and sisters, which is also the level she can hold in union with an applicable weapon. Her training focused on full body mastery, and as a result she tends to go all out in a battle rather than precision attacks or homed in singular strikes. It should be noted she has absolutely no ability with soul suppression and considers it a coward's way out.
  
  
  Soul Force: Manifesting her wavelength to enhance her physical strikes, adding more raw power and disrupting the flow of wavelength through a target, causing a moderate level of rejection or destabilizing resonance to a target, she used this against her partner in the brawl that got her recommended to F.A.T.E. Nadia in addition has made an improved version, though still not on the level of Soul Menace, called;
  
  Weapon Amplification Resonance Technique Frost Tamer: summoning forth Dani's Weapon Amplification Resonance form, Nadia and Dani can gain a 6x multipler to their physical power, hitting a huge area leaving a huge frigid scar upon whatever it hits, in a 30 foot long by three-foot-wide slash.
  
  Soul Force Icy:
  
  Nadia's Soul Force move takes on the aspects of her Ice Blood nature drawing in an elemental affinity into her strikes. With a buildup of condensation, as sparks and bits of light appear as a vapor like mist forms, white in color and turning bluer in its center, able to be formed with one hand, though two works better, being struck by this aspect of Soul Force is akin to being in a deep freezer or an extreme cold. To those it hits it is often reported that a deep cold washed over them followed up with a numbness and limbs becoming stiffer as their body temperature lowers to the degree of exposure to bitter cold unprepared.
  
  Repeated hits do not increase the effects of temperature lowering or lead into more serious effects, though it does prolong the effects of the icy wavelength. In addition, this form drains her energy at a much faster rate.
  
  Soul Conduction: Nadia is able to use a variant of Soul force with a willing partner that can withstand the Meister's attempt, in this case Dani is the only one Nadia has had success in doing this with.
  
  Soul Force Icy, one-handed Technique: The ability to concentrate her wavelength powers to unleash her aspect based Soul Force with the use of but a single hand.
  
  Soul Force Icy Additional Effect: With the support of Dani, Nadia's blows now inflict a deep surface level freeze upon a target, in tests it was shown to be able to make up a 2x2 foot area of steel plate brittle enough to smash in follow up attacks.
  
  Spoiler: Soul Conduction

  Soul Conduction is an applied form of Soul Force wherein the wavelength of the Meister is channeled through their Weapon to enhance physical strikes with extra force. This ability is typically later replaced with Resonance techniques due to their higher damage output, but can act as an intermediate stepping stone beforehand or be used when Resonance is either not feasible to or conserve energy. Soul Conduction notably cannot be utilized with Soul Menace, but can apply other unique traits of Soul Force if those are present. Soul Conduction also cannot be used to extend the range of Forced Rejection which requires direct contact. This ability is primarily reliant on the skill of the Meister, but does require the Weapon to allow the wavelength to pass through them and be able to handle the energy passing through them as a wavelength. Soul Conduction is normally slightly weaker than standard Soul Force, but once mastered, the slight loss in efficacy is negligible.
  
  
  Resonance Techniques:
  
  Basic Resonance: The ability to resonate with weapons to join wavelengths to enhance one another and strike out at a foe as one. Nadia is as skilled as she is limited in this, able to form a resonance with most melee weapon types with a preference towards blades. The main problem with resonating with her is the constant and powerful wavelength from the get-go.
  
  Complex Resonance: Nadia has a basic understanding of Complex Resonance now to carry out a limited ranged attack with Dani, while she's still improving she is now able to utilize Dani to a wide degree.
  
  Chain Resonance: Nadia and Dani have developed a means to join resonance with a total of two more weapon pairs, for three functional groups as a result of her 6 months of training.
  
  Additional Note: Ice Blood gives her the ability to refract and breakdown many types of magic used against her, though a far cry from her ancestor's nullification abilities she is able to withstand the forces of magic bit by bit.
  
  Partner: Daniella Ethalyn
  
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  - Has several changes of her normal clothing plus two more occasional outfits and one formal dress.
  - In her own room she has an antique record player that she mostly plays orchestral pieces on and a samovar with other refined looking furniture.
  - Is ambidextrous, though shows some favoritism to her right, an accomplished duelist with her knives or other blades simultaneously.
  - Though unknown to most, Nadia is an accomplished knitter and seamstress a fact that is hinted at in her room by balls of yarn and spools of thread.
  - While not observed as drunk by her coworkers she is known to be able to drink a lot.
  - Has a fear of deep bodies of water and of boats given the conditions of when she was last at sea, prefers to take a flight.
  [/SPOILER]
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Edits on 8/26/2023*

 

[EmperorsChosen]

• Identifying Information
• Psychiatric Profile
• Background Information
• Soul
• Combat Profile
• Extra

• 
  Name: Daniella "Dani" Ethalyn
  
  Age: 19
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Species: Demon Weapon
  
  Height: 5’11”
  
  Weight: 152 lbs
  
  Hair Color(s): Pink
  
  Eye Color(s): Blue
  
  General Appearance: A young woman with an almost cartoonish palette. Dani is a somewhat tall young woman of a fit build with bright pink hair, piercing blue eyes, and sharp features. Her choice of apparel differs, usually consisting of shorts or a skirt, though almost always wearing some sneakers, her old blazer or hoodie.
  
  Partner: N/A
  
• 
  Personality:
  Dani comes off cold at first glance, a striking contrast to her appearance. She's rather terse, to the point, blunt, and foul-mouthed, which would probably be funny if she didn't carry that sad scowl all the time. To say she's mean is somewhat inaccurate, as she isn't going out of her way to hurt anyone or be harsh. Crueler outbursts and a short temper come at the best of her madness, though she often appears regretful and attempts to silently seethe rather than vocalize. She gives off the impression that she's, on the one hand, bitter and angry and, on the other, tired and lost. Her emotions seem to be mostly locked behind her trauma and emotional issues, save for anger which rears its head fairly often. However, getting her to smile or laugh is a test of skill, one that seems to be displayed little and less as time goes on. However, while keeping most people at an arm's length, Dani is shown to not completely disregard those around her. Oftentimes she will show concern, though with dry comments or sharp criticism rather than doting empathy. She would prefer it if no one around her got hurt, of course, however her logic follows that in the case that they do, her behavior will make it hurt all the less.
  
  Addendum: Following the tournament, Dani has acquired a newfound determination in gaining control over her madness. Whether she admits it or not, she has let people in to some degree or another and is scared losing control of her madness will cause a repeat of the incident that took her brother away. Though she dislikes DWMA more and Cyrus especially, she can't very well argue against the negative opinion she's gained. However, while she is putting forth effort and not wanting to be a burden to her partner, Nadia, she feels additionally guilty considering that the other now has to wear a collar similar to her own for the express contingency for if she loses herself again.
  
  Addendum #2: Dani has made some headway opening herself up. Since the April 1st attack, she began to display more investment in spending time with others and glare slightly less. She isn't hesitant to call those she cares about friends, or more, and while still afraid of loss Dani at the very least doesn't let that fear stop her from enjoying the company of her friends and significant other. She's still rather moody and blunt with a case of resting bitch face, but especially after having the incident with Adolla, Dani is more determined than ever to rise above that perception.
  
  F.A.T.E. Status: Type D. Dani’s issues center around behavioral issues and residual madness from the MIBVI outbreak. Since the loss of her brother, she is hesitant to pair and her madness-induced anger issues leaves her not only difficult to work with, but also has created a dangerous alteration to her wavelength. Steps have been taken to counsel and mentor her, though her response to these attempts has been cooperative, if not wholly unmotivated and with less than preferential results. Accordingly, Dani’s been issued a Magitech disruptor as a precaution to her wavelength induced by madness.
  
  Addendum: Dani's wavelength disruptor collar has been replaced with the newly distributed broach variants, making her look less like an escaped prisoner or rabid dog.
  
• 
  Daniella was born in the U.S. early on into the outbreak of MIBVI. Unfortunately, given everything occurring, the timing of her birth as well as her sibling’s was ill-conceived. While the family may have been able to underestimate the outbreak in its earliest days, it quickly proved itself to be all too real. Dani spent the beginning of her life being evacuated and quarantined and, before growing past childhood, the family diminished to only her brother and her.
  
  Of course, despite losing their parents to madness, the two weren’t so lucky as to survive quarantine uncorrupted. Though ultimately rescued by DWMA agents, the two were exposed to the MIBVI virus. However, unlike their parents, they lasted long enough to be provided the vaccine and given the opportunity to recover.
  
  Though the vaccine cleared the roadblock that enabled the siblings to progress down the road of recovery, it was hardly the magical cure-all that was prayed for. Though better off than in quarantine, remnants of the madness remained and exhibited in them. Therapy helped better on some days and less on others. In the end, only magitech and wavelength training seemed to help. Her brother sought to join the DWMA, hoping their teachings further streamline the pair's recovery and Dani followed, more so out of an apprehension to leave behind her only remaining family rather than out of a sense of optimism for their condition.
  
  However, this did appear to be a step in the right direction. The both of them seemed to improve as time went on, her brother even acquiring something of an ambition to continue on the same track of being a meister. Dani was more so interested in the ironic structure and normalcy the program provided. However, the job was anything but safe, a realization that came when the duo began being put to the grind.
  
  Needless to say, Dani is here, alone and without her brother. Her placement in the F.A.T.E. program is partly behavioral, however her residual madness played arguably the largest part. It was a concern that proved legitimate as the two fed off each others madness. The last mission prior to Dani's invitation resulted in a madness outbreak. Not only did Dani lose her brother to their target, the outbreak condemned her to requiring more serious intervention.
  
  One might wonder why she seeks to remain and not go elsewhere, yet that is a question she herself doesn't have a solid answer to. Partly out of some base hatred and animosity for those creatures that took her family, partly as she doesn't have a better idea. She is, at the moment, rather aimless and proceeding down the only road that she knows.
  
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  Soul Type:
  Dani’s soul is depicted as a pinkish orb with two protrusions at the top of her head, resembling the shape of ears or a bow. It is a typical soul for a human with otherwise no special qualities in and of itself than the uncommon hue.
  
  Murderous Wavelength: A concerning wavelength feeding off Dani's temper and residual madness. Though the aberration in wavelength itself predates the death of her brother, her wavelength has over time sputtered and corrupted to what it is now. Anger and rage that she knows not what to do with gave birth to this change. It can be a frightening thing when harnessed, amplifying her power past any prior heights depending on how much she gives into the desire for retribution. The racket produced by the wavelength is constant and deafening, giving her resistance to sound-based forms of wavelength control.
  
  Still, Dani isn't all that conscious of it nor does she intentionally seek to exploit or utilize the wavelength, since it is more than anything, fueled by her rage and madness. On top of that, the risks ran by indulging too much could lead to her own demise. It is a double-edged sword, though not one that has bled anyone just yet.
  
  Dani is still madness touched, recovering from being affected by the MIBVI outbreak. While the girl has made progress and doesn't show severe symptoms normally, she is more sensitive to potential outbreaks and this creates some difficulty when harnessing her wavelength. At the moment, Dani cannot confidently call upon her wavelength normally. In a maddened state, the girl is noted to grow extremely fixated on a specific target of ire to potentially a psychotic degree. She focuses solely on the act of eliminating that target, granting physical boons to her wielder powered by her anger and urge to kill. This enhanced state of focus is potentially the only reason Dani's wavelength is utilized in such a state and with significant more difficulty normally.
  
  
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  Weapon Type: Demon Bastard Sword
  
  Unique Traits:
  Dani’s weapon form takes on the appearance of a rather pristine bastard sword. The blade protrudes outward at the base to form a spike on each side before expanding out then narrowing as it extends to the tip. The front side of the guard forms a barb while the other curves back around to form a handle guard and serpents into the pommel. Holding a mostly blue hue with some pink or ruby accents, the blade holds no attributes out of the ordinary of most Demon Weapons.
  
  Resonance Techniques:
  Absorb: Basic Demon Weapon ability. Can consume souls to eventually become a death scythe.
  
  Bond Resonance: Considering that Dani has only ever partnered with her sibling, she is fairly skilled in utilization of it. Of course, despite the ease of it, she was never able to acquire that large of a power increase in it alone nor is the skill relevant since her brother's passing.
  
  Basic Resonance: Dani is now capable of achieving resonance with one of non-blood relation. However, given her and her partner's demeanor, she must remain stoic and calm to utilize it safely and can only do so for a short period of time. The blade glows a red/pinkish hue and grants a large physical power increase to the user.
  
  Complex Resonance: Dani’s attempt to make up for the weaker boost of the base Bond Resonance. Finding themselves typically outmatched by other meisters, of which the melee were stronger and the ranged unreachable, they honed their control and evolved their resonance. Though Dani’s base form is that of a sword, the added bonus is the expulsion of energy from the blade. In the duo's case, this was used to at least be able to fire back or counter against ranged users and provide greater clashing power against close quarters combatants.
  
  Partial Transformation: A skill Dani acquired just in case, though has seldom utilized. She has a basic grasp, enough to transform her extremities into a blade or protrude it from her skin. Typically, she'd prefer to fully transform and fight with her brother, though that is no longer an option.
  
  Weapon Amplification: Dani is capable of achieving a weapon amplification form in which her blade transforms into that of a much larger buster sword. The blade widens and lengthens as the grip thickens to compensate. At the tip, the blade spouts outward on each side like a pickaxe. The body of the weapon has a smooth, almost translucent sheen of menacing red. This form comes with a x6 increase of power as well as can channel Nadia's wavelength through the blade for a special attack. Frost Tamer utilizes Nadia's icy soul in conjunction with Dani's amplified weapon form, causing the blade's glow to turn blue, freeze objects that come into contact with it, and leave a frigid scar where it strikes.
  
  Adolla Burst: Dani is capable of manifesting a fiery scorpion-like appendage trailing from the base of her spine. The tail immolates at a temperature of 1,600 F and is capable of melting through reinforced materials and even injecting a magma-like poison from its tip and jutting out with speeds that surpass the pair's resonance. Dani can also call upon this appendage in her weapon form, in which case it protrudes from the tip of the blade. However, she is only capable of utilizing the tail for a period of five minutes before she must rest, and only capable of calling upon it a limited amount of times a day depending on her fatigue. Due to the Adolla Burst, Dani is additionally capable of immolating her weapon form.
  
  Soul Perception: Acquired through recent trainings with Starwulf. Dani is hardly a master, but at this stage is not so blind and reliant on others or her partner.
  
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  • Dani's birthday is October 8th.
  • Favorite music is rock & rap.
  • Dani's journal was a suggestion by her therapist. She addresses each page to her brother as if writing to him.
  • Dani exercises quite often. Another method to help moderate her anger and anxiety.
  • She's tolerable of horror, but is weak to jumpscares.
  Music:
  
  Spoiler

  
  

 

[QuirkyAngel]

Spoiler: Shelved for now

Name: Celeste P. Aragon

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Species: Human

Traits: Weapon

Height: 5’8’’

Hair Color(s): Silver

Eye Color(s): Blue

General Appearance: A girl with long, silver hair and ice blue eyes, Celeste’s lovely appearance is quite deceiving…as it is meant to be. A daughter of the Aragon family, she tends to wear dresses, keeping her appearance classy and neat, if not a bit simplistic compared to her half-sister. Black is her preferred choice in color and she often wears accessories like gloves (to mask finger prints) and earrings/necklaces (that contain compartments for her various poisons). The hard truth is that Celeste doesn’t really care what she looks like at all and just leaves her appearance to the family maids.

Her hair was originally black, but turned white due to all the poisons she’s ingested as a child.


Personality: Cold and blunt, Celeste is a reserved person who doesn’t like to interact with people outside of work or necessity. Her mind works like an assassin – cool, calm, and calculative. She doesn’t like speaking when she doesn’t have to and suffers from mild alexithymia. Understanding and expressing emotions is difficult for her and she has a hard time connecting with others, let alone forming bonds of the soul. However, she does have a system of morality and understands kindness to a degree…just not when it applies to her…or in situations that make it impractical. Despite her utilitarian nature, Celeste is diligent, dutiful, and will act to preserve what she deems to be good for the world. Even if she can’t seem to feel emotions (trained out of her), she has little problems with acting like she does, especially for assassination jobs.

Due to the dangerous nature of her wavelength, Celeste insists she works better alone. That, along with the fact that assassins tend to work solo, means she’s not very experienced in working with others.

F.A.T.E Status: Type B (actually Type E). Her poisonous wavelength makes her a health hazard to any partner that works with her (which is true) and she regularly takes specialized wavelength suppressants to prevent herself from accidentally harming the souls around her with the poisonous aura her soul gives off (This is false. She actually has fairly good control of her wavelength and was sent to FATE for leaking DWMA information to the Aragon Family, attempted assassinations of Death the Second, and all the kills she made as the assassin, Scorpion…which should rightfully land her in jail).

History: The Aragons are an extremely wealthy family with strong ties to the Spanish Royalty and Celeste is a daughter of theirs…or rather, a child born of infidelity. The product of a one night stand between a singer from the slums and the Head of the Aragon Family. When her birth mother died, the babe was taken into the Aragon household where no one, not even her birth father, wanted her. However, they found use in training her to an assassin for the family, especially when her weapon gene was discovered.

As a child, she was fed daily doses of poison (in small quantities) to help her build her body’s immunity to them. Combat training. Weapons training. Celeste was given an extensive education to build her up for the role she was meant to play and taught various ways to kill people. She is especially knowledgeable about poisons and the various kinds in the world. One could almost say her wavelength is a reflection of what she’d experienced as a child and developed in such a poisonous manner as a result…but who can say? Perhaps her soul had always been inclined towards poisons—towards taking a life, making her job the perfect fit for her. Take a class on soul theory if you want to discuss such trivial details, but Celeste neither knew nor cared. “Scorpion” made her debut, taking her first life, at the young age of 8 and never looked back. She’d become a tool for the Aragon family.

What changed? Well, it started a mission to keep an eye on Death the Second and kill him should he become a threat, which led her to infiltrate DWMA. Her family did not like the changes he’d implemented, especially regarding the Reformed Monster Houses. The Aragons were traditionalists that did not like their children interacting with monsters (or witches). All that, along with MIBIV outbreak which ushered DWMA into a new era of fame as the world’s savior, left them highly suspicious…especially since the origins of said virus occurred on DWMA grounds. Enrolling into DWMA (with perfect scores) along with her half sister, her first few years started with her subtly attempting to assassinate Death the Second: anonymous poisoned letters, anonymous bombs, etc.

Needless to say, she did not succeed. However, in the course of attempting to uncover Death the Second’s weakness, Celeste grew to like the school. Having befriended Lucien Boulanger, a half-vampire in her weapons class, Celeste’s opinions of monsters in DWMA gradually changed. However, it wasn’t until her partner accidentally got involved in her “Scorpion” activities, nearly costing him his life, that Celeste decided to turn herself in. All the kills she’d made as “Scorpion”. All the info about DWMA she’d given to the Aragon family. All her attempted assassinations of Death the Second. Celeste revealed it all.

After much debate about what to do with her, Celeste was introduced into the FATE program.

Items on your person: Various poisons (hidden in her accessories), specialized antidotes developed by DWMA to counter her wavelength(pills), wavelength suppressants (more pills), a gun (with silver bullets), wallet, and phone.


Soul Type: Poisonous Wavelength—Her soul exudes an aura that is toxic to other souls around her. Extended exposure to her wavelength will result in the gradual deterioration of the soul…which in turn causes the physical deterioration of the body. Souls do not die. A poisoned soul does not "die" - just looks shriveled up and tastes disgusting (according to Lucien). However, a soul poisoned by the her wavelength (an ill soul) will wreck havoc on the body (and mind) it plays host to, gradually (or quickly) leading it to death depending on amount of her wavelength injected.

Her wavelength manifests as a sickly green color.


Weapon Type: A whip sword

Unique Traits:

Celeste is a poisonous weapon and, if paired with an incompatible partner, her wavelength will gradually “sicken” their souls. Heck, even with a compatible partner, mistakes in resonating (or any lack of control on her part) will result in her poisonous wavelength affecting her partner—which is why DWMA’s pharmacy developed antidotes, specifically made to counter her wavelength, just for her.

She can coat her weapon form with her wavelength and inject it others, making it a poisonous weapon that can sicken/kill any living thing she successfully stabs them. The more of her wavelength she injects, the more deadly. She can sense those who have been poisoned by her wavelength.


Resonance Techniques: During resonance, the toxic lvls of her wavelength becomes many, many times stronger, causing the deterioration of the soul at an extremely rapid rate should she successfully stab the target.

Poisoned Aura - Enhanced through resonance, her wavelength can manifest itself out as a poisoned miasma that covers the field, causing the gradual poisoning of those who breath in her wavelength - except her meister who (if they managed to successfully resonate with her) would gain immunity to her poisonous wavelength.

Dance of Unending Blades - While during resonance, the chain that links her blade together is no longer limited to a certain physical length and can extend as long as the meister wills. She can also separate the bladed segments and have them attack separately, re-forming back into a blade as needed, making tricks and traps possible for those who know her weapon form to its true extent.

Medicinal Form - Poison is medicine to some~ This technique only occurs with certain, pure-hearted meisters (the exact specifics of which are unknown). However, upon resonating with them she will take on a new form and her poisonous wavelength will become medicinal wavelength that repairs souls, "healing" them, instead of sickening them. During resonace with these meisters, her weapon form loses its poisonous trait and takes on a medicinal one instead.

Spoiler: Medicinal Form

Partner: TBA

Theme: TBA

 

[Mqueserasera]

Spoiler: Withdrawn at this time

Prudence Pontmercy

• Basics
• History & FATE
• Personality
• Soul
• Others

• 
  Name: Prudence Pontmercy
  
  Age: 19
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Species: Human
  
  Traits: Weapon
  
  Height 5'8| 172 cm
  
  Hair Color: Black
  
  Eye colors: Gray
  
  Ethnicity: French
  
  Sexuality: Pansexual
  
  Weapon Type: Tower Shield
  
  Partner: None
  
  General Appearance:
  Her dull, uninterested eyes, very pale skin, and habit of standing or sitting in one spot, sometimes unmoving for hours on end, give Prudence the appearance of a very unanimated ghost. She wears her hair in a small side braid to her left. Her fingers are slender and long, which could have been the prettiest thing about her, if not for the white gloves she always has on. Her wardrobe consists solely of the Pontmercy’s approved outfits, classy and elaborate.
  
  
  
• HISTORY
  
  Prudence wasn’t born in complete poverty, her family's financial state was fairly average. But Prudence’s parents never quite felt human enough. They always were in need of something, a better car, a full-size bath, then a pool also, even a little angel of a statue to lift the garden’s mood. Never satisfied, they bickered endlessly, they fought, they quarreled, then they made up. They cursed, they insulted, they chastised, then they were reconciled. It was a usual thing for them, as pressure and arguments, even overly heated ones, were how headstrong, ambitious people best communicative.
  
  But Prudence was never one. She had always been a fearful child. Her efforts never seemed to be enough. Her limits stretched thin, mentality tested—that of a child barely a decade old. Then there were the endless lessons, infinite lectures, dark dark punishments. It was far too exhausting, too taxing to keep trying for the goal never in sight. So she did what any sensible child would: she gave up trying. There was a turning point, at seven or eight, when Prudence stopped trying to please her ever quarreling parents. She shut herself up, only fulfilling anything required of her. Praises and acknowledgment being so far out of reach, she sought only to avoid harsh berates and deep disappointment. She got used to it after a while. Children are wonderful things. They can fit into almost any mold you want. You try to stuff them in a small container and they’ll overflow it with molting energy, all go to waste, leaving only a tiny resemblance to the original. But give them a large mold, they’ll stretch themselves thin for you, become almost transparent in color. And it was the very color of her skin: a pallor almost sickening. Sullen eyes, once had been deep blue, now under an overcast of gray.
  
  Prudence made no excuse ever. It seemed to her useless to seek understanding in strangers. She came to realize, just like herself, everyone cares about themselves first and foremost. The time and effort to truly understand someone are but frivolous things reserved for the fortunate. She was never one, and had never met one such fortunate person that she didn’t abhor. At first glance, she recognized any approach as mere entertainment for people with too much time on their hands. Classmates who had never been in her place, teachers who did just barely what was required of them, friends who were but acquaintances. The more they probed, the worst she cringed away. Every attempt was rejected. She never asked for help, just as she never asked for understanding, for praises or acknowledgment. It was more than good enough to live another day, but no one seemed to ever get this crucial point. She abhorred every single one of those hypocrites. She believed all of them were. Until Muriel.
  
  Muriel was a gentle person, not actually good at anything. Muriel was clumsy. Muriel was ever distracted, ever unaffected. Her head resided in some other planes different to ours. Perhaps among fluffy white clouds. Her hair was golden with wavy little curls. Her fingers long, very slender, almost perfect matches for Prudence’s, if not for the latter’s pallor. Muriel was also not a very competent Meister. But she came from a long line of very successful and respected Meisters – the Pontmercy. To compensate for Muriel’s lack of aptitude for the Meister career, the Pontmercy scouted far and wide for a talented Weapon with type and wavelength to perfectly match the girl’s. As a stroke of luck, her first and only, Prudence was picked from hundreds of candidates. She was then promptly adopted to the Pontmercy household, while her parents received a great sum for their effort to educate her until that day.
  
  Suddenly, Prudence was moved to a spacious room on the top floor of a great mansion, where she would live with a girl her age. They were both fourteen at the time. Then the Pontmercy taught her the way of the family and told her to get along with her new partner. So she did. Though she found in this curious, good-hearted friend another of the hypocrites she knew all too well. She rejected the girl, and would rather play the role of a fearful servant than a partner. But days after days, Prudence’s impeccable defense was tried, assaulted and stormed tirelessly. It took some time, quite some time, in fact, for it to begin to give. And when the walls were down, the maze she set up to confuse people, Muriel specifically, with a fake personality and a fake smile, was also thoroughly navigated. It was apparent to Muriel at the time that Prudence was on her last leg. And when Muriel, the sweet and distracted little angel she was, had finally wormed her way in, she refused to leave. She explored the vast emptiness within her partner. And found, to her surprise, nothing at all. Nothing of Prudence’s own, at any rate. Only a compliant girl who fearfully followed orders. Her favorite food was what her parents had thought best for her, her music what they deemed proper. Her fear, her joy—if it could even be called that—her relief, her regrets – all arranged and neatly issued by others. She was an audience to her own life. The fact was that Prudence, as a person, had never existed before meeting her Meister. There was only a shadow of a shell that somewhat resembled a person. She had no thought of her own, no feelings. Even her anger was byproducts of annoyance towards self-serving invasions into her personal domain of emptiness.
  
  Then life – a tiny, small so small, but bright so bright, light was born, and it burned, it roused fiercely like that of a revolution, had forever been trampled and dampened for years and years, now caught a spark and was allowed the fuel, then released to shoot sky-high. So she was born again. Only with Muriel did she finally experience for the first time many beautiful things. She looked upon the moon with another person, and laughed and pointed at its maddening eyes, something she had never before thought funny. And she tasted ice-cream, so cold it froze her brain, and caused her stomachaches in no way healthy. The novels she shared with Muriel too were crude, and strange to her adolescent mind. But all those tiny bits and unimportant things marked the birth of a person. Muriel was her first and only miracle, her first and only love.
  
  And with life and love came the wonderful things: emotions. Love, hate, joys, sorrows, hopes, fears. But even with this newfound life, for years Prudence was content with living in Muriel’s shadow. She cared not for glory or reconigtion. Muriel was the only friend she needed. Despite her Meister’s effort, the Weapon never opened up to anyone else. It took years for her to accept Muriel, and she knew it was a once-in-a-lifetime deal. Why, for someone so used to living like a dead person, being granted life was plenty. Muriel insisted otherwise, so Prudence let her try, without any intention to ever give in. For a long time, it seemed as though Prudence’s rehabilitation was more important to Muriel than making a Death Weapon. Regardless, the two had each other. Life felt like a dream then. Chock-full of memories, of conflicted, shifting beats. Things were in abundance. News things to explore, to experience and to share with each other every day. Then during a mission, Muriel suffered a grave wound and two weeks later succumbed.
  
  It was an ill-calculated mission, their team severely outmatched. Half of them were wiped out by the time. Never had the reality of imminent death loomed so tensely over the young couple’s heads. The worst came to mind, and it crushed Prudence’s nerves. It was because she loved that she knew fear. She feared that she and Muriel would be killed. The sheer impossibility of it, for how—she could not imagine a world without her Meister, a world beyond her wildest imagination. For as long as she had been given true life, Muriel was there. Prophecy self-fulfilled. Prudence failed to maintain her form and her defense was broken through. She herself survived the coming attack mostly unscathed, thanks to her natural fortitude. But “survive”, as is “living”, is a tricky word.
  
  For the following weeks, Prudence never left her Meister’s side. Muriel was rarely conscious. But on those rare occasions, Prudence’s love felt more alive than ever. It was in those days the flame in her burnt brightest. It knew well the short time it had left in the world. After all, it had lived like that before, in complete darkness, emptiness. It suffices to say that that flame had lived the rest of its lifetime in the span of two weeks. And then it was all over.
  
  Prudence did not wither. She did not slowly succumb to madness. No such thing. The morning after Muriel’s funeral, she came home, did the laundry, then went to the library to return some books, then borrowed another. Then when she was home again, the girl cooked dinner for one, read, then went to sleep at nine. And exactly like that, she lived the rest of her days until now. The only variables being the occasional missions, which she carried out simply because being a Weapon was her role in life, nothing more, nothing less.
  
  
  TYPE D FATE AGENT
  
  With the incident that caused the death of Prudence’s Meister only a year ago, questions have been raised about her capabilities to operate again. Though no significant mental deficiency has been noted since she resumed training, no Meister since Muriel has been able to partner with Prudence longer than a month without being rejected by her wavelength. Her lack of commitment and teamwork in field missions is also a notable issue. But most critical are the underlying issues and latent instability that have surfaced on more than one occasion, causing harm to other agents. In at least five different incidents, Prudence has exhibited an emotionally volatile mental state, insubordination, and unpredictable behaviors, as well as failure to control her kinetic absorption, which had caused her absorbed energy to be released in an untimely and uncontrolled, manner, resulting in the incapacitation of her current partner or critical disruption of the mission. Reasons for such incidents were not always immediately apparent, though had largely been diagnosed to be aftereffects of her grief for her late Meister. Notably, following these incidents, her mental state would recover, seemingly, completely, with little to no rehab time, ensuing in stable periods that vary in length. With the last occurrence dated three months ago, her longest stable period yet, Prudence’s been permitted to resume field duty as a Fate Agent Type D.
  
  
  
• Is it too much, too cliché to say that her heart is close? Yet it has always been. Many of Prudence’s past Meister have attempted to understand her. All found in the end nothing worth the trouble. Prudence keeps it clean. Her face not a trace of dirt, her hair neatly braided, expressions in order. What is there to hide anyway? Her inner world is surprisingly simple. She has no strong emotions. No real feelings. No drive. No will. She lives like a walking corpse, for in fact, she thinks of herself as one. The only troubles lie in other people, who don’t seem to approve of her lifestyle at all. They demand human warmth to tolerate a person. Simply existing for most is not enough. But if they so insist, Prudence is willing to oblige.
  
  Over the years, Prudence has unearthed an interesting truth. That is, people don’t really care. Not without Reason or Incentive. So long as they think you talk like them, hate people they hate, like people they like, dress the way they dress, and share their interests, they will think of you as a good friend. And being naturally observative, Prudence easily takes on small characteristics of others, be it their choices of lipstick colors, little verbal tics, manner of speech or sense of humor, usually her Meisters’. And then it’s a smooth sail from there. They would stop bothering her about her lack of a character. But once in a while, to both sides’ annoyance, someone too overly perceptive for their own good would decide that Prudence’s effort is simply not good enough. That in her every action there is something fake, phony, inauthentic, and a multitude of other adjectives not directly sharing the same meaning with Real—their holy word. Then they would feel betrayed, sometimes, and offended, most of the time. It is quite unfair, at any rate. Calling something fake necessarily requires a truth to exist somewhere. Prudence has none. She’s empty as a human being. So can she really be called a fake when there’s no real her? In the end, she’s simply showing what people want to see.
  
  A Labyrinth need not a Minotaur to mislead the entrapped
  
  A fortress need not its residents to stand the test of time
  
  A person need not the truth to tell a lie
  
  But sometimes, though rarely, a faint glimmer of her past self can slip out of the stony mask, as reminders of the only time in her life when she was really alive. And the infuriating thing about living as a corpse is those lingering memories of life. They unpredictably resurface whenever she’s struck with strange and unexpected resemblances to the past: an uncanny familiar smile in the crowd, long lost warmth carried in unwitting words, or once, when a half-second flash of blue transparency blanketed a dawning airport, in storm thunders and enormous engine’s exhaust flames the world of the moment had enveloped her little dead self in the infinite blue of that person’s eyes... On those occasions, her reactions vary: anger, anguish, joy—things unbecoming for a walking corpse. Could these outbursts be hopes of hidden life, or mere illusions of something forever lost? No one knows. Prudence certainly doesn’t, though if she had to choose, she would be all for the latter.
  
  The matter of personality aside, Prudence has certain preferences that are worth mentioning: she is detail-oriented, observative and prefers to plan things out carefully before a mission. Her sole hobby besides doing chores, taking walks, and staring into nothingness is reading books. It doesn’t matter what kind. She can read any, and in fact often picks at random anything at the library. And no matter what she reads, with or without any passing interest, she can recite verbatim almost any passages with ease. But by no means are those little facets of her too important to give up. She’s willing to do away with all her little preferences if asked, even in jest, by her partner.
  
• Fortified soul
  
  

  

  
  
  Prudence’s soul is notably more squarish looking and dimmer than most souls. It looks somewhat like a dull tower.
  
  Fortified souls are more resistant to wavelength-based attacks but also less receptive of enhancement wavelengths
  
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  Resonance Techniques:
  
  
  
  - Absorb: The ability to consume the soul of other beings
  
  - Resonance: While it’s is easier for most Meisters to not be rejected by Prudence’s wavelength compared to most Weapons, it is notably more difficult to achieve stable basic resonance with her. Even those who have performed basic resonance with her can be rejected after a while.
  
  - Adaptive Wavelength: During combat, every time Prudence in Weapon form is attacked, she automatically adjusts her own weights, dimensions, density and thickness to defend against her opponent’s assaults. For example, when struck with quick, agile but weak strikes, her weights, size, and thickness will be reduced gradually. On the contrary, against mighty but slow blows, her size, weight, and endurance will increase gradually.
  
  - Art of Self-Defense: Without a Meister, Prudence can transform her limbs into shields to protect herself against incoming attacks. When her both arms are joined together, they will form a large shield in the image of her Weapon form. When fighting alone, her endurance is vastly superior to most Weapons, though her attacking ability leaves much to be desired.
  
  - Absolute Retribution: Kinetic energy from every blow Prudence receives in Weapon form is stored within the sapphire on the front. Though her Meister can order the release of this stored energy, Prudence can also choose to do it herself. Prudence’s own mental state also affects the stability of this ability.
  
  - Soul Resonance:
  
  
  - Soul Resonance:
  Upon achieving Weapon amplification resonance, Prudence transforms into a magnificent shield, with the sapphire in front enlarged and covering its whole surface. Stored kinetic energy can be then poured into her Meister, who then amplifies it before feeding it back into Prudence, resulting in the accumulated energy being greatly amplified for the distribution of a powerful blow.
  
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  - It’s easy to mistake Prudence for a clean freak, but she is in fact rather tolerant of others’ untidiness, and only helps them clean because she likes doing mindless chores.
  

 

[Sybil]

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• about
  
  
  
  Ἀδρήστεια

  Adrasteia Chandrice

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  name

  Adrasteia

  02

  age

  23

  03

  gender

  Female

  04

  DOB

  June 3rd

  ❝

  There is no rock bottom, it is just the lowest you have been.

  Traits

  Demon Weapon

  Weapon Form

  Black Chain-link Whip that shines shades purple and green accents in light similar to oil. The whip end is a flagrum whip, three smaller chains with a knife at each end.

  Soul

  Her soul is a purple orb with pulsating green and black at the core.

  Appearance

  Usual attire is either sweats or flannel and jeans. Her hair is in one long braid and has a set of bells tied at the end.

  FATE Status

  Agent D for issues with Madness and Empath Ability, Adrasteia is here to become a strong and efficient weapon solo or partnered if needed. She has a collar to inhibit her abilities and inhibit her madness.

  
  
  
• psyche
  Unique Traits

  Poison

  The whip length contains miniscule spikes, which along with the knife-ends, apply a type of numbing agent. At low doses it numbs affected areas, but at very large doses it can cause temporary paralysis.

  Forceful Empath

  Adrasteia's soul is able to reach out to those souls around her who are not walled off from her slight resonance, which allows her to broadcast her current emotions to them. This ability's max range is 120ft and does not replace affected person's emotions, more a felt emotional telepathy. The exception is any partnered to her however may experience her emotions rather than their own.

  Autonomous Weapon

  Adrasteia's combination ofloose and unique style of fighting and stance combined with her partial transformations of her arms as the chains of both ends, the handle and flagrum end.

  Madness of Desire

  Adrasteia's madness comes from her fixation on her desires. Her lack of expression and individuality for most of her life led to a growing need for being something she felt was herself. As she consumed souls and her mental status declined. This was due to verbal abuse from her partner combined with expectations placed on her by family and peers. Thanks to this, the madness blossomed into intermediatary stages and it became blatantly apparrent she was unstable. Her desires can waver on what they are, but her main desires are to strengthen herself and be free of burden.

  Resonance Techniques

  When able to resonate with a partner, the pair are in control of a total of three 25ft long chain links with a knife at each end. These chains are connected to the Meister, able to be controlled as if they were prehensile limbs. The ability greatly increases mobility as well as increases precision and the number of attacks.

  Partners

  Previous- Samsen Steel
  
  Current-Unlikely but TBD

  tidbits

  Height

  5'10"

  Hair Color

  Purple

  Eye Color

  Yellow

  
  
  
  
  

  persona —

  Adrasteia was known long ago for being forgettable and quiet. More recently she was known for assaulting her partner out of madness and rage, endangering fellow students in her manic states, and being toxic as a person that was locked up before for her mental health and madness. She now is known for being the result of long-term therapy, inhibiting collars, and a restrained personality.
  
  She still is a rather abrasive person, wanting to focus on herself more than others. She curses and teases, taunting when feeling outshined. One thing she tries, however, is to remain calm as best as she can. She can be found resorting to calming exercises taught to her like self-talk or meditation. She can be seen physically showing restraint in stressful situations, almost like holding herself back. The reason for her change was simple. She wanted to become stronger, and giving in to her impulses makes it easy for the progressed madness inside her. Her madness is still something she sees as freedom, but she sees it now more like a drug than a path forward. A tempting drug she tries to keep at bay. This want for power and denial of madness was the result of a long discussion she had during the beginning of her almost two years of mental care from residential placement to eventually outpatient programs. She is now monitored but allowed to re-enter combat training and is eager to not lose this chance.
  
  She is wary of Meisters, having bad experiences with them, but does acknowledge deep down that she is factually stronger if she was wielded instead of autonomous arts. That is until she finds her own way to be better alone.
  
  
• history
  history —

  Adrasteia was, for the majority of her life, seemingly normal. She achieved high grades in school, performed well with her partner Samsen in action, and was shy and reserved. Her outward appearance, however, hid a small seed of discomfort and aggravation from those around her. She only started expressing this as the madness blossomed as she consumed souls for missions, causing her large underlying issues to start surfacing. It culminated in a vicious surprise attack mid-mission on her partner, rendering her in need of medical attention.
  
  
  
  For the school, this was the last straw and she was put into a last resort program with persistent surveillance from her doctor and psychiatrist. Suffice to say her participation in the PAEAN Program resulted in her madness breaking out and causing panic amongst the group, resulting in her eventual withdrawal by being placed in a more long-term residential placement for mental health. She fought the system and attempted to escape many times, only to eventually reflect on what was actually holding her back from training and fights. It was her madness... and if she wanted to be stronger she needed to achieve an acceptable level of stability.
  
  
  
  After around a year and a half of going through the therapy, groups, self-help, collars for inhibiting, and motivation, she was allowed to be in an outpatient program. She lived by herself in an apartment, given a reasonably normal life to adjust to society again without her previous issues. While strenuous, she did show restraint and control to an acceptable degree. It was only after months of outpatient she heard about the FATE program, and it was exactly what she was waiting for. With permission, she was able to complete and submit an application, ready to start a new part of her life to finally move forward.
  
  
• misc
  Faceclaim

  Magane Chikujoin from ReCreators

  Faceclaim is as said above.

  Song

  used in CS

  The song is Alive Until Sunset from Arknights OST.

  Extra Tidbits

  Adrasteia was born with sharp teeth.
  
  
  
  Adra went by the nickname 'Whiplash' after she attacked her partner Samsen.
  
  
  
  Samsen is unnerved if he sees her, and Adra is openly aggressive.
  
  
  
  Adrasteia chews her fingernails as the last line of defense to deal with overwhelming mania or madness. It is not very effective.
  
  
  
  Adra is currently still ostracized by her parents and receives no support. This started when she attacked Samsen.
  
  
  
  Adra is big gay.
  
  
  
  Adra has a history of self-harm, starting as coping but made worse when it was incorporated into her autonomous arts to infect herself with her own poison and become numb to the pain inflicted by combat. Since being out she has not reported or been seen injuring herself.
  
  

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[QuirkyAngel]

Name: Jarvis Briseis

Age: 17…when he underwent the ritual. His actual age right now is 33.

Gender: Male

Species: Bloodsucker

Traits: Weapon, Undead

Height: 5’11’’

Hair Color(s): Silver-Bluish.

Eye Color(s): Red

General Appearance: Disheveled? Jarvis can’t be bothered to brush his hair on most days, but a fluffy hood solves all his problems; Lets him rest his head in comfort as well. Typically seen donned in a blue jacket, white pants, and long black boots, Jarvis has a limited set of clothes—since he can’t be bothered to shop—that he washes and re-wears because his appearance hardly matters to him at this point. Most of the time you see him, he’s slouching, or sleeping, making him look fairly unimpressive as far as bloodsuckers go. The heavy bags under his eyes and his nearly constant half-lidded eyes do not help.

Personality: Jarvis is as lazy as they come. If he could sleep all day (and night) he would. If he could lounge all day, snuggled in the comforts of his coffin, it would be a dream come true for him. He hates work. He likes comfort…and soft, fluffy things---like pillows and blankets. Cats as well. Jarvis’s discipline isn’t exactly zero, but, if he could find a shortcut to get work done quicker, he would. Avoiding hassles is a given for him. Doing more than what is required as well.

Jarvis dislikes confrontation. It’s not so bad that he would actively avoid fighting if he felt he had to, but given the choice between extensive arguing and keeping his mouth shut, he’d opt for the latter. If given the choice between a fight and peaceful solution, he would opt for the latter. He feels no shame in running away either. There’s not much a competitive bone in his body, He is generally calm in the heat of pressure and it would take a lot to get him riled up. Even he himself doesn’t really know the exact criteria to do so…he just gets angry when he’s angry. It’s like eating and sleeping. No need for too much thinking in that regard.

Jarvis generally has a depressed, pessimistic view of the world…which lends into his general apathy for most things except sleep. And video games. And sleep. A part of it stemmed from trying so hard when he was alive, but he doesn’t believe there’s any human meister that can pair with his now monster soul and he no longer cares. If it happens, it happens, but he’s no longer counting on it.

On a more positive note, Jarvis is a loyal individual that would give his life for someone he cares for. Despite being a lazy procrastinator with the discipline of a slug, he does hold a sense of responsibility, hence his return to DWMA.

F.A.T.E Status: Type E

History: Born a bright-eyed kid in 2034 to a normal couple in the U.S., Jarvis had a decent life growing up…until discovering his weapon gene. His father was an ordinary doctor and his mother an ordinary teacher. Perhaps somewhere in his family tree was a weapon, but he never really looked into it. It didn’t matter. The revelation that he was a weapon brought lots of excitement from his family who were all too happy to enroll him in DWMA, especially given the fame the school had been drawing.

It was there, in DWMA, that the 12-year-old met his first partner and love. Starting together in the N.O.T classes, he and Atli Ciar grew up together in E.A.T. A glove and meister pair. I’d bore you with all the details of all the interesting things they did together, but it’s not particularly relevant. They worked well together and were a well-known pair. Jarvis was well on his way to becoming a Death scythe…until the MIBVI outbreak started.

On one of their missions, Atli caught the virus and went mad, leaving her confused glove behind. Jarvis looked for help from DWMA, but the school was too busy with all the chaos to look for a single student. Atli wasn’t the only victim of MIBVI and, back when the virus first appeared, there was no cure in sight. People were still trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Teachers and students tried to console him. Told him to choose another partner…but Jarvis refused. He would find Atli alone if he had to.

While following Atli’s trail, he learned that his parents had died, killed my his former meister who, by then, had gone suitably mad. It was there, at his parents funeral, that he encountered the woman that would change his life forever: Valerija Elvira. She offered him the power to put a stop to Atli’s rampages and he took it. Simple as that. Why she offered to make him a bloodsucker, to let him use her blood for the ritual? Who knows? Jarvis certainly wasn’t thinking straight at the time—otherwise he might’ve remembered that DWMA banned the ritual for someone of his age. He only knew that he wanted the power to stop Atli. To save her. In the end though, the only way to save her was to consume her soul.

Since then, Jarvis Briseis all, but disappeared from the world. Avoided DWMA for fear of being hunted by them. Pretty much a drop out really, except he didn’t have the courage to go through the formal procedures—to meet eyes with old friends who would undoubtedly be disgusted by what he’d become.

He journeyed with Valerija a bit, learning about a his new life as a bloodsucker, adapting to all the changes, getting over all his losses, etc. Then she left him one day. No surprise really since many Bloodsuckers tended to operate solo. With nothing to do and no goals to live for (he was technically dead now anyway), Jarvis settled in Siberia, living as a reclusive shut-in for 10 years or so (only ever going out when he really, really needed blood)…until Valerija showed up again one day, apparently an interest in the Reformed Monster Clans. She demanded that he do the same. It was around that time that the FATE program was launched…and Valerija insisted he apply.

To say that Valerija Elvira was the sole reason for Jarvis’s return to DWMA would be a lie. He wanted to move forward with his life. Somewhere deep in his soul was the memory that he had wanted to be a Deathsycthe. It had been his dream. Both his and Altli’s dream. And now that she was gone, it fell on his shoulders to see that dream through. At the very least, it didn’t hurt to apply. Even if he didn’t get in, or got burned at a stake, he could at least tell Atli in his grave that he tried.

Items on your person: Standard Magitech Communicator, Standard Magitech watch, Survival Combat Knife, phone, wallet, Incapacitator collar (He doesn't really need it, but helped with the trust issue thing when he first applied to the program so he still wears it)

Soul Type: Monster/Bloodsucker Soul.

A reddish orb with fangs and lazy look about it that gives off a generally sleepy/drowsy feeling. Doesn’t seem to give off much malevolence for a bloodsucker. If you're paying special attention to his wavelength, you might hear a relaxing, lulling rhythm that might make you yawn, but otherwise doesn't do much (unless his wavelength is amplified).

Bloodsucker Abilities:

Heightened Physical potential--of a 30-year old bloodsucker. Even after living like a hermit for 13 years and limiting his blood intake, it's nothing to scoff at.

Heightened Sense -- especially regarding blood. He can smell blood from a mile away. Different people based on the scent of their blood as well.

Bloodsucking -- He has strong fangs that lets him bite into the victim and suck their blood. Blood heals his wounds.

Cold Resistance - He's an undead. The cold doesn't bother him too badly. He doesn't need to breath either...so drowning him or burying him alive won't do much.

Hypnotic Eyes – A bloodsucker magic that enhances his soul's wavelength and channels it through his eyes. His gaze can induce feelings of drowsiness/tiredness to those that look into it long enough. Those that do not have some form of mental enhancement fall asleep. His eyes also tend to glow when he's angry.

Transformation – Just his weapon form. Being a bloodsucker gives him a high aptitude for transformations and he can perform partial transformations with ease.

Blood Manipulation – A specialty of his bloodsucking "parent", Jarvis can telekinetically manipulate blood when its outside the body (any blood he can see essentially), hardening it or re-shaping it for offensive (or defensive) purposes. Unless his opponent is bleeding, or there's a bloody victim nearby (he can smell blood), he generally manipulates his own blood. The more blood he loses however, the hungrier he gets. Given his bloodsucker physiology, Jarvis doesn't die from blood loosing too much blood. He just goes raving mad with bloodlust.

Note: He's nocturnal, avoids sunlight, and dislikes fire...though any normal person would avoid touching fire, undead or not =P As a creature of the Night, he gets most of his energy at night.

Weapon Type: A bloodsucking black, clawed-gauntlet with a red gem at the center that lets the wearer manipulate whatever blood it registers as its own. Its current limit of manipulation is 25 galleons of blood in a 30 foot radius from the gauntlet, so long as said blood is connected to the gauntlet (or its blood extensions) in some form.

Spoiler: Weapon Form

The embedded gem is a container that can hold 1.5 galleons of blood.

Unique Traits:

• When properly worn, the fangs near the opening of the gauntlet(see the pic above) pierces the skin of the wearer and the gauntlet registers the wearer's blood as its own. It can then transfer the wearer's blood to the gauntlet and back as needed, increase/decrease blood circulation, removes blood impurities, and alter the wearer's bloodtype. To be more precise, the gauntlet is can remove impurities from the blood (cleaning it so to say) and alter the bloodtype of whatever blood it considers to be its own so as to safely transfuse blood with out harming the host.
• It is able to control the hand it is put on to a limited degree (so long as the meister lets the glove take control. Most of the time Jarvis is too lazy to and just lets the meister take the lead unless asked)
• It can absorb any blood it (or any of its connected weapon constructs) manages to come into physical contact with and store it in the red gem (Active, Max of 1.5 galleons at a time). Whatever blood it manages to drain it registers as its own. Rate of drain depends on the level of resistance of the victim (the more willing the easier) and, once the 1.5 galleon cap is reached, it can't drain any more blood unless the container is emptied.
• It can summon the1.5 galleon of stored blood and manipulate it into varied weapon constructs of its (or its wearer's) choice (Active, constructs must be connected to the gauntlet). Technically, it can drain from the wearer to add to this pool summoned blood (because the gauntlet registers the users' blood as their own), but the cost of doing so comes from the wearer. More than 750 ml of sudden blood loss and the the meister can go into hypovolemic shock (assuming they are human).

Resonance Techniques: TBD

He achieved Wavelength - Enhanced Resonance with Atli when he was a live, but has yet to even reproduce basic resonance with any other meister in 16 years. Self Resonance is looking very hot right now. Perhaps he'll learn from that Iron Maiden.

Partner: TBA

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[Merciless Medic]

Sara Rhea Middleton

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• Identifying Information
• Appearance
• Personality
• History
• Soul, Combat and Traits
• Trivia

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  F.A.T.E. ID
  

  

  
  Legal Name
  Sara Rhea Middleton
  
  Stage Name
  Brute Tooth
  
  Sex
  F
  
  D.O.B.
  August 22, 2046
  
  Blood Type
  AB+
  
  Species
  Werewolf
  
  Rank
  Type D Fate Agent - Meister
  
  Name: Sara Rhea Middleton
  
  Stage Name: Brute Tooth
  
  Nickname/Alias: Wolf-Girl / Pocky Lady / Wolf Ears / Brute Tooth / Anti-Loner Girl
  
  Date of Birth: August 22, 2046 (Leo)
  
  Location of Birth: Mojave Desert, NV (Werewolf Biome)
  
  Age: 21
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Sexuality: Biromantic Heterosexual
  
  Species: Werewolf
  
  Ethnicity: American/European
  
  Traits: Meister
  
  Partner: Evangeline Konstantine (Mook-LandStrider)
  
  F.A.T.E. Status:
  A Type D Fate Agent, Sara has a combination of mental health issues and an unstable werewolf transformation when under emotional duress that could be potentially dangerous to all nearby, including her weapon partner. Sara wanted to become a Meister similarly to Black Star when she was younger, idolizing the crazy man. She cared for those she was with and she's always wanted to be a part of the fighting force against kishin and to show that werewolves can be reliable.
  
  She has medication (Buspirone) to ease her anxiety, and she has a list of things to do throughout the day to mitigate her paranoia. These include exercising (something she does already), getting enough sleep, not drinking too much alcohol or caffeine, eating well-balanced meals, reframing her thoughts, writing it down, or talking to someone. However, she may forget these, which is why she has the safety net of her medication and her partner to remind her. The Buspirone has side effects that include dizziness, headaches, nausea, and strange dreams, which she has all of them. She also has weekly visits to a therapist to keep track of her progress.
  
  If she has a full on anxiety attack and she's close to becoming a full werewolf, she has another medication to stop the anxiety attack when it hits or right before so as to calm her down. She compartmentalizes between different situations to make sure that doesn't happen too much, as she doesn't want to keep taking her extra, more addicting medication to avoid getting dependent on it. The medication she takes is Valium, which also causes drowsiness, muscle weakness, headache, cotton mouth, nausea, constipation, and confusion as side effects. The other side effects she hasn't had as of yet.
  
  To control herself when she becomes emotionally unstable, she firstly tries to force herself to be positive against her therapist's wishes, which may make her happiness almost toxic happiness. Using mental exercises to better control herself in the heat of the moment, it's worked well in social situations unless she's incredibly stressed or in the midst of combat, where these mental exercises do nothing but stress her out because it suddenly isn't working. In a high-octane situation, she may forget she has her Valium and her anxiety attack comes on much faster than in any other setting. This stress and emotional instability may cause her to transform into her full werewolf form, where she has to wear an Incapacitator Collar to knock her out and force her transformation back so she doesn't become a danger to her partner or others. Because there is a chance that she can completely lose herself and become a sitting duck when knocked out, Sara and Noah will have to be paired with another Meister/Weapon pair to protect them.
  
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  Height: 5'01" (154.9 cm)
  
  Weight: 135 lbs (61.2 kg)
  
  Hair Style: Bangs, Framed Face, Straight, Shoulder to Upper Back Length
  
  Hair Colors: Greyish-blue on top, red on bottom
  
  Eye Color: Amber
  
  
  
  General Appearance:
  Lean and muscular, Sara has a mixture of jackets, pants, shirts, and shorts she'll wear. Atop her head, she has wolf ears and, coming from her tailbone on a normal human, is a wolf tail with greyish-blue fur and hair. As for her clothes, she commonly wears shorts with leggings or tights, a sweater, a jacket, and gloves. She also has a little over-the-shoulder satchel that is white with a black strap. Her jackets and shorts are white, and her sweaters and leggings/tights are usually black, with her gloves usually being red. She has a necklace in the shape of a heart given to her by her mother, and two earring loops in her left ear.
  
  When she transforms completely into her werewolf form, she is generally smaller than most werewolves, only being 5'08" (172.7 cm), weighing in at 145 lbs (65.8 kg), and greyish-blue fur covering her body with her skin becoming paler. Claws come forth from her fingertips in points and her legs become digitigrade in appearance like that of a wolf. Her face changes, becoming longer to form a snout and her teeth become razor sharp. Her eyes and hair color don't change.
  
  She does have another form where she doesn't have the sharp werewolf canines, the ears, or the tail. But other than that, no notable differences. She only transforms into this when she's unconscious or is asleep.
  
  F.A.T.E. Issued Items: She has a Magitech Watch on her right wrist, a dermal GPS implant in the skin of her right upper arm just in case she breaks the watch, a Magitech Communicator, a Survival Combat Knife around her right thigh, pills of both buspirone and valium in separate, tough bottles, and an Incapacitator Collar around her neck when on missions. She pretty much wears her collar as if it were a fashion statement, usually forgetting what it's actually there for unless pointed out.
  
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  Personality
  
  When people first see Sara, they see her as a social butterfly who seems easily excitable, bubbly, energetic, incredibly curious, and very emotional. She's incredibly sweet and caring, helping those who don't have friends by becoming their first friends. She's known to scope out Death City and DWMA to find the "loner kids" and give them someone who will actually care for them. She does it not only because she knows what it feels like to be lonely, but also because she finds them enigmas and is very curious about how and why they do things differently from her. That does end up becoming a detriment as her care starts to become stretched thin and so does her mental health, where she then becomes socially exhausted and really only needing very close friends or "Sara Time" for a pick-me-up. Then, she's back at it again mere moments later and seems to derive her energy from socializing and caring for others, worrying about them as if she were a very concerned relative.
  
  What people probably don't realize is that she's actually quite paranoid and anxious, always wondering if others are okay and if anybody hates her or if what she's doing is right. This is a long-term effect caused by the MIBVI virus she was subjected to when very young, making her way more paranoid than she should be. She compensates by being happy and positive, being a little ray of sunshine for those who need a bit of sunshine in their lives when she's got looming, dreadful clouds over her. Besides, if people are made to be happy and positive, they'll eventually make her happy and positive too as selfish as that sounds, giving her solid friendships or a social structure she can count on. Due to her life as a werewolf, her family instilled in her the importance of having a social structure of as many friends and acquaintances as possible. That way, if something were to ever happen, she has people to vouch for her and a large group of friends to help her when she needs it. Her family have the stereotypical wolf-like social structure, where having a large "pack" could be beneficial for her survival and for that of the reputation of her race. Plus, fighting with people you know lends to better cooperation than if you were to fight with strangers.
  
  While being a social butterfly has its advantages, it conflicts with her anxiety and her tendency to overthink, getting herself burnt out or emotionally exhausted easily when she has to deal with a stressful social situation. Her anxiety makes her doubt her own decisions, and that of how she should care for people. She is commonly known for being nosey and pushy with people, becoming aggressively caring and it may push some people away when she has good intentions. She is also accepting up to a certain point, usually finding those troubled souls to help and "fix" them, naively thinking she can really do anything about it to help by being their friend and being happy and optimistic for them. While she is excitable, especially with things she's interested in, she tends to forget things easily. In fact, her being an airhead is a common trait of her's when she isn't needing to use her full concentration (like combat), so she tends to forget about people's boundaries and the like, and academic teachings don't stick very easily. The only things that do seem to stick are when she learns about people, what they feel, and how to fight. Still, how people feel can oftentimes be forgotten mere moments later if excited, practically turning off her ability to be observant despite her uncanny ability to catch on quickly.
  
  Speaking of "catching on quickly", Sara has a horrid time of walking in on jokes, quickly becoming the butt of it. Some people thinks she does it on purpose, but she is just not that aware about jokes other than her own humor.
  
  Like her idol Black Star, she is incredibly stubborn, headstrong to the point of conflicting with cooperation. Her stubbornness conflicts with her doubtful anxiety, but while she may not fully think her ideas would be "the absolute best", she does think they are usually better than what anybody else has to say. Her ideas are usually unorthodox and quick "gut instinct" or "following the heart" strategies that may or may not actually hold any ground in logical awareness besides "this feels right". While she's good at winging it, she's not very good at deciding if the situation she's in should be one where she "wings it" or not. Well, the exception may be put about her partner's plans, which she usually uses last if she has a "better" idea unless she agrees. Her obstinate nature makes it difficult to work with others, no matter how well they get along outside of combat. Her gut instincts, while not always correct, she trusts more than someone else's judgment, using her paranoia against teamwork as she thinks they could be undermining her or using her in an unfavorable position. Sometimes, her own plan may put her in an unfavorable position and her team member's plan will keep her from that position, but she projects and is in denial that her gut instincts are ever wrong. This obstinate nature is also seen in social situations, but her caring nature prevents the brunt of it from making her completely unlikeable. Despite her stubbornness, she is very loyal to a fault, taking what people say at face value naively and making sure they are okay and they aren't left behind or left out. These loyalties with multiple friends may conflict, which puts her in a very stressful situation that she'll have to back out of to prevent going completely unstable until she can think it over.
  
  Because of her paranoia, she uses first impressions and knowledge of past people who act similarly to get a gauge of how people are and why they act the way they do. While she should be more paranoid if someone lies to her, she has reasons for lying as well, so she gives them the benefit of the doubt, doubting that they are actually doing it to hurt her despite her now being incredibly wary and distrusting of them for some kind. She can be a bit of a control freak when it comes to something about herself or something she has or a plan, making her very irritated if somebody else messes it up or suggests how to do it differently, which she perceives as "wrong". Her irritation fades quickly due to her emotional states constantly fluctuating. To prevent herself from feeling or expressing negative emotions, she forces herself to be happy, using this toxic happiness to lessen the anxiety of hurting others and setting an example of being a good role model. Her emotions and hormones can still get in the way, making her rather unreasonable and irrational, even when given the logic that proves her thoughts otherwise which is compounded by her stubbornness. She listens to it after her emotional problems though. Even when she's had her medication, which eases her anxiety and makes her more cautious and less neurotic, sudden changes in her emotions can make her emotionally unstable and she can become neurotic through this emotional gateway. In addition to using medication, she is incredibly proactive and is a go-getter to better lessen her paranoia and anxiety for future plans and events. While she is incredibly frazzled, she can make plans ahead of time. If she can remember.
  
  While her paranoia makes social situations and any decisions she has to make all the more difficult, it has its surprising upsides. While in combat, it makes her even more aggressive, making her incredibly brutal to increase her survival. She was dubbed "Brute Tooth" by her werewolf peers as she trained amongst them in different forms of fighting. While it's more difficult for her to train against someone as she doesn't want to hurt them as they could be a potential friend, she doesn't mind it so much when facing off an actual enemy or someone she heavily dislikes. In her social circle of werewolves, she was the most brutal when it came to the Werewolf Cage-Fighting, a style of fighting most used by street fighters in rings where there are barely any rules aside from keeping mutilation down to a minimum. While Sara kept mauling people's bodies to a minimum as coached, most people who fought against her were rather surprised with her brutality when up against friends, which caused her to become a bit more careful when sparring against anybody afterwards.
  
  To differentiate between sparring and an actual fight for survival, Sara goes into a different mindset where she becomes more violent that is fueled by her aggression and paranoia. She is concerned about her partners and will always help them out first, even forgoing her own plans to make sure they don't die or are okay. She even has a hard time using Noah as a shield despite his indestructibility in his weapon form, so she's had to work on her more limber and acrobatic feats. While she's an awesome person to work alongside with, always putting her partners before the mission, she's susceptible to bloodlust, becoming even more aggressive the more anyone bleeds (whether it's out of care and anger from her partners or out of aggression and excitation from her enemies). She may get in the way of other's plans to further use her own plans if she gets a foothold to use them, which is why she mainly works better as a follower despite her leader-like qualities in more social areas. Sadly, due to the MIBVI infection and her unstable werewolf transformation, she is more likely to go feral and may attack her own friends, her consciousness becoming suppressed when she's a full werewolf.
  
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  History
  
  In the year 2046 on August 22, Sara Middleton was born to a werewolf father and a Meister mother. Not only did she have her siblings and parents and distant relatives, but she also had those of her family's friends and acquaintances to welcome her into the world, whether they were human or werewolf. For the first four years of life, Sara's life was very enriched with attention and conversations, making her the social butterfly she is today. As she grew, she learned to trust people easily, taking everything they said at face value because not one felt the need to lie to her or withhold too much information. Honesty and integrity are two huge parts of her life, something she'll hold onto forever. While she was told to be careful of those who weren't as honest, she ended up meeting a girl who was a little older than her who lied to her at first. But as the two began to talk more (with Sara's limited speech at such a young age), Sara realized that people lie for a reason and it's to protect themselves most of the time. Sara forgave her easily, not wishing ill will on her for not holding what Sara held dear to her heart.
  
  While her social life at such a young age was blossoming, Sara's werewolf transformations began to surface. Well, at least the need to. However, as she was taking a vacation with her family before her scheduled transfer to DWMA to not only learn how to control her transformations and to transform at will, but to also learn how to control herself, she was infected with the Black Blood Virus via airborne infliction. In a bid to save her ailing mind, Sara was taken to Death City and quarantined from anyone and everyone, only being able to see her family, friends, and doctors through a see-through window pane. It felt so lonely, not being able to socialize or interact with her family and friends the same way. Soon, her family and friends who would come and see her couldn't see her anymore from the risk of infection, and they had to retreat to another quarantined area for further study due to her being a werewolf, away from all those who were infected. She felt utterly alone.
  
  She knew why they had to leave, but it still hurt. She was only four then. Still, all the hope she had for becoming an agent of the DWMA like Black Star, who she took a liking to his spunky personality and attitude, did not get sullied from this experience. She was, instead, emboldened. Wanting to be like Black Star in some form or another, she tried what she could to fight off the madness by herself. Obviously, she was too young, and so it didn't work. She was bedridden and losing herself to the paranoia of the doctors taking her blood and experimenting on her to find a cure, twisting it into something far more nefarious and losing trust within the medical system. She was starting to become fixated on being isolated, loving every second she had away from the doctors but hating it as well as she wanted to see her family and friends again. She hated that she was alone. Yet, loved it when she wasn't being poked and prodded and drained of her blood. Perhaps that was normal, but the only thing her mind could get from it all was how alone she was. In a last bid to protect herself, her body forcefully transformed. When she transformed, the only thing that changed was the addition of ears, a tail, and sharper teeth. Still, the regeneration activated, lessening the effects of the flu. Her forced transformation left her stunted. Her body wasn't ready yet to transform. In the future, she'll realize that she can't fully transform into a werewolf without being under immense emotional duress and stress, and even then she has no control over this form, blindly attacking anything and anyone around her in a panicked rage. She'll also realize that she can't transform back into her human base form, stuck in an in-between.
  
  Two years after she was infected with the virus and steadily creeping closer to her death bed, a prototype vaccine was made. She was saved from near-death, immediately finding appreciation for authority and somewhat imprinting on the doctors who saved her despite her anxieties with them. However, she was still sick with the MIBVI, unable to see her family again. However, she was less bedridden, being able to do what she loved to keep her sane until another couple years later, when she was eight, when the fully completed vaccine was made. Her fixation on isolation ended and she can be free. She was finally able to leave and see her friends and family. She didn't question why she didn't see any of her friends and family, as she knew the answer and didn't want to sully not only her happiness, but the happiness of those who were so rightly worried for her. However, the MIBVI had affected her, even after the vaccine. Her paranoia, while it has lessened to what it was before, has given her a clinical case of anxiety. Her form unable to change into looking like a human unless unconscious or into her full werewolf form unless under too much emotional duress. She doesn't fixate anymore, but the experiences she had going through the tests and blood draws had given her a fear of needles and science experiments on live subjects in general. She found that this anxiety would debilitate her, sometimes nearly reaching to full blown panic attacks where she nearly transforms into her werewolf form. To combat this, she ended up fighting against the anxiety and went to NOT classes at the age of eight. In doing so, she made more and more friends as she grew older and tried to find that one partner, who could help her. She was amazed that while she got along very well with those who were just as energetic as she was, she found that she couldn't pair her wavelength with theirs. It got to the point that her paranoia was telling her that they didn't like her, despite the evidence to support that wavelengths and souls that were too much alike would have a harder time resonating.
  
  She went through dozens of weapons, finding that the more introverted and shy people were, the easier it was to resonate with them. For the next six years, she will continue to find weapons who didn't fully resonate with her or were too similar or were just close enough but what she was looking for. She thought that maybe there was just something wrong with her and she just needed to find "that one" partner. She desperately wanted to get into EAT and show not only to others that werewolves can be reliable, but to also show she can become a Super Meister like Black Star. She trained in close quarters combat in DWMA, the Amazing Star Style in the Amazing Star Dojo she had a membership for, and in the fighting style of her werewolf family whenever she went home during this time before finally meeting Noah. However, she never brought up her transformation quirk with her father, finding herself too in the moment to train and becoming a Warrior Goddess or something similar to Black Star to worry about what her father had to say about her new condition and any worries he may have for her later. Meanwhile, she started getting better at Wavelength Amplification due to her Amazing Star Dojo training and finding more generic fighting styles to use for her needs and becoming much stronger and faster.
  
  During 2060 when Sara was fourteen, Sara had met Noah, who was minding his own business. He had no partner and she caught on quick that he was unlikeable on purpose. Nobody would be an asshole like that if there wasn't a reason. She's met people who tried to push people away for one reason or another. With her natural curiosity and socialite behavior, she began talking to Noah, who tried his best to ignore her. Any attempts he made into getting her to keep away from him was only met with her doubling down, insistent on becoming his friend. It got to the point where he gave up, unable to really keep her away from him anymore. As each day passed, he realized that, while she was annoying at first, she was genuinely caring. Her caring attitude surprised him, and the reason why she chose him and not anyone else surprised him even further. They had a heart-to-heart and Sara asked if Noah would like to try resonating with her. While Noah was skeptical of it working, he agreed and they both went into training.
  
  Sara's never had an easier time resonating with anyone else until Noah. Noah was just as surprised.
  
  The two had gone through multiple partners, with Sara thinking Noah was "that one" partner she's been wanting. After that first time resonating, they began training even more, finding the bojutsu style of fighting amazing and versatile for Sara's needs and for Noah's form. It was like a cloud of euphoria hung around them and they just seemed to be getting better. They even succeeded with the 10-minute running and fighting test in that same year, with Sara reaching to the top first and having to fight on her own while Noah lagged behind. They managed to get into EAT and becoming One-Stars, a step closer to their dreams. While Noah excelled at the academics and Sara lagged behind, they both were able to help each other until their first mission. The excitement however, would wear off.
  
  On their first mission in 2061, when Sara was fifteen, the two ended up hitting a snag. They had their first in-combat argument. The target vanished before they could finish it off and they grew a dislike of each other. Noah was tired of Sara's insistence that nothing was wrong and tried to see it as optimistically as she could, going so far as to be in denial of anything wrong happening, while Sara was tired of Noah bossing her around. Noah was also tired of her not listening to him and his direction when she's obviously struggling, while Sara was tired of Noah's asshole behaviors. The second mission didn't have as much quarrelling, but they still lost the rhythm and the target vanished. Their third and fourth missions would end the same, and the two would start resenting each other.
  
  By the fifth mission, their resentment came to a head where they had a full-on argument. Sara blamed him for hating her because of his dislike of her using her authority over him as a Meister, failing to realize that it was both a give-and-take relationship as a Meister/Weapon duo. Noah blamed her for being so paranoid that she can't even trust his judgment. They had several Meister/Weapon duos helping them against the enemy, but they left themselves open to attack and their partners were unable to save them in time. The enemy was closing in and Sara, realizing almost too late that their bickering caused the enemy to get too close for comfort, threw Noah aside and took the hit herself, forgetting that Noah was indestructible. The act of selflessness caught Noah off guard, and the pain, the smell of blood, the fear of impending death, and being hurt by their argument caused Sara to lose it. She fully transformed, killing their target before going after Noah and their partners. She severely hurt her partners and then went after Noah. She nearly hurt him before being shocked by Noah's partial transformation and the exhaustion from the fight and their argument knocked her out, forcing her into her human form. Not wanting to leave her behind as she did try saving him, Noah picked her up and took her back to DWMA.
  
  As Sara woke up in the hospital wing, she realized that she hurt her friends and nearly hurt Noah. It nearly destroyed her, but Noah was there. Sara realized she wouldn't be able to be in EAT anymore due to her outburst that was a liability, and they were likely suspended for some time. The two realized that, while they were an amazing duo, they had personal problems they need to work through first before they can come back together again. It's likely they wouldn't find anyone else who were just as compatible with each other unless there was a miracle, so Sara made a promise that, when she was better, she'll come back for him and they can become a Tier 3 Meister/Weapon duo, maybe even becoming as great as Black Star someday. Noah has kept her up on that promise, and made his own promise that he'll work on himself before they see each other again, knowing that their dynamic can work out in the field.
  
  Since the start of their education in EAT, they only stayed for six months before they had to sign up for the basic curriculum. While Sara and Noah would meet up with each other, they grew steadily apart, more focused on themselves and making sure they didn't already destroy their relationship with each other. Sara began training more religiously, finding that it helped her anxiety as she took in more training in not just what she was already training in, but also in other kinds of weapon-based combat and her soul wavelength to better fit a wider range of loner types just in case Noah doesn't end up working.
  
  At the age of eighteen during 2064, Sara graduated the standard DWMA academic curriculum, but she still wanted to get back into EAT and further trained herself, even after she left DWMA. She figured out how to use her paranoia to better her brutality in combat and taking up the Werewolf Cage Fighting when she went back home for a bit. She was a natural in that style, and she'll sometimes swap these styles in the midst of combat to confuse the flow of battle and gain the upper hand. While she was home, she finally had the talk with her father about her stunted transformation and her feral side. She realized how odd it was, but still took it with grace, wanting to make the best of her stunted state despite it being detrimental. During this time, she also began doing meditation lessons, hoping to clear her mind enough. For, yet another test, she went to DWMA to assess how feral she became and, after some tests in emotionally harrowing scenarios to get herself to transform, they came to realize how unstable she was. They seemed to have an idea for her future reintegration as an agent for the DMWA, but she was sent home afterwards.
  
  A year later, she was reunited with Noah, who seemed to be a bit more at peace despite still having his issues. She easily forgave him, dissuading any worries he may have had as the two realized what made the two like each other so much despite how different they were.
  
  For the next two years, the two began working on themselves as they trained alongside one another, finding their groove again and their rhythm. During this time, Sara heard about the FATE program and joined quickly, wanting to become a DWMA agent, especially after realizing they had other programs within the program that aided in mental health recovery. After signing up, Sara became a Type D Fate Agent. She's just waiting patiently for when she's able to go on her next mission, all the while training and making more friends as she does so.
  
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  Soul
  
  
  Sara's soul is green with little wolf ears atop and the hitodama being the shape of her tail. Her energetic and anxious nature makes her soul jittery and all over the place, making her difficult to pair well with others who are also just as jittery and excitable, even if they do make wonderful friends.
  
  
  
  Werewolf Traits
  
  
  Regeneration - Sara is capable of regenerating minor wounds - like scrapes and cuts - quickly and larger wounds faster than normal. However, her regeneration isn't like that of the Immortal Clan's, as she doesn't regenerate as quickly as them and a large gash still takes days to heal.
  
  Heightened Senses - Due to her clan's unique trait, Sara has heightened sight, hearing, smell, and taste. She can see further away and can see better in the dark (but only in grayscale), can pinpoint sounds from further away and within layers of sound given nothing drowns the quieter sounds out (though this is more difficult to do), and her olfactory senses allow her to smell the unique scent of others and any emotions they may be experiencing. She can identify people by their scent most times. Because she can smell better, her taste is also better, but she won't be able to tell the difference between a home-made meal or a chef-made meal. In her base human form, Sara doesn't have such good senses, but her sense of smell and hearing are above average.
  
  Transformation - Sara has three transformations instead of two, with two out of the three needing special circumstances to occur. The first is the base human form which she can only transform into when unconscious or asleep, while the third is the full werewolf form, which she cannot transform into at will. Her full werewolf form can only be achieved via extreme emotional duress, wherein she becomes feral. The second form is her default form, where she just has the tail, ears, fangs, and the other attributes of a werewolf form, but lessened. Her full werewolf form suppresses her consciousness. While she can see and feel what is going on, it is like watching what someone else is doing in first person, having no control over herself. Faces are muddled and it's harder to discern who they are unless she detected them by scent. Even then, trying to have the willpower to stop herself, even if she does know who that person is, will be considerably more difficult. She can make herself hesitate, but that's about it.
  
  Body Amplification - Sara has a minimal boost to her body's abilities in both speed, agility, strength, durability, and stamina when in her default form. Sara in her full werewolf form is much stronger and faster, allowing her to ambush and surprise her foes with speed and power.
  
  
  
  Fighting Style
  
  
  Style of Fighting
  Sara has two styles of fighting she switches between due to her focuses shifting. Her shifting focus gives her better odds of survival by confusing her opponent. In general, she's a highly instinctual fighter with a less "structured" fighting style such as with martial arts and subsequently is more unpredictable, going with the flow of her body or guidance of Noah (when she's not within her bloodlust).
  
  Focus One: She has quick and precise attacks which use her observant nature, concentration, and mostly her partner's logical planning. Her heightened senses and instincts aid her in her combat awareness, allowing her to make quick movements and avoid most damage by rolling her body with the attacks. Her bojutsu and close combat training usually falls under this focus, but the other two kinds of training can overlap when needed (like having an excellent control of her wavelength control and being able to use Soul Force). What she mainly focuses on is attacking the vital portions of an opponent, trying to debilitate and incapacitate her opponents quickly and efficiently before gaining a kill (if needed). Her debilitation usually involves precise strikes that damage key weaknesses of an opponent, quick, flicking movements that maximize energy consumption and her speed to overwhelm her opponents with concentrated attacks (though they can be predicted and she can lose the edge of her battle if they are fast enough). Otherwise, she can grapple for others to get an easier shot and using her agility and acrobatics to taunt and dodge her opponent's attacks or protecting her allies.​
  Focus Two: She has a more brutal way of fighting, which focuses more on her aggression as this state easily occurs when she's entering into bloodlust and/or when she's angry. She overwhelms her opponents with her strength and her ability to shrug off pain and regenerate, hitting the opponent with reckless attacks. This requires more concentration if she doesn't want to get hit, so she usually forgoes this concentration of her opponent and instead opts instead to focus on her surroundings and her partners, not really caring what her opponent is currently doing as it wouldn't exactly matter. This shift focuses more on overwhelming her opponent with unorthodox ways of fighting mixed with her raw strength, recklessness, and frantic bloodlust so much that they can't get a hit in. However, while it is harder for the opponent to get a hit in (landing a hit would be kind of easy though), other people who she's partnered with won't be able to land an easy hit on their opponent either and may accidentally hit Sara. Plans and cooperation go out the window as she focuses mostly on gut instincts. The most Noah can really do is given an observation and let her handle the rest. Her Werewolf Cage Fighting and Amazing Star Style (minus the levels of wavelength control to use Soul Force) tend to be mostly used here, but the others can overlap when needed. However, she's sloppier when like this and she could potentially hurt someone or get in their way, becoming a liability.​
  
  Formal Training
  Close Quarters Combat - The mashup of styles was the first kind of martial arts training Sara started learning. Because of this, she is very able in most aspects of CQC. The style she's most weakest in is grapple with her arms (her legs are far better), and countering during her bloodlust. Otherwise, she knows how to flow the kinetic energy from one point of her body to the next, landing very effective blows. She also knows that "it's all in the wrist" holds true as a concept in fighting. Since this is very much a style of "what feels right", she very much found this style suitable. However, despite taking that sentiment to this fighting style, there are still some mechanics she hasn't quite grasped just yet that her partner politely fills in with commentary on what to do better. Despite how much it annoys her at times.
  
  Bojutsu - After picking Noah as her partner, Sara began learning the art of bojutsu, the fighting style of the bo staff. She had a tutor in DWMA teach her this specific style, so she may better understand how to use Noah as her partner. She's noticed that after this style of training, she's more at peace while in combat. Which doesn't exactly last long, but it's a start to the right direction from her and when she started picking up Amazing Star Style later.
  
  Amazing Star Style - Because the Amazing Star Style is less of a fighting style and more of a style of training of both soul and body, Sara learned how to amplify her wavelength easier through this style than she ever could with anything else. Along with learning how to train in both soul and body, she learned a gambit of other styles of fighting with many other weapons, however some of this training hasn't been turned into muscle memory just yet. Because of this style, she knows the fundamentals of Soul Force, but she hasn't been able to use it just yet as she's still training that.
  
  Werewolf Cage Fighting - When she came back from DWMA, she went back to her werewolf clan and took up fighting in coached fighting rings for the thrill and to better understand the more "street way" of fighting. This sport is a glorified bloodsport, but it is regulated. Still, it is incredibly brutal, focusing more on detaining your opponent by tiring them out and dealing near-lethal damage to them. Cage fighting, while brutal, allowed the werewolves to release all the pent-up frustration from their bloodlust, allowing them to get it "out of their system" and become better functioning members of society. Sara first thought it was terrifying, but after seeing the blood, she realized as to why. It was almost a natural form of fighting for werewolves, so she trained in it, better utilizing her bloodlust during combat without sacrificing her intellect. However, she is way more impulsive fighting this way, doing whatever she "feels" is right, which means any plans or ways of doing better in a fight are thrown out the window.
  
  Pertinent Skills
  Combat Awareness - Because of the years she spent fighting, Sara has grown an awareness of combat, having an understanding of the flow of battle, environmental awareness, and being aware of who's who and where they are in relation to her. This awareness seems to lessen some while she's delving into her bloodlust, but she doesn't completely use it, she just gets more reckless.
  
  Athletic and Acrobatic Body - From all her years training, Sara is strong, fast, flexible, and dexterous. She's able to acrobatically dodge attacks, utilizing leaps and spins and using her partner's Weapon form as a pole so she can spin. She is able to lift and support her own body weight, but also be much stronger than the average human due to her werewolf genes, giving her enough strength to hit hard enough to break dense bone. She also has amazing stamina, able to run for long periods of time, or sprint for a quarter of that time. She tends to run on all fours if she needs to run for long periods of time and in more wild terrain like a forest, as it's far faster. While she isn't all that durable, she can shrug off some amount of pain as she's more focused on making sure her partners are okay.
  
  
  
  Wavelength Techniques
  
  
  Ocular Soul Perception - Sara can perceive souls with her eyes, but only within a 15 foot radius. She isn't as strong with this perception, finding it more difficult to determine wavelengths and personalities unlike her ability to smell souls.
  
  Olfactory Soul Perception - Sara's perception of souls manifested rather peculiarly. She can smell souls in her middle form, her base form having this ability as well but it's not as strong. She can track souls like how one would track scent, following the trail a soul makes or seeing who has infected or resonated with by smelling their residual soul's wavelengths. She can also smell Madness. Each soul has its own scent and each race has its own spectrum of scent that Sara is both curious by and a little daunted by the task of remembering them all. However, she can say that witches and mages smell like stereotypical witch and mage stuff, especially that of books. She can also smell magic and smell through soul suppression and Soul Protect if she's got the scent of the person beforehand due to her clan's heightened senses (or whatever the GM demands in the moment).
  
  Wavelength Amplification - Sara learned how to use this technique as she was learning how to use Amazing Star Style. While she can't amplify her speed or durability just yet, she is able to amplify her strength in her body, especially that of her legs, allowing her to jump further and farther and deal kicks strong enough to smash a small crater in concrete.
  
  Soul Force - Sara's able to excite her soul and put the wavelength into her hands, damaging her opponent's wavelength flow and causing low levels of rejection.
  
  
  
  Resonance Techniques
  
  
  Basic Resonance - Upon resonance training with many kinds of weapons before settling with Noah, Sara has a grasp and can utilize Basic Resonance. Attempts at doing anymore than just Basic Resonance make her too tired to do so however, so the most she can do is wield her weapon with no issue and form a telepathic link between her and her partner.
  
  
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  Is it possible to be friends with everyone? No? Well, challenge accepted! Sara Middleton

  
  
  
  -Faceclaim is Texas from Arknights
  -Rhea is from Rhea Silvia, a vestal virgin who was the mother of Romulus and Remus.
  -Sara loves playing video games, but specifically games where she's able to collect everything and be in control of her own little world. Slice-of-life is a little boring for her, but she'll play them to pass the time. Playing strategy games just confuses her.
  -Sara likes to listen to EDM, pop, rock, metal, country, and jazz.
  -Sara is right-handed, but she can work with both hands (though, a little more difficult).
  -Sara is an average singer, her singing range is between alto and soprano. However, she's not that great at playing any kind of instrument. Well, maybe besides percussions like drums. She's never tried.
  -Fears are needles and experiments on live subjects.
  -Theme song is High Hopes by Panic! At the Disco.
  
  
  

 

[Merciless Medic]

Noah David Wiley

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• Identifying Information
• Appearance
• Personality
• History
• Soul, Combat and Traits
• Trivia

• 
  
  F.A.T.E. ID
  

  
  

  
  
  Legal Name
  Noah David Wiley
  
  Stage Name
  Electro-Stick
  
  Sex
  M
  
  D.O.B.
  October 16, 2044
  
  Blood Type
  A-
  
  Species
  Human
  
  Rank
  Type A Fate Agent - Weapon
  
  Name: Noah David Wiley
  
  Stage Name: Electro-Stick
  
  Nickname/Alias: The "Why?" Man / The Lightning Staff / Zeus' Bolt / Zappy Smacky
  
  Date of Birth: October 16, 2044 (Libra)
  
  Location of Birth: Portland, OR
  
  Age: 23
  
  Gender: Male
  
  Sexuality: Biromantic (male-leaning) Demisexual
  
  Species: Human
  
  Ethnicity: American/Japanese
  
  Traits: Weapon
  
  Partner: Thaddeus Thales (Sir Les Paul), Arkayis (Peckinou)
  
  F.A.T.E. Status: A Type A Fate Agent, Noah has behavioral issues, finding it difficult to do anything when told to do so when it conflicts with what he wants to do at the moment when he's not being dragged into doing it by someone else. He also has an issue controlling his emotions when they do surface. He wanted to help out his partner, but after talking with someone at the facility, he realized that he should probably join the FATE program if he wanted to be an even bigger asset (which he was practically dragged into filling out the documents by Sara anyway).
  
  While he really doesn't need any medication, he has therapy sessions at least once a week or talks to someone about his trauma and his emotions that he constantly suppresses, and he needs a reminder to have some "Noah Time". During this time where he locks himself in his room and becomes primal incarnate of throat-tearing screams and smashing objects, he can become very volatile and irrationally upset for a short time when interrupted before he goes back to being his normal, stoic self. Other times, he uses music to help him sort through his emotions for him. Because his partner may become unstable and therefore would be incapacitated in a mission, they have to work with another Meister/Weapon pair to protect them if that ever happens.
  
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  Height: 5'05" (169.1 cm)
  
  Weight: 140 lbs (63.5 kg)
  
  Hair Style: Unkempt, Short
  
  Hair Color: Dark brown
  
  Eye Color: Emerald green
  
  
  
  General Appearance: Noah usually dresses pretty nice, but even his nice clothes are worn very casually. He finds that people don't write him off if he's got a hoodie and jeans, even though those are really simple and he would prefer to wear those. He usually has on a black jacket with a white dress shirt, and black slacks with black dressing shoes. Underneath it, he has his pajamas, as he was too lazy to not take those off. They usually consist of a green t-shirt and sweats. His black jacket has golden buttons that are never buttoned together unless he wants to make himself look more presentable for whatever reason. He sometimes has black earbuds in that is connected via a wire to his Magitech SmartPhone.
  
  F.A.T.E. Issued Items: He has a Magitech Watch on his left wrist, Magitech Communicator, and a Survival Combat Knife around his left wrist. He doesn't take his phone with him unless noted otherwise.
  
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  Personality
  
  When other people see Noah, they usually view him as a loner, a wallflower, someone they would easily forget unless they spoke to him. He's not exactly approachable, as there's nothing really screaming "come and talk to me" from him. When other people interact with Noah however, they can easily remember him as he isn't exactly the most amicable person to talk to. He seems to not have any sympathy for anyone, and it's obvious he doesn't care for just about anything. Those who don't know him well would think he's 100% a nihilist, and an asshole whose got a quick tongue and a nasty mouth, especially to those who try to put their authority over him and even more so if they are of an authority in DWMA. He doesn't show much emotion, his face stoic like a statue and looking perpetually bored or he just woke up. Because of his lack of enthusiasm, people think he's got no joy in his heart and that he truly doesn't care about anything at all.
  
  That's definitely not Noah, though. He has made this uncaring facade because he doesn't want to get himself attached to anyone and end up losing them. For this reason, he looks up to Professor Davis and seems to be the only person he'd truly look up to, even if it is in secret. Noah does have things he enjoys, he just doesn't show excitement or enthusiasm the same way people do. If he does something more than once and it's not out of necessity, odds are he enjoys it. Another secret is that he is actually selfless, but given that he doesn't want people to get attached to him (or too many, at least) he prefers to help people indirectly or when they don't know who did it. He is definitely a Secret Santa kind of person. Otherwise, he's rather selfish, doing things for himself whether it conflicts with others around him or makes him out to be unlikeable. Even more so when he pulls pranks or jokes around with complete strangers, giving them an awful taste in their mouth about him in general. His humor is usually rather dry and blunt, no matter how good his timing is. He works on shock value, which is great because more people will leave him alone, never failing to sound like an asshole.
  
  It's safe to say that he can have friends, but they never usually last. When he met Sara, that was a different story. She was so persistent that no matter what he did, he couldn't shake her or get rid of her. She knew something was bothering him and he soon found himself confiding in her despite his dislike of talking about himself.
  
  
  Noah is a traumatized person, his personality before his trauma being a very caring, selfless, helpful kid. He was full of joy and cared about people's well-being. He was likeable then, was funnier then, was very energetic and expressive, but also very naive and innocent to the problems in the world. Despite living in a rather gross city for Oregon, Noah wasn't knowledgeable on why people do things the way they do and his family was pretty rich. He had everything he could hope for besides having a better community to make friends in. When the MIBVI virus hit, he was forced into quarantine as his family quickly became infected. After watching their decline and, no matter what he did or saw in the situation, he'll never see them again. He became very distant, almost depressed. He just lost the will to be emotional or to express anything, he lost the will to care about others, he lost the care to do anymore than the bare necessities. He grew a small nihilist viewpoint of the world, not caring about what he did or what others did because it wouldn't really matter in the end. A smile is a feat for him now.
  
  Because he lost the will to be emotional at a young age, his emotional maturity has stunted and so has his growth in controlling his emotions. When he cannot suppress his emotions anymore due to bottling it all up for too long, he blows up, becomes irrational, and becomes severely confused as he tries to get a handle of his emotions and his impulsive reactions. He's normally very logical and practical, finding the sudden need to impulsively act out of irrationally feeling emotions a waking nightmare. He also stopped being energetic from this trauma, thinking that being energetic was just a waste of energy and time when it can be well spent doing something else. He's also a pessimist, using up a good portion of his hope during the decline of his family and friends.
  
  Not all is lost in his ability to see the good in a thing or a person, but it's not his natural state to think that way. Just because he has this nihilist viewpoint of the world doesn't mean he's always going to default to it either, however. If he sees a friend who is hurt or needs comfort or he sees that he should do something as it would benefit him later, he makes an effort to put care into his actions while trying to hide what he's doing. He's aloof about it when caught, brushing off 'thanks' or gifts of appreciation despite how much it does mean to him. While he can worry, it is more difficult now to hear him worry about anything as his care about anything else that doesn't directly or indirectly affect him in the long run has been suppressed if not outright vanished.
  
  His lack of energy has caused him to seem lazy, only seemingly doing something out of necessity or that piques his interest. He has to be dragged into doing something he normally wouldn't do, making it very common to see him being dragged by a particular werewolf girl throughout Death City. Because of this, he's rather passive, doing the bare minimum he has to do unless it's going to really help him later. Noah's anti-proactive nature doesn't conflict with his need to take care of himself or his hobbies and interests, given that he doesn't want to end up lowering his health or his mental state.
  
  Feeling helpless and confused are the two worst feelings for him and he'd do just about anything to avoid that in the future. Despite his rather passive and lazy attitude and his uncaring nature for anything, he is incredibly observant and can think very quickly on his feet. His observing nature lends him to be the passive watcher of sorts, always watching people and how they are and what they're going through so as to find those he should be cautious around if he is inevitably dragged into a social situation. This also makes him come off as creepy.
  
  Noah has a complicated viewpoint of the DWMA and its authorities. While Noah is glad these people did what they could to help and managed to find a way to get rid of the virus, he's also quite upset that they didn't do anything about his family's/friend's deaths. He tends to ignore what authority figures in DWMA say unless parroted by his partner, doing so out of spite despite knowing how illogical it is. He's still very irritated and he hasn't gone past the second stage of the grieving process just yet, getting irrationally upset and angry when it's brought up. Because of his trauma, bringing up his petty attitude towards DWMA authority, the virus in any other manner that isn't talking about your own losses, and making jokes about his family and friends make him irrationally angry. He isn't against punching someone for their words or siccing his partner on them.
  
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  History
  
  (Some of Sara's history and Noah's history are word for word. I'll italicize them so you don't have to reread everything)
  
  In the year 2044 on October 16, Noah was born from a Weapon father and a civilian mother in Portland, OR. While his life was filled with the culture of his mother's Japanese descent and his friends and family, he didn't see his father much. Not that it mattered, but Noah was rather needy for attention and was a socialite as he grew older, caring for those around him because he felt bad anytime anyone was upset or needed comfort. As he grew, he learned that people tended to keep to themselves and that was okay. He didn't know why, and he was guarded from the goings-on of what his father was doing and the world around him. He had almost everything he wanted, everything was given to him on a silver platter. He became rather spoiled, but he didn't care. He got his family and their friends and those friends' children who became his first friends around his age.
  
  Then, the MIBVI virus struck.
  
  In 2048, as Portland was quickly being swept with the virus because his father (among others) contracted it and came back with it. Noah's father began to fixate on his family's health to an almost aggressive, unhealthy degree. Thankfully, their advanced warning system for this kind of thing helped take Noah and his unaffected family members, including his mother, away from their home and into a quarantining facility in Portland. However, there was a break-in as his father found his way in. Not finding any better way, Noah said goodbye to his mother, who tried to quell her husband's Madness with a Healing Wavelength, yet it didn't work. Noah would never know what became of the two, as he was transferred to DWMA for further quarantining, keeping him from being infected with the virus.
  
  He sometimes wish he was infected by it and died. The pain of not knowing where his family or friends were and never being able to see them again, as well as having the last moments he had of them, never settled well. To this day, he's never gotten over it.
  
  In 2055, he was given the vaccine to protect against the Black Blood Virus if it ever cropped up again. While he was glad that DWMA aided in quarantining and finding the vaccine, his eleven-year-old brain still held them accountable for the supposed deaths of his family and friends. If they had better control of his father, they wouldn't have to worry about the MIBVI spreading to his part of the city (that wasn't logical). If they hadn't taken so long (which was something he found out later), then they would have figured it out sooner and saved his family and friends, as well. He was ungodly irritated with DWMA. For those who suffered losing others from the virus, he sympathized. However, he couldn't trust those in DWMA's authority anymore, or authority of any kind. The doctors who held that independent quarantining facility didn't have the failsafes to protect themselves from his father breaking in.
  
  In that same year, he was let out of quarantine and was able to attend NOT classes in DWMA at the age of eight, learning about Soul Studies and how to transform. While he disliked authority, he wanted to give aid to people who couldn't protect themselves, knowing what that hopelessness felt like and not knowing what to do was painful in and of its own, not even including the trauma of the situation that it brings. He began going through Meisters, and noticed that the more extroverted and sweet they were, the easier it was to resonate with them. For eight years until 2060, he went through dozens of partners until he finally met Sara.
  
  He made a plan to see if Sara was the kind of extroverted, bubbly Meister he heard of. It was inevitable of her finding him eventually, as she was known as the "anti-loner girl" by his peers. He was told she'd be a good match for him, probably in jest by some stranger who barely knew him, but he doubted that. He was doing this to prove to people she wasn't a good match and to prove to himself that he wouldn't have liked her. However, she began pestering him. He kind of liked it, but not as much as she maybe thought it would. Yet, she was so innocent and so sweet about it, he was having a much harder time wanting to shake her off. Finally, it all culminated one day after weeks of being pestered to finally be her "friend". As he continued to spend time with her (or more like being pounced on by Sara whenever she saw him), he realized that, while she was annoying at first, she was genuinely caring and had bits of him he had as a child. Her caring attitude surprised him, and the reason why she chose him and not anyone else surprised him even further. They had a heart-to-heart and Sara asked if Noah would like to try resonating with her. While Noah was skeptical of it working, he agreed and they both went into training.
  
  Noah never had an easier time resonating with anyone else until Sara. Sara was just as surprised.
  
  The two had gone through multiple partners, with Noah begrudgingly realizing that Sara was the right partner for him after all. After that first time resonating, they began training even more, finding the bojutsu style of fighting amazing and versatile for Sara's needs and for Noah's form. It was like a cloud of euphoria hung around them and they just seemed to be getting better. They even succeeded with the 10-minute test in that same year, with Sara reaching to the top first and having to fight on her own while Noah lagged behind. They managed to get into EAT and becoming One-Stars, a step closer to their dreams. While Noah excelled at the academics and Sara lagged behind, they both were able to help each other until their first mission. The excitement however, would wear off.
  
  On their first mission in 2061, when Noah was seventeen, the two ended up hitting a snag. They had their first in-combat argument. The target vanished before they could finish it off and they grew a dislike of each other. Noah was tired of Sara's insistence that nothing was wrong and tried to see it as optimistically as she could, going so far as to be in denial of anything wrong happening, while Sara was tired of Noah bossing her around. Noah was also tired of her not listening to him and his direction when she's obviously struggling, while Sara was tired of Noah's asshole behaviors. The second mission didn't have as much quarrelling, but they still lost the rhythm and the target vanished. Their third and fourth missions would end the same, and the two would start resenting each other.
  
  By the fifth mission, their resentment came to a head where they had a full-on argument, completely forgetting about their objective. Sara blamed him for hating her because of his dislike of her using her authority over him as a Meister, failing to realize that it was both a give-and-take relationship as a Meister/Weapon duo. Noah blamed her for being so paranoid that she can't even trust his judgment. They had several Meister/Weapon duos helping them against the enemy, but they left themselves open to attack and their partners were unable to save them in time. The enemy was closing in and Sara, realizing almost too late that their bickering caused the enemy to get too close for comfort, threw Noah aside and took the hit herself, forgetting that Noah was indestructible. The act of selflessness caught Noah off guard, and he watched as Sara transformed, killed their target brutally, and then turned her sights on him after attacking and scaring off or incapacitating her allies. She nearly hurt him before being shocked by Noah's partial transformation and the exhaustion from the fight and their argument knocked her out. Noah was terrified, feeling that hopelessness and confusion again, but it was his fault this time. His fault that he wasn't as agreeable, her fault for being too bossy. Not wanting to leave her behind as she did try saving him and her transformation wasn't her fault, Noah picked her up and took her back to DWMA.
  
  As Noah waited for Sara to wake up, he realized that Sara won't be able to continue in EAT due to her behavior in the mission and would most likely get them suspended. The two realized that, while they were an amazing duo, they had personal problems they need to work through first before they can come back together again. It's likely they wouldn't find anyone else who were just as compatible with each other unless there was a miracle, so Sara made a promise that, when she was better, she'll come back for him and they can become a Three-Star Meister/Weapon duo, maybe even becoming as great as Black Star and Tsubaki someday. Noah has kept her up on that promise, and made his own promise that he'll work on himself before they see each other again, knowing that their dynamic can work out in the field.
  
  Since the start of their education in EAT, they only stayed for six months before they had to sign up for the basic curriculum. While Sara and Noah would meet up with each other, they grew steadily apart, more focused on themselves and making sure they didn't already destroy their relationship with each other. Noah began doing more Soul Studies and practices with his soul wavelength, training to have a wider range of people he can resonate with who were just as extroverted and bubbly as Sara. He also started taking self defense classes to protect himself from Sara if she ever did end up trying to kill him again.
  
  At the age of eighteen during 2062, Noah graduated the basic DMWA curriculum, but he still wanted to get back into EAT. In doing so, he took a break from everything in order to find himself and train, even after he left DWMA. Noah began to work on his behavior, trying to make himself more agreeable and less argumentative. While he didn't have a therapist, his self-therapy did end up getting improvements, but it wasn't like the kinds of improvements if he were taught and coached by an actual therapist. He even took self defense training, learning how to utilize his weapon shifting a different way by being able to partially shift his body, but he wholly sucked at it and hasn't made any progress in getting better. A year later, he is reunited with Sara, who seemed to be doing way better than even he was. She easily forgave him, surprising Noah and easing his worries as he thought she wouldn't want to be his Meister anymore and he'd have to go on a long hunt for another Meister or never reach his dream. The two realized what made the two like each other so much despite how different they were.
  
  For the next two years, the two began working on themselves as they trained alongside one another, finding their groove again and their rhythm. During this time, Sara heard about the FATE program and joined quickly, wanting to become a DWMA agent, especially after realizing they had other programs within the program that aided in mental health recovery. She practically dragged Noah into joining and got him into a conversation with one of the officials there and practically goading him to sign up. After signing up, Noah became a Type A Fate Agent. He's just waiting patiently for when he's able to go on his next mission, all the while training and just trying to keep up with his partner.
  
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  Soul
  
  Noah's soul is a regular human soul, blue with a regular hitodama. When viewed via Soul Perception, his soul's eyes are half-lidded out of boredom or tiredness. His soul's movement is quite slow. His wavelength is a Healing Wavelength, calming others when he's resonating with them and keeping any accrued Madness at bay.
  
  
  
  Weapon Form
  
  His weapon form is a five-foot long staff, having the appearance of red chestnut wood with golden metal grafted a few inches from each end until a certain point, the entire staff except for the ends being covered in black markings. He actually is completely made of some kind of nonconductive metal, having some nice weight in this form enough to help train strength, stability, and to really put the weight behind the attack. He can also transform an arm to a portion of his staff form, and he can generate electricity from his section. However, it's incredibly stiff and it's kind of painful. It's something he prefers not to have to do unless it's necessary.
  
  
  
  
  
  Fighting Style
  
  
  Formal Training
  
  Art of Self Defense - Due to a scare from having to fight off his partner in her werewolf form, Noah has taken it upon himself to learn how to at least defend himself so he doesn't become werewolf chow. He primarily does mainly blocking, redirection, grappling, and the likes, but he isn't that strong nor is he that agile enough to make all of this truly work. The most he can do is deter the enemy long enough for him to be saved. He has utilized partial weapon transformation to have the staff portions come out of his wrist and come downwards from his arm, effectively becoming a pair of attached tonfa. However, because of his bookish personality and his laziness, he has taken to knowing the mechanics of how the body moves and what to look out for, not exactly how to incorporate it into his movements. So he doesn't actually know how to fight well.
  
  Pertinent Skills
  Observant - Noah stays ever observant. Watching people fight has given him an understanding of how people move and what, logically, they would do next.
  
  Logical - Noah's logical mind allows him to make far better, and sometimes easier, plans than his partner. Whether anyone will listen to him is the question.
  
  Quick Thinking - Noah's mind is quick, allowing him to work on his feet without really needing to plan, his improvisation amazing.
  
  
  
  Unique Traits
  
  Internal Electrical Generation - Noah can generate electricity only in his Weapon form or Partial Weapon form, allowing him to stun and electrocute his enemy. He had training done to match his partner's wavelength whenever he generates electricity so as to give his Meister high resistance to near immunity from his own electrocuting attacks. However, it can still backfire, and he can't control the lightning arcing off his body. He could fire off lightning from his staff, but where it goes is dependent on minerals and metals nearby. Otherwise, it's random and it may come right back around and shock his Meister.
  
  
  
  Resonance Techniques
  
  Basic Resonance - Upon resonance training with many kinds of Meisters before settling with Sara, Noah has a grasp and can utilize Basic Resonance. Attempts at doing anymore than just Basic Resonance made Noah realize he needed to train his soul more, so the most he can do is be wielded with no issue and form a telepathic link between him and him partner.
  
  
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  Why? Why are ya botherin' me? I don't care if ya wanna hang out, lemmee listen to my music in peace. Noah Wiley

  
  
  
  -Faceclaim is Houtarou Oreki from Hyouka
  -His hobbies include learning strategies, reading books, playing jrpgs and strategy games, and learning how to fight and train.
  -While he doesn't mind the rich lifestyle, he has a disdain for people who are in it due to the high likelihood of them not having or forgetting what it was like to be minimalistic and poor.
  -Noah is left-handed.
  -Noah prefers rap and alternative rock, especially if they have lyrics about being a monster, being alone, depression, the works. He says he hates pop music, but he actually likes singing them in the shower.
  -Noah thinks he's a horrible singer, but his voice can reach up to tenor and is really sweet sounding despite his natural speaking voice being baritone. He's also got a natural proclivity with the piano, clarinet, and the viola, but he's while he's practiced in them he doesn't want to play an instrument. Reminds him too much of his mother.
  -Theme song is Walked A Mile by Jonathan Young and Caleb Hyles
  
  
  
  

 

[Sir Les Paul]

Thaddeus Thales​

Meister​

GENERAL INFORMATION​

FULL NAME

AGE

GENDER

RACE

Thaddeus Damini Thales

20

Male

Human

NICKNAME/ALIAS

DATE OF BIRTH

SEXUALITY

ETHNICITY

Gauss

May 4th, 2046

Heterosexual

Indian / Greek

SOUL TYPE

PARTNER

RANK

TRAITS

Human Soul, blue with yellow top and bottom

N/A

Fate

Utility Meister

PHYSIQUE​

HEIGHT

HAIR STYLE

HAIR COLOR

EYE COLOR

5'10"

Medium length, layered

Brown

Brown

Clothing Preferences: Gauss has a fairly diverse set of clothing options, typically dressing to suit the occasion. Common trends in his wear is a shirt and some type of matching jacket, often intentionally layered together. He does not wear any form of jewelry, unfortunately; a sacrifice made to avoid interfering with his wavelength. Gauss very strictly utilizes plastic, wood, or organic buttons in his jackets, never utilizing zippers. This applies to all of his jeans and footwear as well for similar reasons. If a part cannot be plastic, wood, or some type of bone/horn, then he simply has to find a way to make it work without. Part of his versatile look is the custom nature of most of his clothing. He must be aware of all metallic objects on him that could become ferromagnetic. There are instances, however, such as his winter clothing or niche instances where zippers or other fixtures are necessary. In such cases, he opts for a non-magnetic stainless steel alloy. In a similar vein, his mobile devices are constructed with as little magnetic components as possible and shielded in Magitech EMF blocking cases. The sacrifice of battery life for a high resistance to his magnetic is a requirement.

Equipment
- Custom Magitech Communicator: The only modifications are a similar Magitech EMF field. This field must be deactivated to utilize its RF communications.
- Magitech Watch: Stylist buffalo horn band with mother of pearl construction and watch face, minimizing metallic components, and the same Magitech EMF field. This field must be deactivated for RF communications.
- Survival Combat Knife: Gauss has opted to have his knife remain magnetic for combat purposes, but its sheath specifically has an EMF field. Until removed, it resists his magnetic fields. Otherwise, he has opted for standard G10 scales at 10 inches.
- Wavelength Disruptor Color: Gauss has a disruptor color placed around his neck built designed entirely with Magitech and comprised of a titanium core.
- A band on his left wrist (opposite his watch) of similar construction to his Wavelength Disruptor for the sole purpose of acting as a GPS. Due to his magnetic abilities, dermal implants are not feasible for their side.
- Up to 4 belt-clip containers full of steel ball bearings he can utilize with his Magnetic Wavelength. Each dispenses one at a time similar to a change machine in two difference sizes. Each has an EMF field to avoid affecting them until dispensed.
- A collapsible disc that when opened, becomes an electromagnetic assisting Gauss with magnetic flight/levitation.
- A fifth belt clip full of miniaturized magitech grenades that can be propelled like his ball bearings. Upon impact, they break apart into a napalm like substance.

SKILL LIST​

Magnetic Wavelength Gauss both as a person and as a Meister is defined by his magnetism. Whether it is by nature or a byproduct of his Wavelength, Gauss has what is defined as a "superficial charm" and "charismatic attitude" that encompasses much of what he does. This is a matter of contention as by some his Wavelength should have no bearing on his communication skills, but to others is a yet another gift of his Wavelength. His Wavelength has more measurable, verifiable effects as well. Gauss is capable of generating magnetic fields around him through virtually any use of his Wavelength. This is often used in conjunction with various forms of even low-powered Wavelength Amplification to solely to create Magnetic fields instead of actually gaining a physical benefit from this ability. The drawback, however, is that for Gauss to use his Wavelength without creating a magnetic field, he must effectively do so while suppressing that particular effect of his Wavelength--resulting in a weaker and more straining endeavor. Gauss is capable of magnetically charging any ferromagnetic object for a short while, can interact with metallic Demon Weapons in the same vein, and can even disrupt electronics (yes, he can wipe a hard drive in a second flat) with his Wavelength. Without a Demon Weapon, his Magnetic Fields have a 1.2 meter radius range around the furthest extended point of his body. Gauss can expand this range up to five meters per Demon Weapon he is resonating with, only capping out when he cannot feasibly maintain another connection. At their maximum power without a weapon, Gauss is capable of lifting approximately 200lb with a magnetic field, stopping a canon ball at point blank range (a party trick he loves to do), and fire a metallic ball bearing at 120 fps. While using Demon Weapons, his range increases, but not the strength of his magnetism. When Resonating, however, Gauss can magnetize his weapon up to 1200lb of force required for separation[/url] and can generate strong enough fields to lift and toss small cars at his current level. Gauss is also able to accurately perceive and measure magnetic fields within a small margin of error around him, although he loses this ability when using Soul Perception.

Utility Meister Gauss is capable of effectively wielding and resonating with multiple weapons simultaneously, although he has never maintained resonance with three for more than a few minutes or established resonance with four.

Soul Perception Gauss is is capable of utilizing Soul Perception in an area up to forty feet around him to pick up a Soul Signature, but cannot see such detail further. Within an eight foot radius, he can see Souls with vivid clarity, capable of reading basic emotions and fluctuations within a Soul. More specifically, Gauss can use this to help gauge how to match a weapon he is Resonating with. Notably, when using Soul Perception, Gauss loses his ability to perceive magnetic fields as the visions "replace" one another.

Wavelength Amplification Gauss is capable of extremely large ranges of Wavelength Amplification including small acts merely effecting the muscles in his hands to full body amplification on par with other One-Star Meisters, although he does typically fall short of those that specifically train it to their max with the Star Clan. The reason for this high range is to effectively generate Magnetic fields in the exact places he wants in the strength he requires. Too strong or too weak can be problematic and placement is important for efficacy. Of course, Gauss also gains the standard strength, speed, and endurance benefits from Wavelength Amplification, he just also has the added side-effect of generating magnetic fields.

Soul Force Gauss is capable of utilizing Soul Force both to enhance his strikes and to magnetically charge anything he touches. While his strikes may not carry as much force as those of his peers, he can leave a portion of his Wavelength on anything he touches to create a small field that will pull magnetic objects with up to 60lb of force for roughly thirty seconds. Consecutive strikes do not increase the force, only the longevity.

Magnetic Charge A derivative of his Soul Force ability, Gauss can magnetically charge an object he touches if he remains in contact with it for a sufficient period of time to a force of up to 100lb of pull for a few minutes. More notably, he can drastically weaken this magnetic field to fractions of a pound of force for multiple hours of which he can then track with his perception of magnetic fields--which can range up to half a kilometer.​

Soul Conduction Gauss is capable of channeling his wavelength through his weapon. This is his primary method of applying his Magnetic Charge while using his weapon if not Resonating. Due to his experience with various weapon types, he is fairly skilled with this particular ability. The resulting losses in strength for magnetic fields generated this way are typically only 10-15% weaker and the physical output of his strikes roughly the same if used to enhance physical strikes.

Amazing Star Style Gauss has been trained in the Amazing Star Style as have many DWMA students. While Gauss utilized its training to further develop his Wavelength Control, he also honed his close quarters combat by specifically dedicating himself to Karate. While many students, particularly of the Amazing Star Style, go on to either utilize the style in their own way or transition to more aggressive fighting styles, Gauss spent years specifically honing skills in Gojo-Ryu and Shito-Ryu for a focus on counterattacking and precision strikes. He has become quite skilled utilizing his Wavelength Amplification with the specific kata in Karate, making his overall fighting style more about timing decisive moves than all out aggression.

Soul Resonance Gauss is considerably capable with Soul Resonance, in part due to his nature as a Utility Meister and in part due to his clarity with Soul Perception aiding him in matching a Watch. Gauss is skilled enough to Resonance with two weapons simultaneously and notably capable of Chain Resonance in a group setting. While performing Basic Resonance, Gauss and polarize anything he touches for up to two minutes in a similar fashion to his Magnetic Charge ability.

Chain Resonance Gauss is capable of entry-level Chain Resonance.

Phase II Update After guidance with Emmett and Zelda, Gauss is able to resonate effectively with either Noah or Prudence, interchangeably using specific abilities with either. However, he cannot do so simultaneously as of yet. The Resonance he can use has also been improved from the baseline Resonance to be slightly more effective. While Resonating with Noah, Gauss gains a slightly greater boost to reaction times and speed due to the electrical nature of Noah's weapon element, and can spin Noah to increase electricity generation. With Prudence, they can share her resistance to mental attacks, and her capacity for absorbing kinetic energy is greatly increased.​

Complex Resonance As Gauss has experience with various weapon types, including ranged weapons, he has developed skills with Complex Resonance.

Phase II Update In line with his Basic Resonance, Gauss in tandem with Noah is capable of releasing a large, charged bolt of lightning after sufficient twirling called Zues Strike which mimics the properties of a genuine bolt of lightning with the addition of it being guided to a specific target.​

Weapon Amplification Gauss is capable of putting either Noah or Arkayis into a Weapon Amplification form, though cannot do both simultaneously.

Phase III Update​

Gauss has focused heavily on the new Resonance abilities of his partners, expanding his original Zeus Strike with Noah to include much more voltage and the ability to jump in controlled arcs between up to eleven targets. With Arkayis, he is now capable of two new Resonance techniques dubbed Hephaestus Slash utilizing a large jet of blue flames at his scythe end during resonance and another known as Hades Impact, creating small oxygenless explosions of pure fire upon a strike. In general, his skills with Wavelength Control have increased due to his Resonance skills, thus slightly increasing all of his other spiritual skills, such as Wavelength Amplification and Soul Perception.

SOCIAL STATUS​

Personality
One might say Gauss has superficial charm. One might also call him a narcissistic asshole. Both would be correct. Gauss has a fixation on bettering himself constantly. Each milestone he has reached, each victory he has won, they add to his pride. He never thought twice about using others and his mind was singularly set on achieving his goals. He didn't precisely have a code of ethics behind this. However, Gauss is notably quite honest. While he will bend facts until they're barely recognizable and withhold information that changes an entire story, he will not lie. Also, if asked directly, he won't avoid providing an answer--one just has to know what to ask. Above all, however, Gauss will not cheat. He values his accomplishments too highly to sully them with the concept of cheating. He isn't above using underhanded methods or his wealth to influence others if his own charm is not sufficient.

With his therapy, however, Gauss has came to recognize these incredibly toxic traits. As with any challenge set in front of him, he perceives them as something he must overcome. Arguably not the most healthy mechanism for change, but Gauss still has intentions on being a member of the DWMA Elite in his lifetime. It is debatable if he actually feels empathy or remorse for his thoughts or actions, but he does actively attempt to now consider the ramifications for his actions. It is a much colder way of "not being a dick", but it's thus far been somewhat effective and the best he is capable of doing to avoid allowing his toxic traits to impact others again.

F.A.T.E. Status
Gauss is a Type A Fate Agent. He is equipped with specialized equipment for his Magnetic Wavelength, but most of it is a precaution as his therapist believes he still may be at risk for reverting back to his previous mental state. He and his abilities are not considered an inherent "danger" to others as much as his personality and antisocial behavior is considered heavily detrimental to social lives and team dynamics.

Biography

Gauss was not born into just any family. While he may blow his name out of proportion, as does the bulk of his family, the Thales are a success story of early adopters and family money. The Thales come from a long line of electronics importers and manufacturers. For generations, one of their factories was likely where the screen on your top end smart phone was made. While they weren't the name on the product, they were the ones selling to and importing parts for multiple brands. Why restrict themselves to only one retailer? The Thales were, and in fact still are, a family of capitalist sharks. With Magitech coming into the world, they only saw this as an opportunity. The Thales not only helped pave the way for Magitech integration into commercial technology, they pushed it into the market faster than anticipated by retrofitting factories and even building more to accommodate projected need on a complete chance, and that chance paid off. The Thales family as a whole with Thaltek is the second largest manufacturer for Magitech parts worldwide, providing parts for everything from smart phones to electronic cars and even including military-grade tech.

Perhaps they were no Hoshi or House Yngling, but their name--or at least their company--is one known worldwide.

Gauss is the third son of his father, Viraj Thales, by his second wife, Chloe Thales-Carras, although he is one of seven siblings and his father has since, of course, remarried. Despite that, he has always stood out among his family and more specifically his father as a favored child. Gauss grew up being doted on by his father, perhaps because he was the first son that did not inherit a weapon gene. His two older brothers, and sister, were all weapons carrying the Thales name, even going off to the DWMA eventually in their own right. Perhaps it was the fact his siblings simply were not there, so Viraj had more attention to focus on Gauss. Perhaps because he didn't have a weapon gene, Viraj felt like his efforts would be less wasted on his son as he wouldn't go off to the DWMA like his siblings--who all rose through the ranks in the EAT classes. One might think this would be a point of pride, but to Viraj it was merely a waste of the money he poured into their early education and grooming.

Anything Gauss wanted, he had. Anything he wanted to do, he did. Gauss' life, unlike most, was hardly impacted by MIBVI growing up. While the virus certainly cared little for wealth or status, what did it matter when every safety precaution money could by was set in place? Not to mention, Thaltek would eventually become one of the manufacturers for the MIBVI injector unit, their name branded on a third of the life-saving vaccines given out in the world.

Gauss was not simply some spoiled child, either. He was intelligent. Always pushing his personal tutors for more information. When he found a subject he enjoyed, he explored it fully. He was no stranger to math, literature was hardly a bother and he even enjoyed reading--history was drab until you learned its secrets--but his focus and what pleased his father was his intent focus on the sciences. The way the world worked. His father always told him that learning how the world worked would make him a powerful man and when he came to age, he would show him everything a textbook couldn't.

Thing was, Gauss wasn't destined for that path. While he did not have a Weapon Gene, he did have a Unique Wavelength. In his pre-teens, his Magnetic Wavelength manifested. At first, as small nuisances, but eventually it became impossible to ignore. Gauss honestly became a walking magnet. Viraj saw this and did his best to avoid sending him to the DWMA. He hired tutors. Elites from the Amazing Star Dojo. Freelancers, even. It wasn't that the young Gauss could not control his ability. Quite the opposite. He caught on quickly. The problem was that he wanted to control it. He loved the sciences. He loved knowing how the world worked. He wanted to know how this gift of his worked and once he got a taste, he was addicted.

His father was devastated, but Viraj did love his children. He would not deny Gauss the best opportunity he could to follow what he loved. Gauss went off to join the DWMA at age 12, even by then already having some idea of how to control his Wavelength. Soon after, Viraj divorced Chloe, but she was set for life with what she received in the divorce and Gauss and his only full-blooded sibling would have no problems. Besides that, Viraj still had a soft-spot for Gauss more so than he did his other children, at least until the next set with his next wife were to be born years later. Viraj had no problem providing for Gauss and even followed up with him in the DWMA--something he did not do with his siblings.

The DWMA was a whole new environment for Gauss, however. New people. Less supervision. And, of course, his ability. Gauss made friends quick and learned skills quicker. By the time he was 13, his status as a Utility Meister was found, and his skill with his Magnetic Wavelength was growing. By age 14, he was in EAT and finished the year a One-Star Meister wielding two weapons, which made the test no small feat as he had to defeat three golems. The harsh reality came to the youth in the form of field missions. His natural gifts were not enough to succeed. He had to train. Gauss, as he always did, gathered a dedicated group of individuals to help train with him, many older than him showing him things they had learned or giving them their words of wisdom. He learned quick that splitting up his training into multiple fields would be a mistake, as mentioned by others.

So, he stayed focused.

He focused in honing his use of his Magnetic Wavelength. He trained hard in how to use his Magnetic Wavelength in very fine, controlled ways. When his old training partners branched out into different martial arts, he stuck with Karate and became proficient in it. It was at this time that his darker side started appearing. His superiority complex. His desire for control. The friends he had that left him for their own training regiments, he always resented they did so. Sure, he could find others, but the fact they would leave him despite the benefits of focusing on a single style... it rubbed him the entirely wrong way.

Between his missions and training with his partners, he focused intently on training his own martial arts and found great benefit in learning how to amplify his kata with his wavelength. It was not an uncommon thing to do, but with repetition, it became easier. Stronger. It wasn't quite second nature, but it gave him an advantage in speed and application. When he was confident--as if he wasn't always--he challenged his friends to a few sparring matches. In sequence, he beat the three down. With his fine movements and agility, he was able to counter their attacks, then land precise empowered attacks to completely drop them. His arsenal was not as diverse as theirs, but what he was good at, he was great at.

They were impressed. Why wouldn't they be? They started out learning karate. It was a martial art many of them saw as a building block, or a start for others. But Gauss proved quite definitively that it could be more than that with dedication. Suddenly those that were teaching him things were asking to be taught. But they lacked what he had: dedication. They were not dedicated to him as a friend, and after beating them, he didn't see their impressed faces as complimentary. He saw them as sad would-be agents that had been surpassed. He moved on and he didn't take them with him.

This trend of finding new people to help him grow then pushing himself to surpass them continued on, and even when called out about it, Gauss was typically able to gaslight his poor victims and turn public opinion on them. He had no qualms with using people as stepping stones, nor empathy to those he hurt along the way. It was all for the goal of furthering himself in the DWMA and growing his skills. It wasn't as if he didn't put in the effort, too. Iron sharpens iron, but when the axes around him grew dull, he tossed them aside like trash. Loyalty was not a word in his dictionary.

His mentality was considerably different for his weapon partners, though. Gauss had no less than twelve Weapons in the DWMA that were willing to be his partner due to his skill and the general thrill of being used as a duo, which for many was a different experience. That, and fighting with the magnetic wavelength in play was often an entirely different experience. Gauss was also much more considerate to his weapon partners. Weapons that worked well with him weren't tools to be thrown away, but instead tools to be selected for the mission at hand. With that mindset, it's exactly what he did. Gauss often requested Weapons, even those in formal partnerships, accompany him on missions when needed and had little regard for the other Meisters they may have briefly left alone. This did result in him never pushing a weapon to a new form. Still, he was capable of Resonance with multiple weapons and using Complex Resonance interchangeably.

Gauss was well on his way to becoming a Two-Star Meister. In fact, the evaluation for such was brought up. This fed his ego and his lust for growth all the more. It also became his downfall. Gauss was placed on a mission to hunt an Outlaw Witch whose family had been imprisoned and ostracized for their believed involvement in the MIBVI outbreak. She cried they were innocent, but she plainly was not. Wanted for murder and endangering the general populace on her renegade streak, she was no small target. This type of mission would normally have never been given to a One-Star, but Gauss had a single unique factor in this that put him on the mission. One of his various Weapon Partners possessed an Anti-Magic Wavelength and its use could have been crucial.

They did not complete the mission. It's not clear if better teamwork might have changed the outcome, but one thing is for certain. Gauss and his pride were not only factors contributing to the failure, but directly endangered his teammates. Once the Witch was caught and the conflict ensued, Gauss was only concerned about one thing: killing the Witch. He did not support his allies. He did not assist them, even when both his own and his Weapon's Wavelength could have. He went on the offensive fast and hard, trying to land a decisive hit with an Anti-Magic Resonance attack. Thing was, Gauss alone was not strong enough. He was just a One-Star. Gauss alone couldn't even put his weapon into a stronger form. Gauss let his allies get injured and when even he realized they needed to run, all he did was call them weak and blame them for the failure.

The report, including that from the mission leader, read entirely different from what Gauss described.

After this incident and the hospitalization of one his teammates, Gauss entire history in the DWMA was reviewed. Former friends, weapons that refused to work with him when needed, even certain mentors that had seen how he treated his peers... the picture became clear. Gauss, for all of his talent and ability, including that of creating social networks of friends for training and weapons for missions, had antisocial personality traits and years of history indicating he had been abusing others like this. He was suspended from the DWMA. He attended suggested therapy and while he made progress, he saw the F.A.T.E. Program and inquired to it. He was not initially considered a candidate as he was primarily there for his personality issues which they felt could be resolved otherwise.

But, Gauss being Gauss, convinced them that getting the chance to see others in his same position and how low he had came when he thought he was soaring so high would be a good punctuation on his current status. Gauss always had a way of getting what he wanted.

Miscellaneous

Theme​

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- Gauss is ambidextrous.
- Gauss picked up his stage name as it is a unit of magnetic induction and sounded cool.
- Gauss is one of seven children from his father, but is one of ten total siblings combined.
- Gauss is still funded by his father basically without question and has access to large sums of money via his phone or cash. He tends to de-magnetize credit cards.
- Gauss' favorite food is a French omelet, and has perfected cooking them himself due to his love of them.
- Many of Gauss former weapon partners and friendships were also sexually exploitive, I just left them out of his history for reasons.

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  Name: Maria "The Marionette" Mayer
  Age: 20 DOB April 7th
  Gender: Female
  Species: Human (Sorcerer)
  Traits: High Mana Affinity (Sorcery)
  Height: 162cm 5'3" - Hair Color: Blonde - Eye Color: Yellow​
  
  General Appearance: Tends to wear a think and long running blue dress with a white shawl, a red ribbon around her neck, head and waist and a pair of black low heel boots. Tends to be rather clean kept and her hair is cut short and neat and clean. She in addition wears a belt with a pouch of tools and seems to have some sort and often carries around a suitcase, in addition she has silver rings on some of her fingers.
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  Personality: Maria is a rather meticulous individual, from her appearance to the craftsmanship and care in her dolls, often she will resort to makeshift repairs rather than replacement, leading to a frightening appearance found in some of them. Typically, she is rather terrible at socialization outside of work and can come off as creepy even when she does not intend it to be so. She is rather interested in folklore, European and American of note knowing little bits and pieces of them all which she uses in her work. Her manner of dress often stands out as being old fashioned and rustic. She loves to do several craftsmen hobbies and is an accomplished seamstress and woodworker with some minor skills in metal working and leatherwork. Has a curious hobby of sewing together plushy dolls of those she likes, with button eyes or otherwise unintentionally creepy, that she gives to those she's come to like as friends.
  
  Her attempts to be friendly can backfire or go nowhere more often than not, which discourages her at times. She also has largely no interest and limited knowledge of popular culture trends and happenings. Likes hot tea, old world antiques and dolls, tends to dislike rude people, rogue witches and those who dismiss her creations. Given this Maria is prone to self-doubt or social awkwardness to a large extreme, such as pulling a knife out on others before attempting something helpful with it for them. A bit absorbed in her work, she has a terrible sense of time unless reminded by others and has an interest in tinkering. She also because of her early history is rather tolerant of magical beings and some of those who are madness afflicted, considering them not so odd. Her attempts of winning over others is problematic given she seems to have a limited to nonexistent range of facial emotions. As noted, she is very obsessed with her hobbies and enjoys talking about them or old-world things. In addition, she is known as The Marionette, a title given half mockingly by some at the Magic Guild that became a title of respect with her advancements in Enchanting. She largely considers social dealings a waste of time. Curiously for a creative sort, she doesn't mind sending her creations to battle, seemingly to giggle during these happenstances, she is a pretty dependable supporter in battle or limitedly on the frontline with her Enchantment Magic.
  
  Recently her magical abilities have grown in other fields of study and she's come more to take a liking to others and started to make the plushie dolls to keep herself, so that she can remember them. While still socially awkward, Maria has made some progress on that front. She has rather fond memories of her 20th Birthday, and treasures the gifts of that day. Maria also over strong feelings of regret in a rescue operation has ceased conversion and inclusion of a self-destruct feature in her new dolls.
  
  F.A.T.E. Status: Type A: Maria is mostly in the fate program in the hopes that socializing with other, well, less than normal figures may help her out of her shell and to learn about others. Normal DWMA agents often were either tired of dragging her from her workroom or creeped out by her at one point or another. As a result, she's not considered a massive case, if not for her all the more depressing mood and staying shut up she would not be a cause of concern. Or so it would be if she did not have a nervous breakdown of sorts, collapsing on the DWMA steps when one of her gift dolls were torn apart. She cried to anyone that would listen, in this case a member of the senior staff, looking at them as she cheered up with something of a crazed expression. Maria then started leaving gifts and had to be told why this was not done. Being hard to read, she seemed to rather to take this all rather well and was assigned back to field deployment.
  
  On this next mission the team she was part of, including a two Meister's and two Weapons were met with fierce resistance by a rouge witch and her summoned minions. During the battle, Maria was tasked with using her medium doll as a battering ram to press in on the witch who countered the man-sized golem with fire and flame, causing significant damage, which broke something in the girl, pulling her doll back the battle plan fell apart and one of the Meisters was seriously wounded and his weapon took some burns when converting back to a human form to shield him from the fire. While the mission ended in the death of the Witch and with Maria shakingly using her smaller dolls to help turn the tide, the damage was done. When seeing what she had done all Maria could do was say I'm sorry, over and over as she pulled at her hair before fleeing the mission area. Fortunately, she did not go rogue or went on the run but returned to the DWMA and shut herself up in her mobile workshop awaiting punishment. In review it seemed she was at least earnest in realizing her mistake but could not say with honesty she would not do such again an executive decision was made to offer the course to the agent in hopes of correcting her personality flaws or at least finding those that could work around them.
  
  History: Maria's personality issues become easier to understand when one looks at her history. Born at the start of the MIBVI spread in Rural Pennsylvania, her family situation deteriorated rapidly as her family was lost to the virus, that she somehow had escaped infection. Their loss of functions happened slowly over the following years and her mother left rather morbid paintings and other artistic creations around their house. Her father was more problematic in his own decent into madness and took to bringing strangers to the house and killing them in the backyard. To the little girl this did not seem strange at all, fortunately she had not become the object of their "affection" nor attention. But the attention of the DWMA was brought upon her home and agents would be dispatched with local law enforcement when the surrounding area started to develop into a hotspot, drawing other infected beings to the area. Being only five at the time Maria does not physically remember most of the events of the following night, but a Meister took a direct interest in her as a promising sorcerer, the same as the mother he had killed but not yet lost. Seemingly neither had known of their traits or if they did had never made use of it, no notes were made, and the mother was too far gone to save.
  
  Bringing her to the Mage Guild great precautions were taken with the girl, for fear she may be a latent carrier of the MIBVI virus, already in isolated conditions for the most, she herself was handled more directly, though her talent, or rather potential talents for mage craft could not be ignored. The witches being the curious sorts would take the girl under their wing and care, and while she had no family, she did have a home. Her primary caretaker was a Witch known as Instructor Mirai. A woman that valued creativity and the eccentrics above else that was on hand to tutor a few aspiring sorcerers and young Witches.
  
  Over the following years she would be taught the art of Demon Tools and allowed to browse the library, and the workshops and she fell in love instantly with the art of Enchantment. Mirai, finding this to both be foreboding and pleasing to her sensibilities, decided to allow it, to see where curiosity would take the both of them. As much as she could allow it, Maria would have full access to the workshops and to her own crafting materials. While this was a case of curiosity for Mirai, it was having a mother for Maria and she sat through the lessons and underwent the next several years studying both arts until she made a rather interesting Grimoire that could hold immense power and form itself into a bladed arm gauntlet and synced well with the girl who then immediately went about using it to power her enchantments. Dolls, she had turn to dolls to fill the void that her isolation had left. And bit by bit they became all the more splendid, pleasing Mirai to no end, praising Maria as the best of the Sorcerers under her care as it stood for her fine creations, dolls that could work and move, with articulation second to none and their maker all the more a doll herself.
  
  Once the vaccine was rolled out Maria was thrust into the general student population with mixed results. While she was more skilled than many of her peers, her inner personal relationship ability was rather poor, and out of jealousy and fear most of her fellow peers laughed at her or called her "Doll Maker" or later on "The Marionette" a title she decided to prove right. The only major emotional flares came when one of her dolls were broken and she went berserk on the offending student with another doll and when people tried to befriend her or praised her, she would attempt to make or do things for them. But her awkwardness would always be a problem and she retreated into her workshop, only speaking to Mirai who still did not grasp the problem in allowing this as a witch sticking to their workshop was not so unusual was it? Or so she reasoned until bit by bit it dawned on her the error she had made with this student.
  
  Nonetheless she was gifted and had skills in constructing and powering golems, everything else could be fixed with time and patience. Recommending Maria for the DWMA, where some use could be made of the girl, she hoped they would be able to fix what she had ignored, and she would remember this with additional students.
  
  Feeling as if she was not wanted and depressed, Maria would eventually relent and join the DWMA at the age of 17, with how pressed the DWMA was for recruits she was overlooked in some of her oddities so long as she could perform, physically and mentally. She would hardly be the first oddity in the DWMA and such problems could be sorted. After a brief basic training and testing of her Enchanting abilities would be put to the test in actual field deployment where she performed admirably, aside from her quirkiness and seemingly hesitant nature to damage her dolls outside of needed scenarios all seemed to be fine and she was encouraged to take part in the new E.A.T. class and to undergo trials for her 1 Star Rank, given that Sorcerers could not construct a Death Scythe, this test was carried out to test her magical talents and abilities, with a strong foe waiting at the end of a Maze. Having only her dolls and an obstacle course she was tested in problem solving, force and will power, using her smaller dolls to solve puzzles and retrieve keys in a maze her medium doll was then brought in to combat a seasoned Meister in a spar, holding her own for long enough to gain the Meister's approval, she was considered a good enough asset for further investment within the DWMA. She seemed to flinch a bit over the damage to her medium doll and set about working on it.
  
  However, this would lead to the incident in her F.A.T.E. report a few weeks later, of curious note is the fact she still studies magic and is working on a massive construct to impress the one woman she seen as a mother. A fact she does not share with anyone. Alone and confused, but feeling useful in the DWMA, Maria signs up for F.A.T.E. in hopes she can find some way forward. Provided she is aware of the time to meet up.
  
  Maria as a result of the Fate program has made contact with the Meister known as Emmett James and the renowned Professor Davis, with the end result of her being given restricted access to his labs where she has been keen to integrate Magitech into her own equipment and to aid in the goals of her Master. Even if she did reject being a mother to her, she still cares about her. Maria recalls the conversations she's had with others about transferring out of the combat units to work with the magitech division, for now she will help out there as much as she can or is allowed. Though she has other things to do as well. For now, abandoning the program is not an option.
  
  Maria because of events on Dall Island has garnered an interest in flight given how mission critical it had become. Over the last 6 months her ability to transport a team via conventional means has been increased with her adoption of a helicopter pilot license. While her personal ability for flight was grown via means of a magical broom and the massive expansion of her magical talents, coupled with an assortment of new equipment being gained. She has also developed new techniques and spellcraft based techniques into her dolls. She has since made more than a few friends or developed a protective bond with.
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  Items on your person:
  Grimoire of Maria: A simple looking book that gives off a magic field, it is used in combination with her soul wavelength and natural mana to fuel her magical constructs, moving them as an extension of herself. The book also can shapeshift into a rather nasty blade that sparks electricity, this uses up her power at a faster rate and is normally a last line of defense of if she *must* personally join her dolls in an attack.
  
  Small Type doll x4: Crafted from wood and cloth and imbedded with the magic of enchanting and empowered by Maria's mana and Grimoire in concert, these dolls stand roughly around two feet tall, some taller and some shorter by a few inches, typically she carries four of these dolls with two in a suitcase and two under her dress strapped to her inner lower leg.
  Small Doll x4 New Type Dolls, feeling guilty about what happened in the desert and detonating her creations, Maria has devoted her efforts into the construction of new dolls from her battle experiences and new skill learning;
  
  2X Casters: Engraved with Runes at the base of their hands to their shoulders, Maria is able to summon miniature spell circles within their hands to unleash her Wind Blast and Wind Edge spells at a smaller scale, (or full scale at cost to her mana), armed with a single backup weapon, 1x Lance armed Doll 1x Sword Doll. All dolls have been engrained with the automatic orders of the human sized doll, though an active connection must be held as they lack capacity to store energy, though it free's up Maria's hands to cast spells or to fight with her knives. She currently carries two of the dolls on her back and the two caster types under her dress in quick release strap harnesses.
  
  Toolkit: A belt mounted toolkit that has a pouch with a wood carving knife, load bearing nails a small hammer, needles and thread to allow for field repairs of her dolls or mending of a brave ally with little choice.
  
  Carrier pouch: A simple belt pouch that contains a wallet, Magitech Smart Phone, driver's license for Class C, B, A vehicles, Helicopter Piloting License, some money and some strawberry flavored hard candy.
  
  Magitech Communicator - Standard Issue
  
  Magitech Watch - Standard Issue
  
  Medium Type Doll*: Normally transported by freight, van or her mobile workshop cargo truck. It is roughly human sized and looks a bit like Maria with long hair, this item is mission dependent and takes a lot of her attention to move. It has been equipped with metallic armor beneath its robes and is armed with two dual primitive swords. Given this it is rather difficult to bring it around and to maneuver it to follow her in a mission in public. This doll is heavily battle scared. Has been attempting to find ways to more easily transport or move the doll.
  
  Medium Doll has been upgraded with a Magitech Heart Crystal inlaid to its internal lattice, this has improved the operational time of the golem when not in connection to the Caster and allows for the acceptance of more detailed or longer commands, swords have been repaired and refined.
  
  Silver Rings: Puppeteering rings, nothing too special to note, other than feeding her strands around and in-between them, so as to not cut her fingers.
  
  Journal: A simple journal, used to keep a diary where she makes notes of the missions they have done, people she notes, random if not strange drawings and random thoughts.
  
  Demon Tool Control wires: made from a steal alloy that is reinforced with alchemy, they are rather durable but can be cut or tangled up.
  Demon Tool Spoil Harness: A harness given to her by Rand, wears it on her back and around her waist to store additional lengths of Demon Tool Wire expanding her reach by 30 feet with some of her creations, given the limited number of spools.
  
  Stinger's Edge: The name she gave the blade that was gifted to her by Rand and the Maba, engraved with runes, it is a rather well-made rapier style dagger, though its main feature is the ability to connect her with a single strand to any living or inorganic object that she stabs, which has many theoretical, if not heretical applications if not for Maria's own Morality.
  
  The Ebony Blade: A black dagger made from obsidian seemingly. Its purpose is unknown to Maria, only that it was given to Nadia to give to her. Nadia has only vaguely mentioned it was a gift with purpose that would become known at some point, by a legend.
  
  Index Magica Fragmenta Vol V, Terra Fauna Arkana: A Magical Index as it is named that contains a great wealth of information on materials on Earth that are useful for magical studies in general. Unless there is a drastic need for it, she keeps it hidden within her workshop, and has even went as far as to make a binding lock that will only open from her blood, or a rather powerful Magus removing the enchantment. She considers it one of her most treasured possessions.
  
  Magic Broom: This was given to Maria for her efforts at Dall Island, it can "fly" via displacement to areas near it, while infused with its own mana, Maria finds its use to be taxing, though with learning wind magic, she has found a way to utilize it akin to an actual magical broom, in addition to its traditional displacement effects, for a better use of Mana.
  
  Damascus Steel Carving Knife: A gift from Nadia that has replaced her normal carving knife, has a 6-inch curved blade.
  
  Belt Addition - Knife holsters: protective partial holsters to hold her multitude of blades.
  
  Soul Type: Her soul seems to glow an indigo and is the standard size, minus a unique kaleidoscope design that marks her mana trails showing her mana reserves are rather suited towards sorcery and fairly significant.
  
  Magical Potency: Tier 4
  
  Types of Magic:
  Tier 1 Demon Tools: Knows the basics of alchemy and uses them in the creation of some of her materials and of note her Grimoire and control wires.
  
  Tier 4 Enchanter: Her primary means of fighting, spending most of her life under the Mages Guild studying it, her skill equally matches that of a summoner, but at cost and dedication, making her other fields of study theoretical or bare basics. She knows how to inlay her constructs to breathe life into them, creating advanced forms of Golems and earning her the nickname she so proudly wears.
  
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  Spells:
  
  Gear of Creation: A basic line spell used in the creation and rebuilding process of the dolls to imbue the various materials with the flow of magic or channels to allow future flow for operational use, while a beginner spell it is not easy to master.
  
  Gear of Effigy: Able to control a small doll with limited commands and movements within a limited range, connected her own mana and wavelength with thin red lines to empower them, at her current level she can command four of these small dolls at a given time
  
  Gear of Embodiment: A step up from Effigy is Embodiment, with the aid of demon tool strands or concentrating her mana lines, Maria is able to attune her dolls into launching speedier and more pinpoint attacks and complex moves. Her range of movement seems to be limited to 9 feet in this finer formation.
  
  Gear of the Body: The ability to make and empower a doll made to the form of the human body with many more points of articulation and movement than the smaller dolls, it serves little purpose outside of commanding the medium sized doll to follow at a distance and issuing basic commands.
  
  Demon Tool Creation Tier 1: The ability to use Alchemy to make some basic alchemic concoctions and basic tools. Her greatest achievement in this field was her Grimoire, though she is well acquainted with making an explosive mixture and her control threads.
  
  Mana Shroud: By sacrificing the use of her dolls, Maria is able to form a grid like pattern from her personal mana reserves to make a spherical dome around herself to block attacks. If used in principle to the abilities of a Meister it would be akin to using one's wavelength to provide greater endurance and defense. This red lined dome extends a few inches past her person and is difficult to keep up for too long but can make the difference in life and death from a number of attacks, though robbing her of offensive capability.
  
  Grimoire Talon: By using her lingering mana within the book and from her own personal stores, Maria is able to transform her book into a large blade that could be said to be equivalent to a soul blow or weak soul force attack but is partially physical in nature, crystalizing into a solid impactor that turns more atheral towards the ends. Given the power consumption of this attack and keeping it active she normally is hesitant to use it unless hard pressed.
  
  Strands of Dominion: Able to form red encased demon tool strands to connect the medium doll to the movements of her own body, with a 360-degree range of movement within a five feet radius of Maria causing the doll to be more akin to a shadow suit that mimics the master's commands perfectly, allowing for greater ability to battle. In principle in this use, the wires and mana lines flow into the doll and connect her own signature to the weapon, replicating one's nervous system flipped into laylines so the Doll becomes akin to wearing a second skin without the feelings of pain. This allows her to control the doll as if it were herself, the shadow of the master.
  
  In addition, when not connected to the medium doll the strands seem to have the force and pinpoint accuracy to push back debris and add some defense to guard against melee attacks. In principle flowing out of her own mana and in combination with her demon tool wires, these "shields" are rather flexible and are good at meeting cutting and blunt attacks to try redirecting them if even so slightly from her core. They cannot hold up to the abuse of a weapon or the strongest of unknowns, one could consider this to be the equivalent of guarding against a blow with a chain or thick cloth, it is not dense nor durable but can cushion against blows or slow down bladed and blunt weapons to provide more defense than if she blocked with her body.
  
  -Magic Circles Tier 2: Can form double spell circles and has a beyond basic understanding for use in her casting principles, allowing for 2nd tier level of enhancement.
  
  -Dual Element Conduction: Can do a dual element spell.
  -Water Control: Can move or funnel up to five gallons of water.
  -Heat formation: Able to form hot temperatures and small amounts of flame
  -Boil: Simple dual element spell to purify water.
  -Ice Formation: Basic ice forming spell to form ice cubes from atmospheric vapor.
  -Arcana Recollection-Duplication: Ability to copy spells from magic paper that she has made with blood ink into her Grimoire.
  -Penultimate: Able to use wind and temperature control to protect self and others within a limited range from elemental discomfort and contamination.
  -Terra-Macero: able to soften earth-based elements and soil and stone. This element being opposite of her own limits its effectiveness greatly.
  -Wind Enhancement: Can enhance her speed of movement with use of wind magic in exchange for Mana.
  -Wind Explosion: By combining elements of Oxygen and Hydrogen, with a spark she can make a variable yield fuel-air bomb.
  -Wind Blast: Able to summon wind into a visible ball of green wind swirls via magic circles, that explodes with outwards force, mid ranged attack with up to 40 feet reach.
  -Wind Scythe: Able to form a blade of wind via spell circles to travel across a slicing motion of her hand, a slash of visible arcane energy, with a rage of 12 feet outwards from her arm.
  -Aero Edge: Able to imbue her weapons with wind magic to increase the cutting distance and force around the weapons edge for cutting power.
  -Sonic Boom: In training to unleash a powerful explosion of air in the same vein/influence of its name.
  -Air resistance: A passive elemental alignment spell with withstand wind-based attacks and spells, including her own to an extent, also useful in flight.
  -Witch Sealing Spell: A secret spell taught to her, Ark and Raph. It cannot be done alone but with the aid of three others can be casted to seal the magic of a witch. A hidden and secret art.
  
  -Sleet: able to shatter the ice cubes with her wind magic to give a cooling mist of ice.
  
  -Force Magic Pull: Can use telekinetic force to push small to medium sized objects within a radius of her person, typically at this level without great cost would be her small dolls and weaponry from within a 20-foot radius.
  -Force Magic Push: The same rules as the above but in inverse.
  -Runes craft Tier 1: Learning basic rune crafting Maria has been able to allow her demon tools to handle the generation and casting of spell circles or canceling them via rune magic, plus a few other spells such as;
  
  -Anchor Rune: Learning from Raph, she is able to somewhat mimic his Anchor rune via her energy threads for defensive purposes or in connecting to her medium doll from much greater distances for a mirrored strike.
  -Trap/triggering rune: With a simple rune, Maria can cancel her connections in an instant severing all actions for w/e reason needed.
  -Rune Encryption: The ability to leave a rune engraving or spell fragment to leave an encoded message that can only be read by those with;
  -Rune Decryption: The counterpart of the above spell, allowing one to read an Encryption.
  
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  - Accomplished craftswoman, rather skilled at making various objects out of wood, metal and fabric.
  - Seems to live around several of the other FATE team members, rumor has it in a basement of an apartment complex that she uses for living quarters and as a workshop.
  - Seems to primarily be right-handed though she seems adept at using both hands very well in concert and in separation of one another.
  - Is a bit protective of her dolls and practices there use till it almost seems to be living things. While she'll use them as tools the time and care she puts into them is obvious, will speak with them time to time.
  - She will go through great efforts to repair her dolls in place of replacing them, something the DWMA has wanted to break her of for some time, given this however she is rather skilled at repairing and refurbishing some furniture, clothing and wooden objects when and where possible.
  - Likes classical music and can play a violin and piano rather well.
  - Has been known to carry blocks of wood with her for whittling and repair purposes, its not unknown for her to take her knife, some scrap wood, the blocks, or part of a fallen branch to carve a small figurine or the like as a gift. Though grander presents are also possible from her, or creepy depending on ones view. Such as her cloth made plushie dolls that look like the person with some disturbing alterations such as stitched mouths or button eyes.
  - Fears being alone in the truest sense of the word, is reluctant to send her dolls into situations that will absolutely destroy them and tends to be rather set in her ways with an interest in some magical or Magitech arts.
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  Medium, Small and small explosive variant.
  
  Blade formed and in use with four small dolls.
  
  
  Grimoire
  
  
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[Prizzy Kriyze]

"Don't worry, I patched that. There's eight new bugs to fix now, though."
Emmett James

Basic Information

Age
Twenty Eight

Gender
Male

Species
Human

Height
Six Feet, Three Inches

Hair Color
White

Eye Color
Blue

General Appearance
Though the value of first impressions is not lost on him, the matter of the fact is that it isn't very realistic to expect to show up all properly dressed when you've gotten out of bed 5 minutes before class. Emmett is a mess, sleeping far too little and relying far too much on coffee, and his outfits reflect that. The suit jacket loosely thrown on, shirt untucked, and tie only hanging off of his neck (hey, at least it's there) is how he usually appears at the DWMA. He doesn't particularly care though, there are far too many things occupying his mind to dwell on how homeless he looks.

Contrary to popular opinion, he does know how to dress up when the situation calls for it. Usually when presenting a new magitech designs or in preparation for important meetings, Emmett likes to comb his hair back and relearn how to tie a tie. He owns several three-piece suits for these occasions, as he'd like to be taken seriously when presenting important ideas. Of course, this is rare and infrequent, as whenever Emmett has a say of his own he wears nothing but sweatpants, hoodies and t-shirts.

Personality & Bio

Personality
Emmett is unstructured and eccentric at heart, working days in a row only to sleep on a park bench after one too many of his "combat stimulants". Very few recognize him as the three star Meister and Magitech engineer prodigy that he is at first glance, as his aloofness and scatter-minded nature often comes across as arrogant or nonchalant to strangers, but it's no coincidence that he rose to a position just below Professor Davis in his bare decade working with Magitech. Emmett's work ethic knows no equal, and no matter how little sleep he gets he always has time to meet his contemporaries with a smile or a joke. Difficulties or opposition just serve to redouble his motivation, and he's not the kind of guy to let emotions rule him. He always retains his relaxed aura.

Despite how he sometimes has the vernacular of an outdated teenager and dislikes confrontation, he's not afraid to take matters into his own hands if he should have to. He's taken on the responsibility of mentoring the troubled agents of F.A.T.E with a strong understanding of the hurdles ahead. Years of experience eliminating fringe cases of MIBVI virus outbreaks alongside Zelda has given him plenty of insight into the dangers of Madness and a lot of sympathy for those affected by it or other darker traumas, perhaps to make amends to a younger version of himself that never had those resources.


Biography

Childhood

It's curious how life can turn out.

For example, when Emmett's father decided to make a milk run late one fateful evening, lost control of his car in the rain, and suffered a frontal collision with a meeting vehicle. Or, when his mother, tired after a long day at work, didn't see the meeting vehicle hydroplaning and swerving into her lane. Life, indeed, turned out with resounding finality then.

Emmett was far too young to ever really realize. He was just about to turn one year old, snoozing away peacefully in his crib. He never fussed when it came to naps, and besides, dad was only going to be gone for five minutes or so. He'd be fine.

He'd be fine.

Being orphaned wasn't as bad as you'd imagine. Of course, when he couldn't recall a time before it, it's hard to form an opinion. He spent a long time being moved from family to family, but it was poor luck rather than anyone's fault why he never found a permanent home. The many parents would break rules or otherwise mismanage themselves within months, orphanages closed down for many different reasons... The only friends he ended up keeping were delinquents. Troubled kids with no stability to set them right in life. Emmett too struggled with respect for his contemporaries, and came to direct all his creative energy inward since nothing on the outside lasted. There wasn't ever a time he felt consciously sad or disappointed by this - rather, seeing people live their lives around him while he silently tinkered away at his little hobbies became his comfort. Siblings he'd never have to remember the names of came and went, parents that seemed hopeful but eventually gave up... He didn't mind. It meant he didn't have to care. He had his books, a place to sleep, food when he got hungry and school on the weekdays. He didn't need much more than that.

One family he stayed at for more than a few months even loved him; the younger siblings were curious and interested in the same things as him, the parental figures were both gentle and kind. It was there his adoptive father was perceptive enough to figure out that he had an interest in tinkering when they briefly visited a toy store. For his birthday, Emmett received a lego technic set, and for weeks he wouldn't put it down. Every little piece was turned back and forth as he digested the design, expanded on it, swapped pieces for one another and attempted to repurpose it. A passion had awoken in him, and he began cultivating an ambition in life.

As it turned out, when this family too failed to uphold the standards and he was moved once again, Emmett was old enough that he had the option of enrolling at a school instead of staying in the system; and he'd been fully prepared to take advantage of that. The advent of Magitechnology hadn't been all that long ago, and Emmett had heard all about the wondrous inventions of the DWMA on the television. He wanted to enroll in NOT, to the surprise of his social worker. Never before had he seemed to have a goal or a future in mind, and never had an orphan seemed so very determined on what they wanted to do.

"Why not?"

The process for getting a kid like him with no particular talents to speak of but the fire of motivation in his heart was hard, but he wouldn't let up on bothering his social worker before something happened. Eventually he submitted a charming albeit faulty design for a magitechnological gauntlet that earned enough traction on social media to force the DWMA to recognize him. And then, standing in a spotlight bigger than he could've imagined, they granted him a spot in NOT. Because, after all, why not?

Late Teens

His brain was wired for learning, so he consumed the curriculum in nigh-record time and spent his evenings working on pet projects. In only a few short years he graduated from not only his NOT classes, but also several advanced extra-curricular classes on Magitechnology and pair resonance. While he didn't excel at the physical sides of training, he wasn't afraid to make up for that with sheer determination to reach his goals. So hard did he work that he readily placed well within his right to advance to EAT at the young age of 11, and proudly climbed the grand staircase for his very first time.

Seven years of fantastical progress followed. Emmett was a natural genius at wavelength manipulation, quickly being classified as a utility Meister and moving beyond the typical resonation phases to practice more difficult techniques with upperclassmen. The physical aspect might not have been his favorite, but he self-enforced a workout routine to keep up with his peers nonetheless. It soon became clear he wasn't very interested in making Death Scythes or really completing missions at all, and it seemed he'd likely rather go into combat armed with a socket wrench than a demon weapon. It took rather quite a lot of convincing from the school before the young Meister acquiesced that he might want to prove his work ethics if he was hoping to find a place within the branch of Magitech development.

And so, he needed to shelve his toys for a time. The goal became to graduate EAT with full honors. Evenings once spent in his workshop became evenings spent dipping his hands in soul sapping water while reading through the collected research on wavelength manipulation developed by the legendary Franken Stein. He begged, borrowed, and stole for advanced training, and methodically combed through every Demon Weapon in the DWMA in search for one he could develop his skillset with. Even as he rapidly improved and mastered even rare wavelength techniques, he seemed to miss what the school really wanted to get out of him.

Emmett's one-track mind seemed almost inoperable. Though he was actively engaged in gathering souls for a few partners he'd become familiar with, over time the partnerships always split albeit on friendly grounds. Not only did he go through most of his missions with earbuds in the entire time and barely considered plans put forth by his partners, but how often he fell in with unsavory crowds and showed up late for assignments rubbed off poorly on his image for the school. Even as he pushed his physique to the limit and established himself as a three star Meister with outstanding grades, it didn't seem he'd gotten any closer to his goals. It irked him deeply. Instead of ever successfully helping to cultivate a new Death Scythe, he began submitting designs to the Magitech branch. With the money he earned he'd set up a workshop in his garage, and grew more and more isolated in his ambition to be recruited for Magitech development.

Eventually the school was forced to concede. Emmett was an excellent three star Meister and his Magitech prototypes weren't of poor quality, and the constant back and forth to try to push him down a more orthodox Meister path only seemed to make him less willing to do so. When he submitted his most carefully laid idea of spell-infused Magitech hand grenades at a much cheaper production cost than corporate and with the tagline "The power of a sorcerer in the palm of your hand", a tired and defeated Davis finally allowed him in for an interview and offered him a job under the stipulation that he didn't forget his Meister duties.

But that was enough. Emmett had made it, and with a cheeky smile he signed the dotted line and was finally allowed into the world of wonders he'd always wanted.

At the time there was the new cases of outlaw Witches across the world. As a test of his loyalty and devotion, Emmett was deployed both as Magitech maintenance worker and a Meister to a Serbian outpost under the command of three star weapon Zelda Zemo. She was a fiercely strict and disciplined European woman, known for her no-nonsense attitude that imprinted itself on the entire operation. Emmett, on the other hand, strolled in through the front gates of the camp, earbuds in, whistling along to his music without so much as greeting anyone before he sat down and began to work. The earful he received for his insolence that day still haunts him.

Still, it didn't take much more than a week before Zelda began to see his unspoken competence. Gear was constantly in tiptop shape, not a word needed to be said for him to go exactly where he needed to to patch something up. It didn't take long for Emmett to appreciate the obvious care Zelda showed, either. Though he hated having a pair of eyes over his shoulder on principle, Zelda very clearly was a passionate and hard-working woman; and even if he'd never admit it, chances were that without the constant threat of her micromanaging looming over him he probably wouldn't have done half as good a job. Over time, Emmett even began to enjoy their banter. She'd demand a status update about a security concern, he'd reply with a witty and thinly veiled insult, she'd shake her head and leave. Time and time again, until he finally managed to crack a smile out of the stone cold woman. It became a project, like many other, and perhaps his first real friend.

When push finally came to shoves and they headed into combat, they were both pleasantly surprised to find that their wavelength matched quite naturally. Zelda was clearly surprised at his skill as a Meister, which he rolled his eyes at, but he was just as surprised to find himself wielding an excellent elemental halberd. Setting aside their prior difficulties completely, they paired up officially and Emmett even tried to learn some traditional halberd fighting styles. Tried, of course, being the keyword.

Eventually came a time when their business in north Asia concludes, and while Zelda returned to Death City, Emmett had to continue showing his virtue through international missions. The experience had changed his perspectives enough that he now felt satisfaction from doing a good job, and began to carry himself with greater dignity as he traveled far and wide. It was somewhere between these stressful months of endless work and lackluster rest he began research into an old defunct combat stimulant project to try to keep himself quicker on his feet, though where exactly that's gone these days is kept secret from all but perhaps the suspicions of Zelda.

Nine years passed since, and with countless more missions and endless workshop time logged at the Magitech branch, Emmett has finally been extended a badge of trust by the DWMA in the shape of a promotion from field to homeroom activity. Emmett was offered the chance to take up permanent residence in Death City once more and mentor a group under the new Project F.A.T.E alongside his old partner Zelda. Emmett was ecstatic at the prospect of more time in his home workshop and finally having time to revisit all his old friends, but the deciding factor ended up being the job itself. In the wake of the MIBVI missions, a sense of sympathy for those stricken with misfortune and madness had taken root in his heart, and with Zelda's aid in the matter, Emmett jumped at the chance to look after the troubled youth and hurried back to Death City.

Skills & Equipment

Equipment
"Combat Stimulants" - Though only joked about in passing to Zelda, Emmett keeps a stock of... less than legal substances. Officially, it's to research the potential beneficial and detrimental effects on wavelength manipulation and applicability for combat stimulants, but it's all mostly under the table.

Magitech Communicator - Customized and advanced prototype unit. The kind of magic Emmett can do with this bad boy puts some sorcerers to shame.

Magitech Gear - Ever-changing and impossible to pin down, Emmett tinkers with cutting edge technology on the daily and always keeps some on his person "just in case". Expect any fight involving him to go all sorts of directions as magic and technology creates a unholy mass of military might.

Magitech Thimbles - Emmett's reputation is largely based around his experience and trickery using the infamous Soul Stitches technique in many creative ways, but without these custom wire mesh magitech thimble-looking contraptions, he'd never learned to use them so well. When paired with Zelda he doesn't need them to make Soul Stitches, but Emmett isn't the kind to discard a Magitech Tool that'll make things easier for him. They help spin the "weave" and form Soul Needles that hang a little off his fingers, and with great experience in utilizing them, Emmett can even use them to attack a low range.

Fighting Style
Unpredictable and completely unfit for tutelage, was the first grading he ever received. Emmett only ever learned as much martial arts as he needed to to reach a three star rating, but more than made up for it with his genius level application of Magitech and masterful capacity for wavelength manipulation. Since pairing up with Zelda he's been forced to remain somewhat within norms to achieve any level of teamwork, and has become expertly skilled with the halberd.

Soul Type

Broadcast Wavelength
Emmett's soul looks like a series of blue vectors overlapping and mixing in a circular shape.

Perhaps the real reason for his surprising level of comprehension and skill with resonating. The broadcast wavelength makes it much easier for an individual to share an idea, as their soul constantly radiates their "vibe", for a lack of a better word, mildly encouraging all other souls around it to get on his social wavelength. It was a weak and barely detectable wavelength before his training to expand on soul energy in anticipation for the three-star exam, but now, injected into an opponent while under mind-altering effects, it shares those effects with his enemy.

Wavelength Techniques
Superior Soul Perception - Emmett, in spite of his nature, is extremely attentive; so much so that it might be a secondary attribute of his exceptionally honed soul perception - albeit not without equal nor able to fully surpass all forms of soul suppression. On the other hand, he's found that with particular compounds in his body, he can reach the pinnacle of perception if only momentary - though those same compounds make him otherwise... less than reliable.

Wavelength Amplification - Everybody and their mom knows wavelength amplification. Emmett lives it. Breathes it. Besides having a lot of energy in reserve to expend in this way though, it isn't particularly noteworthy.

Soul Menace - Admittedly it was tricky for him as well, but since he learned it he never stopped using it. It is the very definition of what he values - massive damage with bare physical effort.

Adjust - Complex wavelength control means nothing unless your target is worse than you. Emmett knows how to neutralize a wavelength attack intrinsically, and sometimes holds workshops on how to protect oneself against rogue Meisters.

Forced Rejection - Not exactly a focus of his, but with a deep understanding of wavelength he came to understand both what makes it tick and what makes it stop. If nothing else, it's a good method for showcasing for young and headstrong Meisters why they should pay mind to their education.

Soul Stitches - The method once used by the famous Professor Stein. Nigh-impossible to use without his trusty Magitech or the assistance of a Demon Weapon, but Zelda he's managed to turn it into an art, and makes a point of stitching inferior opponents to walls or the ceiling to insult them.

Wavelength Suppression - If Emmett doesn't want to be noticed, he usually isn't. His unassuming and quiet nature must have helped in this. If someone decided to look specifically for him with Soul Perception though, he's not all that hard to find.

Resonance - Up to and including Wavelength-Enhanced Resonance, Emmett knows his way around a Demon Weapon. It was the result of the arduous training required to become a fully-fledged three-star Meister, but with this under his belt Emmett joined the masterful inner cadre of Meisters.

 

[Merciless Medic]

Zelda Zemo

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• Identifying Information
• Appearance
• Personality
• History
• Soul, Combat and Traits
• Trivia

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  D.W.M.A. ID
  

  

  
  Legal Name
  Zelda Zemo
  
  Stage Name
  Jorguün's Halberd
  
  Sex
  F
  
  D.O.B.
  December 23, 2036
  
  Blood Type
  B+
  
  Species
  Human
  
  Rank
  3-Star Weapon​
  
  Name: Zelda Zemo
  
  Stage Name: Jorguün's Halberd
  
  Nickname/Alias: Ice Queen / Halberd / Queen Bitch
  
  Date of Birth: December 23, 2036 (Capricorn)
  
  Location of Birth: Minot, ND
  
  Age: 31
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Sexuality: Heterosexual
  
  Species: Human
  
  Ethnicity: American/German
  
  Traits: Demon Weapon
  
  Partner: Emmett James (Prizzy Kriyze)
  
  
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  Height: 6'05" (195.6 cm)
  
  Weight: 148 lbs (67.1 kg)
  
  Hair Style: Bangs, Framed Face, Straight, Chest to Knee Length
  
  Hair Colors: Light Blue
  
  Eye Color: Greyish-Blue
  
  
  
  General Appearance: Zelda is a very refined woman, her structured life lending her to take everything seriously, especially with how she dresses herself. Always dressed to impress, and making sure her impression can be fought in. Her family for generations were enlisted into the military, and Zelda's preferred style of clothing was her military suit tailored to her preferences. While she may dress risqué, it's all a ruse to confuse and distract her opponents. She commonly wears flexible thigh-high heeled boots, black sleeves held in place by a band, connecting to her white dress suit. She also wears black spandex short shorts so her dressing tunic doesn't embarrass her. Her dress suit buttons up, but she leaves the last button undone on her black lapel for distraction purposes. She wears a black belt with the buckle being Death's cross so she may add any satchels or pockets. Finally, she sometimes wears a black choker, black nail polish, and is never seen without her white hat with that of Death's cross on the front. She also has a tattoo on her chest that is almost always visible, a tattoo she bought to remember the group she worked with and those she's had to see suffer during the MIBVI outbreak she was personally assigned to control.
  
  
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  Personality
  
  Due to her military family and the training she underwent not only in the DWMA, but also when she enlisted herself into the military, she has little time for frivolities and niceties. While some of her cohorts have kept a semblance of fun, she chose not to go down that route, focusing on her job and how useful she was in the field of combat. Because of this, she is a no-nonsense kind of person, preferring to be serious yet keeping a level and cool-headed exterior to show no cracks. She's distant to avoid showing her weakness, cold so others know she means business, even if it means she's like that all the time. While she doesn't expect others to have her level of discipline, she does expect those who are at her rank or higher to have some level of responsibility and work ethic. She talks straight to the point, she doesn't pussy-foot around a topic. She'll say it how it is and doesn't have any quarrels interrupting someone from going on a tangent to keep the topic to stay where it is. Especially if that is her Meister.
  
  The fact that she resonates well with goofballs and relaxed individuals - especially of their own lackadaisical discipline - has given her quite the headache. Through this, she has learned to be more accepting of others, even if their behavior doesn't merit their status at first. She mostly goes on first impressions, basing people off how they act before she can see their skill. It's not exactly the greatest habit, but it's a part of her militaristic mindset.
  
  While she may be a stickler for rank, she's rather concerned and worried for those underneath her. She always cares for those underneath her, even if she seems curt and distant. She has seen the worst of the worst of how Madness and war can affect people, and those who have been troubled and are being sent to DWMA for training during the Paean Program had caught her interest. However, she was too busy with other things to help within the program. Now that the F.A.T.E. Program is a-go, she gladly asked to look after some children and help guide them. While she never stated her opinion on the matter, she is wholly for helping those who are struggling and wanting to make a better name for themselves. To her, finding your purpose and goal in life while you are struggling is a minefield of indecisions and self-destructive behaviors and people that could destroy many on their path to salvation.
  
  She wants to be their mentor through it all.
  
  While she is rather opinionated, she keeps it mostly to herself. She's found that voicing her opinions has caused issues in the past with not only her Meisters, but her superiors, as well. If she's got a problem, she'll voice it some other time unless it's paramount that her voice is needed. She doesn't do it out of the feelings for others, which she cares little for, she cares for cohesiveness and practicality. If her opinions are going to be more difficult for a person to work with her, she doesn't speak. Despite her opinionated nature, she will give respects where it's due. She's not a fun person, but she can at least appreciate the recreational activities of others if it helps them any.
  
  
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  History
  
  During 2036, a young girl was born to two military personnel while they were stationed at a base. The Second coming of Salem had started long before her birth and because of her parents coming from a long line of Weapons, her parents were already planning her life to be arduous yet regimented and structured before she even set foot in Death City. The massacre of the Outlaw Witches were at its end, Spirit's assassination putting into overdrive the resources and people to hunt and destroy the dangerous Outlaw Witches. However, because of the horrors of this slaughter they had to go through, the newborn's parents couldn't ask her to join the military and do the same.
  
  They named her Zelda, hoping that her pretty name would keep her away from the horrors of the world.
  
  Yet, that didn't stop her.
  
  As Zelda grew - watching the Era of the Hunt die down and the attempt at bringing in Witches only to spark online flame wars and protests - she was found to have the Weapon gene, unsurprisingly. She had partially transformed her hand into a pike head, mirroring that of her father's form - a halberd. It didn't really come as a surprise, and Zelda was already going to be sent to the DWMA for academic studies. When she was seven, she entered DWMA's NOT classes, learning how to use her Weapon form and even having a knack for using partial weapon transformations.
  
  However, as 2045 rolled around and Zelda turned nine, her world would soon crash as the world seemed to burn with the latent Madness that spread like wildfire like a plague. In fact, it was. Due to her family giving her discipline at a young age and her cool-headed nature, she rose to the occasion, pushing herself to become an even better Weapon for any Meister who would wield her. It came to a point where she realized she could generate ice and utilize it.
  
  As DWMA was struggling against the first hotspots of Madness that began to crop up, Zelda's school life would become regimented, strict. If she couldn't keep up, she would be thrown in quarantine and wouldn't be able to help with the spreading sickness. Not missing a beat, she proved capable at the age of eleven, two years after the first recorded outbreaks. She worked alone and with other Meisters, finally pairing up well with a goofy, bubbly Meister who had remnants of the Jorguün ancestry in her veins - though her Meister did not know it at the time.
  
  Even with the pandemic, DWMA started creating task forces and planned ways on how to get rid of the virus. While they lost good members, some of those being former Meisters of Zelda, they trained their potential EAT members ruthlessly, hoping they could rise to the task. It was difficult, Zelda and her Meister nearly breaking, but they managed to make it into EAT, where they promptly began training how to use Sound Mind Training. While they didn't have access to a "vaccine" just yet, Zelda promptly chose to better her Sound Mind Training in hopes it could keep her from going Mad.
  
  Zelda's first several missions were hectic, as she and her Meister went up against corrupted civilians who were completely lost to the Madness. It was upsetting, seeing former humans becoming lost and depraved, but it drove Zelda to make it safer for everyone else who were still mentally sane and safe. With her Meister by her side and a team, they proved to be a formidable force against small outbreaks, proving to be incredible at fortifying a defense or a specific area from invasion. It was this constant fighting that kept pushing Zelda to get stronger with her resonance.
  
  If she even slacked once, her and/or her Meister would die. There was no going back.
  
  Zelda's parents were rightfully upset that there was a war and their daughter had to fight in it, but they soon took steps to make a quarantine bunker just in case, and to send in paperwork to have the military take her in to train her. While it was something they wished they didn't have to do, Zelda rose to the war like a natural, as if she were born for the battlefield. While she was trained in basic self defense and close quarters combat during her tenure in the academy, she was given a tutor who aided in teaching her more about Sound Mind Training, CQC, and self defense.
  
  For those three years where she was broken and trained to be like a weapon, she never was more at home. The regimented structure the military tutors gave and that of having a purpose in stopping the small outbreaks that cropped up before they really got out of control gave her nothing but amazing work. While she wasn't able to tackle the bigger problems, it was enough to give her experience and a resume.
  
  As the outbreaks grew in number, Zelda and her Ice Blooded Meister were put on a team to kill those who couldn't be saved and to fortify locations from the Madness-riddled monsters. For three years, that's all that she did, earning her the 2-Star rank easily. She started to feel almost guilty for having to end their lives prematurely, but she felt like there was no other way. She soon began to aid in getting children and those who were not afflicted just yet a safe haven until extraction teams came in to take them away to quarantined areas.
  
  During this time, she heard there was a particularly rough outbreak in Russia. Now that she was seventeen and her Meister a couple years older, Zelda made a good case about the two - their time dealing with the MIBVI outbreaks with what they could withstanding - which allowed them to take a boat ride to the fortified harbor. However, the harbor was really the only fortified spot and even her Meister, usually fearlessly reckless, was even terrified of going in there. All they could do was fortify and protect, even going so far as to run out to find kids nearby and bring them in.
  
  Despite what little they could do and for only being there for a little under a week, Zelda did what she could and it was enough. With everyone working together, they managed to get countless ships filled with those who struggled but were otherwise okay to leave Russia. Once Zelda came back, her and her Meister were regarded as 3-Stars.
  
  Finally, as the vaccine was made by Davis, instead of killing those who were merely touched, Zelda worked with a new Meister to deliver the vaccines, protecting and making sure everyone was okay. After seeing the trouble these people had to go through and the relief they all received after being given a dose, it made her realize her purpose. For years, she thought it was to kill and be a literal weapon and tool, but she was to be used as a savior. So, that's what she did until 2057, when she hit twenty-one.
  
  While there was still the odd case of MIBVI after 2057, Zelda was now on another course. She was to be stationed at a Serbian outpost. Under an official military rank, she was to be in command of the outpost and its people. Taking this to heart, she made sure everything was in tip-top shape. There were a few cases in Serbia and the DWMA and the CIA were concerned that there might have been some runaway Outlaw Witches hiding within the country. Zelda made sure everyone did their job.
  
  That was when she met Emmett. The kid, while only being a few years younger than her, didn't hold the same air of discipline she thought he'd have. He read his documents, yet he looked more like he was ready to hit the hay and rest on the couch for days on end and smoke weed without doing any work. His lackadaisical attentiveness sparked her ire, as it concerned her that this 3-Star Meister and Magitech Engineer could possibly get himself killed with his tendency to zone out and she'd be down an ally. After getting on his ass about strolling in without greeting anyone and being seemingly unaware, she realized she might have been wrong about him as he apologized and quickly went about his duties.
  
  She saw his work. She didn't have to once complain about him or his responsibility and work ethic, which surprised her. She decided to poke and prod, see if he'll crack, but he was just so relaxed and witty that, one day, it made her crack a grin.
  
  She was still upset he got to her that day, but truthfully she was glad. The stress of it all weighing on her shoulders was enough to make anyone in her age and position mad, but he seemed to ease the stress right off her shoulders - even if it was temporarily.
  
  When it came down to an attack on their base, they were surprised to find that they were able to resonate so easily with one another. Amazed that this goofball was even skilled in not only Magitech but also combat, she grew a newfound respect for him. Choosing to set aside her difficulties, she worked on becoming a more permanent Weapon for him, finding his oddball tactics a little tiring but not exactly minding too much before it started giving her a headache. She's tried to teach him the proper way of wielding and using her in fights, but it either sticks temporarily or it goes in one ear and out the other and she's just chosen to give up.
  
  Five years passed, 2062 rolled around, and Zelda and Emmett had gone through plenty of missions with each other. Because of Zelda's excellent service, she was promoted to homeroom activity after assessing that her strict attitude actually worked in bringing the students together. A few years later, as the Paean Program came to a close and Project F.A.T.E. was around the corner, they extended an offer towards Zelda and Emmett to become mentors for those who've fallen, yet still want to take the leap to become DWMA agents. Wholeheartedly agreeing, Zelda took it in a heartbeat. Years of seeing those poor souls wracked by Madness and war had done a toll on Zelda's mind, making her feel guilty that she couldn't do anything to help them then.
  
  Now, this was to make up for all those years spent. Troubled youth needed structure and direction, as well as a sympathetic yet firm mentor, something Zelda gladly can provide.
  
  
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  Soul
  
  Zelda's soul looks like a regular blue soul, with the hitodama shaped to be like the hat she wears constantly. Her wavelength has a resolute stillness to it, moving quite slowly as mist circles within and around it.
  
  
  
  Weapon Form
  
  In her standard weapon form, Zelda is a Russian halberd. Jokingly called the Jorguün's Halberd due to her ice generation and one of her Meister's having some Ice Blood within them, she's taken to using this name seriously to remember her partner. She is six feet long from staff end to pike tip, her handle a mahogany wooden color with golden-like engravings at the base of the pike, around the axe head, and down the staff. In the center is an ornate symbol that also functions as her eye. Her pike is about a foot and a half long. While her pike has a deadly point, it isn't just pointy, the edges being incredibly sharp to the touch. From any part of this weapon, she can generate ice.
  
  As a partial transformation, she can turn one of her limbs into the handle, a hand or foot into the pike, and make the axe head appear on her forearm or calf. Sometimes, she'll even go for a headbutt, the pike appearing on her forehead. Her axe heads can be used as a shield to cover her body or face when blocking ranged hits.
  
  In her Weapon Amplification Form, her entire form becomes a translucent icy blue as mist falls from her staff. The axe portion of her halberd gets bigger, and her pike gets longer due to the ice freezing over her body, allowing for greater reach while a blizzard is whipped up around her in a 15-foot radius. When resonating with Emmett, her icy blue can have an opalescent shimmer.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Fighting Style
  
  Style of Fighting
  While Zelda prefers being wielded by a Meister, she has mastered the Art of Self Defense and partial transformation enough to fight competently. Utilizing grappling techniques and redirection, she can use the opponent's strength and momentum against themselves. She is also proficient at locking body parts, preventing them from moving them or breaking their limbs and body entirely so she may get a move on. She uses the way she dresses to distract her opponents, getting in one good palm to the solar plexus before doing whatever she may wish to them if they are on the defensive.
  
  Formal Training
  Close Quarters Combat - Zelda took up close quarters training as it was a requirement by the military. Even if she were a Demon Weapon, nobody can be too cautious. She mostly uses the grappling and wrestling styles of this training while utilizing quick and fast strikes. Coupled with her partial transformations, she can be incredibly deadly when she needs to be.
  
  Art of Self Defense - A class she took up during her tenure in the DWMA curriculum. To avoid losing to other Meisters or unpaired Demon Weapons, or if she were to ever be separated from her Meister, she'd have to hold her own to make sure she didn't get herself in even more danger. Through this, she learned how to use partial transformations and bits of her ice generation to prove a potent fighter.
  
  Pertinent Skills
  Combat Awareness - If she weren't aware in combat, she'd be dead a hundred times over. It's saved not only her life, but the lives of those she's worked with. She can read people like a book and move/command accordingly. She's always watching. Never has her guard down, not even against the kids she'll have to babysit lead.
  
  Athletic Body - Due to her time in the military, she has accumulated quite the muscle. Strong in her own right, she can throw decent jabs and punches that would make any boxer reel back in surprise and pain. Her body is also hardy enough to whether any weather and terrain, no matter how exhausted she is. She is a trooper. Nothing less.
  
  Sound Mind Training - Zelda took Sound Mind Training to protect herself against Madness at a young - doable due to her lifestyle and her already calm mind. She knew Madness was something to be feared and respected, so she doesn't underestimate the hold it could have on anyone, including her. As someone who doesn't have a Healing Wavelength or that of an Anti-Demon Wavelength to combat those with a Madness wavelength easily, she wants to make sure there is little chance of her attaining an issue with Madness. She can use two of the three seals, the first Seal being a passive block that allows her resist the pull of Madness. It also makes her a bit more resistant to her Meister's stoned broadcast. The second, once active and using focus, helps to set her in a numbing mental state, and brings a much greater resistance to the Madness. It's helped her a great many times during the war against the MIBVI.
  
  
  
  Unique Traits
  
  Ice Generation - Zelda can generate ice from any part of her weapon form. Due to the amount of training she's had in this alone, she can control how much ice she exudes, and what shapes. As a byproduct, mist forms and descends before quickly dispersing when channeling her ice generation ability due to the humidity of the air and the warmer temperature hitting her cold weapon. Her temperature can drop quickly to -50 degrees Celsius (-58 degrees Fahrenheit) while in her weapon form. The mist is so cold that the ground can be covered in frost and it can chill enemies if they get too close, slowing them down. She can also freeze metals, which naturally freeze faster (especially copper). Her Meister, if they resonate well, is completely immune to the frigid cold of her ability. She can not only be used to freeze the floor into an ice rink in a 20 foot radius, but she can also create icicles on her weapon form that can be thrown or icy spikes that jut out from the floor that come from her icicles or from her control of ice when she contacts her own frigid freeze. Her ice can also be thrown in a line, freezing everything in the way in a 30 foot line. She can also set up traps with her ice. However, just like actual ice, it can melt and break, and her Meister isn't immune to any flying icy debris thrown their way.
  
  
  
  Resonance Techniques
  
  Basic Resonance - Zelda can do a basic resonance with those she's naturally the opposite of. She's been doing this for years, so it comes second nature for her.
  
  Wavelength-Enhanced Resonance - Because of her second nature use of Basic Resonance and her ability to use Weapon Amplification Resonance, she can use this type of resonance with a Meister she's resonated with for some time. What it could be depends on the Meister.
  
  Killshot - Rainbow Death Road: Zelda and Emmett blast the opponents with pastel, überfrozen hail, extreme cold winds, and threads of soul suture to injure, slow and incapacitate them. When set up, it creates a direct and near frictionless path directly to them with an ice floor, wide and walled off with more ice so no outside influences bother the duo. Emmett then kicks towards them at extreme speed, and fillet them with Zelda's exaggerated and powerful state.​
  Incapacitation - Sub-Zero Strait Jacket: Emmett zooms at an opponent at blinding speeds, and slap them once with his Soul Sutures glove before stopping a few meters behind them as the enemy is revealed to be fully straitjacketed by thread and then encased in an icy prison.​
  
  Weapon Amplification Resonance - Due to always wanting to improve herself and that of her connection with her Meister, she's used this form more than just a dozen times and wants to get even better at it. When amplified for an attack with Emmett, her entire form becomes a translucent icy blue as mist falls from her form. The axe portion of her halberd gets bigger, and her pike gets longer due to the ice freezing over her body, allowing for greater reach while her mist extends out in a twenty foot radius to chill all those nearby.
  
  
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  Don't waste your breath. There is work to be had. Zelda Zemo

  
  
  
  -Faceclaim is Esdeath from Akame ga Kill.
  -Zelda likes to read a book and relax when she's not worrying about everything and how to conduct herself.
  -Zelda likes to listen to rock, country, and very rarely pop.
  -Zelda is left-handed.
  -Zelda doesn't sing. Period. She also doesn't play any instruments. Nor does she want to. Very rarely though, if you get her drunk enough, she'll start singing a power ballad.
  -Zelda doesn't dance, but she can ice skate due to her ability.
  -Zelda barely has any fears. The only fear she really has extends to others she's trying to protect being afflicted with Madness, or herself attaining Madness and hurting her own friends.
  -Theme song is Not Gonna Die by Skillet.
  
  
  

 

[Meredith]

Chanterelle Fuir

Female, 18, 5'5" 106lbs ​

Magical Abilities
Chanterelle is capable of third tier spells expanding on her innate magic, which have been the focus of her studies thus far. She aspires to adding healing magic to her repertoire, and to understand her toxicity at a greater level.

• Internal Toxicity (Always On)
• Nitrile Blood
• Plant Growth
• Spore Production
• Bioluminescence
• Evoke Decay
• Synergistic Spellcasting
• Splattering Storm

• There’s something wrong with the machine clicking along inside her chest. It sputters and flickers, giving off a faint impression of smoke, and is leaking something awful out the bottom. It permeates the bloodstream. Bioaccumulation of this substance gives it a spot to sit and brew. It makes its way back through the network, but it’s different, now. It’s toxic.
  
  It lurks just below her skin, but she’s not immune to the toxin, and it quickens the pace of her heart. Manic emotion. Pupil dilation. Light sensitivity. Really good hearing. Seeing extra things, sometimes, but more rarely as the years have gone on. She got used to it eventually.
  
  Chanterelle’s skin permeates enough of it to affect others through touch. It won’t incapacitate a person (probably) in reasonable doses, but it is often uncomfortable (and panic inducing if the victim subject is not expecting it) and mimics the easiest mushrooms for her to grow. Her conjurations are, generally, fuelled by it. It takes effort to strain out the toxin.
  
• Parent Ability: Internal Toxicity.
  The poison is most concentrated in her circulatory system. Blood seeps from any breach in her skin, conspicuously viscous, and if watched very carefully you might see it minutely bubble and fizz when in contact with organic matter. It’s full of vaguely magical static. Disorganized energy. It is not safe to touch. It burns.
  
  But, even so, it is not useless. Dirt cursed (or hallowed, contemporarily) with such a substance crackles with potential energy. It sinks into the ground and stains, diffusing widely, dripping from her fingers to pollute the scene. Magical plants, she has found, thrive when grown in such soil to reach sizes and forms otherwise unattainable to her. The blood can also be used as an attractant to mana. Wide-reaching or random expulsions of magical energy naturally gravitate toward the exposed substance. Hallowed Ground loses its effect on grown plants (causing plants unable to survive without additional mana to shrivel and die) after six hours, but will lose its potency within two if nothing is dependant on the blood as it diffuses harmlessly into the soil. The effects of the blood (toxic, physical, and magical) do not last for long outside the body unless it is immediately frozen, and it may be used in solid form for toxicological purposes, but no sample has survived thawing to be used in magic again.
• The ability to grow plants from the ground or other material in which they can survive (including ponds flora, which Chanterelle is particularly fond of) is the cornerstone of Chanterelle’s conjuring. Although these plants rarely display finesse movement, as she prefers to create and leave them for her purposes, they display a wide variety of properties. If left unmodified, Chanterelle’s plants are toxic (as in Internal Toxicity, and they must specifically be composed as non-toxic or edible otherwise which necessitates notable effort. She is practiced in the creation of barriers and other obstacles to obscure or modify the battlefield and is capable of producing elements up to the size of a pickup truck without additional aid (such as the presence of Hallowed Ground). Conjured plants may behave as regular living entities once they are summoned, or they may need to be maintained to prevent their collapse, depending on their complexity. High-tier castings might have extraordinary qualities beyond size, such as the production of undirected high-voltage electricity, or a hard outer shell that resists most blows. Chanterelle believes there is still a wide variety of inspiration that could be harnessed within this discipline with power and time.
  
  Magical parasitism (the parasitism of magical plants into other magical constructs) has produced a small frog that Chanterelle usually carries in her backpack or on her shoulder. She would be wrong to boast about the achievement of his creation. Cremeni (the frog) was a gift for her sixteenth birthday made with the help of several members of her coven, including the frog witch, who provided his form. He has few needs and fewer ambitions, but is a constant friend and companion, and enjoys sitting in the shade on mushroom caps. His croak is mournful.
  
• Some of the plants Chanterelle summons produce spores. Chanterelle herself can produce and breathe spores, but she is unlikely to utilize that ability, because of her distaste for close encounters with other combatants. These spores are typically an irritant to the eyes and mouth. They induce limited effects of Internal Toxicity but do not severely affect the target by default. Spores might be sticky or contain other toxic organic substances. They may also Envoke Decay upon non-living organic targets.
• The synthesis of magical alternatives to chemical reactions in existing plants (particularly toxic ones) is Chanterelle’s specialty – and bioluminescence is one of these effects she has practiced so heavily that it comes as naturally as breath. Like spore production, bioluminescence can interact with Plant Growth and can be used to make the toadstool witch herself glow. She often composes small fairy lights, sometimes reactive to sound or changes in the environment, sometimes simply slowly rotting. It is made clear by her wide use of these dim lamps that she prefers a low light level. Chanterelle’s mushrooms are sensitive to infrared light, and one of her parlour tricks is the mushroom that glows visibly when exposed to it. She can also produce black light with other organisms.
  
  The application of bioluminescent compounds seems to accelerate the natural repair speed of these mushrooms, but Chanterelle is uncertain how that could be applied to the human body, or if it would even be useful if it did: the slight acceleration of slow healing is hardly revolutionary.
  
• Chanterelle may accelerate the decay of some organic materials. Typically, she is able to quickly deteriorate non-living organic materials through the use of mushrooms or spores, turning wood chips to mulch in a matter of moments. She is not currently able to utilize this ability against things that have natural or magical defenses against decay, such as an immune system.
• Most of Chanterelle’s spells are highly dependant on each other and rely on a wide base of variant casting in order to be effective. The combination of multiple spells in succession (such as the use of blood to Hallow Ground to make spore-bearing, decaying plants) can potentially produce a greater effect than the necessary sum of their parts. This spellcasting is usually not finely controlled, and is meant to achieve a set result, by providing a higher amount of magical potency.
• Signature Spell.
  Applied to Hallowed Ground AND Blood-Mark. The blood-marked target must be located on actively Hallowed Ground.
  Effect: Causes spores to erupt from the Blood-Marked target, causing most of the blood on their person to shed off in a fine mist. This mist is extremely conductive to energy, both magical and natural, and the remaining blood seems to act as some sort of ground - drawing energy towards target, and making them much more likely to be hit by to high-powered magical or natural effects. When the blood-mark is struck, it dissipates, umarking the target. The spores will settle if not otherwise affected within a minute or so.
  
  This is a working theory, only tested once during a messy encounter in a thunderstorm, with the help of a more powerful witch who had suspicions about the nature of her blood. Other forces might be affected as well. It may be able to be used to trigger an ‘overload’ of plant effects on the target.
  
  Chanterelle privately sees this as the ultimate culmination of her less-explained abilities, and has tried many times to recreate it, leading to repetitive and tiresome failure.

General Information

Chanterelle is a child of the elusive traitors of House Dubois. Her application to the DWMA was completely unexpected – her grandmother, who commented only that it was “about time” when she heard about Spirit’s killing, led a house exodus from Mabaa’s royal council and the Witch’s Realm altogether after considering her cooperation with the DWMA. "Trusting a Reaper will be the death of you all." Sixteen forest witches departed into the woods of Earth - and communication was overwhelmingly declined - although violent encounters with the outlaw witches were in fact common. The return address on Chanterelle's application simply read ”Wouldn’t you like to know?” Chanterelle arrived alone in Nevada a week and a half before school started this year to inquire about the status of her application and promptly found herself hauled into the Realm.

Her soul is sangria, the colour of red wine and blueberries, which flickers as if by white-hot fire. It vibrates excitedly in her chest, popping bursts of flame resetting the rhythm.

Appearance

Chanterelle has russet brown hair and dilated amber eyes. She stands at about 5’5”, and has a slight frame that is usually hidden in oversized clothing, along with a large canvas rucksack that sags down her back. Chanterelle dresses like she’s on her way out the door to go walk in the woods or tend the garden. It seems that she might not be aware of contemporary formal expectations, or she just doesn’t care. It’s common to see her in grass-stained jeans with a few dozen pockets (some of which may have been patched on) and a baggy sweater or gardening smock. There are dresses in her wardrobe, but these too suffer from an excess of fabric patching and pocketmaking, while still short enough to necessitate stockings and discourage ticks from latching on.

She is not devoid of accessories, of course. Her red hiking boots may as well be glued to her feet. She wears a thin pair of white cotton gloves with the wrists tucked into her top – long sleeves, always. The gardening gloves in her bag are pulled on over them whenever prolonged contact with others is necessary (or when she feels disinclined to wash dirt from her nails). She takes her theme extremely seriously – some days she may don a large toadstool witches’ hat, and others might display it more subtly, like with little novelty earrings. Chantelle even has a pair of cufflinks to match – but she lacks a dress shirt to wear them on. Others might call her cutesy, but she considers her wardrobe utilitarian.

Personality

Chanterelle always knows what she wants, even if those desires are borne of idealisation. It’s difficult to deny her aspirations, as she possesses a dry insistence that is more durable than the will of most people. She is naturally very manic – her movements erratic, her mood elated or extreme, and her hands quivering underneath her gloves. Although she experiences the pull of magic acutely, the nature of her abilities allows only for larger-scale destruction, and she prefers the experience of exhausting meticulous effort on magical-organic creations that can pilot such destruction in her stead. “I want a garden,” she had explained repeatedly and (increasingly) exasperatedly, “and I’m just not going to be able to do that if my life is ruled by wanton destruction. I’m so tired of walking.”

Despite her anxiety surrounding the DWMA and its associates, she knows that participation in the culture of the school is her best chance at understanding the conflict she had became privy to by chance and is accustomed to keeping her head down. The cultural shift is interesting, in addition to being jarring and uncomfortable, so she finds that biting her tongue is a necessary skill in these challenging days. Chanterelle writes everything down to examine later, from conversations to the colour of the flowers she’s seen in the gardens. She seems irritated by the habit, somehow, but when diligence is due there is little Chanterelle will neglect. It’s rare to see her pull the book out during a conversation, but moments alone are often filled with haphazard, runic scrawling into a pocket-sized leather binder with a replaceable pad. The change that she most appreciates so far (silently, of course) is the allowance and expectation of casual magic use.

Chanterelle might have considered herself good with people, at home. She has a firm grasp of her place at the bottom of the hierarchy and managed to get along with the other children close to her age within the coven. Here, she is challenged by the disconnect of her experiences with that of urban life, and her lack of a common cultural background with the people she has met so far. She can’t remember a time that things were awkward within her coven – but then again, she reasons, you can’t be good at meeting new people when you’ve never really done it before.

History

“To destroy what you despise and, eventually, to create utopia in its place… that is the right and the power that the acceptance of magic bestows upon a Witch.”

That is the mantra of the outlaw sect of the Dubois house. A schism, borne from their leader on the council at the time (Chanterelle’s grandmother) persists to this day, and although the separatist sect that objects to alliances with humans generally and the DWMA specifically seemed peaceful at first… well, a fanatical adherence to the pull of magic that could had been quelled by isolationist rhetoric quickly led to destruction and violence, in the sort of hit-and-run guerilla-warfare style so characteristic of outlaw witches. The members of the house left behind did their best to repair their reputation. They cooperated with Maga’s efforts to hunt down the witches, of course. But the outlaw sect worked slowly; efforts to track the witches were hindered by their flighty nature and tendency to threaten settlements years in advance – only to come back and wreck the place when the extra security measures were finally dropped (at first, only after months, but some incidents [such as the burning of the inland city, Behrl] occurred many years after the initial issued threat).

Their descent into general terrorist opposition had occurred before Chanterelle was old enough to have any real thoughts about the conflict. It seemed to her to be spurred along by loss; witches she had never met were revered within her family for their dedication and ultimate sacrifice. When the living become more important than the dead, a certain lust for violence is awakened, and it begins to be thought that it is more honourable than attempts at peace. Things were simpler, though, when Chanterelle was still young. Attacks were mostly planned based on slights or killings of clan members; some vendettas lasted years and were vastly disproportionate to their inciting events. The death of a witch quickly, in the ongoing conflict, led to the deaths of hundreds of civilians. The display of strength was quintessential to her upbringing. The older witches seemed to relish the media attention of their misdeeds, when they could get hold of records of their achievements, and the scale of their plans became larger and larger. Their impulsiveness had grown substantially; the deaths of twelve of the original sixteen dissidents stoked an incoherent rage that the witches were not inclined to quell. Attacks on meisters – which had, always before, been absolutely avoided – were incited. Their slow, bloody war was over. Her closest friends, as younger and more inexperienced witches, bore the brunt of these encounters. The descent of the sect began to accelerate. It became to feel, to her, like she was born a soldier to die – and indeed, in such circumstances, the sect could be considered a death cult. Loss of life was no longer considered a concern.

Chanterelle, however, found herself somewhat ostracized from this misfortune. The nature of her magic necessitated careful planning for optimal results – and was not useful in a purely offensive sense. She was spared most of the bloodshed of such encounters, pulled back due to her inability to stand alone in combat, and the value of exit-eliminating walls and hazards that trapped those foolhardy enough to try to run. The last aggression she can remember being directed at her took place when she was about twelve, during a raid of a small settlement in New Mexico. A close-range meister – with a wicked knife – had found her spilling her blood on the ground inside a hayloft with a dirt floor. He displayed no hesitation in his reaction. In an instant, he pulled her from her objective, but the river of blood that jettisoned from her back as he cut across her uncovered shoulders quickly covered him as they struggled. A minute into their struggle (made difficult by her writhing and biting), his hands began to shake, and she managed to dislodge his hand from her mouth. The thorns that sprang from her hallowed ground wrapped around the meister’s ankles, and when she violently distangled herself (assisted by her trusty knife), his partner did not follow. He crouched beside the other man, and he sounded quite concerned, but she hardly stuck around to find out as the weapon slashed at the vines that enclosed his meister with urgency. She ran.

The girl did not know then that he had been mutilated for his attempt. She would not find out that she had been assigned as a “Do Not Engage” target due to her potential to seriously injure aggressors and general disinterest in combat. Many hours were spent poring over footage following the incident, but of course, a hayloft was not equipped with video surveillance. That was why she had chosen it in the first place. The event was widely troubling to their opposition, who worried about the possible teaching of blood magic among the outlaw Dubois sect, but the lack of repetition of the ability against the most capable combat witches of the sect all but destroyed that assumption.
Chanterelle became viewed as a harbinger of sorts. A glimpse of her became enough to send a request for backup from the DWMA and any other near combat unit available; the fear that she appeared as a forthcoming warning of fire and blood. A warning of impending disaster, but not an immediate instigator of one. It was rare for the girl to dirty her own hands. Her connection with death was the work of decomposing the corpses of those that had wandered too close to the camp.

Still, it was not the proximity to death or propensity to violence of her forebearers that discouraged Chanterelle from participation in the raids that she was certain would cause her own demise. That came much more recently. An encounter with another agent, this one seemingly alone and in the woods (perhaps seeking the group – she was never sure), seemed to make her reconsider her position. The pair had seen her before she had seen them. They approached her cautiously. She was alerted with a snapping of a branch underfoot, spun on her heel, and the man stopped. Chanterelle imagined, later, that he must have been praying.

They stood looking at each other for a long time. Chanterelle made no particular movements, especially not any that could be misconstrued as violent, and . The girl had been caught practicing the slow growth of large, incandescent mushrooms, and she stood in between them as if they could shield her. They were… pretty to look at. Chanterelle cursed herself, examining the meister closely. He was a tall sort of fellow; the man was almost lanky, but she was sure that his appearance was deceiving because of the defined musculature of his exposed forearms. He held a long, historically-styled pike, though she could place neither the style nor period. Blonde hair, pale skin, paler eyes. She had never been so close to a human for so long. It made her nervous. She shifted from foot-to-foot nervously.
But the man, after his own period of introspection, lowered himself toward the ground and dropped his pike. Chanterelle beckoned him forward. He obliged her – moving about fifteen feet toward her and closing half of the distance between him. It was not far enough, if the weapon was in fact alive. The girl gestured again, more urgently, this time. The man came forward laboriously slowly. When he finally spoke, it was softly, as if he was afraid that there were others listening.

“So… who are you?”
Chanterelle would learn many things in the two-hour walk back to her coven’s active encampment. It was exhilarating to have such an object of her curiosity within arm’s reach, but terrifying just the same, and she enforced enough distance to make the man worried of her trust. He had grabbed the pike before he left, and held it on his side opposite her, so though she had it in some visibility… well, she did not know enough about demon weapons to glean anything useful. The meister’s name was Ian. He did not name his weapon, nor acknowledge her presence at all in their conversation, although he did admit when pressed that he was a graduate of the DWMA. They spoke about the school at length; the mention of mages in the institution perplexed and intrigued her. The pair shot questions at each other, rapid-fire, but neither came anywhere close to understanding the other in their short conversation. It would not continue after their arrival to the camp-

“Drop the weapon, you fool.”
Ian did not offer any resistance to the first adult witch to oppose him. Perhaps he was hoping for the peaceful resolution that Chanterelle hoped for but did not expect to come; perhaps Chanterelle had led him astray with her curiosity and understatement of the danger in the interest of her own safety. A witch descended upon the pair, restrained the meister, and demanded that the weapon shift. Chanterelle didn’t see that happen. She was pulled away far too quickly. Chanterelle found herself sitting in the kitchen silently, waiting with her father for her coven’s decision about the fate of the interlopers. His face betrayed a cloudy, looming sort of anger, but she would never expect him to confront her about something like this.

Late into the evening, Chanterelle was summoned, into the clearing where such deliberation had taken place. She was told in no uncertain terms that she had created a problem, damaged the trust that her coven bestowed upon her irreparably, and shirked her responsibilities. The meister (and weapon, although it took Chanterelle a moment to realize that was what she was) were restrained on the ground, arms and legs tied together, and to each other as well. There was only one way to solve a breach so severe. She would have to destroy the error altogether. To correct the wrongs of providing such knowledge to an outsider.

It was not hard to kill two humans who could not move, even with Chanterelle’s skillset. It was harder to muster the will to do so, although she knew logically that the meister’s niceties had likely been a ploy to attain her trust, but then – wasn’t that what she had done as well? She’d brought them home to die. The disposal process, really, was longer and more emotionally strenuous. Chanterelle tried not to look at him as she worked. She could not feel much sympathy for the woman, as they had not spoken, but Ian was perhaps the first victim that she (as silly as it might sound) understood as having some sort of empathy or vivid experience including deep connections to others.

Maybe it was a search for connections like those that led her to submit her letter to the DWMA while covertly gathering supplies. Maybe it was a need to confess. But the doubt that started in those fleeting moments seemed to grow larger and larger, suffocating, and Chanterelle was drowning in it by the time she left for Nevada.

Her appearance at the DWMA caused immediate panic. More people from outside her coven than she had ever spoken to before showed up to apprehend her, although she offered no resistance, and did not speak until delivered to the sitting head of House Dubios – an older, kind-looking woman named Magnolia, who looked at her first with a deep frown and a gaze verging on hatred. It would have been poetic (she thought later) if she too was sent to her death. It would have been better if she was sentenced as such by the head of the DWMA.

Chanterelle’s consistent statements of her desire to integrate into society, over the course of about a week-and-a-half, seemed to be convincing enough to persuade Magnolia to allow her to learn about humans through time at the DWMA. A long list of conditions (and several ethical arguments) later, they had a plan, and one that included a backup story. Chanterelle was to tell the truth, to some degree. She had lived as part of a hermit coven in the woods. She had little knowledge of the outside world and came to the DWMA to learn about people. She was definitely NOT a terrorist actively being reformed, and furthermore, not a mage in any way concerned with blood – at least not until she was less suspicious in every other way.

Fate Status

Chanterelle is a type E classified student, masquerading as a type A student because of her manic tendency and self-medicating behaviour, and although type D classification was considered because of this fact her actual type A classification was dropped based on her level of functionality.

As a recent defector from the coven of outlaw witches in which she was born, Chanterelle was delivered on arrival to the DWMA to the remaining matriarch of the Dubois house. After four long days of discussion and argument she was granted pardon by Magnolia Dubois (that matriarch) for evidential crimes committed in the presence of her coven and permitted to attend the school under a list of conditions as part of the plan to integrate the girl into mainstream society.

Although Chanterelle was not privy to much of the discussion between the DWMA and Witch Magnolia, the terms she was diplomatically offered are as follows:
1. That she will agree to be assigned a ward of House Dubois.
2. That she will not, under any circumstance, contact any member of the Dubois traitors or their known affiliates.
3. That she will disclose to the House Dubois the last known location of the Dubois traitors and any information known that may be useful to their prosecution. Wax-sealed letters written in the witch script should be dropped off in the main office of the DWMA for mailing.
4. That she will refrain from making public statements about the Dubois traitors, including the text of this agreement, and her status as a former outlaw witch.
5. That she will participate specifically and firstly in the FATE program, despite being a new student, because of her status as a known security risk and the projected likelihood of reasonably expected conflict with her peers.
6. That she will allow the implantation of a transdermal GPS device that will store data made available to those responsible for her well-being within the DWMA and the House Dubois.
7. That she will notify a representative of the House when leaving campus for reasons unrelated to class activities and when she returns.
8. That she will keep regular contact with a cultural tutor within House Dubois to work on written human language and discuss cultural disparities and expectations and will disclose all issues that arise in integration within these sessions.
9. That she will attempt contemporary treatment for mood disorders and participate in pioneering efforts to quell the nature of her elated condition if necessary.
10. That she will act with integrity, prioritising the interests and values of the DWMA in her time as a student, and demonstrate loyalty to her house at large.
11. That she will honestly and earnestly attempt to find fellowship within her peers and build a network of trust within the DWMA that will leave her mentors confident in her ability to succeed in the general student population.
12. That, upon completion of the FATE program, she will return to the House Dubois to be introduced as a functional member of the House and discuss her future studies, which may continue at the DWMA if integration is successful and will otherwise continue within the House.

Inventory

Mushroom Knife – A rudimentary demon tool given to her by her mother for her sixteenth birthday. It is purpose-made to dissolve magical-organic constructs along the seam of the cut it produces, allowing for the separation of aboveground construct components from belowground ones (which will cause them to ‘die’ and the residual stem and root to shrivel into the ground). Mostly useful in maintaining discretion.

GPS Implant – Stores information on an external server through her cell phone, as well as utilizing the default connection provided to the DWMA.

Cell Phone – Monitored, but also provided and paid for, by the Dubois House. It doesn’t allow her to install new apps, but Heather (a particularly tech-savvy member of the House) has taken the initiative to install some of the messaging apps commonly utilized by the student body and half a dozen mobile games. Chanterelle will have to remember to thank her again later.

Magitech Communicator – Standard Issue.

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Raphael Valerias

• Identifying Information
• Appearance
• Personality & Madness
• History
• Soul, Combat, & Magic
• Trivia

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  F.A.T.E. ID
  

  

  
  Legal Name
  Raphael Valerias
  
  Stage Name
  Whiplash
  
  Sex
  M
  
  D.O.B.
  November 3, 2045
  
  Blood Type
  O-
  
  Species
  Sorcerer
  
  Rank
  Type D Fate Agent - Sorcerer
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  Name: Raphael Valerias
  
  Stage Name: Whiplash
  
  Nickname/Alias: White-Eye / Weak Link / Raph
  
  Date of Birth: November 3, 2045 (Scorpio)
  
  Location of Birth: Manchester, UK
  
  Age: 22
  
  Gender: Male
  
  Sexuality: Bisexual (male-leaning)
  
  Species: Human/Sorcerer
  
  Ethnicity: British/Irish
  
  Traits: N/A
  
  
  F.A.T.E. Status - Type D: While he may deny it, his therapist has marked his personality as unstable. Because of his Madness, he has a sense of superiority over others, which is exacerbated with his sense of inferiority when people try to usurp his social standing, either trying to make themselves seem "better" than him or even trying to knock him down a peg. He's not against being nice when he needs to be, doing so to gain favors from others. However, this may be seen as fake, as the therapist noted. Any untoward comment has caused severe backlash on the target, minutes to sometimes days later. Grudges are very difficult for him to set aside or bury, but he tries to make himself seem like he doesn't care. He has been shown to use denial and projection as safety nets in his social behaviors when he is criticized, placing blame on those who he deems are similar to him and gaslighting or outright denying he's ever done anything wrong.
  
  He also doesn't care how potent his magic is. He has hurt others with his magic before, which are supposed to be support spells to help his allies. He doesn't care if it hurts them, just as long as people see he's better than his ally, his ally fumbling up, and in turn Raphael saving the day with one of his offensive or defensive spells. While he seems to have a basic understanding of how to control his magic, he doesn't seem to exert any control over it to lessen the amount of stamina he's using up unless he's trying to play the long game.
  
  He also has Madness of Pride, a madness that makes him see himself as better than most others, manifesting through his vanity. Those who try to sully his looks or expect him to stoop down to someone else's actions (whether he's been shown to do so or not and he'll deny if he has stooped) will spark ire and irritation in him. Too much will cause his Madness to spark, maiming those to look uglier than him or ruining them socially so he can still stay above them.
  
  As he took therapy sessions, he has started to see his behavior as wrong and troubling, and has done mental health exercises and thought awareness training to curb these behavioral tendencies. The therapist has done a great job in using his pride to make him want to change himself to be seen as better than the others. Through this, he's been working on how he communicates with others. However, he still has a mean streak, is a rebel, and won't abstain from making derogatory comments or flirtations to those he deems as equal or lesser than him.
  
  
• Height: 6'04" (193 cm)
  
  Weight: 155 lbs (70.3 kg)
  
  Hair Style: Short, Straight, with fringe bangs
  
  Hair Color: Red
  
  Eye Colors: Left is red, the right has black sclera and a cloudy white iris
  
  
  General Appearance: Standing at a tall, lean build, he commonly wears black and red to accentuate his personality: Cold, black-hearted, passionate, and angry. Well, with who he was, now that he's trying to get better. He commonly wears a red shirt - his favorite one having a black splash on the bottom hem on his right. He never leaves home without his black jacket, his wrist cuffs unzipped and the straps for his high collar undone to leave it flapping open. He also always wears a chain with a large hoop and three metal bullet casings crafted for the carabiner-like hoop. Chains and belts and leather straps seem to be the mainstay of any clothes he wears. He has black gloves to better utilize his chains, he has many piercings on the earlobes and shells of his ears, two pierced studs on above and below his collarbone, black boots with red laces, and black pants. He has a belt around his waist, his pants also having an overlaid asymmetrical skirt, and stainless steel chains connecting the open half on one side and holding his coattails together. His right thigh has two straps while his left thigh has one strap. The leftover length of the belts are left to hang out. He also has a strap attaching from one end to the other around his waist.
  
  
  Sorcerer Items:
  Grimoire of Raphael - An intricate book that gives off a magical field, it is used in combination with his chain and natural mana to fuel his spells. Most of the spells are made to make him look good, so most of his spells are incredibly flashy. Created with alchemy and that of his own blood in a ritual made by a sorcerer he bought the services for, Raphael had this specially made to fit his needs and wants. His spells largely affect his chains, creating more, and controlling them. He has other spells within the grimoire, but since all of them after a certain point require a Magic Circle, he has kept from using them.
  Chain Demon Tool - Reinforced with alchemy and created by his father, Raphael's chains are usually seen wrapped around his left wrist. The actual Demon Tool spans three links, but the rest of the chain is what he grew from those three links, which he always has his hand on. The chain is usually about two feet long (60.96 cm). Sometimes, he'll incorporate his spells into his chain and use it as a close-ranged whip.
  
  F.A.T.E. Issued Items:
  Magitech Communicator - Raphael has this earbud hidden within his jacket, only using it when he needs to contact those of the other F.A.T.E. agents.
  Magitech Watch - Raphael has the watch on his right wrist, housing his GPS and a base station for his earbud. It also shows his vital signs, not that he cares enough to make it display it or look at it.
  Survival Combat Knife - Raphael has the survival knife holstered on his left thigh, ten inches and sides in stacked leather.
  Madness Inhibitor Collar - A collar fine-tuned for Raphael's Madness has been situated on his neck. It unleashes calming sedatives that calm him down from his rage, his Madness only sparking if he cares and puts energy into really becoming emotional about his ego and pride being sullied. Raphael sees the collar as something he hates, but finds it necessary.
  Magic Disruptor - Raphael, because he refuses to control or put limits on his own magic, has been resorted to having a cuff around his left wrist, which will turn off his magical abilities if he tries to hurt his allies (preferred, dominant hand for casting). It has become a source of ire for him unlike his opinion on the collar, as he can control it just fine, but his insistence on not holding back with his spells has caused a disruptor to be slapped to his wrist. It has at least forced him to control his spells.
  Dermal GPS Implant - Just in case Raphael's Madness peaks and his collar malfunctions or when he goes rogue (more often than not considering his rebellious nature), he had a dermal GPS implant put into the very meat of his thigh, making it very difficult for him to fish it out if he ever feels the need to get rid of it.
  
  
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  Personality
  
  Before he had been afflicted with Madness, Raphael was actually kind. Sweet. And while he may have been full of himself with his antics, he really meant well. He learned how people worked and did what he could to appease them and make himself seem like a sweet, little angel. Well, because he actually was, despite his growing tendency to seek out validation to stroke his own ego and being a very prideful kid. He did have an itch - a need - to be seen as better than he actually was, to be better than those of his peers. But he'd never hurt anyone, even when his insides were screaming at him to do so and to always hold those people accountable.
  
  However, he had a horrific change. Not only did he become more selfish, but more arrogant. It took his ego and dialed it up to twenty, and it left his personality unstable. A heavily polarizing person, he gained a superiority and an inferiority complex, which only exacerbated his grudge-holding and petty behavior. He even denies or projects his issues onto others, not being able to take it himself as it could break his fragile ego. His conceited ideas of himself has led to many self-aggrandizing adventures with those he's tried to get favors for, as money wasn't where it was at. While he would love money, fame, and power, the true power comes in the favors one owes.
  
  Because of that, he has a code: Never break a promise. Never break a favor. Always seek out those who have wronged him if they break their promises and favors. He always takes favors seriously, and he expects those who are giving or taking favors with him to take it just as seriously, as it is the only way he can show how loyal and trustworthy he is to a potential ally, even if he dislikes them or does so to fake getting close for something he really wants. Otherwise, he'll have to do away with them, either physically, emotionally, or socially.
  
  However, this behavior of attacking those who have wronged him has been changed since his therapy. He has grown a bit nicer, even if it was for his image. He does see his own behavior as wrong and he's actively trying to make himself better in order to keep up the image that he's actually a better person. However, this is a slippery slope, as those who don't believe in his ability to redeem himself is just as bad for his Madness as it is someone who says he lies. Still, while he can have moments of kindness, gratitude, and other such humbling attributes to go along with his other more prideful behaviors to make him a lot more of a complex person, he still is at heart a rebel with a mean streak who likes to cat-call and jeer at others. Whether he was like that before and the Madness made it outwardly express itself or if he was never like that to begin with is up for debate. His father saw him as an angel, yet those who had close interactions with him had said he did everything out for attention and build a reputation and image, even going so far as seek tiny thrills and being cheeky by not doing what he was told. He still looks down on others, however, what he does to them is a lot more tame than what he would do before.
  
  
  
  Madness of Pride
  
  Madness is something everyone has to some extent, even if it is just a dormant seed within their souls. For Raphael, it spoke to him in dreams when he was younger. Dreams of grandeur, dreams of controlling the mana he had no idea he could control with a focal point, dreams of reaching to the top and shining like a star and have others depend on him. Still, he followed his dreams, but was taught well enough to avoid the more anti-social personality behaviors. However, these dreams would get progressively more violent after he contracted the MIBVI. They would then get even worse after he realized the more backstabbing behaviors of his so-called "friends", who destroyed him emotionally and left him there to suffer after bullying him.
  
  Bullied by Witches he unwittingly made friends with and hung with the wrong crowds as he grew older, they shattered his self confidence about him being a Sorcerer and being a great magic-wielder, leaving his ire and anger at being stamped down so easily and so quickly to fuel his inner Madness, which his soul was already sensitive to its effects due to his prior affliction with the MIBVI. As he changed his mind on taking the family business, he had his father make him his Demon Tool, stole his money to pay another Sorcerer to create his Grimoire, and he started his tenure in DWMA and the Guild of Magic.
  
  Coming to a head with his troubling time through DWMA, his Madness peaked as he was caught in his web of lies. In 2064, he was caught as his rotten behavior caught up to him finally and he subsequently began to socially destroy people and emotionally and physically abuse others into compliance once he knew he wouldn't get caught doing so. However, that's when the DWMA and the Guild suspended him, the academy taking him in for his Madness. They found out that because of his Madness-fueled actions he takes, his Madness decreases its hold on him, making it harder for him to have a Madness break. However, it is also the easiest to increase. He has yet to need a strait jacket, but he was still kept in partial isolation and rehabilitation.
  
  His Madness, being that of pride and vanity, triggers when he feels like someone is trying to defame or slander him, trying to actually destroy his reputation or keep him from his favors. He can't handle people who constantly question his image and, while with the collar for most of this is negated to an extent, he still acts out and tries to make sure all the spotlight is on him to make himself feel better and garner validation in the form of pity or compliments from others. Feeling socially threatened doesn't cause a reaction thanks to the collar, but where his image is on the line can trigger a break, where he becomes narcissistically violent.
  
  
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  History
  
  By 2045, Raphael was born, and amidst the crisis that was MIBVI, his family was quickly quarantined to avoid exposure within the United Kingdom, riding out the plague until it was over. His life during this point was regimented, structured, with a bit of chaos. It would soon fuel the fires later for his more rebellious attitude, always seeking thrills. However, when Raphael was ten years old during 2055, he ultimately fell ill from the MIBVI like his mother. Raphael would ultimately lose his mother in the aftermath, but he was spared as 2057 rolled around, and he was given the vaccine that would save his life. Their world was turned upside down, and not only was Manchester not doing so well, but Raphael's father's clientele had severely dropped in number, forcing the two to move to Nevada in the US. They had to start over in their new life. Turning twelve and being given a fresh start, the sensitivity to the Madness he received as a byproduct of becoming sick would start giving him dreams of grandeur. Some he chased. Other more questionable dreams...
  
  He frankly ignored.
  
  Being a Sorcerer, Raphael didn't have a clue he could control magic until his father said something about it after they moved. Having been distantly related to witches, their branched line has made very consistent sorcerers out of his father's lineage. His father would always show him what he could do with the magic, his magic awing and impressing his son enough to follow in his dad's footsteps. His dad was a tailor, and his father wanted him to take the family business, especially now that Raphael's mother was dead and the man grieved through his work.
  
  Through this, Raphael began making connections with those who would get him there and learned better social skills than the basic education he had during quarantine, and he grew to be rather empathic and sympathetic, always being there to help others and using favors as currency. His father had helped grow his code to what it was today. However, he started making friends with more greedy, mean people - hanging with the wrong crowds. Their charm and need for social thrills had always interested him despite their insults, so he followed them, mingling with the wrong people. It was then that he realized the one group he was among were Witches. While the Witches were that of the treaty, it didn't stop those who held cliques and biases towards humans, especially of those who were Sorcerers.
  
  One day as he was fourteen, they led him until they were alone, and showed him their magic. Of course, thinking he could try using magic without a tool, he tried to control his mana to no avail. The Witches teased and insulted him, bullying him senseless with their own magic until he couldn't stand anymore. They then left him there to cry and feel worthless with what he was born with and as. Something sparked within him, making that Madness grow.
  
  He came back to his father, seemingly changed. He was moodier. He was gruffer and colder. He was supposed to be signed up with the DWMA and the Guild of Magic, and be gifted his first Demon Tool by his father to start his magic studies, so he may take the family business. That was when he told his father he had changed his mind. He wanted a chain for his Demon Tool. He wanted to be an agent for DWMA, despite how old he was. He was fourteen, felt like no one understood him (not even his father), and the Madness constantly itched at his brain, giving him intrusive thoughts as it graduated from giving him disturbing dreams as he slept.
  
  Taken aback, his father made him a Demon Tool the next day as Raphael watched and participated for the ritual. He took the tool, and then signed up for the DWMA and Guild of Magic not long after. Knowing he needed a Grimoire, he stole some of his father's money and bought services from a sorcerer to get a nice book for himself - one that reflected his personality and his growing pride and vanity, the instructions for such spells denoting as such. If the spell itself didn't have flair, the somatic and verbal components for such were flair enough. Even then, Raphael can always add an effect by making the spell a bit more taxing. Raphael then worked hard on his magic studies, learning off-handedly from his father and those in the DWMA and Guild of Magic to learn how to use magic and "control" it. He realized his soul can still absorb mana to create his own personal mana, but his Demon Tool's capabilities were limited to his creativity and his Grimoire.
  
  He tested that.
  
  Between the ages of fourteen and nineteen, Raphael worked hard at understanding the magic, how it flowed, and how much or little of his mana he can use to fuel his spells. He was absorbed into his grimoire everyday, trying to best those Witches who bullied him senseless and those of his classmates within the guild he grew to resent. It soon got to the point where he was so invested, he started ignoring those around him, losing his care for others and he only started being considerate for those he needed favors or help from. While he was a genius academically in that he was diligent in his studies and can grasp concepts quickly (except when it came to anything above basic algebra and geometry), he was socially dipping further and further into more anti-social personality behaviors - not caring for the rights or feelings of others and losing his sense of right and wrong unless it directly affects his image or his code. It didn't help that he found himself hanging around the more rotten groups. He would oftentimes go on missions with Meisters and Weapons, become overwhelmed by their success, and try to make them fail in their mission he's supposed to be helping them with to make him look like he had actually did it all by himself and those of his allies were actually incompetent.
  
  One day as he was nineteen during 2064, he was caught in his own string of lies, the person who he needed a favor for decided not to treat him to one because the lie he made. The lies were a string of rumors he made against those who wronged him while he was doing his time in both the DWMA and Guild of Magic. He had constructed such a web of rumors, that he soon got caught in his own web. A mental break occurred when he was trying to regain the favor the man owed him before he started to fixate more on his image. He started yelling defamatory comments to those around him, and then left the academy and didn't return to the guild when summoned. Later, it turned out his status for his Madness had evolved. He found the ring-leader Witch who bullied him and he destroyed her socially, acquiring blackmail on her to make sure she couldn't come back to their realm without changing her look, the blackmail finding its way on the internet and defaming her from appearing outside the Witch Realm. Those who attacked him in the DWMA were either intimidated into being compliant as he found them alone and he used his magic to hurt them or he used one of his friends to destroy them socially enough for them to be generally regarded as outcasts, which subsequently made their attempts at being DWMA agents far more difficult.
  
  None of this went unnoticed, however. Raphael was suspended from the teachings of DWMA and the Guild of Magic, and was checked for Madness at the behest of his father. They found out he was touched by Madness, to the point where he was so close to having a break. They took him away and gave him a therapist to talk to. As the Paean Program was at its peak, Raphael was considered for it, but he was too unstable emotionally to be considered for it, yet. The therapist had figured out a way to make him better, using his Madness against his more antisocial behaviors to make him want to change, convincing him that the path he was taking wasn't the way to go. However, that still didn't get rid of his rebelliousness, where he'd go against what his therapist wanted just so he can tell her what he did and how it made him feel later. Seeing her disappointment is both a cathartic, amusing, and irritating response from her. One of these was when he expressed getting a tattoo to his therapist after talking it over with his friend group he had yet to leave. They made a bet that if the therapist denied him getting a tattoo, Raphael would get a tattoo on his right eye. If she said go ahead with it or questioned it, he'd get a tattoo on his face.
  
  He ended up getting a tattoo on his right eye, but subsequently lost vision from it and had to go to the hospital to find out his retina had dislodged and the surgery caused his iris to become cloudy. He still wears his tattoo with pride despite his lack of depth perception.
  
  Now that he's been working on himself, he started his attempt at the F.A.T.E. program during the present time. Of course, he was fitted with a Madness collar as he signed up to attempt to be an agent for the DWMA to help other agents and become a hero, and to redeem himself in the eyes of not only the academy but the guild, as well. When he was told to take better control of his magic, he had a freak out and insisted he used the magic how he wanted and he wasn't going to let some lab-coat motherfucker tell him what to do. He was fitted with a magic disruptor cuff to prevent himself from hurting his allies thereafter, preventing him from targeting his allies from his more stronger spells.
  
  
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  Soul Type
  
  A glinting, shimmery indigo soul, his hitodama and wavelength flowing and ebbing like an ocean wave, glowing and fading its light at set intervals. However, he's got a bit of darkness surrounding his soul in little clouds that sometimes take the form of chain links; a small dark speck can be found within his own core.
  
  
  
  Fighting Style
  
  Style of FightingHaving a chain that is a very useful weapon by itself and most of his spells working best at mid-range, he tends to be a more close to mid range fighter. His fighting style isn't really born out of any kind of training besides what he got from those in DWMA within Self Defense Training and more so what feels right for him. He did some chain whip training with his chain so as to not whip himself, but he has yet to take any more official training (that isn't self defense) from anyone that isn't just figuring it out by himself. Still, he throws mean kicks and punches, his form pretty good for being self-taught. Still, it's not where he shines, preferring to trap or damage his opponent with his chains if they get too close with his spells.
  
  He does have one hand always on his Grimoire when casting spells, so he has his pages bookmarked for easier access. He also has some difficulty fighting, as he had to get used to his lack of depth perception. He has some grasp in it, but if he has a lapse in his concentration, he will lose focus on the distance things are in relation to him.
  
  Formal TrainingSelf Defense Training - He learned to use his chain as a grapple, wrapping them around their limbs and throwing them to the side or pulling them towards him for a nice kick or punch. He also learned how to use his chain a bit more defensively, knowing how to choke someone with his chain or locking them in place in a grapple hold. He also knows the art of redirection, so as to not get himself hit like he oftentimes will end up getting a nice punch to the face.
  
  Pertinent SkillsFlourishes Under Pressure - Training with his spells seriously, Raphael has learned how to recall and concentrate on his spells while being under pressure, like amidst a fight.
  
  Magic Sense - Vaguely anything to write home about, Raphael has a very small ability to sense magic within someone, an artifact, or in an area. He will not be able to piece what magic it is, who it came from, sense it if it's hidden, or determine if it's from a Monster Cat, a Witch, or a Sorcerer. While he can sense magic within a ten foot radius around him, he has a hard time piecing together where it's coming from and what it's for.
  
  
  
  Magical Potency
  
  Spells via Demon Tool - Tier 3 (prefers Tier 2 spells)
  
  While he has quite a bit of magical reserves, he feels like he can't use a good portion of it due to the Magic Disruptor because the cuff activates when he puts too much magic in his spells. This makes Tier 3 level spells take even more concentration to use without them backfiring as he has to make sure his stronger spells don't negatively impact his allies or hurt them in any way, else the Magic Disruptor will turn off his ability to use magic. Still, he has taken this as too much of a hassle and rarely moves past Tier 2 spells for this reason. He had to sacrifice some flair casting his spells in order to actually use his spells without a problem.
  
  
  
  Types of Magic
  
  Spells in his repertoire are based on his chain and how he looks using it. He mostly manipulates and/or creates chains, either that of his own Demon Tool or creating them from fixed points of contact like that of solid surfaces. Porous or squishy surfaces are not solid enough and the spells to fixate his chains on them will backfire and fail automatically. He has made his chains burn hot but doing so with the Demon Tool he has can also burn him in turn.
  
  While he has tried Magic Circles, the setup has proven to be difficult for him, whether it's because he messes setting it up or lacks the magic reserves and potency to use it properly. It has always been a sense of ire for him.
  
  He has also tried Rune Magic. The closest he can get to using Rune Magic are simple symbols that last only a few minutes at most and a few seconds at the least. He has a rune on the first page of his Grimoire that he activates via a spell, and the Grimoire spews ink onto a surface that matches the rune on the page.
  
  
  
  Spells
  
  Base (reflexive, no control beyond cast), Tier One (control to change shape, direction, or effect when cast or after impact), Tier Two (Actively control once cast, layer multiple changes, or implement an intricate change to the fundamental spell), Tier Three (can add complexity without too much loss of power)
  
  Chain Manipulation (Base, Tier 1/2/3)
  
  Chain Telekinesis ​
  Move chains either in one fixed direction or multiple directions in a fixed radius of control depending on tier.​
  Chain Break ​
  Break a single or multiple parts simultaneously depending on tier. The higher the tier, the more durability the chain retains.​
  Chain Weight Change ​
  Whole or part of chain can weigh more or less, multiple spots weighing different amounts dependent on tier. Changing the base weight to a greater degree requires a higher tier.​
  Chain Growth ​
  Chains grow off an end of the demon tool, another chain, or a surface anchor rune to a total of fifteen feet on one chain thread (which he can actively control - the control being less refined the more he controls in one go). How long it can be and how fast it grows are dependent on the tier. ​
  Chain Repair ​
  Broken chain or chain broken by Chain Break can be repaired, snapping together in one or multiple spots dependent on tier, the more severe breaks can be repaired at higher tiers. The more times the chain is broken at the base tier or tier 1, the less durable the chain will become.​
  Surface Anchor (Rune Magic) ​
  Using the Grimoire's spell to spew ink of the simple rune mark on any hard surface, it allows him to anchor a piece of chain within that surface that allows him to control its length and via telekinesis when he's nearby.​
  Chain Trap (Tier 3 only, prerequisites Surface Anchor, Chain Telekinesis, and Chain Growth; penultimate ability) ​
  A spell that requires nearby Surface Anchor runes to work, he can create confusing lengths of chain connected or dangling from surfaces before they suddenly animate and trap someone. ​
  
  Physical Property Additions (Base, Tier 1/2/3)
  
  Branding Chains (Signature Spell)​
  The chain or parts of the chain burn red hot at 1,000 degrees Fahrenheit (537.78 degrees Celsius). May also burn Raphael if he doesn't expend more concentration and control (and therefore a higher tier). He can either make a chain burn by touching it or by being within a couple feet from it if he goes up a tier or two. ​
  Illusory Chains (Tier 2/3 only) ​
  A complex spell that causes afterimages of his chains, or even create images of false chains if he goes up a tier. His Demon Tool has to be in constant movement. Those with Magic Sense or can view wavelengths can see through the afterimages. ​
  
  Chain Tip Morph (Tier 1/2/3)
  
  Grapple Hook ​
  The end of the chain morphs into a hook (two or three pronged). Higher tiers make it morph faster with increased durability.​
  
  
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  Awe, sweetcheeks, don't look at me like that. What? You think with an ass like that you wouldn't at least get an appreciative smack? If that's how you want to be, then that bubble butt is almost as good as mine. Do some squats and maybe it would look as good as mine. Raphael Valerias

  
  
  
  -Raphael is left-handed.
  -Raphael has a bias towards Witches. If they are that of the Witch Realm, he tries to get on their good side first to find them as allies before he writes them off as lost causes. If they are not from the realm, he is a bit more lax with them.
  -Raphael has a better track record in the DWMA than in the Guild of Magic, mainly due to his growing dislike of Witches and how some were snobbish towards him, despite the issues he caused within the DWMA itself.
  -Because Raphael is good at learning things academically doesn't mean he had an easy time with anything above basic algebra and geometry. Because of this, any future use of Calculation Magic is going to require more time and study to fully understand, memorize, and use.
  -Raphael is blind in one eye, giving him a lack of depth perception he's tried his best to work around.
  -Raphael's Theme Song is Rockstar and Burn It to the Ground by Nickelback:
  
  
  
  
  
  

 

[The Regal Rper]

Ifechi Claec Arcel Duulwin​

• Basics
• Nature
• Personality
• Skill
• Gear
• Trivia

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  G.O.M

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  I.D.
  

  Ifechi Duulwin

  
  

  
  
  

  Age
  

  23

  
  

  
  
  

  Ties
  

  DWMA

  
  

  
  
  

  Type
  

  Mage

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  Stage Name
  Ark
  
  Age: 23
  
  H | W: 6'5 | 171 LBS
  
  Nicknames
  -Chi
  -Arki
  -Cel
  - Wiccan Sorcerer
  -Lowborn
  
  D.O.B
  Dec. 18, 2043
  
  Class
  Element Mage
  
  Nationality
  English | Liverpool, Britain
  
  Race
  Mixed
  
  Species
  Sorcerer
  
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  It was no secret that Male Witches were a rare phenomenon in the Witch Realm and so when Ifechi, later called Arcel due to awful pronunciation of his first name, displayed a gift in sensing magic at the age of 5, his parents were excited. Yet at the same time it was not something either one could dwell on for long. Like the rest of the world, England had also suffered its own fair share of pain from exposure of the MIBVI, Liverpool was no different from Manchester or London which saw cases on high fluctuation now and then. So in order to preserve their precious son's safety, it was arranged he would go to the Witch Realm under the guidance of his temporary caretaker, Maya Taurus, his cousin-in-law to be was to be his guardian on the trip to rendezvous with his grandmother on the other side, at the family's noble territory.
  
  And so for the next three days time with Maya was spent in conversation during the journey. A young Ifechi knew very little about the new world around him- but his curiosity at everything he saw as he was led by hand was certainly something fascinating to watch. His knack for questioning things he saw and his sensitivity to his environment in general, all proved promising. And so it was only fair to make the assumption that because his mother was a Witch, he was one too.
  
  Male Witches were valued because they promised a certainty that the next generation would for certain be magic users. It was not for their magical potency or raw power, but the genetic guarantee that magic users-- actual users if you went by Wiccan terminology, would be ascertain. Already his arrival had been announced beforehand, and the fact they had heard from Maya beforehand that the boy displayed a sensitivity to magic had stirred a bit of excitement prematurely among the lesser experienced members of his House. So it was only on the assumption that he was a witch, meeting only a few members of House Astraeus that didn't know any better when his grandmother met him at the estate, that an uproar began. Gran Ella, as the Witches of Astraeus had come to call his grandmother, tried to dissuade the belief. But, she was ignored, and Ifechi, swept up by the excitement of his cousins, joined the celebration of something he was not. For the whole night everyone in the territory that had been around for his arrival, save the upper members who were out on Earth and his grandmother, all his cousins were carried away by grand beliefs outside the realm of fact. Only to be squashed quite quickly by the second day when one of his mother's eldest sister of the six Astraeus sisters, Noir, arrived to greet her nephew. Arranged at the front entrance that early afternoon, held by the shoulders of his grandmother as she introduced him to his elder aunt, on the scene she took one look at the five year old boy, and just like his grandmother, it took only a few seconds for her to realize that:
  
  
  ...This boy is no Witch.​
  
  The sudden shift in atmosphere was immediate. So much so it was easy for even a boy to understand that this revelation, was bad. And when he looked up and around, seeing how every eye had changed in some subtle way, as if he'd just done something very wrong, Ifechi had never felt such shame in that moment. Yet when grandmother came to his rescue, so too did Noir, in her own strange way. The mutters, the murmurs, the whispers all around him save for the comforting presence of his grandmother- they were silenced.
  
  
  "Bite your tongues, all of you. The boy may not be a Witch, but he may possess potential that we've yet to see."​
  
  And on that day when Noir looked down on him in a way that sparked a feeling Ifechi had always felt whenever he began asking questions about the Realm. He felt a sense of excitement. A drive. One that was only fueled further as Aunt Noir gave him her own personal advice:
  
  
  "If you don't want to be a disappointment to our name, prove it, Claec."​
  
  The Pull was said to drive those aligned by magic in different ways. Some were nagged with the urge to destroy, others to heal, in Monster Races it affected them with a powerful instinct or behavior, with Ifechi he was driven by not just the spite he faced from the Witches among House Astreus, but also by the intense urge to figure out ways he could apply himself, with an impatience to be better. Experimentation and creation is what drove him, and just like his Grangran, who herself felt a compulsion to negate expectations, he spent the next four years in the Witch Realm learning intensely where by the age of 8, he had his Grimoire, and from there, true experimentation could begin.
  
  However what he started in the Witch Realm and began to rapidly grow in, by 9 near 10, he would have to return to Earth with his parents now that the MIBVI virus was under better control. For the next several years after, even once he joined the DWMA as a member of the Guild- Ifechi would travel between the Realm and Earth frequently. Learning, growing, and constantly coming back to pick fights with Witches of his generation that had been so eager to hit him low when he had been at his weakest. While the disdain he had received from own family struck something in him, it was also the way many of those around them outside House Astraeus looked at him as he got older, that filled him with such an urge to make them shove it. Things became quite clear, quite quickly for Ifechi the more he interacted between the Realm and the Earth and gained understanding with age.
  
  It didn't matter if his mother was, spitefully, viewed as one of the strongest Witches in Astraeus and had the cred to match the title; it didn't matter if his father was a well-known Three Star, gifted in designing powerful armor through the intricate applications of Calculation Magic; it hardly mattered his grandmother or his grandfather's family were old DWMA allies and renown for their own respective reasons. What only mattered was the label he had been given. He had been written off initially as a lowborn, and with House Astraeus status in the Witch Realm, while not at the top of the aristocracy they were certainly well known. It was only natural the ridicule he recieved from the Witches there, would also bleed into the Guild later.
  
  Learning early after joining the Guild at eleven, Ifechi came to understand the key difference in Realm and Earth's social customs. Status on earth could be connected through family, status by Realm customs was given as a label unless you broke that mold. For him, a 'lowborn of high-blood' he was always going to be viewed as subpar unless he showed he was not some pathetic pretend Sorcerer.
  
  And so he became viciously focused and competitive to do so.
  
  While wealth was nothing to boast about in his mind, connections provided opportunities. And that was what he capitalized on. Through family connections, Ifechi grew. Every time he returned to the Witch Realm, he would have something new he had learned. Every time he came back, he'd have a new thing to practice on. These back and forth trips cultivated a keen ability to understand where he needed to work on and not to spread himself too thin. Trips to the Realm spanned only during school breaks or holidays, though every single trip was tense as hell due to the now rusted bonds between mother and sisters. Regardless, spite drove him.
  
  At thirteen he was in EAT, by fourteen he had grown to easily stomp some of those that had so cruelly pointed and made fun of him. It caught an eye, showed that he was growing. Each failure would help pave the path for a new success. By sixteen, Ifechi had already designed the gem he wears on his forehead to allow him to utilize a single radar spell more effectively. By the time he would move to Congo with his father after his mother had been re-assigned to a occupation post in the country, he would be testing the idea of making a new Demon Tool, all while getting Grangran's advice. It would not be till he witnessed the unique way Enchanters had been conscripted as military supporters and construction operators in Congo's increasingly politically fragile state, that he would get the idea to create his gloves.
  
  Life in Congo, to say the least was different than what life in the UK or even in the US from his times visiting, was like. Congo was once a ruled by Witches in the same way various other parts of Africa in the era before Lord Death the First, brought order to the globe. In its modern era, it suffered a long history of political conflict. With other African countries picking sides in the political debate, as a result despite it being one of the nations that was under the African branch's eye in the continent, it was also a nation where DWMA agents did not interact that frequently with its governmental operatives. Due to Congo having become a dictatorial sort of regime that was heavily split, had conflicting views on DWMA, showed signs of classism, and was currently in a state of fragility- life in Congo was...something else. It was not terrible, it was eye opening. Yet at the same time it was this kind of hectic environment where missions tended to be abundant, that Ifechi thrived. In Congo he created his gloves within a year, and by nineteen, three years after coming to the nation- he would be assigned a team to conduct missions from time to time. It would be this same team, that Ifechi would work with for a majority of the trouble that would start when DWMA were moved by UN interests to help put an end to a troubling problem.
  
  

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  In 2063 of November, civil war broke out between two parties within the Democratic Republic of Congo. The entirety of this internal power struggle, DWMA would remain absolutely neutral for the entirety of the fight. Rebel conflict had not been a unknown aspect of Congo's history, and internal conflicts were not unheard of nor were they anywhere in DWMA's job description. In the last forty years, Congo had truly embodied an authoritarian type of rule, placing the wealthy into a bourgeoise class that allowed them direct influence over the lower middle class, and the laborer classes below that. If you were not born into wealth or married into it, or were the loyal supporter of a few rich people for decades, you didn't get far in this economy. If you pissed off the wrong person with the right status, your life was miserable. If you did not conform, you were a rebel. And very few people wanted to live the life of hated rebels- the type of people who were published on media outlets to be considered the worst of the worst; barbarians, savages, all of whom wanted to tear down their home. Few politicians believed that the mistreatment and occasional human rights abuse reports, something that had been reported over decades multiple times by the few foreign outlets that were censored whenever opportunity arose, were falsely made problems. While the DRC had embraced a democratic society that valued an authoritarian rule based on wealth- its politicians, wanted something more, and that was even more power, and a larger chance at recognition on the stage. So in November, when their plans were going underway, it was not too much of a surprise from a historic standpoint at least, that a rebel group of anti-conformists rose to challenge them.
  
  Fights like these at this point, happened every now and then. Short lived and brief, they were just the few trying to overcome an insurmountable force, and to the false assumption of the Party of Kiya, they believed that squashing this rebellion with their own forces at hand, would be a breeze. Not only did they chase the rebellion out in the matter of five months, but they falsely believed that wherever their enemy had went off too- meant they would no longer be a problem for them to worry over.
  
  Nigeria, Egypt, South Africa, these three countries were the top African countries with flourishing business, and as such it was a must to become allies with them. The rebels squashed, the goal insight. The next step was to begin making connections and begin making plans. The goal was to enrich Congo, by stregthening its ties. Already in the past there were some politicians in other countries that were against the way Congo managed some of its internal affairs, the solution to solving this was to bridge that wide gap. It started off well, but by March of 2064- they had found a block in some of their efforts to get support in some of their endeavors to persuade their newfound allies into dropping things that would allow Congo to prosper. Some of their endeavors were not being met the way they wanted, it became frustrating. Talks continued till July of 2064, and little head way was being made. It became infuriating, so the simple solution to get the results they wanted to convince some of the officials to do what they said, was to assassinate and replace them. By the end of July, seven deaths in Nigeria, Algeria, and Egypt, had occured. Each death leading to supernatural cases that would draw DWMA's African branch to handle the missions tied to those events indirectly.
  
  With seeds planted, it was merely a matter of waiting, and by October- progress was growing, but that's where the rebels came in- an unexpected blockade. Tipped off by protected figures, Kiya began finding some of the people they had planted in a brother country to further their efforts, being hit with heavy criticism and questioning. Investigations, calls of removal from office as the digging became deeper. It became a huge scandal, and so hired mercenaries were used to make an excuse that would allow them to wage war with Nigeria. And in December of 2064, the war had begun.
  
  Again, like Switzerland with anything dealing in global arms, DWMA stayed out. Though as 2065 began and January became February, then March- the conflict became bloodier. Where it had just been against Nigeria vs Congo, now it was Nigeria, Congo, and Outlaws. Things escalated, war crimes were committed. Resources exceptionally expended, so when residential areas were being hit, when cities were captured by Outlaws and given up as offerings by the Kiya as a sign of camraderie without a care for what they did to the citizenry there or whether it was even their land to give, the UN called for DWMA's aide.
  
  No one wanted to jump into another possible global war between two countries and expend resources when the supernatural were involved, so they called the ones who were supposed to handle supernatural nonsense instead.
  
  DWMA gave the green light, and immediately- they moved in to subdue the Outlaw Witches and mercenary hands that had been gathered in the war against Nigeria in order to force peace talks.
  
  On August 5, 2065, DWMA Agents moved in to Nigeria in team units to oppose the enemy forces that were usurping southern and eastern Nigerian territory.
  
  The conflict lasted three months, but for Ifechi, that conflict was only the beginning. Saddled up with a team, he became a brute during the war effort. Something that was praised, due to the horrors being committed against innocent civilian life for a simple desire for greater political status, he felt many of his actions against their enemies were justified. The bombings in Enugu; forcing hypnotized and magically drugged civilians to fight in a war they wanted no part in; the territories that some of the Outlaw witches were 'given' became the worst parts of the three month conflict and it was these areas that gave Ifechi a taste for inflicting damage. Gaining a love for conflict and a powerful desire to test his abilities out on the battlefield in a way that not only made him feel as though he were growing better and stronger with each surviving e than they had initially thought. xperience and encounter, but also was a sign of bad things to come. Not only did DWMA aid Nigeria in pushing out hired terrorist forces such as the Outlaw Witches that had been used to advance Congolese forces in their pursuit of power to make the Nigerian government, and other African countries by extension, realize it meant business- they also went on a series of cases in hunting down the 'gangs' that would form from these Outlaws. mercenaries, and rogues that fled and scattered once losing became an obvious one-way path.
  
  This hunt, called the Grand Chase, was what led Ifechi and his team to meet the woman named Shar.
  
  
  
  
  Shar was classified as a dangerous long ranged Witch combatant, any interactions with her had led in her escaping. She was considered a target of great interest because of the fact she had been reported as having interacted with more than one Outlaw coven group on different scenarios, either accompanied with a group of Mercenaries, a number of Outlaws, or on her own. She was a key informant, and she needed to be brought in now. With more than two attempts at confrontation and execution or capture when she was alone failing, a specific plan had to be set up for her now that would maim her or knock her out, due to recent intel revealing she had information that was vital to finding a group of Wavelength trained rogues whom were conducting hit and run efforts on nearby civilizations. As the person to set up the trap that would capture Shar along with a team of Anti-Magic users plus his own team, the idea had been full proof, that with Shar being a long-ranged Witch, the belief had been she would be useless in a CQC encounter for any long period of time and with the team they had. all it took was the right opening. Ifechi had been a key component to the plan in that he needed to slow this Witch down while his teammates dealt with any possible allies she had with her or aided the Anti-Magic teams in bringing her down. The plan had been to contain her long enough to deliver the blow that would render her immobile and suitable for capture with an Anti-Magic collar.
  
  The problem was what happened when they encountered her in an empty parking lot area.
  
  She had called him brother. His estranged older sister. And then had went on to introduce, her young little apprentice.
  
  It could've been a lie- but Ifechi knew Wiccan culture, Sorcerers were hardly respected that much, not unless they were Eibon- and even then, why lie about this now.
  
  Thrown off his game, Shar and her apprentice Felicia began with the advantage, but soon enough- they managed to wrestle the two into a tight spot. It was more due to Felicia's inexperience that slowed Shar down considerably else odds are she would've escaped once more. Even with Anti Magic users among them, she kept them at bay with her magic expertly, while Felicia provided support as they tried to use the shifting environment to their advantage to escape being caged in.
  
  It was at the turning point when Felicia was injured and Shar slipped up that the perfect opportunity struck, unknown to him, Ifechi was already under the influence of his Pull- he set the first part of the trap and it triggered keeping Shar and Felicia both boxed in- but then he hesitated at the final part when Shar called him a fraud, pretending to be better than them- than Outlaws, when she could see that he was falling under the influence of the Pull just like all Witches were supposed to.
  
  It gave him pause, made him freeze- made him doubt if he could really capture or kills his own blood, and that was exactly the opportunity she needed to attack.
  
  The battle shifted immediately in the next few minutes with Shar lashing out viciously, and four allies were wounded fatally, that death would certainly come for them. Broken out of his reverie, Ifechi gave into the pull, activated the trap with all his might- and unfortunately caused more casualties than he intended because he had not been paying attention as much as he should've.
  
  The battle ground was a wreck when the dust cleared, three allies had died, the rest were unconscious- and the tattered remains of Shar and Felicia's clothing, suggested that they were crushed under the rubble, both dead.
  
  He was pulled in for an immediate debriefing of the events that had occurred. Shar and Felicia by all accounts, were considered as dead as the allies that she herself had killed or were unfortunate to be maimed into unconsciousness when he gave into his rage, yet despite it all- there was no punishment. Something he felt he deserved.
  
  In the end, guilt got to him- and so when he was confronted by his own cousins a month later on what had happened and he spilled the details of what had gone down, to his surprise and utter disgust, they praised him. Told him he'd done good by removing a rotten branch from a healthy tree, and was praised for the murder of his blood sister. His own mother even told him he had done good, and that he did the best he could- when he himself didn't even believe that.
  
  The guilt, fed into the nightmares, the nightmares fed into his sense of self-defeat, the self-defeat fed into anger- the anger fed into the Pull, and the Pull made him act out increasingly in odd manners of fixation or agitation that were starting to become a concern not just to his new teammates, but to himself as well. The nail in the coffin was on during a patrol, displaying a violent reaction either due to the Pull or due to a lack of proper sleep and being tense, Ifechi attacked a friend from another unit, a mage that had performed a surprise prank- startling him, and sending him into a state of panic that made him lash out violently. In the end he was able to stop himself before the situation became worse had it not been for his own teammates trying to restrain him and slow him down. And right then and there, he realized his Shar had been right-- the whole scene ended quite sadly.
  
  Ifechi can still recall apologizing profusely for his behavior to one of the friends he had just tried to kill, without any sense of guilt or remorse when he had decided to turn around and attack.
  
  Overall, after the guilt did not go away, and after a period of time, screening, after talking to his Grangran and parents, the Sorcerer took the first flight out of Nigeria back to America in December 2066. Where from there he spent his time in therapy, and a desire to be better- later joined FATE for redemption.
  
  
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  Style: Clothing tends to be revolve around the idea of being freeform, allowing flexibility and freedom of movement. Often times he wears jeans or shorts without appropriately buttoning up his top or in most cases will wear things that expose more skin such as jerseys of different designs or styles, even going as far to mix Wiccan traditonal clothing of long flowing fabric into makeshift waist cloths that connect silk pants, jeans or cotton wear. Ifechi's style of clothing can be called a mix and mash of both Earth and Wiccan styles, sometimes ranging more on Earthen styles in general due to his preference to the colorfulness of clothing and the different kinds of styles that can be garnered from Earthly cultural influences.
  
  Fate Status: Type A
  
  Briefing: Fame follows the lucky, Ifechi does not consider himself one so. Classified as a Type A due to his PTSD symptoms and anger control issues, Ifechi feels nothing but regret over what he did to earn himself out of EAT, and the field. He is someone that takes every mistake and tries to learn from them, and has a philosophical belief that errors are the key to progress. However the guilt he feels for threatening his own team is the primary reason he is motivated to have gone and joined FATE.
  
  In spite of his serious demeanor and tense expression, Ifechi is quite friendly once he gets talking, albeit equally just as competitive. His competitive streak does not blind him to the facts of the objective at hand, and when it comes to a conversation, he is quite the talker if you let him get going, however when faced with taunting that is unjustified, he finds it hard to ignore the challenge and equally quick to challenge one back. This stems from his personal life of having been the butt of many jokes both in the Guild and outside of it- prompting him to in most cases where it was warranted, respond. At the same time he is also someone that is impacted by the Pull, and as a result having always believed he had it under control, shows obvious signs of strong denial in the belief that the Pull has any sway over him, a contrast to the fact he does subconsciously believe it influences him in a negatively impactful way.
  
  Ever since the accident that played into the death of some of his own allies and the temporary absence of several others when trying to capture his 'sister' Shar and her apprentice, he has felt nothing but guilt and a sense of disgust both in himself, and in the praise he received for the event that made him a topic of praise within Africa's DWMA branch. For Ifechi, the praise he received for potentially killing his own blood, even if it had been justified- disturbed him. Not only had he not done it intentionally but he also received most of the credit for something that had been a team effort. This experience, has made him quick to shrug off appraisal, even when justified.
  
  While therapy has made him better at managing his excitement or anger in specific cases, one thing Ifechi has continuously rejected is the very concept that he allows the Pull to sway him, even though deep down- he has a very fearful doubt that his supposed sister was right. This sense of denial, often displays itself in a form of frustration. Frustration that in turn hampers his ability to cast appropriately in combat by overshooting his magic (either by putting too much or using too little) the more frustrated he becomes, or the higher his own anxiety spikes in high tense situations.
  
  When under the high of the Pull, Ifechi becomes exceptionally focused on the task at hand, and incredibly dismissive of his morals the longer he is under the Pull's sway. He begins to see his allies less like people, and more like chess pieces that factor into the question of the game. His concern for the life of others, excluding his own, drops significantly at the worst of its effects- and this is what specifically terrifies him, because the one time he let the Pull take him that far- he practically nearly killed and decommissioned several of his own friends.
  
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  Magical Potency: Tier 3 (without Gloves)​
  
  Soul Type
  A bright orange soul, that possesses fragments of what can be equated to magma or earth, hovering around the soul in orbit. These fragments glow with the same light as Ifechi's soul, and ignite when he taps into his full might.
  
  Combat Style: As a Sorcerer, Ifechi's combat style focuses in ranged combat in general, however- due to the nature of how he started out his training as a Mage, deciding to incorporate aspects of Martial arts to allow himself to be more dynamically fluid and not pinned down against a speedy opponent, he was trained by his father and pit himself against Meister-Weapon pairs throughout his time in DWMA to fight in CQC in the name of making himself more than a one-trick-pony, and to give himself the opportunity to incorporate more unique skills. He is exceptional in ranged forms of combat due to his use of Demon Tools, and has no problem engaging opponents of freaky strength in CQC combat through the additional use of his Demon Tools.
  
  Primary Magic: Earth Magic; Is the primary form of magic that Ifechi uses, giving him the ability to conjure earth, clay, sand, or other forms of earthly matter to use in spells or to use with his Demon Tool Gloves.
  
  Secondary: Fire Magic; Is the secondary form of magic that he uses in supplement to his earth based magic or to affect his environment in different ways. With both his Primary and secondary, he can create Lava Magic, which would fall under Tier 4 level.
  
  Spells
  
  Spoiler: List

  Stone Bullet: Conjures stone either the size of a mini car or the size of a pebble and can be shot in a direction at varying speeds depending on the size. At the size of a fist it can generally be launched at the max speed of a 135mph, however the larger it gets, the slower it will become. When conjured it takes less than 1 up to 5 seconds for a bullet to be usable depending on the size.
  
  This spell can be used in two other applications either together or independently.
  

  
  + Smoldering Arrows: Is a fire based spell application that combines with Stone Bullet to create magma based projectiles. Can affect nine projectiles at once. These projectiles can be broken further into smaller projectiles that can be sent in the same direction when they make contact with the ground or while in mid air to multiply their effect.
  
  + Angular Shot: Allows Stone Bullets to be remotely controlled to act as 'homing' projectiles. Projectiles can be turned at an angle provided they are within sight. At max can only do this on three selected bullets which will glow as long as this spell is being actively used. Each adjustment he makes to the direction of a shot costs mana.
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  Temperature Resistance: Grants him a immunity to heat going up to 1900 in Farenheit, giving his body (and clothes) a resistance to high temperatures, and also gives him a heightened resistance to low temperatures below 32 degrees Farenheit. This spell can be used on allies to give them temporary resistance to his more firey attacks but must be reapplied after thirty seconds. Using it on allies is more draining then using it on himself alone.
  
  Entomb: Converts earthly matter into mud or sand with a sinking quality, slowing down an individual's movement capability. This spell covers a range of thirty feet depending on the amount of mana used and spreads outwards in a circular radius from Ifechi.
  
  Coffin Snare: Is a spell that shifts the earth into a entombed prison, the shape of which is at Ifechi's decision, that uses a circle of runes to surround a target in the span of a second. This spell works like a tier two spell, and can be used to encase or entomb both enemies and allies.
  
  Magic Sense: Ability to detect mana from the environment, items, or others.
  
  (Passive) Earthly Sense: Is a passive talent taking Magic Sense and adapting it into a radar ability that only affects anything in contact with the ground. With the Gem on his forehead Ifechi can freely use his Seismic Sense spell to be active in a passive manner without repeatedly having to cast the spell. In it's passive state he can sense minor shifts in his environment around him within a forty foot radius.
  
  (Active) Seismic Sense: Is a spell that is used on earthly matter by emitting a magical vibration in a stationary position to interact with anything that the vibration makes contact with. The greater the range, the more mana he must use, but due to the Jewel on his forehead, the overall drain of mana is mitigated. Seismic Sense is used passively to create the ability Earthly Sense. This spell in particular allows him to have a clairvoyance with things in his immediate environment that are grounded from the tiniest movement to gauge the physical location, form and structure by anything touched by his spell. Allowing him to apply it to perceive things both underneath the earth and around him so long as they are in contact with the ground; gauge the distance between targets or locations, and utilize it for possible tracking, as well as granting him the ability to perceive things without requiring eyesight. When it is used Actively, depending on the mana he uses, Ifechi can extend his range to 3 miles at max, but by default sticks to a range of 100 to 300 ft to due how difficult he finds to decipher details if it goes beyond 300ft.
  
  Locator Mark: Is a spell that applies a rune of the same form found on the back of his gloves to a specific target like a temporary tattoo and allows his Seismic Sense to react to the rune on that target. This spell requires physical contact and can be used to specifically to 'highlight' targets when Seismic Spell is being actively used at a larger range. The spell was created specifically to make it easier to track down individuals during the conflict days of the Congo-Nigeria war. With the Locator Mark, he can apply it to up to three individuals. The rune itself will fade within a period of thirty minutes once it has been applied, but can actively be cancelled by Ifechi at will and does not give him any sense of where a Marked target is, unless the rune has reacted to his spell.
  
  Demon Tools
  Jewel: Is a exceptionally durable jewel on his forehead that was created through the combined effort of his mother, and grandmother following his specific instructions. A Demon Tool magically synced to his body and connects to the nerves like a sensory organ and must be deactivated to be removed otherwise it is a painful process to remove it. This jewel allows him to passively use Seismic Sense with an exceptionally limited mana drain thanks to the rune inscribed within its casing.
  
  Gaea Gloves: Are Demon Tools that allow him to mold and manipulate earth. Each Glove has a specific function.
  
  

  Left Glove: Raises / Conjures earth of a given size dependent on the amount of mana utilized.
  
  Right Glove: Allows for the manipulation / molding / control of raised / conjured earth dependent on mana used.
  
  Both Gloves: Allows for the earth to be transformed into Lava that can be manipulated. Provided Arcel can keep both gloves clasped together.​

  
  Capability: With his gloves Ifechi is capable of manipulating and sculpting his immediate environment within a range of four hundred feet. Using the very earth around him, he can utilize the runes of his gloves to create staff like weapons; mold to form walls, platforms, create spikes, and sculpt surfaces; as well as is capable of manipulating the earth to launch himself or others in a direction. When used in combination with his grimoire he can launch projectiles and combine spells with his Demon Tool use to create combination moves.
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  Gaea Gloves | Demon Tool; Gaea Gloves are demon tools that utilize Enchanter magic concepts allowing Arcel to control and manipulate the earth through his gloves; each glove possesses a specific function through the runes inscribed on them, and when utilized in unison create a new function that they can be applied to. His gloves have a black, rust, and cobalt blue theme. The runes on his gloves have a exceptionally faint glow barely visible in even the dark when he is using them.
  
  Jewel of Ark | Demon Tool: Is a special jewel that utilizes a rune that allows him to actively maintain his Seismic Sense ability. This item was made with help of his mother and grandmother, as well as one relative within House Astraeus.
  
  Grimoire of Ark: Is the Grimoire that contains the strongest utility spells that Arcel has at his disposition and can be applied to his stone / earth based focused magic to apply secondary effects to his spells. He created it at the age of 8 through the aid of his grandmother.
  
  Combat Knife
  
  Communicator
  
  Magic Disruptor: To cancel out the more dangerous nature of his magic and prevent him from utilizing spells. However this does not prevent him from using his Demon Tools.
  
  Incapacitator Collar: Is a precautionary measure. While he has not shown any lapses, the furious bloodthirst and almost mindless rage that Ifechi displayed during his episodes in Africa were concerns enough to warrant that he receive the collar anyway, and while he does not display such drastic episodes anymore.
  
  
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  Spoiler: Relatives

  
  Ella Craullith | Señora: Ella, Ifechi's grandmother called only by him as Grangran- but everyone else Señora. Ella has taught at Guild and has been an ally of DWMA since the early years of the Guild's foundation and growth. Her record dates back more than four decades, and she was known to be a voice of reason that pushed for the integration of more Witch members in its early years and was known to travel to other parts of the world to act as a mouth piece and an advocate for Witches being allowed to reintegrate back into society. However while Kidd's status and the Second Witch Hunt proved Witches could really do good by being allowed to join up with society, Ella's constant vocal opinion, played a minor, yet helpful role, being a voice that vouched for Wiccan kind constantly. She as a result has the respect of many Witches both on Earth and in the Realm, not just for her support, but also in the fact she has been displayed to be just as deadly a fighter in combat, as she can be a debater. Particularly known in parts of the government- Ella's status among the Guild, is one of sweetness, at least outside of the classroom- where she becomes a lot more stern.
  
  

  
  Lucas Felix Duulwin | Archer: Ella's son, and a member of the famous Duulwin family. A Three Star among the Guild. The Duulwin's are long standing allies of DWMA, and have been allies of DWMA since the fourth century. Ancient, and exceptionally loyal, they originate from one of the members of the First Demon Weapons, and unlike most of his relatives- despite not possessing any Witch heritage in their bloodline, Lucas and other ancient members of the family, were anomalies who did display the potential for performing magic. Ostracized a bit for his magical aptitude, Lucas took his magical studies seriously and his mother was a terribly strict tutor. He flourished in magic, and then went on to show up his cousins in the DWMA by becoming a member of the guild. Where most Mages worked on spells from a Grimoire, most of Felix's spells were built around the concept of aiding him in his research and design. Through his career he built a magical armory and went on to create all kinds of Demon Tool weapons, his first being a Demon Tool Bow and Demon Arrows. Later moving on to creating Demon Tools that were woven as part of his clothes. By the time he was a Two Star, Felix had made more than twelve different Demon Tools within his career as a One Star. He went on to design a multitude of Demon Tools to aid him in his use with his Demon Tool Bow, and then went on to design armor. He is particularly well-known for aiding in designs with magictech as something of an analyst and tester, and has been known to play on the field less lately than he used to.
  
  

  
  Estelle Astraeus | Umbra: Ifechi's mother, tied with Noir in power, and the youngest of the six Astraeus sisters from House Astraeus. House Astraeus in particular is a well known High Court ranked House of the upper class synonymous. Powerful long range mage in ice, light, and the natural draconic shape shifting magic of Astraeus. Particularly well known for terrorizing Eastern Asia, Estelle's fame did not always start out positive- prior to the treaty of DWMA, House Astraeus were one of the few noble houses from the Realm, that seemed unlikely to side with EAT. However after a period of time of neutrality and a private meeting with Queen Maba, they remained faithful to the Queen, and avoided the path of being excommunicated and hunted by a narrow margin. Estelle's fame particularly stems from her ferocity on the field against Outlaw Witches, both in the US, and back in her posting in other countries during the Second Witch Hunt era of the 2020s to 30s. Among the Witches that participated in these hunts the Phoenixes, Astraeus and a few other Witch houses are those named for being particularly brutal and praise worthy in the Realm. Unlike her lover Felix, she remains active on the field. And has trained in field combat from time to time/
  
  - Ifechi's fame since arriving to the US strictly stems from media coverage of his displays during the Congo-Nigerian war's 3 month period. He and other agents gained quite a bit of fame for their actions, and that fame followed them, going as far as to when he arrived in America. His face and stage name Ark, is well known as a result. His fame rekindled on social media after the Shar incident, and since then he has made it a habit to wear disguises to hide his hair and eyes.
  
  - Due to the unnecessary fame, Ifechi has made his appearance scarce, and often wears a disguise. Particularly a wig. While he is not insanely famous, his surname is quite so, as well as some of his own relatives in both DWMA and the Realm. The fact he gained fame personally for his actions in the war, did not help him when the incident with Shar was over.
  
  - In a private meeting with his mother and Aunt Noir Ifechi asked about Shar, who she was, and if the name rang any bells since the deceased witch had some familiarity with them. Ifechi was given the cold shoulder and dismissed immediately from the table. That was back in January, to this day- his mother has been avoiding the topic every time he brings it up- and his other aunts, have been avoiding him explicitly. No one in the family will respond to the question of: Who is Shar, and he has given up in trying to find out.
  
  - Ifechi is an exceptional dancer. Cannot sing for the life of him, but his dance moves- beyond insane.
  
  - The idea to incorporate martial arts into his fighting style stemmed from his friends using his father as an example, during a complaint he made when venting to them about how his dad was pushing him into Taekwondo lessons. He went on to add in other martial arts along the way.
  
  - Ifechi has a powerful love for Magical experimentation, an influence of his Pull.
  
  - Has an impressive amount of mana for a sorcerer.
  
  
  

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Iris Narcissa ba Sitheris
"One more word and I'll feed you to the fucking weevils."

Basic Information

Age
Twenty

Gender
Female

Species
Witch

Height
Six Feet

Hair Color
Black, Dyed Salmon

Eye Color
Blue

General Appearance
When Iris first enters a room, the most immediately noticeable feature would be the mild smell of cigarettes followed in close second by a scowl that tells you she cares not to hear about your objections to the former. Perhaps it'd be more secondary features to her attractive build if not for her refusal to wear anything less comfortable than track pants, hoodies and tank tops - much to the dismay of her family. However, her painted nails, hairstyle and accessory glasses betray a past wherein she once paid more mind to her looks than she now does.

The tattoos on her arms, chest and neck are all reflections of her pride in her lineage, detailing serpent shapes and tough scales. Generally speaking, Iris seldom displays a very wide variety of emotions. Usually she alternates between violent fury or arrogant smirking, both of which readily show off her unnaturally sharp canines and many furrows on her brows. Similar to the attention she pays her nails, there are also tiny dimples on cheeks, telling of a time where she smiled more.

Personality & Bio

Personality
Hell hath no fury, was it? Iris is a thin filament, barely containing the raging inferno at perceived insolence. Still, there is no such thing as madness tugging at her mind, and even her occasional submittal to The Pull of Magic always comes with the prideful stipulation that it shall always be used to protect what matters to her - no, Iris, despite her arrogance and tactlessness, is first and foremost furious because of her strange upbringing.

It is hard to expect others to have any understanding for your frustration or pain and not just mock you for the silver spoon you've been force fed. Iris happily veils her real issues with sharp mean wits or explosive anger, open to the idea of camaraderie but unafraid to state her own very harsh and sometimes cruel opinions of any other individual, often putting her at odds with her contemporaries. Still, she wouldn't change a thing. At least sowing discord was more fun than sitting in a circle singing kumba-fucking-ya.

F.A.T.E Status
While her behavioral issues alone might lead many to consider her a Type A agent, Witches are seldom held to the same standard of compatibility as Meisters or Weapons. In reality, her attendance in F.A.T.E is a strictly political one, with the focus of the DWMA being to retain good relations with her family. The proud ba Sitheris witch lineage is one of direct descent from Maba herself, so when they demanded a place for their "misdirected" daughter within the newly planned F.A.T.E project, public relations was forced to concede.

She is a Type E agent under these conditions, but certainly does not stand to lose anything from learning to rein in her emotions.

Biography
The "ba" part of any Witch's clan name often speaks volumes more than the name itself. It is tantamount to a protected title in human society, denoted a lineage that's directly related to the grand Witch Maba. Clan Sitheris, much like many others, happily threw the honorific around to gain attention and favor from organizations and powerful people alike. The magically powerful blood in their veins offered them a natural inclination to the magics of the elusive Hydras, terrifyingly powerful creatures of great rarity, and much like their clan monster, the Sitheris were in love with might and control.

Their focus was pride, power, respect and loyalty. The family followed a strict hierarchy, and the Matriarch's word was always law. Iris was born during the chaotic times of the first MIBVI outbreaks where many favors were called in from Witch dynasties, and as such she quickly fell from the attention of her clan as their newest and least important member. In fact, there was a short time in her infancy where she was raised and named by her father - but that soon came to pass, as the masculine influence in her life would surely bring weakness.

Instead, Iris was raised by servant staff that was whipped to worship the very ground she walked on. Her mother, Arcturia, deemed herself far too busy and important to even come visit her daughter, and a quiet resentment was birthed within Iris' heart. Why would her mother not see her? Where did father go? Where was the rest of the clan? Why was she so alone, so specially treated, so far from all the other witches her age? She wondered but found no answers, none that seemed to satisfy either way.

As she grew older, it came with increasing freedoms. Besides her private tutors, she began joining other clans in their training to gain some real experience. It soon became clear that her blood truly did set her aside from the average witch, as what she'd considered simple magical tricks was enough to outmatch any of her contemporaries. She was physically faster and stronger than them, and casted clever incantations and spells quicker than they had an opportunity to react - but as she'd felt alone at the top of her world for long, this was no longer the case. Those witches she came into contact with were humble, unlike anyone she'd met in her own clan. They became her friends, and they did not adhere to the hierarchy of her clan. Among them, she was equal, and they showed her that there was more to life than power and fame. Sure, she might've picked up smoking cigarettes, dressing differently and speaking less formally from them, but they taught her passion and freedom. With them, she was someone. Happy. Ambitious. She had a good reason, finally.

This was unacceptable. By the time Iris turned 18, Arcturia finally deemed her old enough to deserve some attention. After all, Iris had been an investment, and she needed to see how it turned out. Her disappointment was complete as she ordered her daughter to attend a clan meeting and was simply met with a "No, not interested." That single comment, the only one ever acknowledged by the ba Sitheris from her, got the entire clan up in arms. They quickly launched an investigation and found that she had been fraternizing with lowly clans, shirking her studies in favor for going on adventures, and completely abandoned the core values of the clan.

They immediately shut down all of it. Iris didn't understand what was going on. Though her servants tried to teach her the family values at a young age, they quickly gave up when she told them to eat dirt at the beginning of her teenage years. She excelled at her magics and saw no reason to revisit the basics with her tutors every week. She'd always had a huge allowance she could do whatever with. She never even talked to another member of her family before. Not once, and now they took away her entire world. Banned her from seeing her friends, taking her belongings from her, placing her under house arrest. She was under fire from every side, berated in every conversation, and she was pissed.

Eventually she just said fuck it, and attempted to storm out of the front door. Several servants and clansmen threw themselves in her way, but she was a full-blooded descendant of Maba and tossed them all aside. Then, Arcturia appeared, and with her centuries of experience easily incapacitated her only daughter, and brought her before a court of Witches.

Iris didn't have a say. She was gagged and bound, accused of everything from rebellion to desertion to insurrection to heresy, and nearly sentenced permanent exile before a sister she didn't even knew she had spoke up. She told the court of the new expansions within the DWMA, and how she believed a bit of formal education would do the rebellious youth good. In the end, Iris was dishonorably stripped of her official status within the clan, had a seal placed on her to repress the majority of her magical abilities, and was shipped off to the DWMA where she was to "learn some manners" that she might regain their faith one day, if she returned begging on her knees.

Of course, Iris isn't interested, but she wants her own God damned powers back.

Magic

Lernaean Arcana
The household magics of Clan ba Sitheris is a series of arts derived from the rare and powerful creatures known as Hydras. Their vast reserves of innate magic allows them to master these rare disciplines of biomancy, vitriomancy and transmutation to become close combat masters beyond the limitations of ordinary witches. Due to the restrictions placed upon her ability to manipulate magic, Iris can no longer combine and freely bolster her spells entirely freely. All the same, her combination of physical magical disciplines allows her to reach extreme bursts of pure physical strength by way of long-lasting physical altercation spells and retention of muscle mass.

Magical Potency
In terms of raw force, Iris was teetering on the brink of fifth level magical potency prior to having her magic sealed, but is now confined to having to make quick and accurate use of first or simple second tier spells.

Focused Disciplines

Regeneration - [Biomancy] - An inherent spark of magic force all members of ba Sitheris to deny death its grasp on their physical forms. With the pureblooded members this could go as far as surviving otherwise fatal injuries and quickly recuperating in the midst of combat several times over, but Iris' hampered magic could at most restore a limb if strained. Iris uses this ability to maintain her physical strength and durability beyond the limits of humans, and to keep herself from getting fatigued in the heat of combat.

Partial Transformation - [Biomancy/Transmutation] - Once Iris bore the skin of the Hydra over her own as if donning a coat, but now the massive muscles and tough scales seem to fit her poorly. Her most potent form of offense comes in the form of partially transforming claws, tough hide and brawn onto her body to physically assault her opponent, and at most form an extra limb.

Acid Biology - [Vitriomancy/Transmutation] - The legendary Hydra's blood and breath are all suffused with poison and acids, and ba Sitheris answers in kind. Iris can transform her mouth to accommodate for dangerously corrossive acids that she can spit at targets within medium range, and transform her lungs to produce toxins with her every exhale, endangering all who are close enough to breathe it. At its most powerful Iris can currently muster, she may fire off a fist sized bolt of acid up to fifty feet capable of digging through steel alloys, but she finds it more functional in smaller more clever applications.

Physiological Alteration - [Biomancy] - Halfway between transforming into a Hydra and stitched your wounds back together comes the school of magic catering to the repurposing of biological reactions. The main purpose of this ability is for Iris to gain function and control over secondary limbs she creates, but she's found other minor uses for it, such as firing off her hydra scales as mid-range slashing attacks. This ability in combination with her expertise with partial transformation can elevate her physical might far into the realms of fantasy for the briefest moment, but as this drains her mana faster than anything else it is the very last option for her.

Minor Disciplines & Applications

Biological Decay - [Biomancy/Transmutation/Vitriomancy] - Though not one of her focuses, this magic is so very similar to the ones she already uses to transform that it was easy to learn now that she needed more tricks up her sleeve. It is not the ability to force decay upon others, but rather the ability to mitigate loss of energy and power. In combat she often "sheds" her transformed limbs as sacrifices to gain an opening, and using this magic she can reabsorb some of her energy from said limb before separating from it like a salamander losing its tail - sometimes even imbuing it with acid, should the limb shatter from the blow it absorbs and spread vitriol around it.

Spark Manipulation - [Pyromancy] - Iris taught herself minor Pyromancy as a passion project, which has now been reduced to little more than the ability to create sparks of heat. She's found some use in this, as combining this heat with the gases some compounds create when broken down with her acid can create explosions, making many corroded spots on a battle field into potential land mines.

Arcane Senses - [Arcane] - Sensing and understanding magic is second nature to a natural talent, and no level of seal will undo that.

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[simj26]

Miroku

Silver Bullet

Age:
20

Gender:
Female

Species:
Human

Traits:
Weapon

Height:
190 cm

Hair Color(s):
Ashen grey

Eye Color(s):
Yellow

General Appearance:

Spoiler

A tall, athletic woman with lean musculature, long, silver hair, and cold, grey eyes. Her body is marred with numerous scars as a result of her violent tendencies and her failed conquests against Mages and Witches alike.

Personality:
Chillingly furious, is what most would say about her. It is no secret to those who are familiar with her that she wants to paint the walls red with the blood of Witches, but her cool, calm, almost apathetic demeanour almost always gives those she meets for the first time the wrong idea about her. She is, by far, the most consumed by her need for vengeance that anything and anyone in her path will find knives aimed straight at their throats. She is on a warpath, and she seeks That Witch so she can end the hatred tearing away at her heart.

It isn’t that she hates all Magic Users and Witches. Far from it. She genuinely feels bad after attacking one that did not deserve it, but she pushes her guilt all the way down. She didn’t have time to feel, she didn’t have time to pity them. She had to save all her energy to pursue her mark. Every second she spends crying over every drop of spilled milk was a second she spent not training, not readying herself for the grand finale of her or That Witch’s life. Even if everyone hates her, even if she was marked as a monster, she didn’t care. Her duty and calling were her focus. She would grieve and make amends after she was done. Maybe she might not be alive to do it. Either way, the people she has wronged will receive their recompense.

She does not trust anyone, and the less said about her trust issues with Magic Users and Witches, the better. She sees Meisters as a tool for her vengeance. Approaching her is akin to approaching the eye of a storm. She doesn’t like people in general, and prefers to keep to herself. Everything she does, every order she follows, is simply a stepping stone for her towards the end of her hunt, whether it is to make herself stronger, or to get herself closer to her goal, she will do it. There are times that she shows surprising restraint to debase herself so she can curry favour (as much as she can, anyway) with others. After she has achieved what she has set out to do, though, she returns quietly to her cold, apathetic self.

It is notable that her hate and spite have yet to completely take over her common sense and ability. There is a respectable level of self-control, despite what her records say about her, and motivation that powers her through the inviting madness, and the noise that her own soul generates

F.A.T.E. Status:
Miroku has assaulted several people in the past unprovoked, and is prone to disturbingly calm fits of anger, resulting in her being placed in the original Paean Program. Most of her fury is directed solely towards Magic Users and Witches in general, and she has broken a great number of rules and regulations, and has disobeyed direct commands and orders from superiors for the sake of her own twisted sense of justice. She dropped out of DWMA after increasing amounts of 'incidents', and disappeared out into the wild for a time. During this period, she has been reported to have assaulted Agents of DWMA. She later came back to the DWMA to make another attempt at her training there. Her reasons are clear enough, and due to that and her records, she has been placed in FATE as a way to monitor her and to see if she could feasibly turn away from that path that so consumed her.

Compared to her Paean years, she has calmed down significantly after some remedials, and is more likely to listen to orders, but still holds an insurmountable level of hatred and anger towards Magic as a whole. It is advisable for her to be kept at a distance from fellow Magic Users, or to be at least tethered in some way to someone who can control her. There are exceptions to this, such as when attempting to increase her tolerance levels of people who utilise Magic.

She has been advised to remain in her Weapon form so as to 'not cause any further incidents' during deployment, but even then, any Meister partnered with her may need to be wary, in case her own bloodlust overrides their common sense.

History:
Miroku’s parents were a werewolf and a human demon weapon. The former had fled his clan, in an attempt to find a life outside, before meeting her mother, a recent graduate from the NOT classes, who cared for him after finding him almost starved to death outside of her office. They were married much later, and they had little Miroku. Miroku attended a fairly normal school, and though she was ostracised by her peers, she always found comfort in her parents’ arms. They loved her, and though they occasionally argued, they loved each other as well. She was happy with that life. She was glad to be alive with her parents.

That Witch entered her life when she was 10. She was a friend of her parents, and though Miroku started off being apprehensive of her, she soon found another friend in That Witch. She never knew her name, and only called her Ms. Witch. She didn’t mind. She was funny, she was strong, and most of all, she didn’t care that Miroku was what she was. Things changed when she was 15. Miroku returned home to find a crowd surrounding it. The small apartment was thrashed badly, with everything inside destroyed. She could barely make out some blood stains across the floor. Whispers from the crowd mentioned that That Witch had visited earlier. Just before the police was called, the neighbours had heard noises from within, but by the time others had come over to investigate, all that was left was the mess. Miroku was escorted to safety, and was told to wait while the police searched for her parents and That Witch. 48 hours passed, and there were no results. Weeks passed, and there was no news. Slowly, her mind began to warp the facts. That Witch must have killed them. She took away the one thing in her life that gave her any comfort. She packed her things into a small bag, and set off to find her parents and That Witch, herself, her way. She couldn’t trust the people to find them for her. She had to do it herself.

Her aimless wandering soon brought her to the DWMA, the only place that had any agency to the knowledge and to hunting witches. There was no question about it- she had to join the DWMA as a student, as a stepping stone towards the truth and her vengeance. It did not start well. Within the first year alone, she assaulted several Magic Users after losing herself, injuring both them and herself. Her self-destructive inclinations were a hazard not only to the people around her, but also herself, and she was subsequently placed in the Paean Program knowing that if she failed this, she would not be able to continue her hunt properly, she forced her fury and anger down, suppressing it as much as she could. This worked, for the time being, until her anger lashed out again. Distraught and furious at the DWMA and, mostly, herself, she dropped out of the DWMA and the Paean Program entirely, trying again to furiously cut her way to the truth that lingered just out of reach. Many moons passed, and she forged herself and her skills through the fires of wanton battles of her own, going as far as to accost several Mage agents of the DWMA during her investigations. Many of these encounters, however, have left her running away with her tail between her legs and licking her own wounds. Once more, she was enveloped in anger and frustration. She was getting nowhere. No answers without getting stronger, and, alone, she was not going to shatter that ceiling that impeded her. She needed power.

She resigned herself to rejoining the DWMA again. Her records lingered with her, however, and she was only allowed back in if she were to take up the next phase of the Paean Program, F.A.T.E.. Still sore from her experience, she begrudgingly accepted. Her hatred had not been quelled, but the results of her last attempt had given the lone wolf some thought. If she sought the power she needed to make her own path, she needed to push that seething, boiling hatred down, if only for the time being. She understands that this is her last chance, and she has dived once more, into the breach, so she can get her vengeance.


Items on your person:
She is fairly minimalistic, only carrying a mobile phone and some cash on her person at all times.

Soul Type:
Her soul has a green hue with pink streaks swirling around it. It has two spikes atop of it that resemble wolf ears. Its hitodama flickers erratically. It possesses the Murderous Wavelength, and she does little to hide it. Her soul generates so much noise at any time, that perceiving it and identifying her is fairly easy, but the cacophony that rings out from it is disruptive and almost distracting at times, and negates other sound-based wavelengths.

Weapon Type:
Shotgun

Unique Traits:
Her Weapon form resembles a heavily modified SPAS-12, bearing a wooden fore-end and stock. Its stock is unable to be folded and is always extended. The most glaring addition to the weapon is what seems to be an ax head clamped and bolted to its barrel. Its trigger guard has been removed entirely, and the trigger itself has been replaced with a crossbow's tickler to allow for its wielder to have an impromptu hand guard, as well as to minimise movement of the hand to access the gun's trigger. Furthermore, the stock that the weapon uses does not seem to possess a standard SPAS-12 grip, and is also thinner than the natural SPAS-12 stock, as if to guide the user to operate it as if wielding an axe rather than a shotgun.

The weapon seems to be in rather bad condition, scarred with multiple scratches across its body, and its blade is stained with blood that just doesn't seem to wash out. It functions just fine, however. One does wonder, though, just how much of this jury-rigged shotgun reflects its human self: a beaten-up, whatever-works weapon focusing on attempting to function rather than appearance. Her weapon form, naturally, fires flechettes of compressed wavelengths.

Resonance Techniques and Skills:
Murderous Wavelength: Miroku's soul is plagued by the excessive sound-generating Murderous Wavelength, allowing her to be completely immune to sound-based wavelengths. It is remarkably loud, to the point that it is almost impressive that it hasn't killed her yet. It is one of the most load-bearing problems that she has when it comes to pairing up with a Meister, as getting through the sheer wall of the noise her soul generates is one of the necessary obstacles they have to overcome in the first place.

Partial Transformation: Miroku is capable of morphing one of her limbs into a barrel of a shotgun with an axe blade attached to it, similar to the one on her weapon form.

Self Resonance: Her years spent of having Meisters come and go in her life, as well as time spent striking it out in the wild as a lone wolf, have led her to attempt to learn and study Self Resonance with some Meisters who were at least willing to teach her. Her attempts do not give her as much of a boost as she would otherwise render to a Meister, but it is enough for her to function halfway decently in combat.

Brawler: She is self-trained in close-quarters combat, but the mishmash mix of various styles have made her a proficient brawler when it comes down to it.

Partner:
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[EmperorsChosen]

• Identifying Information
• Psychiatric Profile
• Background Information
• Soul
• Techniques

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  Name: Eloise “Elly” Keegan (O’Quinn)
  
  Age: 20
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Species: Human
  
  Height: 5’4”
  
  Weight: 126 lbs
  
  Hair Color(s): Brunette
  
  Eye Color(s): Blue
  
  General Appearance: Eloise is a woman standing at a five feet four inches and weighing approximately 126 pounds. Her coffee-colored hair is wavy and long, usually allowed to lay at its full length and reaching down to her shoulder blades. She has kind, blue eyes that can at times hold a piercing stare that seems to see right through the person holding her attention at the moment and her lips are typically twisted into some variance of a smirk or smugness. For clothing, Eloise is quite the fashionable girl, appearing to put effort into what she wears out and how she looks. She doesn't have any adornments that are typical to her, though she does seem to put consideration into practicality when the outfit is going to be present on a mission or see combat.
  
  Partner: N/A
  
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  Personality: Eloise is a woman of several faces. With her background, she has developed the habit of altering how she behaves slightly depending on the situation to suit what's most optimal for the person she's dealing with as well as to get what she wants. Shrewd and a little manipulative, her true colors depict exactly the kind of environment she was brought up in. Typically, however, she presents herself as an outgoing and polite, if not smug, young woman. Most facial expressions consist of some form of a smile, smirk, or grin and Eloise does seem to take some pleasure in teasing others
  
  However, while outwardly she conducts herself well enough, inwardly is a different story. Unsurprising for one who could seldom trust even her own family, Eloise is someone who doesn't believe she can put her faith in another, at least not fully. She feels she must be the one in control of the reins, or at least have her hands on them, at all times to ensure her own security. As such, she is also rather selfish, prioritizing her own gains over that of others and keeps most everyone at arm's length even if it doesn't feel like that.
  
  Additionally, Eloise prides herself on her interpersonal skills and ability to read people. Due to this, when one does manage to read her, it usually results in her own, rare, flustering.
  
  F.A.T.E. Status: Type E - Eloise was placed as an E Class Fate Agent for obvious reasons to those in the know. With her mob affiliations and general personality, there is much to be desired when it comes to faith in the woman. However, given her track record within the DWMA, her Soul Perception, as well as the intel provided against The Loch, she was deemed to be an asset worth investing in with restraints.
  
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  Born in the heart of Ireland, Eloise found herself at the parentage of mobsters. The O’Quinn family was one sect of a larger Irish crime syndicate known as “The Loch”, specializing in narcotics production and smuggling of said products, as well as human trafficking. Additionally, they had not only survived under the reign of the DWMA, but thrived due to its roots in the local branch dating many decades back. During the era of the hunt, the family would sell information and subtly aid in the capture of outlaw witches as well as stemming the uprising of any terrorist sects. When the second plague came, The Loch altered their focus from illegal narcotic production to supplying the DWMA with resources to supply and distribute the vaccine. Of course, this wasn't altruistic behavior. It was in the family's interest for the DWMA to succeed and due to the urgency of the situation, the negotiations of any deals were quick and mostly smooth.
  
  Due to this close relationship with the DWMA, Eloise was fortunate enough to have the MIBV presence in her area controlled fairly early on into the pandemic and given a vaccine while young. Yet, while fortunate in that regard, she was unfortunate enough to be inducted into the family business early on as well. With her city’s spread of madness under relative control and the forces of the DWMA focused on maintaining that control, The Loch was additionally able to act more freely for a time and deepen its roots within local industries.
  
  Early on, Eloise wasn’t made to take on positions of great importance, however her family did little to conceal their activities from those within it, even bringing her along on “business trips”. Perhaps even worse, the girl proved to be a sponge when it came to learning the trade.
  
  Eloise knew the smell and manner of production of various drugs at a far younger age than anyone should, as well as where and how to hide them and other “industry tricks”. She schooled at private institutions until enrolling in the local DWMA branch upon coming of age. She justified this and entering the EAT program as superior training and networking. Partially, that was truthful, however given the family’s lack of full-fledged members within EAT, it was one of the few places Eloise could act without being suffocated by her family’s watch. Still, she also found the idea of building bridges for herself within the DWMA would be pragmatic. It as well helped that Eloise was as much of a sponge in the program as at home, absorbing information rather quickly. She was a good fighter, however she more often relied upon her wit and advanced level of perception to play at her opponent's emotions. She was tactical and measured in her approaches to situations and, paired with her Super Soul Perception, this made her a top choice for specialized assignments and autonomy. Eloise earned favor with one mentor in particular who believed greatly in her potential as a meister. At the same time, Eloise was educating in less reputable subjects when she returned home, and taking to that knowledge in much the same fashion.
  
  Honestly, she didn’t see her family’s practice as malicious or morally repugnant. It was “normal”. Even if it were, the girl wasn’t empathetic enough to worry about the lives of those she didn’t know versus the quality of her own. No, her own standard of living was absolutely paramount.
  
  If she were to critique her family’s activities, it would be the cutthroat nature of the business. Obviously, being a gang, the family wasn’t approved of by the DWMA despite any assistance rendered. In fact, much the opposite could be said. All assistance rendered was under the table and all contacts or seeds within the DWMA weren't advertised. However, there was also the internal politics of the syndicate that was a cause of concern. Although family in name and when facing an external threat, in all other cases everyone was constantly observing opportunities to move up the food chain, both within the family and the syndicate at large. As a result, when Eloise’s grandfather, the Godfather of her family, passed away, it left quite the power vacuum.
  
  Eloise’s father was a middle-child of his brood, yet also the second-in-line for the position. This made him a target for his aunts and uncles, who took the opportunity to stake a hit on him, his wife, and Eloise. Unfortunately, both Eloise’s parents were murdered one fateful day with the girl avoiding it only as she was called upon for a sudden dispatch by the DWMA. She learned of the death from her uncle when she returned home, claiming it was the work of another family. However, Eloise was anything but dim-witted. She was raised in this environment from a young age, after all. She had only a small amount of experience comparatively, but she had knowledge from her father, a fairly sharp wit, and instinct for the business, plus the ability to read souls.
  
  It was highly likely that her uncle or another of her father’s siblings put the hit out, and there was no guarantee that an attempt on her life wouldn’t be next. Thus, Eloise played the part of the distraught and angered daughter, ever trusting her uncle’s word and supporting his would-be promotion. That was, until she had the chance to do what her family had done to survive for decades. Eloise sought out one of her mentors. She was fairly confident he did not have any direct ties to her family and over the years had proven to be one of his brighter students. So, Eloise attempted a parlay. She would tattle; tell them everything that she knew. All names, ongoing deals, smuggling routes that she knew of would be sold in exchange for her safety, and at least limited freedom, to be secured.
  
  Eloise, despite her participation in her family’s nefarious activities had done quite well within the DWMA, both in the classrooms as well as the field. This made her mostly well-liked by the faculty and she had built foundations with several within the EAT program specifically. Then there was her advanced form of Soul Perception. Those points paired with the amount of information possessed as one in her position allowed her to strike a deal. With the intelligence Eloise provided, the DWMA would be able to, at the very least, significantly hinder The Loch's illegal activities and prune some of the unwanted roots within the institution. In return, Eloise would be guaranteed safety and freedom, albeit with hoops to jump through.
  
  She was a skilled meister and asset to the DWMA for her Super Soul Perception alone. However her previous affiliation left much to be desired when it came to trust. This was only exacerbated when some of the syndicate began being detained and tried. Even if they wouldn’t be free again, they made sure to get back at Eloise as much as they could by snitching as much on her as she did them. They spoke about her roles in the manufacturing process of their narcotics, establishment of smuggling and trade routes, as well as accused her of being a rat and leaking DWMA intel to the family when she could with a few hits carried out against other rival members. While the aspect of leaking information was shaky given her position, the rest wasn’t, and she was indeed guilty of some of it while being unable to disprove without a doubt that she was innocent. For the production cycle, Eloise was as involved as the rest of her family and as for the hit, it wasn’t a hit so much as defense. Eloise was a deal-maker and negotiator, not an assassin. However, sometimes these types of deals have complications, or someone wants to move the goalpost, or perhaps withdrawal or desperation makes the recipient aggressive. There was one such case of Eloise defending herself from such an attack in a deal gone south. Given her skills, the result was certainly not a deterioration of her health. However, there was enough doubt strewn with the DWMA that she was to be inducted into F.A.T.E. as a Type E agent rather than witness protection and transferred to the American branch with a new surname.
  
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  Soul Type: Incognito Soul
  Eloise’s soul is a small, light blue orb with two circles for eyes and a small curved line across the bottom half to form a smile.
  
  However, this is not how Eloise’s soul appears to any who would utilize any form of Soul Perception. To an outsider looking in, Eloise’s soul appears blurry and distorted, like an old television with poor reception. This is due to Eloise’s Distorted Wavelength.
  
  Eloise’s wavelength is a near constant hum with a few hitches and spikes, deforming the view of her soul from onlookers. While similar to Wavelength Suppression, the distortion caused by Eloise’s wavelength does not mask her soul or intent or make it appear as something else entirely like Soul Protect. Rather, it presents a barrier at the onset of perception, making her intent difficult to read yet not completely hiding the soul.
  
  When exerted into others, such as in the use of Soul Force, her wavelength presents the same blurry disruption between their souls. This is most effective against meister pairs, destabilizing resonance by a certain amount without fully disrupting it.
  
  Unfortunately, this presents an issue when syncing with a partner herself. When first introduced, her partners typically have had issues matching her wavelength due to its effects. With gradual introduction, however, her partners usually manage to adjust to and match it.
  
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  Fighting Style: Eloise is a versatile fighter. While not exactly an Irish brawler, she’s not a stranger to a scuffle on the streets and she’s received training in close quarters combat. For weapons training, she has trained in a variety of weapons including firearms, polearms and knives, showing particularly proficiency in the latter two.
  
  While certainly a technical fighter, a large part of Eloise’s strategy lies in reading her opponent—their soul, expressions, stance–and picking them apart. It isn’t unusual for the girl to have a full conversation with her opponent, goading them and playing on their anxieties and emotions. She will, for the most part, focus on defense and evasion until she can spot or create an opening, then striking mercilessly at said opening with her wavelength.
  
  Wavelength Techniques:
  Super Soul Perception: Advanced level control. Soul Perception is a core component of Eloise’s fighting style and is as well relied upon when interacting with others in a non-combative fashion. Eloise benefits from a superior sensory range than most and is as well usually capable of peering through most forms of Wavelength Suppression and even more advanced techniques like Soul Protect. Since training under Frederick Stein, Elly has greatly increased her range and perception, being able to trace mana and identify different types. She can as well see patterns within wavelengths, giving her greater ability to predict attacks and gauge the power of resonance abilities.
  
  Wavelength Amplification: Proficient. Eloise mostly trains for passive amplification of her wavelength over time rather than for active use during combat. This isn’t due to a conflict with her wavelength, but rather the woman’s preference for more precise techniques than an overall buff. Still, the passive benefits alone make training her wavelength worth it. While she isn’t likely to match someone in raw power who has active amplification a priority, Eloise is still capable of utilizing the technique to attain superhuman feats for a period of time, primarily in speed and agility. Further training has allowed her increased effects and more specific control over her wavelength and amplification of her body, being capable of focusing amplification all the way down to her fingertips.
  
  Soul Force: Proficient and prioritized in her training. Eloise took to the technique for the application in destabilizing wavelength. Elly’s wavelength affects the technique not on the onset of its application, but the after effects of it. The nature of her soul makes Soul Force more difficult to resist its effects as well as to recuperate from.
  
  Resonance Techniques:
  Basic Resonance: Proficient. As far as resonance with a partner goes, Eloise’s primary issue lies with her wavelength. Due to its nature, it does take some time for a new partner to adjust to her wavelength and properly match it. However, once the two do grow accustomed to each other, Eloise has no issue with the technical aspect of resonance. After training with Midori, she can achieve resonance with all of his forms and as well assist him in extending the blades of his swords.
  
  Complex Resonance: Proficient. Similar to Basic Resonance, Eloise has no issues with the process of Complex Resonance, even despite the extra step. However, time will still need to be spent with her partner adjusting to her wavelength. Further training with Midori has allowed her to better make use of his bow form, assist in guiding his arrows, and utilizing new techniques.
  
  • Incognito Arrow: One such technique that makes use of Elly's wavelength with Midori's bow form. This technique allows for the launch of one powerful arrow that distorts the area around it, preventing it from being perceived easily with Soul Perception.
  • Arrow Crescendo: This technique fires what appears to be a massive volley of arrows, hiding only a few truly powerful arrows within the storm while the others are all mere illusions, akin to after images.
  Chain Resonance: Entry-level applicability. Elly is now capable of maintaining a stable resonance state which can be matched by other meister-weapon teams, allowing for an overall ability increase.
  

 

[Azurian Dream]

Name
Ashi Monsera

Age
21(In the appearance of when she died)

Gender
Female

Species
"Greater Zombie" (Was Human)

Traits
Autonomous Weapon Split Chakram/ "Greater Zombie"

Height
6ft

Hair Color
Blue

Eye Color
Blue

General Appearance
In picture does not have the cat ears or tail(currently having a friend edit that picture). Her skin is riddled with blue blotches thanks to her timelock. A long gold satin glove always covers her left hand to be noted this is to avoid her most decayed part of her body being shown her left hand was one of the most damaged parts of her form thanks to the lost island making it appear every bit of the term zombie and decayed as can be. The majority of the mass is there but the decay of her flesh is very clear, and hideous scaring even the boldest to see it. Her eyes while not hollow have started to sink into her giving her a very 24/7 sour look as if she always judging people which is not the case.

Personality
Though she looks like someone steeped in a sour judging mood, that is far from her actual personality. In truth, she comes off as a businesswoman with proper etiquette, manners, and professional courtesies. She is rather calm barely phased much by anything anymore. If asked for help she is very willing to give her advice or thoughts if asked. She primarily keeps to herself unless directly spoken to or has something of worth to say. Her voice carries with it a somber feel as someone who is clearly out of touch with the times making it harder for her to interact with the going on in the world. Her mental state of being a fish out of water is very much a strong showcase of her will being stable, but sometimes a bit uncertain with her placement causing her some verbal confusion with people. Which more than on occasion makes things just awkward for everyone when she responds to them clearly with no understanding of what they actually meant. This, however, all stems towards humans in particular. Witches and Monsters along with their new standing with the world have her split on opinion. In her time the status quo was much more bloody in response to life to death, but now they are seen as regular people which has her extremely weary yet contradicted as peace has always been everyone's goal. Yet with how the world earned it has her twisted in knots with monsters who use to hunt them for a spot just as much as they did them it was the battleground for holding the line from extinction. With witches, they were a constant alarm for humanity being turned into nothing more than play things, but now humans, Witches, and monsters break bread together as if centuries upon centuries of torture, blood spill, and madness never happened. She is wary of them still no matter how much history has changed the screams, and the wars from her time fill her head any time she sees them. It's hard not to react..... and harder to stay calm with what's been done to herself.

F.A.T.E. Status
Type E Her positioning in the F.A.T.E program stems directly from her displacement in the world with her being monitored and how she reacts to all the massive changes that have taken place during her time trapped in the Magnetic field on the lost Island. Even worse, the mental strain of what she's been turned into has yet to set in as she buries the thoughts clearly in her work to become a full DWMA Agent again. It has been noted she goes out of her subconscious way to avoid monsters, hybrids, and witches with little thought avoiding all interactions. A potential powder keg lost from the time that could explode all at once if her willingness to accept what she is, and how the worlds evolved is eventually pierced through to alleviate the pain she is unwilling to release. Its to be noted that while she clearly distrusts all non-humans given her own situation she seems most lenient on reanimated beings.

History
1589 Egypt a proud weapon was born to two adoring parents, and three excited siblings into a world constantly under attack from monsters, and witches without end. If it wasn't the hunt it was the experimentation, and cruelty of the other yet the Ottoman empire was made stronger by it all willing to answer the call to protect the empire. She was no different nor was her best friend her Meister partner they served the African Branch of the DWMA in proper support or relations with the rest of the world, and to make their home proud. 1610 Egypt a young weapon had agreed to take on a group assignment with her partner Meister it was a big deal directed by the African branch to help an investigation in a far off land yet from there the memory blurs they got to the destination, it was a solid team with a simple goal... something went awfully wrong, people were swept away, something attacked, someone important died, a limb was brutally damaged, and then it kept rewinding and repeated... over... and over again. But then the cycle broke, and finally, the nightmare halted... she was free but extremely wounded. Something was wrong though with her but the disorientation made her memory fuzzy with the only clear thought being to report to the DWMA yet the years had kept going even through the repeats and the rewinds.

It was now 2064, and way too much had changed for her mind to handle. It would take a while but the mad rantings at the hospital would catch the DWMA's ears, and what was discovered was undeniably true. Everything she said matched, and what she was now was undeniably caused by where she said she had been. And though she had survived, and been found by the DWMA she had already been dead yet was still moving she had become the undead her body time-locked to her moment of death, and her soul not yet caught up with the fact it shouldn't exist any longer. Her life though over was still going, and DWMA had a hard to figuring out if they could even help. It eventually would come down to a higher decision to reinstate her agent status under the F.A.T.E Program as a survivor of the Magnetic field from the Lost Island. Yet though she's grateful for one step of stability the new world had her very wary peace with monsters, Witches, and even the new leader Kidd Death. Combined that with losing everyone she ever knew or loved. The advancement of the world has numbed her for quite some time, but thanks to the therapy session offered by the DWMA F.AT.E program, she is steadily regaining her strength and adjusted to her own fate. It is to be noted that given the unusual circumstance of her inactivity she was requested to retake the One Star Test which even without her wavelength abilities back in full force she was able to plow through with her new undead abilities, and still having a bit of retention to her semi morphing weapon usage.

Items on your person
Golden Left Hand Glove: While appearing as a usual fancy feel-good glove this material can take thrashing as it's not meant to come off by normal means to hide the grotesque hand inside. It has metal plating on the outside acting as a sort of gauntlet Even though it is not needed by any means it's more for Ashi's concerns of scaring people off.

MP3 Player: While quite alright with the advances of technology she has been sticking to this small device listening to numerous history of the world documentaries to catch up on what has been going on in the world.

Soul Type
Appearance is an orb with hollowed eyes a half-circle knife-tipped tail and her hairstyle forming on the top.

Undead Physiology
Very high endurance, increased strength, increased speed, resistance to cold, slight weakness to fire, no need to breathe, eat, drink, or sleep, can tunnel underground (or through snow) extremely quick. In reference to enhancement, her strength is more equal to a Grizzly Bear, her speed is able to match a pronghorn Antelope, and possesses an affinity with the earth, allowing her to tunnel through the ground including snow, sand, or even solid stone as if it were mere water, at speeds nearly that of what she could run at a dead sprint. She does have a form of regeneration and can reattach limbs. Yet this will only regenerate her back to her current regular point there are no methods to heal her body any further than her current status.

Weapon Type
Egyptian Autonomous Split Chakram




Unique Traits
The chakram form has a dual split form keeping the handle inside the blades reach its recommended to wear gloves if planning to use her secondary form as while it's a safe distance from the blade inexperienced users not used to a sharp hand guard will get cut. For autonomous use, her bladed edges appear on her right forearm and her left foot. Also from her time alive she also has a minor resistance to magic left over from her previous Anti-Magic Wavelength from when she was alive.

Wavelength Techniques
While having been out of the magnetic field for about 3 years she is still recovering traces of her wavelength abilities currently set to relearn minor ones like Standard Soul perception, about 30 feet for regular use and 10 feet for precise sight with the ability to track one soul signature, Wavelength Amplification, and partial weapon transformation. With amplification, her strength bolsters to feet of throwing SUVs around, tips her speed to better reflexive measures, and boosters her Stamina/Endurance to equal a literal tank until she's drained her wavelength source. At max usage, she can hold this amplification for three minutes straight at this time before feeling the drain.

Partner
She has yet to be assigned one at this time since her return to the world.​

 

[Mook-LandStrider]

Name: Evangeline Konstantine
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Traits: Weapon
Height: 5’11”
Hair Color(s): White
Eye Color(s): Amber Gold

General Appearance:
Eva’s clothing varies depending on her mood, while she can wear vibrant and darker shades she tends to wear more silky clothing or anything that she enjoys the feeling of. She enjoys a slightly baggy clothing type but tends to wear clothing that is slightly heavier than normal due to always feeling a little cold. However on slightly warmer days she tends to go for loose and free flowing clothing, preferring to feel the warm air to fabric.

Spoiler: Outfit Example

Personality:
Vibrant, intuitive, jovial, high spirited and joyous are all words that one could have used to describe Eva at one point. Others would say she would always put others ahead of herself and always had a moment to spare for whomever needed someone to talk to. She was a shooting star and her relationship with her partner was a pivotal part of who she was. Together it seemed like they could conquer anything, and for a time they did a pretty good job at it.

But not everything ends well as following her partner Denni’s brutal death Eva was left a fragment of who she was. She never lost that intuitive and vibrant self but following a year long rehabilitation she was still left with so much of herself out of whack. She became somewhat reclusive, afraid of being out in the field and it left her wholly unable to resonate with a prospective partner. Other issues presented themselves, an old habit of taking supplies, objects and things of use before giving it to those in need arose from the ashes, taking hold of her and causing more issues for the already troubled girl.


F.A.T.E. Status:
Type: A
Due to PTSD resulting from the death of her partner Mid-Resonance Eva has developed several key issues resulting in her becoming a detriment to the EAT program. Fleeing from reassignment teams on several occasions, the theft and subsequent giving away of multiple items including 1 Magitech filtration pod resulted in detrimental PR for the DWMA. The further issue of an inability to resonate with a partner has warranted a Type A classification.


History:
Born to two Humanitarians, Evangeline’s early life was one that was constantly in flux, constantly in motion and always jumping from one place to another. This however was thrown into overdrive at the outbreak of the MIBVI Virus. While her parents were initially recalled to the DWMA to fight they were quickly sidelined and sent out into the MIBVI Response Force, taking their young daughter with them. It was here, among the crying, the sick, the dead and the disillusioned that Eva saw her parents shine like a lighthouse in a chowdery fog. Doing what they could and acting in the best interest of not only their patients but the local populace. Through them came increased aid and food yet they could not remain in one place for long as the virus was everywhere.

Following the creation of the vaccine the family remained on the move, quickly falling from direct aid to a support role, seeking out pockets of infection and providing vaccines for those that were sick. Assisting her parents in administering medication, food and other tasks she also stole food and supplies from their camp, passing it out to those she knew were in need despite the risk she faced in leaving the confines of their outpost. Leaving her parents in time she went to study and learn at the DWMA just as her parents had done before her. Leaving the field behind the young girl felt a part of her being pulled away but knew that her parents had the best of intentions sending her to the DWMA.

Arriving at the DWMA Evangeline was quickly paired up with Denni Korvus, who she would come to know as her best friend and partner. Over the next two years the two made something of themselves, growing closer and developing a bond that quickly spiraled into a romantic relationship. Going out on several missions their ability to dissolve illusions made them a staunch ally in the DWMA’s hunt for outlaw Witches. Proving themselves as a capable pair when dealing with difficult diplomatic situations they proved useful in weeding out misinformation and allowing for expedited hunting of problematic outlaws. Now 18 the pair was sent out as part of a team to find and dispatch an outlaw witch rumored to be using illusion magic. Upon finding the witch, the pair engaged, dispelling her illusion magic but leaving them open to a witch they hadn’t spotted. Beginning to resonate the two melded minds moments before she felt an object pierce Denni’s chest. The following cascade rended the meld, fracturing the soul space and leaving her mind partially broken. Memories of Denni’s rushed in as the realization began to dawn on her that her Meister had just died… or did she? She felt something there but upon being forced out of her transformation a second later the scene said enough.

Immediately set upon by the two witches she managed to flee but ended up passing out several miles from their extraction point. Following her retrieval, it was noted that Evangeline had suffered extensive psychological damage leaving her scarred and reeling from the events. Following a year-long recovery period she had made some significant leaps and bounds, managing to pull herself together from the fractured person she had been. Following evaluation, she was paired up but fled soon after the team was deployed to their first mission. Following attempts had led to the same outcome. Over the following year she had returned to an old habit she developed during her time in the Virus affected areas. This habit involved her taking different supplies/medicine and giving them away to those that could best benefit from using them or those that were in need. This culminated in an event where Eva setup a convoluted plot involving getting a job at a Magitech facility and stealing a Magitech device designed to purify any water placed inside. Taking it from the facility she was working with, she turned around and immediately gave it to a small community whose water filtration system had failed. While immediately saying what she did and its easy retrieval it was still warranted as a step to far. These issues, compiled with an inability to resonate, have found her applying for the FATE program, unable to see herself give up and still wanting to make a difference.

Soul Type:
A somewhat large soul, silvery and almost reflective with broken and withered wings

Items:
- Magitech Communicator
- Magitech Watch
- Survival Combat Knife
- Additional GPS implant


Weapon Type: Lantern Flail



Unique Traits:
Dead Lights:
A series of Will-O-Wisps begin to form within the lantern itself, gathering up before the sides open allowing the wisps to flow out freely. They dart around and begin to dance around objects that try to hide their true selves, breaking illusions and seeking out objects, people and things hidden by magic and other means.

Balefire Burst:
Twisting the chain, the flame in the lantern begins to burst and fill the entire chamber. The pressure immediately builds, erupts downward in a blue fire that rushes out revealing all illusions/dispelling after images.

Disturbed Wraith:
Through this ability Eva can discern who is telling the truth to her and who is lying. Transforming her arm into the flail she extends it out causing it to flicker and burst as an individual is speaking. If the person is telling the truth the flame doesn’t react, however if an individual is lying the flame changes color and a ghostly voice speaks from around her, voicing its discontent.

Resonance Techniques:
N/A just yet.

Misc:
Eva's eyes change color whenever she is lying, making it easy to tell if she is being truthful.
The latern's light produces a pretty decent amount of light, able to focus it in a specific direction, much like a flashlight with similar properties.



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[Meredith]

Salem Ossana 5'11" & 190bs | The Good Doctor | 36 Years Old​

Appearance
Aesthetically, Salem shares the same sense of style that his wider family is known for, a sort of ethereal goth that transcends cultural movements and social connections. He’s known on the town for his glittering eyeshadow and whispered affirmations. At work, though, he’s got a composed business-casual style that’s all-leather suit jackets and dress shirts with jeans. His sandy blonde hair is always cut professionally short. The doctor is well-built; there’s a steadiness to his movement, always lulling at a comfortable pace, that makes him feel In control of the situation. It’s hard to think much gets past him. His amber eyes are always looking, seeking, watching…

Personality
When people need to describe Salem, they use words like dependable, capable, and independent. Most of his colleagues would call him as a “nice enough” guy. His grim sense of humour is integral to his personality; maybe he never seemed to have much of one in public. It’s this sort of unwavering steadiness that make him so suited to stressful events.
There are a few problems with this assumption, though. Salem is motivated by the admiration of others, but also finds himself plagued by his own empathy; he spends his idle time thinking about all of the same horrible things in the world that those he works for suffer through. It is better, he thinks, to simply not be idle. There’s not a theory about burnout in the world that could convince him otherwise.

Most horrors are within his reach. He knows that his exposure to them will help; he has confidence in his own abilities. But as soon as things become personal – truly personal – well, he doesn’t know what to do. There’s not been too much time to make personal connections among all of this ambition.

Soul: The Soothing Soul.
There is something soothing about Salem’s soul. It permeates through his being; his presence is alleviating to mild madness and his knowledge of human behaviour in conjunction with this makes him an ideal person to suppress episodes non-violently. He looks back on the suppression of a specific person’s breakdown as one of his crowning achievements. Although this is an effect of his healing wavelength, most of his patients forget that he’s a weapon entirely. The doctor has never quite acted the part.
But that ability to heal goes further than alleviating psychological effects alone. Soft tissues heal more quickly under his touch; setting broken bones, knitting together cuts, and reducing the swelling of bruises are his bread and butter. Salem is not capable of brain surgery, or other intense operation, such as that on the ears – but he has been used extensively as an emergency surgeon in the field and is experienced in preventing immediate death in relation to near-fatal injury..

Weapon Type
Salem’s weapon form is a glittering single-shot silver revolver. It is rare to see him enter this form; the only times he would feel so inclined would be if Mira was in danger and needed a weapon to protect herself. He struggles to maintain partial transformation, and often feels like he’s the last person to understand what the hell is going on in the middle of combat, but is a solid addition to any team for utility alone.

Resonance Techniques
Healing Resonance- This technique utilizes the Ossana family’s shared bond resonance to amplify the magnitude of Salem’s healing resonance and utilize Bellamira’s weapon form more precisely for intensive surgery and life support. Salem is capable (within his physical ability) of supporting nonvalid life for a short time during this resonance; his wavelength at its most powerful might be able to replace pieces of organs and reattach undamaged limbs. Mira’s part, while no less complex, is more terrifying to be in control of. She is able to shift her size and length to perform specific cuts, or to cut by an invisibly thin tip, allowing Salem to more easily heal extremely fine opening cuts. This is not Salem’s primary skillset, but is the facet of their shared abilities he finds most fascinating, and it is difficult for him to avoid pushing Mira in a different direction educationally (that she wants no more than what she was originally pressured to do).

Bond Resonance- The Ossana family Is known specifically for their aptitude in the utilization of bond resonance within their extended relations. Salem faces great difficulty in achieving resonance with his family despite that reputation; Bellamira is a notable exception that continues to baffle him despite her usefulness. Maybe it’s her status as a tool of his trade, or his marked insistence on getting to know her from the beginning, but for whatever reason the pair have been able to consistently resonate (and sufficiently apply his healing wavelength with precision) despite Salem’s separation for several years. He can act as a Bond Meister for his younger sibling, Bellamira, but primarily does so to use her as an advanced surgical instrument

F.A.T.E Status: Psychological Consult.
Salem Ossana is a 0-star weapon who graduated NOT early before moving on to higher education. He came back to the DWMA out of those obligations that put him through school, and has indulged his combat therapy specialty through a new position with the FATE program – meister-weapon remedial relationship sessions were getting pretty old. Salem has additional reason to be invested in the FATE program – as a professional involved with the treatment of long-term madness, the good doctor is set apart because he believes that the vast majority of madness is treatable, and sees the program as an way to sway the opinions of the public on post-madness patients.

HIstory
Salem had spent most of his life rigidly and perfectly conforming to expectations.

He just couldn’t help it. There was something that compelled Salem forward; call it misplaced pride or some sort of personality problem. He needed to be important. None of the hobbies he cycled through violently in his early life seemed to draw the attention of his parents; he provided the memorization of tables and figures and facts and they were more impressed by combat sports. Instead, he focused singularly into his schoolwork, where other people like his teachers and mentors showered him with affection because of his abilities.

There were hiccoughs, of course. First was his lack of aptitude regarding the weapon transformation. His cousins developed early; Salem did not seem to develop at all. There was a closeness among some of his extended family that Salem himself never thought he would replicate. The pressure to conform to the familial legacy of weapon expertise was crushing. His parents, Claudia and Joseph, were an active weapon and meisters pair. His favourite uncle had once partnered with his mom during the witch hunts. The knowledge that his mother’s legacy would die behind him sat heavily in his mind in his early life. He couldn't work with his cousins for the life of him.

When Salem enrolled into the NOT program, there were high expectations, and though he never felt any inclination to participate in the bloody side of the DWMA’s business the boy became quickly involved in life about the school. Instead of reconsidering his position in the light of weapon education, though, Salem utilized the more academic opportunities offered by the school and secured a scholarship from the school into Ivy League when it was time for him to pursue his doctorate. A fast-track later, and Salem found himself preoccupied with the suffering of post-MIBVI patients, and his experience on critical frontlines spurred him into pursuing psychology as a second degree. One accomplishment – even in several degrees – was not quite enough for him.

He was all but off at the academy by the time Bellamira was born. He thought, sometimes, that she’d been a last-ditch effort of his parents: their final realization that he would never give them what they wanted forced them to move on and try again. He was an only child, for most of his life, and then he wasn’t anymore. Their attention shifted to Mira almost entirely. He watched them, on summer breaks and in his time between semesters, prevent all the mistakes they made with him that pushed him away from the family and onto a different path. She went to training events four days a week. It was awkward to schedule around.

He came home to visit only out of a sense of obligation. His parents seemed to take all of the credit for his success, even if he felt privately that they’d contributed to none of it; there was a frosty silence that grew between them over the years. Nothing important came through the connection. They hadn’t even told him when Mira set off to school herself, to the same city he’d recently returned to, and didn’t tell him just the same that she’d ran off somewhere in Nevada after deciding she’d never wanted to be a weapon after all. A person might assume that would be big news.

Salem found out at a holiday dinner. The atmosphere was tense; Bella had not come home and the good doctor had debated on whether he should go himself or not. But he’d taken the flight there, and then taken the flight back when he heard the news, and then used several months of leave to locate a person determined to stay missing. He had little authority to inquire about her.

They were basically strangers. First, he let her live in the apartment, just gave her a key and told her to come and go as she pleased. He felt a sense of bitterness at how bad things had gotten. When Mira told him she wanted to go back to the campus with him, he’d been surprised, but several years of witnessing the aimless debauchery out the spare bedroom had left him so exhausted he could only humour her. It was a hope for something productive to come of her, at least. A single prayer.

Partner
Just Bella.

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