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[Meredith]

Bellamira Ossana 5'8" & 112lbs | Socialite | 19 Years Old​

Appearance
Long black hair, braided into itself, thick eyeshadow and mascara leaking down her face. Bella’s taste is extraordinarily expensive. She has a love for platform boots and facial piercings; the sparkling of her silver tongue and teeth infectious in the light. Her blue eyes are always bloodshot. She often slurs her words, but those closest would remember her differently, sober and lucid and gloomy. It’s been several years since Bella has last stayed well through the day. The woman is no less alluring when inebriated.

Personality
“Demotivated” is a word a lot of people would use to describe Bellamira.
She’s spent a lot of time putting a lot of effort into things she’s cared little about. She’s spent more time feeling like she had to get away from the pressures and obligations put upon her by the people around her; the anxiety gave way to apathy at some point and, well, things fell apart. It took a few years to get back on track from all of that. It took a few years to get out of bed.
So maybe she was left with a few problems with impulse control. Maybe it takes a long time to care about doing all the necessary things. But Bellamira has a sense of duty, and though she might not always feel that things are worth the effort, she does her best to stick through them anyway. It’s a type of resilience or willpower to stay accomplished through the struggling.
Being kind is not so much of a tribulation as being productive. The weapon is likeable, at least; her dark manner is novel, and she is generally pleasant to others if she’s not laid out. Keeping connections, for her, is only as difficult as showing up.
There had to be more in there than laziness and ineptitude, but honestly, Mira doesn’t feel she’s found it yet.

Soul
Mira’s soul flickers like a dying red-orange candle in her chest. It’s about the shape and size of any other human soul, but emits a soft diffused light, like a lantern waved about in a sea of darkness. A special person once said they could see the reflection of its light in the woman’s glazed eyes.

Weapon Type
Bellamira’s weapon form is a razor-sharp surgeon’s scalpel capable of exceptionally clean and acute cuts. Although her blade is razor-sharp, it’s the closest range weapon, whose blade usually measures no more than an inch long. In the right hands, however, Mira’s been able to increase somewhat in size before- to the size of a dagger at least. Still, a scalpel is mostly for slicing, and stabbing with it feels like poking holes. She had difficulty finding an EAT partner because of these restrictions.

Resonance Techniques
Bellamira has exceptional control over her own transformation and wavelength. She is experienced in working with others (particularly family weapons), and is exceptionally at acting in the aid of some abilities, such as the practice of wavelength amplification that she has practiced with her brother (whose healing wavelength is their primary focus of collaboration). She is skilled at assisting a meister (or person acting as one) with fine control of their wavelength to the point of being able to be used for microblade surgery. She is not used to resonating with anyone outside of her family; the last time the weapon can remember resonating with anyone else was a one-off romantic encounter with an electric touch heavily under the influence.

Bond Resonance - The Ossana family is known for their ability to resonate with extended family. Bellamira exhibits the expected proficiency in this ability- she’s never met a family member she couldn’t resonate with. This was originally her speciality – if only because of her mother’s ability to train with her- but It is more difficult to wield Salem than it is to be wielded, probably because of the amount of experienced they’d used, but Mira is the primary fighter of the team within the two.

F.A.T.E Status: Type A Agent, Formerly One-Star Rank.
Bellamira is a type-A FATE agent. She struggles with her mental health, and initially left the EAT program when she disappeared completely for several months; the weapon is nonforthcoming about her activities during that time but was pulled out of the academy entirely by her brother upon her entrance to his custody and had not thought about attending until her brother suggested she get involved with the remedial program. Although Mira doesn’t really desire the life that comes with working as a weapon, and refuses the idea that her rampant partying is problematic, she has tired of being a burden on her brother- it's never felt good to have nothing to give back.

HIstory
The family desperately wanted success for Mira.
Her gymnastics training started before she could even remember it. There were pictures on the walls of her earliest meets and medals; looking at them was always awkward- like walking into a stranger’s wedding and feeling alienated by their joy. By seven, she went to three extracurriculars a week, on top of participating in martial arts training in the home. By ten, she’d forgone the idea of a normal education entirely. But all of this pressure to perform was not involved in something she loved; it was in service to something the girl had never been asked about at all.

It wasn’t a question to her, really, just an unfortunate duty she had to uphold. A younger, alienated, more bitter Salem had shared the opinion that she was a makeup baby for his own failures to the family legacy. In her early life, he played with the opinion that she’d stolen his family, and although most of that anger was directed away from her… well, even limited contact was enough to make her understand that. They weren’t close. That’s why it was such a surprise to her when he showed up in the middle of hell.

What made her brother keep that sense of duty she lost in the move to Nevada? Bellamira wasn’t sure. He’d had a duty to his ambitions, and he’s fulfilled them, but she’d bowed out of anything that was good for her or used her skills. What was it to not want to do the one thing you were good at? It was foolish, she knew. It was impossible to fathom doing anything else.
But the DWMA was not a place for rejects and disasters. She’d lost that opportunity, she thought, when she’d control of herself. There was a lot of time she couldn’t account for in all of that. Once you run away, that’s that. You can’t go back to where things were before.

It had been difficult to avoid being completely useless. It had taken so much for Salem to meet her on equal grounds; he hadn’t believed her when she’d told him what her weapon form was at all. It had never been something he’d been willing to entertain the idea of talking to her about; it had never been something she wanted to talk about with him. So the idea, to him, was ludicrous – an attempt to get him to try to resonate with her like he hadn’t done with anyone for years. This made her irate, of course. She had no reason to lie. They’d broken out of the same mould, but all he could see were their differences. It was infuriating.

They were both set in their different ways.

Meeting in the middle was better for them both. Bellamira needed to physically train to stay proficient, despite her lapse in education, and Salem kept on her about her responsibilities; after a while, he became comfortable enough to let her bring him to the range, and they became closer through a sense of shared obligation. Duty clouded their relationship- Mira was helpful to his work, so she did her best to show up, but Bellamira’s best was not adequate to expectations. She was too tired. Too caught up in herself.

But there were opportunities brewing at the DWMA for people like her. It would be helpful, she thought, to take them in hand – to try to improve the impossible situation of total failure. She needed to do something. She needed to do anything.
The FATE program was a perfect new start.

Partner
Bellamira currently has no partner, but she works with her brother frequently.

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[Lucem]

Spoiler: withdrawn at this time

ERIC


Age:
19

Gender:
Male

Species:
Human

Height:
6'1"

Hair Color(s):
Black

Eye Color(s):
Gray

General Appearance:
When it comes to clothing, Eric has no complaints as long as what he's wearing is comfortable. However, the many scars on his arms may make some people uncomfortable, so he prefers to wear shirts with long sleeves out of consideration. Aside from that, the only things that stand out are the cross-shaped earrings he always wears.

Personality:
Eric is an affable young man who is rarely seen without a smile on his face. He prefers to maintain a positive attitude, believing that it's a waste of time to sit around brooding. He tries to pass that energy along to everyone he interacts with, often by engaging in some friendly teasing. A consequence of this playful attitude is that he sometimes gets under people's skin without intending to.

His easygoing personality makes it easier to build rapport with some people, but there are those who take offense to his approach. He's always composed and never wipes the smirk from his face, giving some the impression that he's mocking them. For the most part, their assumptions are incorrect, and he never means any harm. However, there are times when he'll intentionally be harsher with his seemingly innocent teasing to get a reaction out of someone if he feels that it's warranted.

Despite how he usually acts, Eric is very dedicated to his work as a meister. He truly wants to help others, and hunting souls is one of the best ways to do so. He hates evil and how it corrupts people. He hates pain and watching other people suffer, so he wants to make the world a better place. It's a respectable goal, but his methods and motivations are another matter.

Eric truly despises the people on Death's list. He shows no mercy, eliminating them without hesitation. However, his ruthlessness is never accompanied by anger. He's disgusted by corrupt souls, but he doesn't hunt out of hatred. In his mind, it's a form of salvation. It's the only way to free them from the darkness in their hearts and prevent them from inflicting pain on others. His feelings and actions don't line up, but it all makes perfect sense to him.

Eric has strong principles, but doesn't always act on them like one would expect. He always acts when he deems something to be evil, but how he decides to handle things is completely arbitrary. If it has nothing to do with Death's list, then it all comes down to how he feels at the time. If he's been wronged but doesn't deem the person responsible to be evil, he can be surprisingly forgiving and willing to let things go, not one to hold grudges against people.


F.A.T.E. Status:
As a Type A agent, Eric's participation in the program is a result of behavioral issues, all of which stem from how he views individuals he deems to be evil. He treats these individuals in a ruthless manner, cutting them down without hesitation in an effort to "save" them. While hunting souls is nothing out of the ordinary for a member of the EAT class, the way he passes judgement is problematic.

If he deems someone to be evil, he will always pass judgment on their souls, and he will not hesitate to go against orders for the sake of doing so. How he judges a soul and how he chooses to deal with them is completely arbitrary, seemingly decided on a whim. On occasion, his judgement does not line up with Death's, and some of the souls he deems to evil are not found on the headmaster's list. There are concerns that this may lead to him hunting souls that remain categorized as innocent.

To deal with these issues, Eric has been attending multiple therapy sessions, many of which revolve around the source of his views on good and evil. While he has been cooperative, there is a disconnect between him and others, as he does not believe his time under his foster father's care was negative. He simply doesn't see his experiences and views as problems. Still, for the sake of remaining with the DWMA and continuing his mission, he does his best to do what the program demands of him.

History:
Not long after his birth, Eric was left on the doorstep of a small church. Rather than raise him herself, his mother thought it would be best to leave him in the care of Orson Abner, the kind pastor who ran the house of worship. It was her hope that the son she couldn't care for would grow up to be just like the elderly man who had always supported their community. All she wanted was for him to live a long, happy life. That's why it was unfortunate that things turned out as they did.

Once a Meister of the DWMA, Orson was one of those who accepted the Witch alliance. Unlike many of the men and women of faith who rejected the change, he did his best to balance religion and duty. He served God and Death equally, carrying out orders until he grew too old for fieldwork and retired. He left the DWMA, but he still dedicated his life to helping others and spreading a message of love as a pastor. However, that message became drowned out by the many tragedies that occurred over the years, especially the virus that claimed millions of lives and infected minds with madness. Orson did his best to remain strong and help others do the same, but he'd eventually break.

A few months prior to Eric's arrival, Orson lost his family to those who strayed from the path of humanity, evil humans who had been corrupted by madness and a desire for pure souls. His life was saved thanks to the actions of the DWMA, but he quickly began to question if his survival was a good thing. Even after his body healed, his mind struggled to recover. He'd lost his family and was close to losing his faith. He couldn't accept what happened. Why had a life of good deeds been repaid with suffering? Was it a test he was meant to overcome? He desperately searched for answers, begging to be sent a sign. That's when he found Eric.

In order to stay sane, Orson needed to rationalize what happened. If he couldn't find a reason for his ordeal, he'd crumble. Rather than blame the witches and the DWMA, he forced himself to believe that his suffering was a result of his own shortcomings. His faith hadn't been strong enough, and his deeds hadn't been good enough. Thinking that his pain was undeserved was arrogance on his part. It was simply punishment. He had failed his faith, but as an act of mercy, he was delivered a second chance. It was too late for him to change, but it wasn't too late for the boy who fell into his care.

As soon as he was old enough, Eric began to take lessons that were necessary for him to grow into someone who could truly bring good into the world. He had to learn how to alleviate people's suffering. Unfortunately, doing so was easier said than done. The world was full of darkness, and pain came in many forms. To help someone through that pain, he couldn't just be sympathetic. He had to truly understand it, and the only way to do that was to experience it himself.

Eric had to know evil. For the sake of empathy, he had to experience it. Through that experience, he would understand how terrible it was and grow to hate it. As someone who suffered, he could show true compassion to those who struggled. That's why Orson inflicted pain on him. In reality, his lessons were simply abuse, but the pastor truly believed in what he was doing. His mind had been twisted by madness and despair, leaving his child to suffer the consequences.

In addition to experiencing evil, Eric also had to know how to snuff it out. To that end, he was taught how to confront humans whose souls had been corrupted. Because the DWMA had been the one to save his life, Orson became convinced that his loss was a sign that he'd made a mistake by retiring. He had to be more proactive in making sure evil couldn't propagate and make sure that souls full of sin were dealt with. The fact that Eric possessed the Anti-Demon Wavelength only made him more certain. He had to give his all to make sure that the boy became a beacon of light.

Eric never put up any resistance. Orson was the only family he had ever known. He saw the man as his true father and never questioned him. In his mind, what he experienced was a normal life. Everything his father told him was true, and his cruel actions were justified. He couldn't fully comprehend the crazed ramblings, but the pain helped him understand. As his father wished, he came to hate all things deemed evil. He hated pain and the things that caused it. He hated drugs, trafficking, and everything that caused the same suffering he endured.

He digested the material like he was supposed to, but as he grew older, he began to question it. If pain and the people who inflicted it were evil, where did that leave his father? His father was good and always right, but he committed the same acts he despised. Why would a good man do bad things? He couldn't wrap his head around it, and the question occupied his thoughts at all times. Eventually, this internal conflict brought him to a simple conclusion. His father wasn't a good man.

Orson Abner wasn't a good man. After twelve long years, Eric finally realized that. However, that didn't mean all of his lessons were bad. He still agreed that the world and the people in it needed to be saved from evil. That's why he decided to save his father.

To save his father, he needed to free him from the evil that plagued him. It had a tight grip on his mind and soul, making it seem as though he was beyond help. It wasn't something that could be solved through ordinary means, but Eric had a solution. That's why he snuck up on the sleeping pastor, intent on using a knife from the kitchen as a tool for salvation. Unfortunately, things didn't go as smoothly as he hoped. Only wounded, Orson woke up confused and angry. To the old man, what happened was another result of his shortcomings. He hadn't been strict enough with his teachings, which led to his pupil straying from the proper path. He was intent on correcting the issue, but the opportunity never came.

The church door was kicked in, putting a stop to the earlier conflict. Like the people who took everything from him, Orson had been added to Death's list, and a meister had come to take care of his corrupted soul. He never had a chance to question the choices he'd made up until that point, as he was quickly cut down. Eric had no words for him at the time. Instead, he silently offered a prayer as his father was saved.

With nowhere else to go, Eric was brought to the DWMA by the meister who found him. Not giving much thought to how he lived before entering the academy, he focused on polishing his skills and experiencing everything Death City had to offer. He quickly proved to be a talented student, having already learned quite a bit during his time in the church. He performed well as a member of the EAT class, doing his duty by hunting souls for Death. The only major issue was his inability to keep a partner.

Since joining the DWMA, he learned what it was like to live a somewhat normal life. He made plenty of connections with the staff and students, always approaching others with a positive attitude. Attracting potential partners was easy at first for that reason, but whenever they started collecting souls, his relationships became strained. When faced with an evil human who had made it onto Death's list, he was always ruthless. It wasn't unusual for meisters to act like that, but the way he spoke sometimes made his partners feel uncomfortable. That's when they parted ways.

Eric never took it to heart when his partners chose to leave. If they weren't able to keep up with him or felt unnerved, they had the right to step away. He didn't want to force people into anything. If it came down to it, he'd find a way to do Death's work on his own. Although, committing to that impossible task proved to be unnecessary when he was introduced to Project F.A.T.E.

For the sake of continuing his work at DWMA without issue, Eric applied for the program and quickly passed its One-Star evaluation. He believes the program is a wonderful opportunity to give help to students who need it, but also questions if certain cases are too far gone and need to be dealt with. Some may need to be culled in order to truly be saved.

Items on your person:
Eric always keeps a stash of candy on his person so that he can hand it out to others.

Soul Type:
A human soul that is dark gray in color.

Anti-Demon Wavelength:

The Anti-Demon Wavelength gives Eric an edge against Madness and evil beings. When used offensively, it can be very effective at harming Witches and individuals using dark powers. It can also be a good defense against the effects of Madness, shielding against it and even purging it from those about to succumb to its effects.


Fighting Style:
Eric has many years of experience under his belt, training under his foster father and continuing combat lessons at the DWMA. With the majority of his training involving short-ranged weaponry and hand-to-hand fights, he prefers close combat. While he has a sufficient amount of power, his greatest strength is his flexibility in both mind and body. He's quick to adapt in a tough situation, never losing his composure as he fights with a relaxed smile on his face. His body can twist and bend in surprising ways, allowing him to evade attacks and strike from unexpected angles. Because he likes to move fast, he prefers lightweight weapons like daggers, but swords work just as well.

Despite how calm he looks while fighting, his movements can be uncharacteristically aggressive. He likes to pressure his opponent by being relentless and merciless, but that doesn't mean he's just going berserk. He always thinks things through and doesn't let himself fall into a predictable pattern. He tries to use wavelength techniques just as much as his weapon, giving him plenty of options to use in quick succession.

Possessing unusually high pain tolerance, Eric can take a lot of damage. However, he sometimes goes a bit too far. He's the type of person who wouldn't hesitate to break his own arm if it somehow gave him an advantage in a fight. As long as he doesn't think it'll put him out of commission, he's fine with putting himself through any amount of pain. He likes to think that it makes him more unpredictable in battle.


Wavelength Techniques:

Soul Force:
Due to his lack of a partner, Soul Force is currently the main focus of Eric's training. He is very skilled at adding extra power to his strikes and causing disruptions with his wavelength to force rejections. Despite it being impossible to operate alone, he trains this ability with the idea that he'd hunt souls without a partner if necessary.

Soul Perception:
Eric can perceive souls about as well as the average Meister.

Wavelength Amplification:
Like with Soul Force, Wavelength Amplification is one of Eric's main focuses. He is quite skilled at boosting his physical attributes.

Resonance Techniques:

Basic Resonance:
Having gone through multiple partners, Eric can achieve basic resonance with many Demon Weapons, often using it as a way to amplify his Anti-Demon wavelength. However, his effectiveness is limited to melee weapons.​

 

[FireMaiden]

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  Name:
  Temperance Quills
  Nickname(s):
  Tempe/Temp, Tempest, Gummy
  Age:
  20
  Gender:
  Female
  Species:
  Human
  Traits:
  None
  Height:
  5'6"
  Hair Color(s):
  Brown
  Eye Color(s):
  Brown
  General Appearance:
  Temperance is usually seen wearing earth tone, warm, and neutral colors. She, when doing something simple like chores, lounging around, or running an errand, likes to wear t-shirts, comfortable pants, and sneakers. When around the DWMA/on missions she often wears jeans of some sort, combat boots, and a lightweight jacket. Accessory wise, Temperance is always wearing one of those rubber bracelets, it's rainbow and usually the most colorful thing she has on. Both of her ears have lobe piercings, which on normal outings she wears hoops, and in the field some silver studs of some sort. Her left ear though has an additional four cartilage piercings that are always small silver hoops. Temperance doesn't like any other color of jewelry. She also has a single tattoo on her index finger. It's the top half of a smily face : ). Her sibling Nexis has the bottom half. They thought it was hilarious.
  
• 
  Items on your person:
  Temperance carried the standard F.A.T.E. equipment:
  
  • - Magitech Communicator
  • - Magitech Watch
  • - Survival Combat Knife: Temperance chose a stacked leather handle, very much liking the K-Bar look
  Temperance also carries
  
  • 1 Magitech Smartphone: An upgrade she saw necessary for long missions thanks to the extended battery life it would have compared to a regular smartphone. She loves it.
  • Inhaler: After a certain mission, Temperance began to have the occasional panic/anxiety attack. She carries an inhaler now to help recovery after the attacks pass
  Soul Type:
  A lighter blue core that steadily turns a darker hue toward the edges. It has a slightly longer tail than what is possibly considered average too. If it actually had characteristics, her sould would constantly be silently judging you even if she wasn't actively judging you.
  
  Fighting Style:
  In your face but strategic. Temperance is a fan of close quarter combat having been trained in the Amazing Star style for a good majority of her life. Taking to heart the many lessons taught there, she likes to get close and person, aiming for weak points like joints, the spine, and solar plexus. She also favors using a personalized style of kick boxing, basically combining the kicks typically used for kicking boxing with the Amazing Star Style to utilize attacks that some people might be able to. Girl has strong legs. For this reason, Temperance often practed with weapons who could turn into swords or other close combat weapons. That's where a majority of her combat training was focused, so she's farm more comfortable with mid to close combat as opposed to long range.
  
  Wavelength Techniques:
  Soul Perception: So far, Temperance has developed a fairly decent understanding and use of Soul Perception. She can see color, size, and occasionally a hint of come characteristic but nothing of too much detail. Her father once realizing she had the capability after she officially joined the DWMA, insisted she practice ever given chance. Not that Temperance always listened, but it paid off well enough. At the moment, she can see a solid up to about 50-75 feet away, depending on size and strength of the soul. Color of the soul plays no part in the range of her perception.
  Soul Force: Temperance possesses the Soil Force ability, able to attack with her Soul Wavelength to create powerful attacks. She's not ready to upgrade to Soul Meance, but she's definitely a menace with this technique. Once learning the technique, it quickly became a staple in her fighting kit, Temperance adapting it some to better first her style of attacks. Temperance uses a mix of attacking full force with her hands and elbows, generally when she has no partner or one she can easily work around, and with her feet and knees. When attacking with her legs, there a small drop off in power that has, in recent years dropped from almost 1/3 to 1/4 of full power given the slight difficulty she found shifting focus points.
  Wavelength Amplification: Just every other Meister, Temperance possesses Wavelength Amplification. With her previous ranking of a One Star Meister, Tempest has boosted herself to that first level of inhuman required by mesiters to actually do their job. She's much stronger and faster than that of a normal human or a fresh meister, but of course, can't truly compete with a Two or Three Star Mesiter. At least not without getting her ass thoroughly handed to her.
  
  Resonance Techniques:
  
  • Basic Resonance: Temperance can use basic resonance decently enough as even though Nexis was her partner, she was given the opportunity to work with a few other weapons during training simply to ensure she wasn't lacking such a basic skill. She worked with two students of her father's dojo, one who could transform into a staff and the other who transformed into a short sword in order to practice basic resonance. It was a worth while endeavor of course, though due to her lack of experience with basic resonance, she and some of her newer partners have dealt with Rejection. Though that could be caused by her trust issues just a must as it could her relative inexperience compared to other Meisters.
  • Bond Resonance: Given her first partner was her sibling Nexis, Temperance has used this kind for the majority of her time as a working meister. Even being weaker than basic Resonance, she and Nexis were both skilled threats with this resonance. At one point, it was believed they'd be able to one day achieve Perfect Synchrony, if of course such a thing was available to bond resonance users. Of course, now that Nexis is unable to safely operate in the field, Temperance doesn't use this skil anymore, thus rendering it mostly void.
  
  Partner:
  TBA
  
• 
  Personality:
  Temperance is a very quiet, reserved, and distrusting person. She dislikes talking to strangers, so it's very hard for her to make connections with partners, superiors, anyone really. Having developed such major trust issues and a deep seated paranoia, Temperance has a tendency to second guess everything and everyone, preferring to do things on her own with no interference from anyone else. But that's not how it works of course. So she tolerates other people to a certain degree. Conversation is short, and to the point. Very rarely does she give anyone any sort of personal information, and usually she lies about it. Most people don't know the truth about what happened on the mission that permanently injured her original partner, so they believe that Temperance is just...like this. With no reason. After a while of acting like this, people began to avoid her in general. What the point of trying to get to know her if she wasn't going to work with them? That being said, she is known as an incredibly reliable meister, for the most part anyway.
  
  When on a mission she's incredibly focused, even with her recently developed habit of doing her own thing and even arguing with superiors, Temperance will still aim to complete a mission no matter what. Even if she doesn't trust you, so long as you don't give her a reason to doubt you more than she naturally does, Temperance will still treat you like a DWMA agent and should you be in danger, usually swoop in to help. She is still really bad at communication even in battle, but it's...a little better, she does communiate when it's mission focused but beyond that, she just watches. Comparing this to the way she use to be on missions, so enthusiastic, excited... it's kind of sad.
  
  Hints of her old attitude sometimes still come through though. An exciting fight can cause her to get a bit chatty, she still likes terrible dad jokes and sometimes she's cause doing the little pouty, puffed up cheek thing she does at minor inconveniences that don't matter much. The only person that can truly seem to draw out her old self is Nexis, but Temperance is never going to be who she use to again. Maybe one day she can get close, but...for now, she's stuck. And Temperance knows it. It sucks, and there seems to be nothing she can do about it. But this attitude, as detrimental as it is, can also be a blessing. Temperance has mastered a good deal of her fear, able to face down a good number of enemies without so much a twitch. And being rather apathetic now, she remains calm in most situations, which gives her advantage in chaotic situations that could cause people to panic. This also means she hard fears being reprimanded anymore so...a downside. But still, Temperance is worth having on your side regardless, even if she might not have your back.
  Favorites:
  
  • Animal: Black Bears
  • Flavor: Salted Caramel
  • Chapstick: Orange Sherbet
  • Scent -
    • On herself: Vanilla, Sandlewood, and Amber
    • On others: Woody and Curtis notes
  • Food: Roasted Broccoli, especially with garlic
  • Guilty Pleasure: Trashy books/magazines
  Fears:
  
  • Drowning
  • Never being "normal" again
  • Losing another team
  Quirks:
  
  • Picking at her skin (cuticles, lips, scabs)
  • Snapping her fingers when thinking
  • Tearing up paper, like straw covers or envelopes
  • Constantly cracking her knuckles
  F.A.T.E. Status:
  Temperance is in the F.A.T.E. program as a Type A agent, a former One Star Mesiter. After incident with a large team, Temperance was diagnosed with PTSD and a general anxiety disorder (which may not have been misdiagnosed). It was later clear that she developed severe trust issues when it came to new teammates, her superiors, and even people she once considered friends. She was convinced more than one person was really a spy, which lead to teamwork problems. It was assumed that after a while, it would pass, but Temperance only seemed to grow worse, even going so far as to going awol to complete a misson on her own which endangered not only her life, but the lives of the people she was meant to be saving and the temporary partner she had. It was finally decided that Temperance would be... encouraged to apply for the F.A.T.E. program.
  
  Theme:
  
  
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  History: Temperance was born into what seemed like the start of a fairly normal family. Her story starts with DWMA Agent duo Ginny Roque and Maddox Quills. Maddox was a meister with a reputation for being hard to work with. His wavelength could be abrasive, hard to handle and his personality even more so. Ginny Roque was a new weapon, transferred from the European campus, a falchion. She was a laid back, gentle woman but she didn’t lack a fire in her heart that gave her that warriors spirit. They both needed a partner, and given Maddox had such a well known reputation as a…well ass, Ginny was the one willing to partner with him. Not that she had too many options, but it would all work out in the end. After two years or so of a successful partnership, and a year of dating, Maddox and Ginny would get married. And not too long after, they would welcome two children into the world.
  
  The family lived in a cozy three bedroom house, Temperance and Nexis weren’t showered in affection, but at the same time, they didn’t want for anything during those first few years. Ginny seemed to struggle more with adjusting to parenthood than Maddox did, often throwing herself into extra training or convincing Maddox to take longer missions to give them more time away from the kids. Maddox, who had mellowed some in the few years they were together, did his best to help her adjust but nothing seemed to work. Shortly after the kids turned 4, Ginny left in the middle of the night without a word to anyone. Neither Temperance or Nexis remembers the direct aftermath, but both knew something had changed. For a while, they were being cared for by their grandmother as Maddox made some arrangements, but soon they were back with him.
  
  The arrangements were a change in placement, the man making a slight change in career paths to become an instructor at a local Amazing Star Dojo. That way, he was travelling far less and sticking closer to home which allowed him to watch over his children without relying too much one outside help. Things would get easier as the kids got older, heading into kindergarten allowed Maddox to start taking on lengthier local missions. Both Temperance and Nexis were happy, their father showing them more kindness than he did pretty much anyone else after the disappearance of his wife. At least until they reached about 8 years old. At that time, they would both be enrolled in the Amazing Star Dojo their father was an instructor at, Temperance into his children’s class, Nexis enrolled in the children’s class lead by fellow instructor, Lenora Guiles. Both siblings did extremely well in their classes, even with Nexis being a weapon, Maddox was adamant they should be able to defend themselves without a meister. Though that stance could definitely just come from Nexis being his kid.
  
  In any case, over the years, Lenora would get closer to the family, taking on a sort of maternal role for Temperance and Nexis. This development would prove to be beneficial to everyone, as Maddox could start going on longer missions thanks to Lenora watching the kids. She could continue their training in a way his family or normal babysitters couldn’t. But the kids didn’t care about that, Lenora was doing things for them that a mother should have. They bonded over…everything. Lenora took them shopping, taught them how to cook, they’d watch terrible movies…Lenora is the reason Temperance loves trashy TV and book. Of course, she took her role as their secondary instructor seriously as well.
  
  Especially as expectations grew as Temperance an Nexis did. Maddox is a miester of incredible skill, but had quickly grown to be a well renown instructor of the Amazing Star Dojo, and it was known that Nexis and Temperance we’re his kids. In fact, they were called The Quills’ Kids more often than their names. And with that predetermined reputation, they were accepted into the DWMA at the age of 12. It's not uncommon for middle school aged children to join the DWMA, but the reputation of their father preceded them. The other kids tried to keep a certain distance, and their teachers held them to a much higher standard than others. So the twins often kept to themselves, their friends few and far between. They were originally placed in the NOT class, more to help Nexis develop her confidence as a weapon and master transformation. Once that had happened, it wasn’t long before they were moved to the EAT class. The DWMA was a big, unnerving new thing to deal with. But as it turns out, Lenora unbeknownst to them before, was a special class instructor at the academy. The kids joined said class pretty much as soon as they were able, and actually managed to make some friends. Now, a majority of their time at the DWMA was pretty standard. Training, classes, missions, etc. Temperance as she hit puberty gained weight that never seemed to leave, but it was often encouraged by Maddox and Lenora who decided to give her some extra strength training. And Nexis would come out as non-binary. It took a little adjusting, but most everyone accepted them.
  
  Once again, most of their school life really wasn’t too interesting. They bother stayed in Lenora's extra class the maximum amount they could have, and once no longer her students, would volunteer to help out. When they were 17, Temperance and Nexis both noticed some sort of...change in Lenora. Her classes got harder, she seemed more distant, the bond they all had not as strong as it once was. But neither said anything. When time, Temperance passed the One Star Miester test one her first try thanks to Maddox preparing her, basically giving her a rundown of what to expect. So once the pair graduated, Tempest and Nexis became full fledged DWMA agents. Their missions went pretty well too, though that was pretty much expected of them given their training and who their parents were. Now, they didn’t receive many missions, maybe 7 or 8 before being asked to join a joint mission to investigate a small town. 6 months ago, a great number of the residents had suddenly dissapered over the span of a few days, and the DWMA wanted to find out what was causing it. Temperance, along with three other Meister’s and weapons, accompanied by Lenora Guiles to act as field medic of sorts. It was a pleasant surprise. Once everything was sorted, the group would set out to investigate. It was a small mountain town settled in Appalachia, a pretty small population who pretty much immediately distrusted them as DWMA agents, but the few who remained volunteered enough information to help. It gave them a place to start, the local community center.
  
  It was dark, pretty much decrepit, and a lot larger on the inside than it originally seemed. So the teams would split up to do some looking around. After an hour or two of exploring, Temperance and Nexis would find a hidden entrance to some kind of underground storage. Or what appeared to be some kind of storage area, but as they investigated further, the pair found the missing people. Or what was left of them. A room filled with gore, and some kind of strange tube that held a number of human souls…they quickly called for the others. But something was wrong. Shortly after calling out and hearing what sounded like their footsteps on the creaking boards above, there was sudden, and loud bang or pop. Follow by screams of shock and another bang. Their mics crackled for a few moments, but something was interfering with them, but they had no time to figure out what. Temperance and Nexis rushed back up the stairs and were greeted by the sight of one of the teams laying in a pool of blood, their heads were…a mess. There was the sound of fighting nearby, Temperance and Nexis following the sounds. Just as they reached the main room of the upstairs, another two bangs filled the air, followed by heavy thuds. What they saw…it was Lenora, fighting the other teams. Or rather, team. She was armed with a pistol, two bodies lay on the ground as she, a Three Star Meister going against a One Star. Temperance and Nexis both watched in shock, their step-mother basically was killing their comrades. Before they had any time to react, they watched as the final team fell, the weapon trying to protect his Mesiter, but it was no use.
  
  Temperance yelled something, though she can’t really recall what, which got Lenora’s attention as Nexis transformed. They were terrified, how were the supposed to fight her? Not to mention…this was the woman that helped raise them, she had been in their lives for years, over a decade, Temperance was shaking and on the verge of tears. And now she was looking at them with such hate…she quickly charged them, Temperance managing to dodge and counter attack, begging for answers, for any indication that maybe this wasn’t Lenora, but someone or something else. All the older woman replied with was some half hearted apology, letting the siblings know it wasn’t personal, but unfortunate. It didn’t take long for Lenora to overpower Temperance, a particular attack leaving her briefly incapacitated, completely open for an attack. It was split second decision, a shot piercing the air. Temperance expected pain, or just…death. But instead, there was sudden weight on her body, and it took her a few seconds to realize it was Nexis. She noticed the warmth next, seeping into her clothes, Temperance took maybe two seconds to realize Nexis had been shot. And things…got a bit blurry. A sudden rage filled Temperance like she had never felt before. Red hot, boiling, a deep sense of betrayal mixed with her anger. Lenora waited, watching silently as Temperance moved Nexis out of the way. There was something in the older woman's eyes, guilt or pity, something that caused her to freeze. It's like she realized how injured Nexis was. Temperance muttered an apologize to her sibling, choking back her worry as she turned her sights on Lenora. She fully expected to die here, armed with nothing but her backup knife, she charged Lenora. Clearly the Three Star had the upper hand, firing twice at Temperance as she attempted to close the distance between them. One was a graze, the other a through and through, her upper arm the victim. Any time Temperance managed to get close, Lenora practically swatted her away like a cat playing with it's food, trying to get behind Temperance. But, she slipped up once, just once, and Temperance managed to find an opening. Hitting full as hard as she could using Soul Force, she finally managed to attack Lenora in a way she couldn't block. That opening, created another, allowing Temperance to punch Lenora in the face, and then the ribs. Each attack using Soul Force. For a moment, it seemed like she'd finally gained the upper hand, until a boosted strike from Lenora broke what felt like every rib in her body. Temperance was in danger, real, real danger, unable to breathe without immesne pain, she could hardly focus on anything. Lenora took the opportunity to attack once again, Temperance's world quickly going black. But...she woke up again in that community center, to the face of someone who quickly shined a flashlight in her eyes. Nexis presumably, before passing out, managed to send an SOS, on top of one that had been sent earlier by each team to the academy, who sent nearby agents for backup. Lenora was nowhere to be found, having fled the scene after knocking Temperance unconscious.
  
  Both of them were rushed back to the DWMA, Nexis receiving emergency medical care on the way. Temperance herself needed to be traded for two gunshot wounds, cracked ribs, and a torn ligament or two. It was unclear how Temperance managed to survive for so long, but they assume that Lenora went easy on the girl given their relationship, which no doubt saved Temperance's life. After a recount of what happened and a short investigation upon returning to the DWMA, it was revealed that Lenora was a spy, working for…well, the woman wasn't exactly around to answer.
  
  Temperance refused to leave Nexis alone, unable to shake the incredible guilt she felt do her partner, her sibling for being in injured in such a way. But her mental had taken such a sharp decline, Temperance needed the time away from the field anyway. Not that it was peaceful. After a surgery to remove pieces of bullet and stop some internal bleeding, it was discovered that Nexis had their spinal cord severed. Due to the nature of the injury, and the requirements of weapons in the field…they were ruled as unfit for duty. Both Temperance and Nexis took the news extremely hard, Temperance more so. It was her fault, it had to be. She trusted Lenora, she insisted that they join the mission, she made the call to separate from the group, for everyone to split up. She…it was her fault, all her fault. Nexis did their best to comfort her, so did her father, they couldn’t have know but... Temperance couldn’t believe them. Maddox was fed up, dealing with accepting not only the fact Lenora had betrayed them but the fact one of his children’s lives had been altered entirely. His emotion got the better of him, and he lost it on Temperance. Who in turn, yelled some things she didn’t mean. Which earned her a slap, and in response she punched her father square in the jaw. He accepted it though in a moment of clarity, and pulled her into a hug. It didn’t happen often, Maddox holding Temperance as various punches, slaps, and profanities turned into gripping onto him for dear life as she sobbed.
  
  She spent about three months in recovery, helping Nexis while pretty much ignoring her own health in the process. She seemed to shut down, cutting of the few other friends Temperance had, refusing the entire time to talk about Nexis and their future with anyone. Nexis finally had to yell at Temperance for her behavior, which didn’t go over too well, but the girl finally bit her tongue. After a long, private meeting it was determined that Nexis would remain with the academy as part of the support staff (a personal decision Temperance has no knowledge of). Their exact placement would be determined after physical therapy and counseling. Temperance however, would return to the field with a new partner. A newer agent who could turn into a glaive. That partnership lasted about a month before they suffered a rejection after Temperance accused her new partner of being a spy. That would happen a lot over the next month or so, the third partner actually being left behind while Temperance went to complete part of the mission on her own. Because of that, the weapon was out of the loop for the second half, leading to a mishap that could have ended the lives of innocent people. It lead to another accusation of being a spy and Temperance’s superiors finally realized she needed real help. So, an application to the F.A.T.E Program was made. She was in dire need of help, and began the intensive therapy needed before officially joining the F.A.T.E Program.
  
  She was diagnosed with PTSD and anxiety, but it was noted she was possibly going to need a reassment as therapy continued. Temperance has such an immesne guilt about what happened to Nexis, believing whole heartedly that she in some way responsible for what happened. She seemed rather open with her therapists, but an occasional comment led them to realization she believed that the notes they were taking were being given to someone outside the program, that they were taking advantage of her "trust". It took about two months for Temperance to relax enough to give them more information, opening up about the fight, the nightmares she was having, the issues she was having with new partners. It was been her and Nexis as a team for so long, and with Lenora being a spy, Temperance realized that the only person she could really trust was Nexis. Not even her own father got a pass. Paranoia was quickly added onto her diagnosis, her therapy now predicted to take longer. They needed a good plan in order to help her. What seemed to help gain her cooperation was learning she was afraid of never being "normal" again. She wanted help, desperately, but it was so hard to get out of her own head. So in turn, she felt according it would lead to another betrayal, and the cycle continued. But, after 8 or so months when her paranoia seemed to reside some and she stopped actively accusing people of being a spy or double agent, and a little after her 20th birthday, she would officially join the F.A.T.E. Program.
  
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  Relations:
  Ginny Roque - Mother, Status Unknown, Weapon, Age: ??
  
  Temperance doesn't remember much about her mother. The woman left when she and Nexis was only 4 years old, leaving them both in their father's custody. They saw her once on Christmas two years later, and received one or two postcards before communication stopped entirely. They don't even know if she's still alive.​
  
  Maddox Quills - Father, Status Alive, Meister, Age: 56
  
  Maddox is the sole caretaker Temperance and Nexis have had their entire lives. While they're both close to him, Nexis a little more so than Temperance herself, he's not an affectionate father. He loves them both, and they know it, but it's tough.​
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  Nexis Quills - Sibling, Status Alive, Weapon, Age: 20
  
  Nexis is Temperance's fraternal twin, and because of this, they are almost inseparable. Nexis was actually Temperance's first partner. Their weapon form is a Khopesh, a traditional Egyptian sword, but on a mission, they were injured in such a way, they could no longer act as a field agent and is now on desk duty learning the more administrative aspect of being a DWMA agent.​
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  • Temperance actually has Egyptian blood, but doesn't know much about that side of her culture as her father didn't find it too important to pass. What he did pass on though, was food. She knows how to cook a number of traditional meals. Speaking of...
  • Food is a love language of sorts, she enjoys cooking for people. Not that she'll admit it of course.
  • One of the things Temperance takes pride in is her physical appearance. She's 5'6", hourglass and about 270 something pounds of muscle and of course, fat. So she's on the heavier side of Meisters. But she loves it, her father Maddox and Lenora encouraging her to take advantage of it instead of putting her down like some others might have.
  • There's a stray cat that hangs around the Academy Temperance often feeds. Same goes for some of the stray dogs and a number of crows
  • She suffers from phantom pain thanks to the extensive injuries she received after Lenora beat her. Temperance is fairly decent at masking it knowing it's not real, but occasionally, it's a bit overwhelming. When this happens, she finds that curling up in a dark area helps a bit.

 

[Azurian Dream]

Name
Artem Belouse

Age
21

Gender
Male

Species
Human

Traits
None

Height
5'11

Hair Color
Light Blue

Eye Color
Orange

General Appearance
Clothes as shown. The earring is completely made out of plastic he seems to always wear a different tie never wearing the same one twice. A notable difference is Artem's shoes are made of crocodile skin with a magi-tech twist.

Personality
An oddity is definitely one way to describe him as Artem seems to be split between the emptiness of social desire, and a soulful artistic side with his language being dancing. In his non-work life, Artem has no desire nor reason to interact with anyone just staying home and keeping himself to an almost repeat robotic state. If he is caught outside of his living quarters he just really makes a beeline to whatever he's out to do. A concerning amount of chilled out is the best way to describe him as he's the type to walk into a building on fire and walk out of it just as calmly carrying a rescued person right out placing them down and going on with their day. Even pain seems to be an oddity to respond to as someone can knock him down bruising or even cut him, and he will just get back up as if he hasn't felt it.

In his work life when on the clock though it's a flip of the switch he still keeps mainly to himself, but now will respond to the conversation a bit in monotone except for strangely their weapon. In fact, it is well noted that Artem seems to only ever want to have any legit interaction with their weapon partner. Not for any estranged reason, but more so to Artem that's the only relationship any effort is worth giving to. The only time you can see any legit personality from Artem is on the job even immediate notice is Artem even when staying in one spot can always be seen moving in small dance-like steps in place. It truly seems the only place to witness passion from Artem is in combat as Artem is a combatant who never stays still always moving to switch between styles of his massive extension of combative dance styles no step ever wasted in a long melodious plan. The precision of care and attention to their weapon is well worth noting as Artem has insanely allowed themselves to be injured over blocking with their weapon if he feels it will place the weapon in extreme stress, and will only strike when it is a for sure step worthy of dealing damage.

However, that is the only person they concern themselves with on the battlefield Artem has been well known not to pay attention to the status of his other teammates seeming to not care at all about what is happening to them. Unless edged to by their weapon they will even sometimes completely ignore what's happening with the others on their side concentrating on their own floor of issues.

F.A.T.E. Status
Artem's every reason to be placed in the Type A category stems directly from their operational habits of only caring about their partner and having legitly left other teammates behind to see the mission through leaving them in minor to even extreme situations while chasing a target or even concentrating entirely on one opponent do to an obsession to passion for what Artem calls a dance fated to play out. Another complaint came from their last weapon feeling legit concern over his personality, and direction of attention to allowing harm to come to themselves rather than using them as a weapon properly.

History
Artem didn't come from any insane background or broken home. He was the son of a single mom who was passionate about dancing she did however have some issues and a rare disorder known as congenital insensitivity to pain an extremely rare disorder even rarer she had passed it onto Artem along with a side dish of alexithymia. He would constantly watch his mother dance which was her soul passion causing him to eventually mimic it learning the art from her wanting to feel a coxed version of what people tried to describe to him as a love of the arts. Whether he truly has some variant of passion for doing it or if it's simply mimicking to be more human Artem stayed with it proving very skilled at it to where he formed his own form of self-defense with it due to being told he always needed to be ready to defend himself. Back then though the styles he would garner were more so playful habits.

Other than his condition Artem's life was rather simple yet empty. Dancing gave him a connection to simulate what feeling might have been, but there was nothing tying it together to give him a feeling of passion. People talked so much about it yet he himself could not even begin to fathom its luster. Then one day a rather chaotic, and dangerous fight broke out between a DWMA agent and a nasty target the panic, the chaos, and the intensity of the fight were something that caused a strange moment that Artem would never forget... the legitimate feeling of adrenaline. Overtaken by it unlike everyone else who ran in fear Artem kept running after the performance of the two with a desire to kill each other so tense it was like a drug addict's first hit to Artem's senses. He never lost sight and kept on them all the way to the end. Even with the area around them falling apart he couldn't look away as the agent was able to knock out their target leaving quite a bit of destruction to the town in their wake. Artem kept his eyes glued to the agent walking up to them as they sat down taking a moment to enjoy their victory. Seeing Artem they were surprised but then responded to his presence. "I tell you kid nothing hits harder like coming up on top of the rush between life or death." Easy to say Artem took those words to heart more than he probably should have with little understanding as to why he did. At best guess it was the ever-changing expressions on the Agent's faces as the fight went on revolving around the scenario of who had the upper hand it was almost like an intense dance in of itself.

Artem's enrollment into DWMA the very next day came right out of the blue with no rhyme nor fathomable reason for his mother to understand she simply wished him the best as he incorporated the very rules of dancing to his style as an agent. Always keep in tempo with your partner, always move never halt, respect and protect your partner with your life, and never waste a single step. These self-placed rules are the crux of Artem's obsession to care for their weapon partner instilled even greater by their mothers dancing instruction to treat your partner as your other half when dancing.

Upon Artem's very first mission that rush of adrenaline on the ballroom of combat hit hard as their target was supposed to be an easy one yet quickly escalated into anything but transforming into a fight for survival that lasted a whole two days. The team made it through, however, Artem's world from that moment on would never be the same the rush from fighting something so much stronger forcing him to pull upon every trick and style he had would twist his understanding of feeling alive for the first time. The trust engraved into him from his weapon partner at the time in that waltz of death is never forgotten. Artem learned what it truly meant to put your life into another hands just as much as he learned the devouring lust he had for battle it was just him, and his partner against the target all other teammates had been forgotten about having been separated in the chaos of that first mission.

From this Artem through his many trials being in the DWMA had been noted by numerous weapons he could resonate with that he was well caring of them, but slowly the concentration on that motto was a double edge sword on his own life, and the life of others never seemed to be a concern for him causing a scenario where he chased a target causing a few allies to get nearly killed by another target. Along with himself taking a brutal strike, he should have easily blocked with his partner's weapon. Thus his fall from grace into the F.A.T.E program, and while therapy seems to help the fact that Artem has an edge in mimicking emotions it's hard to say if real progress has been made yet until his actions on the field can be seen. Before entering the Fate Program he was a One Star Agent.

Items on your person

Crocodile Shoes
Legit full-skin crocodile dancing shoes bolstered by magi-tech padding designated to help in combat with crocodiles having the most armor-like skin so much to the point that Artem can in fact block/deflect normal attacks from light to medium weighted weapons with a well-placed kick.

Magitech Phone

DWMA Knife

Fighting Style

Capoeira
Artem over the years has developed a mixture of styles in how he fights. However, in all situations, he will start out using the known Brazilian dance martial arts to first gauge a new opponent or against opponents, which he knows are not worth a more extreme style. Mostly a self-defense style he will use this to more so quickly disorient an opponent with a series of sweeps, kicks, and open palm strikes. This style is usually his go-to when unarmed unless the fight is extremely dangerous to which he has another unarmed style. This style's starting stance is usually noticed by a wide forward step. Also if it's clear his other styles are not working anymore on his target he will default back to this style to regroup a strategy.

Tango Works
When faced with an opponent who is either a grappler or an extremely heavy hitter this is the style Artem switches to. Much like a mixture between CQC, and grappling Artem's leg work becomes heavier while staying up close in personal using his own legs to lock his opponents into a halt before rapidly striking with a quick rapid open palm piercing strikes with the tip of his fingers aiming for the kneecaps, neck, and temple pressure points of the body with weapon strikes aiming for primarily the legs/arms. If an opponent attempts to escape this fixed situation they are quickly met with a series of grapples to pull them back in like in Tango pulling them back and locking them with harder grasps never letting them go until truly forced. The plus is it also neutralizes a lot of the wind-up charge or distance most heavy hitters need to effectively attack opening them to a series of damage before they can escape. The downfall of this style is it's a one-time use once someone escapes it the likely hood of catching them in it again is low(unless low intelligence is in play) This style is usually noticed by his right foot moving behind his left. This style is rather useless against other speedster/quick strike-type opponents.

Ballet's Sky
Artem's own response to his own kind, and those who love to take to the sky aka speedster/assassin, and flier types. This style is a mixture of ballet and gymnastics that requires a strong regiment of control of one's muscles while airborne. This is a style that sort of flips the wheel of what people understand of Artem's fighting as it requires his feet to take a non-combative use relying on only his partner weapon to strike. Upon use, Artem will start to jump around, and even parkour quite a bit using a hit, and run methodology. This style has no rhyme nor reason with Artem using whatever he can to jump off to lunge at his enemy, and while for most jumping at a flying enemy is a suicide mission thanks to Artem's control of his body he can still move about in the air in quick session avoiding being an open target however like anyone else he can't stop himself from plummeting to the ground but gracefully so with ballet-like movements making it dangerous for airborne enemies to charge at him during the fall of the attack. When the enemy is close to the ground Artem takes a complete dodge and run mentality winding up to fatally strike his opponent with one clean quick strike before running again in a series of ballet steps. This style is noted by a ballet-like jump.

Tap 'an' Swing
Definitely the most lively of styles taking from both tap dancing and electro swing stirring the two together in a rapid tempo of steps so fast it's quite hypnotizing in itself. Once it starts it's hard to stop with Artem only using this style if using his weapon in full-out weapon combat will place them in danger, or if his weapon were unavailable. This style while seeming to be one big distractive dance plays well into Artem's speed as once he moves his pacing is unpredictably at the upper limit of how fast humans can move. Mixed in with some very brutal martial arts kicks along with literally stomping upon his enemy's own feet the true terror is the plethora of open palm strikes that aim to dislocate the opponent's limbs in a quick session if the enemy doesn't move and move fast. In tandem with Tango's work, Artem's goal is to defeat their enemy by outing their limbs, however, in this version, it's to delay them, or take them in alive. This style can also be just to distract an opponent as once Artem is upon their opponent they can twist and throw them around in session of blocking or pinning their feet down. This style is noted by a sudden left spin session of clog dancing like clicks of the feet.

Samba's Fury
This is the style that is the true accumulation of trust with his weapon partner and is Artem's most aggressive style. Much like Samba, it is a flurry of quick spins mixed with dangerously directed weapon strikes/kicks to an opponent's torso meant to push an opponent to the brink of any movement they make to scream through the nervous system in response. This style also relies on Artem's Weapon to have a minor form of transformation or be confident enough to swap back and forth between human, and weapon form quite a bit. While an insane idea this is meant to add to the already well-filled pot of disorientation to the enemies especially ones that rely on reading their opponents. This is Artem's true intent to kill style very much coming off like an assassin-like style given that it's meant to mock in movement the opponent's own steps using the opponent's movement against them causing them to drain their own energy as they bleed out. However, for more deadly opponents this style counters by turning the whole stage into a dance floor with Artem's photogenic memory to start directing their opponent to smaller enclosed areas or places with numerous obstacles as Artem entraps them into an almost hurricane's eye meaning the moment they try to escape the stage Artems deadly spins will strike. This style's downside is flying/digging/teleporting abilities can easily escape the dancefloor area Artems deemed in use throwing him off instead. Also, enemies who are heavy in defense, or a whole body defense will probably more so feel thrown around than damaged. This style is noted by a Matador-like stance.

Soul Type
SpinVacuum

Artem's soul looks like a spinning sphere threatening to suck anything that gets too close in.

When in effect Artem's soul channels a concentrated near vacuum-like effect underneath his feet/shoes pulling against whatever his feet are pressed against with air pressure. This allows him a sort of suction cup-like trick allowing him to literally walk on walls or other surfaces normally not attainable by usual means its rather effective at negating floor effects, or disorienting abilities that would otherwise trip up others. Now in turn this does not completely change Artem's pull of gravity on things like clothing, or hair they will still follow the natural law, but his physical body will minorly ignore it thanks to wavelength amplification of the air currents that keeps his feet glued as he can casually walk up a wall like its nothing. Now in terms of not wall walking if Artem were to kick someone or something he could still latch onto it however the rule of weight is a deciding factor in how this works out if something heavier than what he can lift with his foot it will pull him if its something lighter he can pull it. Now against organic entities that will resist/fight back, Artem has an extremely harder time holding a suction that people with good strength can sometimes easily pull off from. This ability is only able to be funneled through his feet just to be clear.

Wavelength Techniques

Ocular Soul Perception
Within a range of 50 feet, Artem has a crystal clear perception of every soul in his forward sight. He can for the most part still identify souls with low to medium soul suppression abilities however adept or masters of suppression abilities he cannot find perception during their cloaking.

Wavelength Amplification
While Artem has effectively average levels of Wavelength Amplification in regards to his strength and endurance, his true skill is present in how he uses it to amplify his overall agility. Unlike a burst sprinter, such as an assassin, Artem maintains his nimble nature and agility while using Wavelength Amplification and can extend this when necessary to his entire body when he is orienting himself to an odd surface. While this is more taxing, his practice in doing so allows him to maintain either a vertical or even completely upside down composure for the approximate duration of a standard Waltz, or 3 and a half to 4 minutes. If planted firmly on the ground as opposed to on an odd surface, he can use this same focused boost to instead increase his agility, reflexes, and speed to levels nearly that of what one might expect of a two-star Meister, although these speeds are practiced more for his nimble nature, adding primarily to dodging or flourishes rather than a single decisive strike or raw movement speed. This increase has a similar time limit to his Waltz Walk, and is only used in dire situations as it taxes not only his wavelength reserves body his body to maintain--he has yet to condition himself to withstand that level of amplification for long.(Thank you for Sir Les Paul for deciphering what I meant XD)

Soul Force
Due in part to his soul ability, Artem can temporarily reverse the vacuum effect of his ability into a close-range concussion air blast beyond that he has no real balance with soul force, and the concussion blast seems to slow him down for a moment from his body having to take a breath for his knee's from it.

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. Artem is able to perform most basic resonance with most types of weapons due to his blank slate of personality. However, his proficiency seems at its best with close-range weapons particularly in the knife/dagger family or in the mid-range polearm family. Artem tends to stay away from heavy weapons, and long-range as he has expressed they do not work with his fighting style. Though he is noted to be a good shot his fighting style just doesn't work with long-range weapons.

Complex Resonance
When in near complete sync with his partner Artem can unleash air slashes or air pierces through his weapon. He can also channel his vacuum ability through his weapon pulling at best efficiency up to 100 lbs at 10 feet, and around 50 lbs at 20 ft after that it dwindles down to useless effect.(Future ability as it takes time to build that resonance)

Partner
Not Yet Assigned

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[Nobody Special]

• Basic
• Appearance
• Social
• Soul & Skills

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  Name:
  Giane "Gia" Leone
  
  Age:
  21
  
  Gender:
  Female
  
  Species:
  Human
  
  
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  Height:
  Five Feet and Seven Inches
  
  Hair Color:
  Slate
  
  Eye Color:
  Citrus Orange
  
  General Appearance:
  A charming young woman with unkempt shoulder-length slate hair and oppressive, burning orange eyes, accented by dark circles. Adorned with various pieces of gold jewelry, she carries an authoritative, yet lazy aura about her, often seen either standing tall and proud or slouching with her hands in her pockets. Her wardrobe is surprisingly tame, often wearing some sort of collared shirt (ranging from a plain white one to some of the most absurd patterns you can imagine. I'm serious, she'll show up for a mission wearing this. And then act like nothing's wrong if you confront her about it.) , a pair of dark pants, and whatever pair of shoes she decides to throw on. Her late uncle's black and gold blazer can almost always be seen draped around her shoulders like a cape. She has a peculiar smell of tobacco and vanilla, but somehow manages to actually make it smell good.
  
  
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  Personality:
  Many who have met Giane on neutral terms have described her as pleasant, but unnerving-- an affable ticking time bomb with a dangerously short fuse. While she normally comes off as offhand, calm and collected-- saying or doing the wrong thing can result in her going from shaking your hand to slamming your face into the nearest wall. She does her best to be charismatic and keep up a good appearance, but her background and upbringing cause her violent tendencies to boil over more frequently than she'd like to admit.
  
  Giane is a very assertive woman. She commands respect everywhere she goes, and is most comfortable when she knows that she has some sort of power. She typically only exercises this ordered authority if someone is out of line, however, having a very nonchalant and lax attitude otherwise. She has a very childish mindset at times, not taking many situations seriously and making a joke out of most things. She especially gets a kick out of teasing and messing with others, daring them to do something about it.
  
  Her street-smarts are bound to bleed into her charming, yet crude personality, and they bleeds in a lot. An egregious sailor's mouth, poor manners, and a hedonistic view of the world she lives in are riddled throughout her decent traits. A natural-born public enemy, she has a knack for causing problems whenever she feels like it.
  
  
  F.A.T.E. Status:
  Type E - Giane was placed into the F.A.T.E program due to her and several family members' histories as members of the Cremonesi Crime Family.
  
  Giane's father, Aldo, was an infamous seller in the Innocent Soul Market. He was in charge of multiple hits for the family, and after enemies of the family had been whacked, he ordered members of his cleanup crew to gather the souls, preserve them, and prepare them to be sold. He'd even paid dirty cops to sell him the souls of victims from crime scenes. He would then proceed to sell the Souls to various groups and organizations. He possessed no regard in whom he sold to, ranging from Outlaw Witches to Mercenary Weapons and at times even to Corrupted beings with the financing to make it happen. Seeing as this business was extremely risky yet highly rewarding, Aldo hid this hustle from the other members of the Family-- including Giane herself -- and eventually dropped out of the game before it got too hot. When this information was revealed, Aldo was already imprisoned, but the crimes were still tied to the Cremonesi Family-- and Gia by extension.
  
  Currently, Giane is believed by authorities to be in the position of Caporegime or higher within the Family. However, despite her violent tendencies, criminal history, and self-indulgent lifestyle, her recent actions have actually turned out to be in the favor of the DWMA. Whether it be a sudden change of heart, or an intricate act leading to a larger plan, the institute has made the executive decision to monitor her.
  
  
  History:
  Giane Nico Leone was born in Long Island, New York to Lucia and Aldo Leone. Her father was an infamous Caporegime of the Cremonesi Crime Family, one of the most dangerous Italian-American organized crime syndicates in New York City and the United States as a whole. While Aldo tried his best to keep his only child from finding out about his 'job', it didn't take long for Giane to piece things together and realize what she had been born into.
  
  Giane's connections to her past began to empower her, and before long, she was searching for her own spot in the Family. Her father lashed out at her for attempting to put her own life in jeopardy, rejecting her efforts and instructing other members of the family to do so as well. Feeling ostracized from her natural calling, she grew rebellious, acting out in school and venting her frustrations through mindless violence against others. The one who prevented her from spending time behind bars after a string of petty crimes was not her father, but instead her uncle, Achille Leone.
  
  Uncle Achille was also a Capo of the Cremonesi Family, but he was respected much more than his younger brother. Instead of punishing Gia for lashing out against her father, he gave her exactly what she wanted. She started off as a simple leg-breaker, traveling with a group of highly-experienced men and collecting from those who owed. Her uncle had given her that job to see if she was truly up to the task-- to introduce her to the real way things were in this specific line of business, and she proved worthy. Eventually working her way up from a simple debt-collector to the one handing out said debts, Giane was on a path to greatness within the family, despite being a woman.
  
  By the time Gia was 17, her father barely had any control over her life anymore. Her Uncle had mentored her, and while she still loved her old man, his brother was just the better person at that point. She was like the daughter he had never had, and he treated her as such. At this point, Gia was in control of her own crew, and was pulling the strings behind multiple cases of extortion, murder, robbery, drug distribution, and various other crimes. She had grown comfortable with all of it-- it was family tradition, after all.
  
  Following an unfortunate string of arrests, the Boss of the Cremonesi Family, Federico Esposito, had been killed by police in a shootout during a raid. This left the throne of the family vacant, and it was time for one of the many Capos to step up and figure out who would become the next Boss. After multiple rounds of voting, Aldo and Achille were the final two to be considered for the position an unfortunate division between brothers. Achille was made Boss, and Aldo remained a bitter, jealous Capo. His own brother had taken his respect, his own daughter, and now the position he had always dreamed of?
  
  After a few months, Giane's following of her uncle would be abruptly cut short. During a hangout at one of the various nightclubs the family owned, a sudden attack broke out, resulting in the death of Achille, and almost Giane herself. She would have been killed, if one of the attackers hadn't recognized her, explained to the others who she was, and left her be. As she held her uncle's dying body in her arms, it became extremely obvious who had organized this hit. Perhaps too obvious, as Aldo was arrested for the stunt while in hiding mere days after it took place. Luckily for him, the police had gotten to him before his own daughter did.
  
  She still had the family, but after a few years of continuing the way things were as if nothing had changed, it just didn't feel the same to her. Was this business really worth all the risk? The heartache? At age 20, in hopes of finding more purpose in her life, she sought out the DWMA.
  
  She had passed the One-Star exam, but a concerning year of personal therapy landed her in the F.A.T.E program, where she still clings to a small hope of bettering herself-- for her uncle's sake.
  
  Partner:
  Juno Ramsay
  
  
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  Soul Type:
  Giane's soul is pale blue, surrounded by a fierce aura that warns onlookers that she is not to be challenged. Some who have looked at her soul have expressed hearing faint sounds of prideful laughter emitting from it.
  
  Fighting Style:
  Like herself, Giane's fighting style is very domineering. She prefers to overpower her opponents with sheer strength and a high attack output, utilizing boxing and wrestling techniques to position enemies exactly where she wants them, regardless of whether or not she has a demon weapon in her hand. She finds pleasure in breaking her enemies down with countless attacks to weak spots and a seemingly endless rushdown-like barrage of heavy hits. Because of this, Gia prefers heavy-hitting weapons, like firearms or large bladed/blunt items, but can adjust to whatever she gets her hands on.
  
  Wavelength Techniques:
  
  Dominant Wavelength:
  Individuals with a Dominant Wavelength typically have authoritative spirits or frequently allow emotions like anger or excitement to get the better of them, and tend to lose control of their wavelength and themselves. This results in their wavelength attempting to overtake those of others, which can put dangerous amounts of strain on potential partners and cause them great– and potentially lethal– amounts of harm.
  
  Giane’s wavelength amplifies her powerful personality– and naturally tries to overpower the wavelengths of those she interacts with. This makes resonating with others difficult if she is not a step above her partner in terms of control. Though she has gotten better at not overstepping too much throughout the years, Giane still frequently puts a strain on partners when she allows feelings of malice, excitement or anger to take over, and it can become dangerous for both her partner and herself if she takes things too far.
  
  Soul Force - Giane is a known abuser of Soul Force, and often opts to use it in tandem with her weapon-- she sometimes uses it more than them.
  
  Forced Rejection - While it has its drawbacks, this technique ties in extremely well with her demand for control and affinity for breaking her opponent down. She almost never uses it unless she has to shut down a particularly annoying attack against her. It's mainly used by her to instill a feeling of powerlessness in combat against her.
  
  Soul Perception - Gia's Soul Perception is very... basic. She can barely detect anything more than ten feet away from her, as she as too focused on herself to put so much effort into others.
  
  Resonance Techniques:
  
  Basic Resonance - Being one of the core skills to learn on the path to becoming a Meister, Giane is capable of resonating with others-- her power-hungry wavelength just makes it a tad more difficult.
  

 

[Serei2477]

Face Claim: Ukyo from Amnesia: Memories

Name: Sage Chauvelet
Age: 20
Gender: Male, sometimes mistaken for a girl
Sexuality: Bisexual
Species: Demon Weapon
Traits: Demon Weapon
Height: 6'2
Hair Color(s): Green
Eye Color(s): Greenish blue


General Appearance: Sage, as a whole, gives a lot of "Mother Nature" vibes due to his appearance. He is a tall young man with long green hair that ends at his thighs, narrow blue eyes, tan skin, and a fit build. His sense of apparel varies depending on the day. He's usually seen in a baggy shirt or a poncho, tight pants, and a pair of running sneakers; this style also includes a lot of neutral/Earthy tones (sometimes he might decorate himself with red flowers). When he's feeling stylish, he might go for bolder choices, such as a white turtleneck with a blazer, or colors he shouldn't have chosen that day.


Personality: Sage is "eccentric" in his own right; in other words, strange. His favorite color is red, which he will make known whether you want to hear it or not. He will often enter some sort of strange, euphoric high when he sees fresh blood, and while other shades of red are lovely, they don't give him the same dopamine effect as the former. If not in a life or death situation, Sage could very well have his thoughts clouded by the sight of his favorite thing. He is also quite eager to stab his opponent/enemy at any chance he gets, and to add to the sadism, he thinks it's even more satisfying when the person fights back. Though he has trouble truly empathizing with people, he’s doing his best to try and understand where other people come from.

Aside from this, Sage is very open to other people. He is kind, respectable, loves to go at his own pace in whatever he's tasked, and very carefree. Sage has also proven to be a bit touchy; by this, it means he can sneak in hugs or put a hand on his partner's shoulder and will only stop when he's told to. He's self-aware of himself and understands where he excels and where he is weakest. Without this, Sage would very much be rushing into battle whenever possible. He's also pretty collected, even when losing his temper.


F.A.T.E. Status: Type A. Sage's sadistic nature makes him a difficult weapon to work with since he is eager to see his favorite color when the chance arises. This often makes his partners uncomfortable and less willing to work with him. As of now, he's being a good boy and doing what the organization needs of him.


History:

Sage's parents were naturalists (hippies) in their own right. They loved nature, and were more "in tune" with it than anyone Sage has ever seen. They rejected modernity and preferred to seclude themselves within the forest.

They lived as happily as one could in a cabin surrounded by nothing but forest, grass, and a lake not too far off. They had neighbors that lived not too far off and mostly kept to themselves, but they were very kind of treated everyone like family. Sure it was a hassle to get any sort of convenience technology would be able to provide for them in an instant, but who really needed that stuff anyway?

Sage, before the MIBVI, would attend school in a small, rural town; the same place his parents would go for groceries and any essentials. He made friends with some of the children that lived there, and overall, his childhood was fairly normal. However, within his brain, his wires were crossed, so to say. Though he behaved as one would expect of a child, he was not receiving the appropriate amount of dopamine that activities like playing with friends or eating candy would release. He would receive a bit, but not nearly as much as say, little Timmy experiencing the same thing. Rather, Sage received pleasure from something concerning; blood. Seeing a cut on one of his classmate's fingers made him unexplainably happy, and Sage was more than happy to accept this new discovery. Sage started to become fascinated with the sight of blood. He only spoke about it to his friends, commenting on how nice the color looked and how he wished he could see it all the time.

This garnered many negative reactions from both children and adults. Some of his classmates even started bullying him for being a "weirdo".

Of course, this garnered attention from his parents, who were bewildered that their sweet and peaceful little boy could be similar to a disgusting beast of the planet. They punished him for this, not really explaining why it was bad but expected him to learn anyway. Since they didn't really have therapists experienced in this sort of thing in their town, and the closest one was miles away, his parents had to try and take care of this themselves.

The punishment only worked to make Sage's new dopamine source a forbidden fruit, which made every chance he got to see it even more exciting. And since whenever he saw blood was spontaneous, he treasured each moment more than he should. Without a therapist to help him with this new fascination, his blood lust remained unchecked, or at worst, resulted in being grounded.

Once MIBVI made itself known, his poor mother was the first of his family to become infected during a stockpile trip for quarantine. Her kind and peaceful nature gradually degraded into a thoughtless, aggressive husk of her former self. With what little piece of humanity remained, she managed to convince herself that the only way to keep Sage safe was to lock him in his room. She saw that she'd infected her husband, but thankfully, Sage was still fine. She thought if he stayed in his room and didn't go anywhere, then he could remain until whatever was happening to her and would happen to her husband would blow over.

Very early the next morning, Sage opened the door to his father after the older man repeatedly knocked to get his son's attention. He grabbed Sage's wrist and put him in a wardrobe closet that Sage's grandfather gifted his father and mother for their wedding. Sage tried to talk to his dad and ask why he needed to be in there, but he noticed his father looked... terrible. His face was... not the same. Like his mother, there was something clearly wrong with him.

All Sage could remember was his father's shaking figure and mutters of "don't let her find you" before closing and locking the doors.

From then on, Sage was made to wait quietly in the darkness. He heard his father's voice, his mother's, then an escalation. A lot of screaming, a lot of furniture being knocked over, and screaming from two voices. It was obvious who those voices belonged to. However, he didn't dare speak, for fear that whatever happened outside would happen to him.

After that was footsteps that lingered the house, as if searching, before it opened a door. Then, there was nothing.

Sage stayed quiet in the wardrobe closet for what felt like days, but was actually a couple of hours. He'd heard nothing but silence until a strange voice entered the home. A man's voice. His father said not to let her find him, so Sage believed this might be safety.

He spoke up, calling out to whoever might have been lingering around and knocked on the closet door. Luckily for him, the person to free him was a DWMA agent investigating a call they'd received from the neighbors. The agent tried to tell Sage to close his eyes or to let him blindfold him so Sage wouldn't have to witness the grotesque scene that awaited him. Sage had a blindfold tied around him and was promised money if he kept it on.

Of course, Sage removed the blindfold the first chance he got and what he witnessed was burned into his memory forever.

The sight of his father laying face down on the floor, blood splattering the walls and the counters while a puddle pooled around him. The DWMA agent cursed and dragged Sage out of the cabin as quickly as possible, who did not resist. The agent believed it to be shock, but Sage barely saw the dead body. He was too busy admiring just how pretty the kitchen looked splashed in his favorite color.

Sage, after that, was taken refuge to the DWMA where they learned he had a weapon form. His parents just never thought to teach him because it would disrupt their peaceful way of living. There he attended NOT classes where he was taught weapon transformation and how to control it, and after that he decided to attend EAT classes for two reasons. The first was because nothing was waiting for him when he left DWMA. Where would he go? His life would never be the same again. The second was because this was the biggest opportunity he had to get more dopamine than usual without unconventional means. If he left, he'd have to hurt himself or other people to see what made him happy; both of which would cause problems in the long run.

And so, with this goal in mind, Sage practiced and trained what abilities he knew. He asked for help when he needed it, and took those lessons to heart. His journey was -or rather felt- long, but the motivation to not become homeless and see some blood was what kept him going. In the end he managed to pass, and even remarked being terribly disappointed that the golem he fought didn't bleed.

Speaking of blood, Sage had sometimes let it slip about his "favorite color" and the joys of it, appearing to have not properly learned his lesson when he was younger. His mentors thought he was just trying to be an edgy kid and glossed over what he said, believing it to just be a phase. One of his mentors explained that liking blood wasn't normal, but after Sage spent a good majority of his life believing otherwise, he wasn't all that receptive to being told different. He just stopped talking about his favorite color and the adults in his life thought he's grown out of it.

When he grew older, it became apparent that this wasn't the case. Previous partners of his reported that Sage was very creepy regarding the way he worked. He wanted to stab any opponent they met. He wanted to see anyone they fought bleeding, even if it was a friendly spar. More times than not Sage would try to convince his partners that they should stab any hostile they meet, and when his meisters tried to talk reason into him, it would only work to get him to back off. At one point, Sage got this crazy look on his face and began breathing erratically when some of his partner's blood was spilled. His partner noted Sage's big, devilish smile, which creeped the meister enough to ask for a switch. Granted, he never tried to kill anyone, just sought a fight when the opportunity presented itself; even if things didn't have to go that direction. Sage's behavior became such an issue that he was enrolled into F.A.T.E. to try and fix it. At first, he was resistant and participating purely because he didn't want to be tossed to the streets. Being outfitted with a collar didn't help either since it made him feel even more like a dog. But the more he participated in the program, the more he became open to it. It's a slow process, but progress is being made.


Items on your person:
-Magitech Communicator
-Magitech Watch
-Standard Combat Knife
-Cash

Soul Type: Sage's soul is a regular human soul that is pink in color. It keeps the shape of a sphere, but the body of it is more flowy, with pieces of the tail falling like leaves from a tree. When viewed through Soul Perception, the soul itself is always happy and doesn't seem to like to sit still. Though when it sees blood, the soul becomes eerily still as it stares at it.


Weapon Type:

Spoiler

Sage's weapon form is a green spear with silver and a blue gem that matches his eye color near the end of it.

Upon closer inspection of the base, the meister would notice that it is made of tightly woven and incredibly strong vines. These vines are flexible, and allow the meister the ability to loosen and retract the vines to create a functional whip. The weapon can also grow more vines from the base and manipulate them; these ones with or without thorns, to bind the opponent.


Wavelength:

Heart of the Belladonna - Acts as an Elemental Wavelength, giving Sage the ability to mimic the effects of plants; specifically the Deadly Nightshade.


Unique Traits:

Anti-Coagulant - When Sage’s weapon form cuts someone in any way, this ability will have their wound bleeding for longer (30 minute time limit. After that the healing process returns to normal). The scabbing and healing process is slowed so that Sage can admire his favorite color longer. Depending on the wound, the affected won’t die from this.
Important Note: Sage can't control the rate the wound bleeds, but he can control whether or not this ability is active.

No Touchy - In weapon form, Sage can spring thorns out of the base and stab the hand(s) trying to handle him. He can also pick and choose where the thorns pop up from. Combined with his Anti-Coagulent ability, this could make things messy.
Note: This is usually used against someone who is not his meister putting their hands on him, or when in whip mode to add more damage to each strike.

Natural Resistance - Natural Resistance means that Sage's metabolism is so high that his body breaks down toxins and other harmful chemicals before they can actually do any damage to him. This means that Sage's body has a huge resistance to a lot of harmful biological weapons, and a full blown immunity to alcohol, most mind-altering drugs, etc.

Unfortunately, the con of this is that Sage is resistant to pharmaceutical drugs and anesthesia. He will require higher doses in order for any pain medication to take affect, or to sleep through the span of a surgical procedure.


Skills and Training:

Art of Self-Defense: Sage has learned during his youth that people don’t like to be cut, and will defend themselves to keep that from happening. Who’d have thought! So, in order to make sure it’s not his blood he’s seeing, Sage has taken the time to learn and train this. Though his means of self-defense isn't the same as what's usually taught because he put a lot of his own twists into it.

Weapon Training: Sage underwent weapon training so that he was able to properly fight and defend himself should he not have or be separated from his partner (totally not because he goes through a lot of partners). Like the self-defense technique, he put his own spins on it to make it more unpredictable.

Full Weapon Transformation: Sage has mastered his weapon transformation; a technique that is now second nature to him.



Resonance Techniques:

Absorb: Basic Demon technique - Allows the demon to absorb souls to become a Death Weapon eventually.

Basic Resonance: Sage can perform basic resonance with anyone he’s compatible with. Pacifists and empathizers need not apply.


Partner: N/A (Elly preference. Spoke to Emp about it and he was cool with the idea)


Extras:

- His biggest fear is being confined into a small space. It reminds him of his childhood and he does not want to go back to it.
- His birthday is November 25th.
- Sage exercises a lot because he doesn't want to fall behind as an agent.
- Sage doesn't sing, but he's really good at whistling; one of the few hobbies he had growing up. He learned a few bird calls thanks to hearing them every day.

 

[JellySquishies]

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

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  Name: Juno "Jun" Ramsay
  
  Age: 21
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Species: Demon Weapon
  
  Height: 6’0”
  
  Weight: 170 lbs
  
  Hair Color(s): Pink to green gradient
  
  Eye Color(s): Green
  
  General Appearance: An alluring young woman who would be described as modelesque by most due to her shapely figure and taller than normal height. Her hair, despite it being a natural gradient, does grab the attention, since her hair used to be white to green. The two black dots beneath her eyes are out of place as well. Though much has changed about her since being accepted into the Project F.A.T.E. , no longer intimidating looking, she comes off as far less of a threat now. If anything, despite her height, she is almost as non-threatening as they come.
  
  Her demeanor on the bubbly and ditzy side is paired with clothes that are often either comfort wear or something that is unintentionally very form-fitting because things have to be tailored to fit her correctly. Mostly in bright colors ranging from soft pastels to saturated ones in styles that would be considered cutesy if not for her physique. Usually avoids heels due to her height, opting for shoes that don’t add to it. Her lower back length hair is usually kept into two signature braids, or in some other trendy hairstyle, otherwise, it is kept down. The sweet smell of sakura and strawberries hangs around her due to that being her favorite flavor of sweets.
  
  Partner: ????
  
  
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  Personality:
  The Juno of the N.O.T. Class’s elite second-year weapons is a much different person compared to Jun who is a Type D Agent of Project F.A.T.E. A seemingly, complete one-eighty reversal of each other to the point that she is almost unrecognizable from who she was.
  
  Back then, she was cutthroat and mean-spirited to just about everyone, her meister included for a short time before they proved their pairing up was more than just a fluke. He was one of the only people who she trusted enough to value their opinion. Far less severe and biting to him than anyone else because she was the one who took the lead. She brought him up to her level because no one attached to her could be trash. She was on another level and still continued to climb, her confidence and ability to make up plans on the fly helped her maintain that pace she set for herself. The breakneck kind that had no room for people who weren’t going to put in the same amount of work she did, especially if they couldn’t make it look effortless like her.
  
  That was Juno; rudely abrasive and overly confident in herself to the point of arrogance. And it was that arrogance that got her meister and teammates’ killed.
  
  Leaving Jun to suffer its consequences behind a cheery smile and bubbly personality. Not naive, but air-headed in the way that she may notice things but not regulate the amount of importance to it that it deserves. She knows that she catches the eyes of others, and if she were to be embarrassed about it, it would not be the fact that her skin was showing but that her nails had a chip in the paint. Her confidence is still there, but not so aggressive or hungry to break others down to keep herself up, in fact, she goes out of her way to build upon those around her. Sharing honest and positive sentiments about them to them in the moment. Though they might not find her compliments all that flattering at times, the rest are surprisingly insightful for someone who is seemingly too busy taking pictures of herself to add much to any debates.
  
  
  
  Jun takes pictures of herself and others, making sure to include everyone in some way. Sometimes coming off as a little pushy before she starts pouting when she decides to let it drop. It hurts her pride a little, but admitting defeat is something the old her would have never done, or gotten over with mere sweets. Let alone congratulating someone who bested her with a smile once she stopped pouting.
  
  To put it simply, she isn’t living to get that planned ending far in the future, but living in the present for the gift it is. No more overthinking herself into a tizzy she wasn’t allowed to show or being the responsible one with all the answers anymore. She is allowing herself to have the teenhood she tried to mature past when she was supposed to be living it. Letting herself be flawed and clumsy, to have her huge appetite for delicious food or love wearing cute things that make her feel happy again. She suffered enough to get here. The past haunting her like the ghosts of her dead friends, if some of them would even call her that. Her maddening anger comes up to rear its head when someone belittles another person, as the flashbacks of her doing the same thing to the people who no longer live burn into her mind. Guilt bubbling to the surface like bile, as she knows she could just as easily go back to being that if she opened her mouth. So letting her fists do the talking instead seemed better. The pain in the knuckles is easier to swallow than the bitter pill that she was the wrong person to have survived.
  
  Her new hobbies where she creatively put her pain and resentment into colorful works that need no explanation are more psychiatrist-approved ways of dealing with those feelings, and it was one of the only ways for people to see her resourcefulness again without it coming off as a fluke. She is smarter than she seems, but as she limits herself from dwelling on things for too long, it only shows in the important snap judgments she makes to avoid being inconvenienced.
  
  Or on the off chance that she has to be a peacemaker, being able to discern a quick way to soothe two angry parties is a nice skill to have. Since she is more of a follower these days, her rather calm and simplistic way of dealing with situations is something that many people adore her for. Because she doesn’t mind being teased or joked about for all the silly things that she does, at times she even laughs with them all the same. Though they will soon find themselves being teased lightheartedly by her at some point as well, such is the nature of her friendship.
  
  
  
  F.A.T.E. Status:
  Type D - Jun’s placing as a D Class Fate Agent was entirely thanks to the single incident that landed her in the hospital, severely wounded and near death because of how it steeply declined her mental health even further than it was before she was infected with MIBVI by her own meister. He began to attack her when he lost control of himself thanks to his madness mixing very poorly with his bloodlust after they had to watch their friends die in the horde of infected that they stumbled upon by accident during the low-level mission she was supposed to be leading.
  
  Because she overestimated their own abilities and underestimated the danger. It took her years to recover from the madness to an acceptable level and the wounds it left on her soul, and F.A.T.E. played a big part in that because of the resources its program proved helped people like her get to the point where she could even apply to be in it.
  
  It would be a waste of her potential and the lives of the people who died for her to not try to make something of herself in some capacity to DWMA despite her record having been tarnished from her prior bad behavior towards her classmates and how her wavelength can be dangerous when paired with her madness since it can generate an AOE blast. And has since went through the process of applying to be part of Project F.A.T.E..
  
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  Juno was technically born in the United States, right in good ol’ Death City, Nevada. However, her parents, both of whom were ex-graduates of DWMA, were transferred to the Japanese branch of DWMA to assist with teaching due to the uptick of weapon students there being similar to her mothers. Since she had extended family there, the transition was easy to make. It was supposed to be a form of retirement since they had been on the frontlines against the Outlaw Witches, even more so after Spirit’s death.
  
  The teaching position was meant for them to finally settle down and have the family that they wanted while they still could since they were getting up there in age.
  
  But despite having taken care of one threat, another always emerges.
  
  There had been rumors and whispers of a disease that was quick to spread and very deadly. Something that sparked the fear of madness all over again. That’s why they wanted to get out of the firing lines and try to lay roots somewhere safe with their infant daughter.
  
  But the rumors turned into statistics of mortality caused by MIBVI, and the teaching position may have been what saved their lives. She was allowed to stay on the mostly empty campus with her newborn where the protocols were strictest. Juno’s father was less lucky, immediately subscripted into their defense force to help cull the threat. He managed to not get infected during the beginning of it all, a miracle in itself, as many were far more unfortunate. He watched as the numbers were culled again and he was kept at a distance from the family he was fighting to protect because numbers were low before it happened, and were getting lower. Her mother's family started falling like flies until it was just them there in Japan.
  
  
  
  Juno spent most of her early childhood in quarantine within the Japanese campus, kept at a distance from all the students who attended during those times regardless of them living on campus like her due to the regulations in place to keep meisters and weapons still in rotation. So she was often left on her own for long periods of time, and as a kid, she didn’t want to watch the news channels describing all the ways her father could be dying from a virus that she could barely wrap her head around. Not that she could remember much about him that wasn’t present in the photos her mother stared at longingly whenever she thought Juno wasn’t looking. Or that her daughter didn’t notice how she cut off the only conversations she would get with him for the month so she could talk to her husband just a little longer.
  
  Every morning she was her dress-up doll for the photo that would be sent to him to show how she was growing.
  
  So what else did she do all those years?
  
  Well at first it was homework her mother gave her because it wasn’t safe for her to go to a normal school, and for the most part it was things she finished quickly so she could go running around the campus. Searching for things to climb, classes to snoop in from cracked doors, and security guards to avoid when they finally noticed she was out and about. Normally they just herded her back to where she was supposed to be, but as things got worse, the less they tolerated her shenanigans and started to heed her mother’s rules.
  
  Her mother quickly lost patience with her often and scolded her, venom in her tone whether she meant it or not. The apologies and crying that came after being thrown into her room behind a locked door, the woman laying beside her sometimes in the middle of the night sobbing how sorry she was for losing her temper. It must be genetic, only Juno wasn’t allowed to get mad back.
  
  That’s why a small mail slot was added to her bedroom door, so she could be locked inside and be slid pages upon pages of busy work between her mother’s classes. Luckily a bathroom was part of her room, and her mother had long since put in a mini fridge for snacks and drinks. No sweets though, they would rot her teeth.
  
  
  
  If she didn’t complete the work she got yelled at.
  If it wasn’t right, she got snarky remarks.
  
  But when she started meeting her mother’s expectations, the woman conceded things for her. Though they could quickly be turned into leverage for obedience. Her favorite was the gaming consoles, some unlucky students had theirs taken away since her mother would never spend the money to get her one of her own, not with the silicon shortage. Those really helped pass the time until her door was unlocked and she was free to roam the house and go into the yard for a little bit.
  
  She was ten when she partially transformed for the first time while she was leaving the bathroom. Terrified and alone with her legs replaced with a handle, she found out that no matter how loud she screamed, she was left on her own. It hit her in a whole new sense that day that no one was really looking out for her when she had to figure out how to get her legs back by herself in order to get herself off the floor. Maybe if she hadn’t her mother might have believed her about it because she couldn’t force it to happen on command. Instead, she had all of the games and extracurricular things taken from her.
  
  Her mother didn’t let her talk to her father that night, and the next day was the first time she tried to get out on her own, opening the window of her room and climbing out onto the roof to then jump into a tree and jump down. Using her small frame to go into the DWMA’s library to find books to help her. While the news reported on breakthroughs of a vaccine she was reading books on how to help herself, making sure to put herself back in her room before her mom got back. Biding her time until she could prove without a doubt that she wasn’t lying. It took her months before she was ready to show her mother, months of trying to make it manageable because talking about it only irked the woman more.
  
  So she waited for her chance to talk to her dad to do so. Telling him at the same time that she could turn her arm into this weird hammer-looking thing, staring her mother right in the eyes as she did. She barely got to hear her father’s praise when the phone was snatched from her hands, the look on her mother’s face furious as her husband’s voice permeated the room since her daughter had put it on speaker, going on how she wanted to go to Death City where he was stationed to learn from the DWMA branch there. Maybe they could see each other, and he could see her do it in person.
  
  Her father solidified those plans happily, for the first time since she was a baby, he would finally get to hold his daughter again. The reception that welcomed them shortly after her eleventh birthday spent in quarantine was somber. Only hours before their plane landed, the news of his death had reached his family who had to pick up Juno and her mother.
  
  Her grandparents and the owners of the hostel that had watched over them as they were decontaminating the mother and daughter break down.
  
  
  
  From that day forward, her mother didn't let a day go by without reminding her that Juno was the one that distracted her father with their reunion. Days before the vaccine was completed, all because she wanted to go to school in Death City. The pressure she placed on her was the punishment she deserved, so Juno had to do well because her father died for it. The looming threat of wasting her chance alone made her slowly grow into the self-centered and conniving bitch her mother constantly told her she was when her grandparents weren't around.
  
  They were the only ones who treated her successes with kindness, celebrating with her when she did well, which reinforced her methods of doing so. She didn't make friends, but she did gain a reputation for achieving her goals.
  
  The first one in the N.O.T. class to master the full-bodied transformation, showed an aptitude for controlling her wavelength when tested on resonance with a teacher, and aced the Ultimate Written Exam to be placed in the E.A.T. Class before even finding a suitable partner. Though that was her one hang-up, she was on the prowl for one who could achieve basic resonance with her, and every person she had tried to resonate with ended up with them being thrown back violently by rejection because of her trying to find one so early on in the course. Holding her while in her weapon form was doable, but none of the people she scouted out to try could hold resonance for more than a few seconds. It wasn't until she offered her hand to the students she considered the last resort due to their lackluster behavior in class as a last-ditch attempt before having to waste more time waiting for the rest of the class to catch up, when she found someone who she clicked with.
  
  He was just barely taller than her, which was saying something because she was the shortest person in class. Almost completely unremarkable in every way and constantly shaking like a leaf in the wind from nerves, he was the exact opposite of her ideal partner. But even she couldn't deny that he held onto her for a full minute before the rejection kicked in, much softer than it ever had, and he still wanted to try again. That was the start of the beautiful love/hate partnership she had with Bo Winchester, her werewolf meister with hidden anger issues and no academic bone in his body. He would have been kicked out of school if not for her helping drill the information in his head, just like she would have been stuck with some snobby upperclassman for a meister.
  
  They made an excellent team with her at the helm for strategy, and his cheery self gaining traction with their classmates turned teammates. Not exactly her friends, but it was the closest she was going to get since she had been reprimanded several times for how she treated her classmates. As much as they hated it, she was the brains of the bunch and when they did what she said, it turned out great for them. Plus her mother always treated them very well when they were over at her house, and she was more bearable under her watchful eyes.
  
  
  
  Not that it happened often, since Juno avoided having anyone over, in fact, she was quick to move out of her mother's house during their second year of E.A.T. Class at DWMA. Moving in with Bo into a small apartment by the campus, even though it meant they had to take on part-time jobs on top of the missions the school shelled out. The two of them grew into their dynamic as Bo flourished under her training regiment and shot up like a weed, much to her dismay since even with her also having a growth spurt it was still not as much as his. Though not even that could ruin her good mood at having consumed nearly eighteen souls and it seemed that they would be reaching twenty sooner rather than later. What with MIBVI cases being on the mend with the vaccine saving lives and the surge of Magitech, this was their time to shine.
  
  Eighteen souls.
  Nineteen souls.
  
  The perfect mission had opened up for her to get her twentieth soul, if not more, where she could lead the little group Bo had made. Things were looking up and she was estatic. Her mother couldn't downplay this achievement even if she tried, and Juno wasn't going to let her. She took that mission and gathered her friends to do it, riding in Bo's car since he was the only one with a valid license to get there. Driving from Nevada to Arizona, where they were supposed to quell the low-level Kishins that were grouped there. By all means, it was an easy mission, even for their group which was on the cusp of being promoted to Two Stars. There should have been nothing to it, an easy in-and-out win.
  
  But it wasn't.
  
  They found out quickly that it wasn't when they got to the small town in that remote region to find it basically deserted. The warning signs were right there in front of them. The stench of iron in the air and the fact that everything looked broken and trashed. Like they had rolled up to the aftermath of a fight. It was her call to not inform the school at that moment that something was off. They pressed on, further into the town, and closer toward the mass of moving bodies they would stumble upon too late.
  
  
  
  Her teammates had run to the first stragglers they came across the second they saw the blood on their clothes, not paying any attention to their strange movements until they were in grappling range. Bo used her to free them, but the madness was fast spreading the second she had tried to help them, unlike everything she had ever been told about it. Juno called for help with her phone as Bo drug them to safety in the only building that wasn't in complete shambles. The fight from earlier had attracted the rest of them to start running in their direction. They were supposed to evacuate immediately and try to get to the nearest hospital they could notify.
  
  Instead, their numbers dwindled down to just her and her meister trying to fend off the small town residents lost to madness without being infected themselves. An almost impossibly tall order for One Star students, even at the top of their game. Somehow they managed to at least knock them out so they weren't attacking, but before they could catch their breath, their teammates started attacking them.
  
  The backup from DWMA wasn't there yet.
  
  Bo had gotten hurt, and their resonance was getting unstable, and-
  
  The madness thrived in it.
  
  Rejection took over and she was sent flying from him and through a window, the wind getting knocked out of her as she could feel every fresh cut she got from the glass shattering from behind her. Parts of her hair were lobbed off as well before she finally landed on the ground, skidding to a stop in the middle of the street disoriented. It hurt to move and there was a dark pulsing etching from her soul that was screaming for her to get up and beat her meister down. The same meister she could hear howling and fighting unrestrained with their classmates.
  
  By the time the madness had taken its hold over her to get her back onto her feet giggling, Bo was stepping out of the window with his eyes locked on her.
  
  There was no way she would win that fight, not with him wolfed out on madness and bloodlust, red dripping from him. He wouldn't be coming back from this.
  
  She shouldn't either. She should have called before walking further into town.
  
  It was her call that got them here.
  
  The Madness of Remorse.
  
  
  
  She repressed the memories after that, the only distinct thing she can recall is the feeling of two of his nails piercing her face ready to rip her skin off while staring her directly in the eye. The feeling of not being afraid of that happening and what would become of her after haunted her in various nightmares as she rested in the medical center of the MIBVI Response Force, a medically induced coma as they tried to combat the madness that plagued her far worse than the virus itself since her mental health.
  
  It took months of people using the Magitech Devices to get her to stabilize, the white of her hair turning to the same pink as her soul with each passing day after being administered the vaccine. And only after that did they start to ease her toward a waking state. Not that her waking up went well with her mother being the first person to greet her. The woman rubbed it in that it was her fault that her friends were gone. That she just kept getting innocent people killed because of what she wanted. How she wouldn't get her, because she was leaving. Her mother was leaving her broken fifteen-year-old daughter having a complete breakdown to the point she had to be strapped into the bed so she didn't further injure her broken limbs.
  
  A huge setback to the progress they had made with her was done within two minutes.
  
  On the other hand, her grandparents became her legal guardians, and were far more healthier for her, though they weren't allowed to be in the same room with her until they found the right setting madness inhibitor to avoid having to sedate her as often. But they came every day, speaking through a phone while they stand behind the glass separating them, but still visible. She didn't speak to them or the therapist that was assigned to her for weeks. The best they could get was her crying, she was mute the entire time she was in the hospital, and for a while, after she was discharged under strict guidelines, one of which was Sound Mind training.
  
  It was only after her grandmother revealed she had a healing wavelength, and wasn't afraid to be near her, that she started opening up again. The process was slow and her nightmares were frequent, but she followed through with every visit. Her grandparents were beside her every step of the way. Medications were given and progress was made, the fragile steps of her going through physical therapy to learn how to walk again just as she took baby steps to move on.
  
  
  
  Though her body got to be as good as new, perhaps even better now that she learned how to work on her flexibility the proper way and maintain an actually healthy health routine that didn't cut out things for superficial reasons. New hobbies putting her idle hands to use to make better use of her time, her laughter and smiles lighting up the family home much like her father's had. Her hair had finally had the chance to grow back instead of being cut in the spur of the moment on a whim and her grandparents got her all sorts of hair accessories to weave into it to celebrate her nineteenth birthday.
  
  Her psychiatrist approved of her progress at working on herself for the better when they finally broached the topic of the incident. For once, she didn't shut completely down, though the inhibitor did put in some work the longer she was left to ramble her thoughts and what she could remember. What she theorized had happened, and what she could have done to have stopped it.
  
  The survivor's guilt is still strong even five years after. She didn't believe her psychiatrist when she said that there was nothing she could have done, that it wasn't her fault because she didn't know. Juno couldn't have possibly known, and separating herself by choosing to go by Jun wouldn't change that. However, Jun was the Juno who learned from that experience and now knows her triggers. The guilt of things she had done and hadn't stopped when she had the chance to were what sparked her madness to grow.
  
  And by knowing that, she could regulate herself alongside the inhibitor that she had started to match her outfits toward. She may not be able to change what has been done, but the future was all her own. This time, she wanted to make peace with herself by at least earning that one spot she had been striving for. If not for herself, then for those who had fallen before she made it.
  
  From that day forward, she put everything into preparing herself for joining Project F.A.T.E. The trials that would come with it were daunting, but she wanted to try. She couldn't live with herself if she didn't at least make the attempt, but she was out of practice. So for two years, she trained under the watchful eyes of her psychiatrist and grandparents until she felt she was ready to apply shortly before her 21st birthday. The news of her acceptance timed to almost be a birthday gift in itself.
  
  
  
  
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  Soul Type: Harmonic Soul
  Her soul is rather round and the same shade of pink as her hair. It is constantly pulsating and shifting in place, which can easily be mistaken for hyperactivity of a flexible soul if not for the tempo changing seamlessly to match with whoever is closest to her without connecting to them. Something similar to her vibing with whoever is around her, making her an easy soul to pair with for resonance in theory due to its malleability.
  
  Now with its constant movement, the few small holes near the bottom of her soul could be mistaken for ripples, the green coloration around the edges helping hide them until she has a bad day. They are small and slowly growing smaller every day, but are the first to start turning black when her madness is more challenging to manage. The progress she made to heal those spots deteriorates as the madness subsides.
  
  Her brand of madness has been labeled Madness of Remorse due to its triggers being based on her own actions or inactions from the past being placed in front of her again. While it is easy to get her to step away from it and to de-escalate in most cases of just her poor behavior when done to her, it is entirely different when she witnesses it being done to someone else as it is something she can presently deal with. Thus she can either revert back to her old personality to deal with the situation and cause her madness to flare up in an acceptable range or have her remain silent and have her madness spike with the potential to cause herself harm in the process, exasperating the problem.
  
  Her Chorus Wavelength, using the analogy of the wavelength being the sound produced by the meister’s soul, and the weapon’s soul amplifying it to be heard, her wavelength is more akin to their combined wavelength having a backing track thanks to the limberness of her soul being able to accommodate different wavelengths.
  
  On paper, it sounds like a very good thing for a weapon to have. However, in practice, someone who doesn’t understand what is going on or how to use it, results in discord with the wavelengths. And where there is discord, rejection is sure to follow. Especially if it’s the first time she has ever resonated with someone, rejection is usually given a few seconds in because of how her wavelength would feel overbearing to them when in reality she just needs to adjust the volume of it to accompany the other, but before she can do that they’ve already decided that it’s not working and that leads to rejection.
  
  Her wavelength fills in the missing pieces of anything that resonates with her directly to stabilize resonance, regardless of what it is, and has a slight effect on their attacks. Hence why she goes through extensive measures to avoid madness as it may spark her own to rise. She has been introduced to the idea of Calm Mind, though she has yet to have any training in it.
  
  
  
  Weapon Form:
  War Hammer
  
  The weapon is seemingly made entirely of metal with a familiar shade of pink hidden within the center of its hammer. There are specific places in its handle that allow for it to be flexible, or to even fold into itself for closer ranged combat. There are etchings all over the hammer that fill with the combined colors of Jun and her meister's souls when resonance is achieved, and on the fate edge with a distinct heart detail that is often left imprinted on whatever it hits while the jagged end could be used as a pick of sorts.
  
  Unique Traits:
  Flexible - Jun can change the rigidity of the handle of her weapon form to make it more elastic and flexible to give more time to gain momentum to hits. In the same breath, she can also change its length a small bit by having portions of it fold into itself to make her more usable in smaller rooms.
  
  Madness Touched - Due to being infected with the MIBVI, and despite years of therapy, it is still a big concern of her madness flaring up. Since she has only just been accepted to F.A.T.E. she hasn't had more than just an introduction to Calm Mind. So she primarily has to rely on the techniques her psychiatrist has taught her alongside her medication and the madness inhibitor, to keep it at bay. Most days it is kept at an acceptable level and has shown signs of decreasing, but madness is by its own nature, rather fickle when it comes to humans. Especially the ones walking a tightrope over poor mental health.
  
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  Fighting Style: A flexible minx with tons of stamina and a nasty sucker punch, she opts to go in for precise hits to maximize the damage she can produce since she is nowhere near the same level of strength as a meister. For a weapon she is very in shape, she can lift at most, twice her weight and has extensive training in CQC, though she favors martial art forms that involve a lot of punching since it is her main defense when not with her meister to defend herself.
  
  Absorb: A basic ability all demon weapons have in some capacity to gain power to eventually becoming a death scythe, her method involves "crushing" the soul within her hand in a way that is suspiciously similar to a certain game series involving personas.
  
  Wavelength Techniques:
  Soul Perception: Minimal and entirely dependent on matching wavelengths with those in close proximity to her. It's very limited in that she can only really see blobs of color if she squints and some movement, but she can get the distinct feel of their emotions at least, it's the best she could do with only two years with only her old DWMA notes to help her. It's her best way to feel people out for madness and what may trigger it in others.
  
  Here Comes The Chorus: When resonance has been achieved and a successful hit has been landed with her weapon form with her meister, that hit has the chance of having an area of effect blast from where her hammer hits that may possibly change slightly depending upon the wavelength her meister provides.
  
  Resonance Techniques:
  Basic Resonance: Proficient. As far as resonance with a partner goes, Jun has no problem with the technicalities or even wavelength control, it's just people tend to shy away from hers and with that little bit of "something's a lil off here" ends up with that little bit of discomfort being turned into rejection because of her wavelength boosting the negative feeling. Those that can look past that find that she matches almost instantly after that. Her wavelength can even fool those who aren't paying attention to think that her and her meister's wavelength is more advanced than it actually is, and can be a great stepping stone to complex resonance if she can get the experience of resonating with her meister repeatedly.
  
  
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  Items On Person:
  
  
  
  • Magitech Communicator
  • Magitech Watch
  • Madness Inhibitor and Incapacitation Collar
  • Standard Combat Knife
  • Cash
  • Journal
  • Her smartphone
  • Secret stash of sweets
  • Hair ties
  • Small emergency makeup bag
  Interesting Facts:
  
  • Her face claim Pre and During DWMA is Daki/Ume, but her Post DWMA is Mitsuri Kanroji both are from Kimestu No Yaiba
  • The color change of her hair is directly related to her soul and its healing process.
  • She specifically requested her Madness Inhibitor have the capabilities to incapacitate her if her levels get too high, though this hasn't happened in a long time, she would rather be cautious than sorry.
  • Her joints tend to start making sounds if she remains still to long.
  • Was and still is an avid gamer, though she now prefers more story-based/chill games.
  • Big sweet tooth for deserts or snacks, but sweet meat meals are a big no no.
  • Writes in her journal every day, even though it is supposed to be a dream journal for her psychiatrist.
  • Calls her grandparents every day, and sends them at least one selfie.
  • Coffee, hot chocolate, boba, and teas are her go-to comfort drinks.
  • Still has frequent nightmares.
  • An avid lover of horror movies.
  • Has cosplayed the canon characters before. (She looks up to Spirit the most, her parents never told her about his womanizing ways)
  • Possible themes
  
  
  

 

[Mook-LandStrider]

Name:
Annika Lindstrom

Age:
22

Gender:
Female

Species:
Human-Meister

Traits:
Madness

Height:
5’9”

Hair Color(s):
Yellow-Orange

Eye Color(s):
Golden

General Appearance:
Varies, she will wear just about anything that fits.

Personality:
Annika can best be described as a very caring yet destructive individual. She is quick thinking, focused and very much a driven individual in all aspects. She keeps herself busy and is always into something, whether it be tearing into a machine or attempting to fix what may or may not be broken. While these traits are fantastic to have on a team, you never know when those traits will go into overdrive. Where she once actively supports and builds, she turns destructive, casting off the meaning of controlled destruction and carving a path through whatever stands between her and her target.

Beyond the field of battle this manifests in her constant need to ‘improve’ objects, machinery and whatever may be laying about. She will pour her heart and soul into whatever she is working on, even if it turns out to damage it rather than fix it. While you would expect her to stop if asked, during these episodes she will believe heart and soul that she can ‘fix’ it and that it is imperative that she be allowed to do so. This has led to some interesting encounters and conflicts.

Due to her confinement and madness treatment Annika tends to react rather strongly to white rooms, confinement and generally has a hard time expressing herself wether it be through venting or just talking about how she is feeling. She generally feels that letting people know whats really going on will end up causing her some degree of harm or may get her tossed into another mad house. Due to this she rarely speaks up when she feels down or out of the normal, bottling things up and trying to work through it herself.


F.A.T.E. Status:
Attempting to blow up her mother, destructive nature and capability. She is madness touched and suffers from bouts of intense ‘creativity’ and focus. Her current treatment involves being assigned to Starwulf in wavelength control and some tender loving… medication.


History:
Annika’s early life could best be described as barren, empty and full of distrust. Annika was born to an avid Magitek inventor by the name of Eisen Lindstrom whose various constructions have brought prosperity to the family and Sevina, a witch who wanted nothing more than to have a child she could teach herself. This proved to be Annika’s curse, the fact that despite having magic in the family, she was born a useless human… at least in the eyes of her mother.

Her mother would say necessity is the mother of invention, and that if she wasn't going to be useful to her in a magical sense, then she would be useful in a physical one. From the age of 6 she was tasked with breaking down differing machines for her mother to remake into useful parts. She was to do the smaller work, with her hands being the perfect size for many of the harder to reach places. This continued for several years, often causing bouts of intense hunger and long periods of little rest. Everything came to a head at the age of 13.

She had begun planning it a month before, the years of abuse by her mother and pretending like everything was fine when her father was home finally caught up with her. Everything was in place, she had been working on it for weeks and when she finally snapped everything was in place. Booby trapping her mother's workspace, the resulting malfunction caused an explosion, ripping her mother's hand off in the process.

With her plan having only partially succeeded, her mother went ballistic. The following events left Annika scrambling for an exit. Her mother in an unhinged rage set the house on fire, causing a violent blaze to spread within at a very rapid rate. The events ended up causing the sprout of madness to burst, causing a full-blown outbreak as Annika’s mind cracked under the stress.

Putting her escape plan into motion, the years of stress caused her to fold into herself. Managing to get out of the house by breaking down a wall with a magitek device she had cobbled together, she was quickly met by the madness response team. Wrangling the crazed Annika was not simple, but they subdued her without injury to any involved.

Following being stabilized, Annika was allowed to enroll into the DWMA, going through therapy for several years while beginning to work as an Agent for the academy. Everything had been going well for a time, her mother having disappeared and being pronounced a renegade witch. Her father stayed close, having never realized the deep reality that annika had experienced. He ended up leaving his job, focusing on his daughter and the occasional job to help keep their finances up. However, the scars of those events persisted. Taking the form of compulsions, and manic episodes, Annika struggles to shake the tendencies that she had been forced into. Despite the fact that no one is holding a threat over her head, she continues to dismantle, build and destroy.

At the age of 21 Annika had another massive episode ending with her causing the destruction of several houses and financial buildings in pursuit of her target. While in the end she had succeeded in tracking down and dispatching her mark, she had caused an obscene amount of damage that the DWMA was liable for. Following this, the issue persisted and ended up causing her to be placed into the FATE program, a last ditch effort to try and right whatever was going on with her.


Items on your person: Annika is an avid inventor and always has a plethora of weird things on her person. While many of them function fine, they still have a possibility of malfunctioning.

Magitek bracelets: A construction of her fathers at the request of Annika and the FATE program. They take the form of a rather fashionable bracelet but act as constraits whenever activated. They cause her arms to come together and restrict her ability to use her hands for the time they are active.


Soul Type:

Oscillating Soul:

Annika has always had a certain drive for destruction, yet her oscillating wavelength pushed what she was capable of to another level. Pushing her wavelength into her weapon, she causes it to oscillate, allowing her weapon to cut through anything in its path. Having discovered this ability very early on in her training, she has worked with this ability for several years, channeling it during her unique spinning dance. This ability has caused immense trouble for her, using it to slice and bust through whatever is in her path it is a root cause of her status as a FATE agent.

Annika is also naturally scrambles her soul, making it difficult to pinpoint her by causing those with soul perception to experience a bit of her all around her general area. Those with a stronger soul perception could pinpoint her if they get within 20 feet.

Fighting Style:
Annika’s fighting style varies depending on the weapon type she is holding. Yet it always seems to follow a pattern, almost like dancing. It is destructive, wielding the weight of her weapon in a manner that keeps her moving, building up the momentum and delivering a damaging blow whenever she connects with something.

Wavelength Techniques:

Soul Perception:
Soul perception is a skill that Annika has honed and was forced to develop. While taught at the academy, perceiving her mother was something she had always done, keeping tabs on her location and using it to buy herself time to organize and construct what she could. This evolved over time, following her mother's disappearance and her madness outbreak, she returned to school. She is currently capable of an Identification range of 45 feet, an empathic readout at up to 20 feet, able to tell a witch from a human within 20 feet and a strong clarity/triangulation within 20 feet.

Soul Force:
Annika is capable of forcing her wavelength into another, she is decent at it, having spent several years as part of her training. Due to the oscillating nature of her soul, if struck by her, it can cause severe issues with wavelength flow.

Amplification:
Annika is capable of boosting herself from a physical standpoint using her wavelength. While some use it for strength, Annika has never had a need to put extra power into her strikes. As such, she uses it for flexibility and movement speed.

Through amplification, Annika has discovered a means to contort her body. By modifying her amplification, she is cable of dislocating her joins, allowing her a few extra precious degrees of movement. Through this process, she is also able to lock them back into position following the movement finishing. While painful, the amplification itself uses a modified healing wavelength to insure it doesn't leave a lasting impact on her joints.




Resonance Techniques:
TBA

Partner:
Bellamira Ossana


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[QuirkyAngel]

Name: Saori Doratoma

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Species: Human

Traits: N/A

Height: 5’5’’

Hair Color(s): Black

Eye Color(s): Blue

General Appearance: A plain-looking girl with straight black hair and bangs. She is typically seen wearing a yellow sweater over her school uniform because she gets easily cold. No accessories. No piercings. No make up. On casual days she’ll wear a plain shirt and pants. A printed shirt if she’s feeling excessively flashy. Jackets, scarves, and mittens on cold days. I’d tell you something special about Sayuri’s appearance, but she just dresses for the season. Her fashion sense isn’t zero, and she doesn’t look gaudy or hideous, but it’s apparent when looking at her that she doesn’t put too much thought in her clothes either and doesn’t do much to spruce up her appearance…except layer on a sweater/jacket when it’s cold. She doesn’t dislike dresses, but she doesn’t wear them often, unless required to for a specific occasion. In other words, she looks like an ordinary school girl.

Personality: A wallflower. Her original personality doesn’t like being the center of attention and tends to the introverted side when it comes to social interactions. She’s an observer who just likes to watch–maybe imitate if she finds something especially fascinating, but mostly watch. In class, she’ll often be seen staring outside the window at things other people can’t seem to see, or doodling in her notebook, so her grades are mediocre at best, but strangely enough, she hasn’t failed any of her subjects either. A detached, ditzy, daydreamer is how the people around Saori see her and, whether at her old school among normal people, or her new one at DWMA, she doesn’t seem to be very good at making friends. Hard to do so when she always seems to be immersed in her own world–either drawing, reading, or listening to music. Few people realize she has a mental disorder (DID) that stems from the death of her family and occasionally adopts a new personality to deal with it.

One of those personalities is Sayuri Doratoma, Saori’s dead older sister who was better than Saori in every way. A flashy, confident, and brash woman, who strives to be the best in everything she does. Sayuri had a natural charisma about her that drew people in like a magnet. Saori’s sister was a fun-loving, fashionista and social butterfly who never seemed to be alone on any occasion and had no trouble getting dates. Someone who was flirty, popular, and usually the life of any party, but knew how to draw her boundaries and had 1 million followers on social media due to her part-time modeling career. She possesses a grigori soul and an Anti-barrier wavelength.

On the opposite spectrum is Souta Doratoma, Saori’s dead older brother–a serious and studious academic who was both brilliant and a bit of a gaming addict. Computer genius might be going a bit too far, but he certainly knew his way around coding, progaming, and hacking. A boy who is blunt, sarcastic, and arrogant about everything, except when it comes to interacting with girls around his age, in which case his face would turn red and he’d stutter like an imbecile. An rebellious, erratic, electricky sounding soul with no apparent special properties to it other than an inclination towards guns, rather than the swords his family practices. Sufficed to say, he’s not much of a swordsman compared to his two sisters.

Then there’s Saori’s gentle, calm, and easy-going mother, Kimiko Doratoma. A traditional housewife who excelled in cooking, flower-arrangement, and hospitality. A soothing soul with a healing wavelength.

Her strict, but caring and overprotective father, Genji Doratoma who was a Kenjutsu master and the owner of the Doratoma School of Kenjutsu as well as the keeper of a shrine dedicated to The Shingami, otherwise known as Lord Death. He possesses an anti-demon/anti-magic wavelength.

Saori will randomly swap between the personalities of her deceased family members when she’s stressed…or just waking up one morning…and not even be aware of it. She cannot seem to interact with them. The only reason she knows it happens at all is because others have told her. However, all her DID alters know about her and each other. During this time, her soul–both the soul space and her wavelength–will change with her new personality. Part of the reason is due to her soul training and part of the reason is due to her own Mirror Wavelength. `


F.A.T.E. Status: Type A+B. She has untreated PSTD from the death of her immediate family that developed into DID as an unconscious coping mechanism. As interesting as her situation might sound, it really isn’t. It’s stressful suddenly waking up in a new environment, having done something you don’t remember doing and hearing about it from others. Stressful to her weapon partner who has to deal with sudden swaps in souls and wavelength rhythm as well–like having to match with a constantly switching channel. During a mission with a sword she’d been partnering with, Saori suddenly swapped personality to Souta mid-resonance, and the resulting soul rejection landed her and her partner in hospital. Needless to say the mission failed and, with her partner still in a coma, was dropped into the FATE program due a lack of partner willing to work with her and the instability of her soul which was deemed too dangerous for any weapon-partner to deal with.

History: Born in 2051 to a Japanese family of Meisters that worshiped the Death God (Shinigami), Saori knew she was destined for DWMA. She’d been able to see souls, and many things supernatural, since a young age. Therefore, she never tried to fit in with her normal classmates. She focused on honing her sword arts so she could be able to attend the DWMA like siblings and meet family expectations. A bit of hand-to-hand combat as well of course, in the case of emergencies, but mostly the kenjutsu taught at her father’s school and the accompanying development of her soul that came with body and mental training.

Then, at the age of 14, she attended DWMA with her best friend Naoko Omi, whose weapon family had served/partnered with the Doratoma’s for generations and who trained with her since young. Having been prepared beforehand, the pair excelled and transferred straight to the EAT class where they would work for the Death God to collect the corrupt souls of villains and bring balance to the world. Their first year went well; They made friends. Learned a lot. Saori got to watch her older siblings, who were much more proficient than her in action (Sayuri with her demon blade, Tomo and Souta with his demon railgun, Chaz).

However, before her second year at DWMA could start, she woke up one day to a bloodied vacation home and her entire family slaughtered. The killer was unknown, but there were traces of magic left behind. Saori doesn’t know why she was left alive. Fortunately, a nearby police officer had found the young distraught girl covered in blood and helped to take care of the rest. More officers arrived and the murder scene was quarantined off to be investigated. Meanwhile, she was herded off to her grandparents home where her friends and extended family tried to comfort her. Not wanting to be a bother to others, she busied herself with funeral proceedings and, once that was out of the way, set her sights on identifying the culprit and avenging her family.

Saori seemed fine on the surface. However, several months later, people that interacted with her began to notice some oddities in her behavior–occasionally Saori would seem to switch personalities. Only the people closest to her noticed that these personalities resembled the deceased members of the Doratoma family. They tried to tell her that she needed therapy. However, Saori, who had no memory of ever doing such things, denied them. She refused to believe it. It was only on a certain failed mission, where Naomi ended up hospitalized because of soul rejection from Souta’s alter, that Saori finally admitted to herself she needed help.

Dropped to the FATE program so she could take a break and sort out her problems, Saori underwent a series of therapy sessions and medications which lessened the amount times she swapped personas, but there doesn’t seem to be a cure for it. Perhaps she’ll never be cured. Ever since the incident with Naoko, whispers about her have increased, and weapons have been reluctant to partner with her. She doesn’t blame them. Unless she can control when her alters appear, she fears a repeat of the Naoko Omi Incident as well. To help with her current weaponless situation. Saori’s grandparents (priests of the Death God) have taught her how to make Soul Talismans, which she can pour her wavelength into and produce various effects. While not as effective as demon weapons, they seem capable of warding off some malice or supernatural creatures…to an extent.




Items on your person: Magitech Communicator, Magitech Watch, Survival Combat Knife, Magitech Wavelength Disrupter, phone, wallet, bamboo kendo stick, some paper Soul Talismans.
Soul Type:

Mirror Soul–Her soul has the tendency to imitate the souls of others and produces a very adjustable wavelength. Training it, she can copy the wavelengths of others down to their very properties and minute details, but it only goes as far as her soul perception can see. She can only mirror one soul at a time.

Fighting Style: Doratoma-Style Kenjutsu - Katanas are her preferred weapon, but she works well with any blade.

That said, she's also a fairly cautious fighter and tends to observe her opponents a lot. If she sees anything cool/she thinks is superior to her/she thinks she would like to learn, she tends try and immitate. When adopting a different personality, her fighting style will also change. Sayuri is more aggressive, Souta prefers guns, her mother is very graceful/technical, and her father is just plain good. wip. wip. wip. wip.

Wavelength Techniques:

Soul Perception–pretty good. I won’t say super soul perception, but she’s got a very acute sense when it comes to the individual qualities of a soul…all the way down to small details others might miss. Range-wise she’s average…maybe a bit below average.

Wavelength Amplification–Average?

Soul Reflect–Her version of a somewhat enhanced soul force, Saori channels her wavelength into her hands (or feet, or weapon) and, if her attack is at least as strong as her opponent’s, it will send the opponent’s attack back at them. Works on physical attacks, wavelength attacks, and magical attacks.

Soul Copy–Her soul copies the wavelength of her opponent’s soul…or at least as much of it as she can see down to individual properties. Outwardly…you wouldn’t be able to see much happening because, let’s be honest, most soul properties don’t do much unless enhanced in some manner, but it allows her to copy the wavelength techniques of those she sees with more ease, provided she’s actually physically capable of performing them.

Wavelength Adjust (Negation)--Her mirror soul just makes it easy, but again, it depends on how well the opponent is able to mask their soul from her eyes.

Resonance Techniques:

Soul Reflect EX -- wip

Partner: Azurian Dream

Theme:

 

[Peckinou]

• General Information
• Biography
• Combat Information
• Etc

• 
  Name: Arkayis Misonuka
  Age: 25
  Gender: Male
  Species: Human
  Traits: Demon Weapon
  Height: 5'6Ft
  Hair Color(s): Dark Brown
  Eye Color(s): Dark Blue
  General Appearance:
  They mostly prefer to wear hoodies, with black and blue coloration, comfortable sweatpants are also a good preference of theirs, overall, their clothing preference revolves more around comfort with practicality being their second priority when it comes to outfit choice.
  
  
• 
  Personality:
  Arkayis is what one would call apathetic to just about most events that they would typically have to deal with in life, only really caring about themselves and those they care for. They are noted indecisive, and have a Dependent Personality Disorder along with, one that marks them as Selflessly Dependent. This has typically caused them to place all their trust in one individual, usually temporarily at first, though when around them long enough and they grow to like and trust them, it can evolve into becoming something more permanent. They typically would allow that individual to make all their decisions for them, or they would just follow their lead in whatever decision they made or do just about whatever they told them to do from jumping off a cliff to running a basic errand (Note Sarcasm not advised.). Once they make that sorta bond with an individual it's nearly impossible for them to break it, no matter what the individual does, and they will vigorously trust and protect that individual, even going as far as to putting their life ahead of their own. Though they may be entirely dependent on a majority of their decisions being made by someone they trust, they aren't an entirely hopeless case as they do typically have a routine that they follow just about every day until they are either interrupted or told to do otherwise.
  
  While they may have a extreme case of DPD, they are also noted to have BPD as well, typically it is notably present when a the person they don't have a bond with isn't around or doesn't exist. Their mood can be prone to change from being calm and collected one moment, to angry and throwing a tantrum the next, which has lead them to destroying things, typically their own things, and is partially the reason why their room looks so mess and damaged. They can be be paranoid at times, and is noted to have trust issues, making developing a meaningful relationship with them difficult to say the least, especially if it's someones to forge a relationship with them. While they may be prone to being impulsive, and making questionable decisions at times, they aren't exactly stupid as they do have the analytical skills necessary to observe and understand a situation, through a cold hard logical standpoint. They are noted to be brutally honest, only really lying to someone when told to say otherwise and they can be very curious, but also surprisingly non-judgmental, and can typically offer decent tactical advice when it comes to combat situations.
  
  
  Likes:
  Sweets
  Stories
  Strategy Games
  Music
  Flames
  
  Dislikes:
  People
  DWMA
  Sour things
  Eros
  Liars
  Witches
  
  Fears:
  Abandonment
  Decision Making
  Being Useless
  
  F.A.T.E. Status: Type E Agent
  
  Due to their unique background, their case of Selfless DPD, PTSD, the fact they seem to have Decidophobia, BPD, along with the fact they are Madness Touched, they have been placed as a Type E Agent until further notice.
  
  History: Born in the Germany during the year of 2043, they grew up as the youngest child with both their parents and their older brother and sister, the lived a relatively normal life for the first two years. That was until the MIBVI outbreak that was going on throughout the world, ending up getting their brother killed. Due to the trauma of that event they moved to a more secluded area, and they were given extra attention, as their family didn’t want to lose them as well, and as a result they were put under 24 hour surveillance by at least one of their family members. They refused to have him sent to public school, and was instead home schooled, out of fear of the MIBVI outbreak. They had absolutely no real freedom, and just about all decisions regarding them was made by a member of their family, which resulted in them being entirely reliant on others (mainly their family) to make decisions for them.
  
  Later in their life around the year 2052, their family had moved to the USA by ship as their sister had intended to go to a DWMA academy there in order to become a Meister, and escape the entire mess that was happening in their home nation. Luckily it didn’t take too long after moving to the US before the MIBVI Vaccine had came out, and their parents were pretty happy about surviving the entire ordeal. After a while their sister had become a notable 2 star agent, and their parents wanted to celebrate the ordeal, so after a few days of planning they invited their sister Amelia and their weapon out to Yosemite National Park for the celebratory event. Unfortunately the trip ended in disaster as a group of rogue witches had attacked them by surprise, attacking their sisters weapon when they were away from them, and killing them as a result. The witches then went on to try and kill their sister next, having their parents get killed in the cross fire. It was around that time, they had learned that Arkayis turned out to have the weapon gene needed to turn into a weapon, and their sister had quickly used them in order to fend off the group of witches. With her anti-magic wavelength in conjunction with the surprise by her Arkayis's transformation, she was able to kill one of her attackers and severely wound another to create an opening to flee. They were both lucky enough to escape, and they had retreated back to the DWMA to report the event that had unfolded.
  
  After the report was given their sister had told them to enter into the DWMA with them, and after a series of test they were placed into the EAT program and was able to be assigned as their sisters new Weapon. Though Arkayis may have been happy to be with her more permanently, he had noted that there was a notable difference in her attitude, as their sister had grown to despise witches ever since the event that got their parents killed had taken place. As result of her Disire for Vengence, it soon turning into a Seed Of Madness, still Arkayais was immensely loyal to them and followed them just about wherever they went, along with heeding to just about all their commands, and became just as determined to help his sister in their goals. And It didn’t take him long before he passed his one star exam, and they started to take more harsher missions in order to get stronger, as Amelia had begun to express interest in joining Spellbreaker. Though once she put her application in she was denied due to their motivations for joining the group. Amelia didn’t take it well, and as a result the madness within her grew, and she became more brutal and harsher on their missions, especially ones that involved witches. This resulted in numerous complaints being filed against them, and they both received some disciplinary actions as a result.
  
  Though the disciplinary actions didn’t really change anything and only made their sister more frustrated and annoyed. A sentiment in which Arkaydis shared, as they saw their mission as a success since they were completed, regardless of brutality and destruction that they typically left behind. This resulted in them getting a bit of a reputation within the DWMA, and this reputation soon got their sister a meeting with a strange DWMA Agent. They had offered her help into getting into the Spellbreakers, with a plan to kill more witches, which was seen as a win to them as getting into a group that they dreamed of getting into and being able to kill witches seemed like a huge plus. So Amelia accepted the deal, and received a magical necklace that helped suppress their madness. This helped her maintain control over herself and calmed them down somewhat, they were still a bit destructive when it came to missions but it wasn’t as bad. Though this shift in behavior didn’t go unnoticed by Arkayis, and although at first Amelia tried to hide it from them, they eventually fessed up and told Arkayis about their deal and plan. Arkayis was a bit skeptical when it came to the plan but went along with it and joined in on the plan, as their sister had requested. And after a few months of working and mission taking they eventually reapplied to join Spellbreaker, this time though, they were accepted. It was a celebratory event for both of them as Amelia had gotten to achieve her goal of joining Spellbreaker and Arkayis got to achieve their goal of getting them into it.
  
  Excited, they did some major training before resting for a few days, then they went to the training facility as new recruits within Spellbreaker. Things went great at first, but it wasn’t until they were both alone with one of the Senior Members, Runebreaker and two other weapon/meister due recruits did things turn south. While Arkayis was transformed into a weapon, and Amelia was talking with one duo of the Weapon and Meister, the necklace that the DWMA Agent gave her to help them, fell apart and their madness of vengeance spiked. They immediately cut down both of them before any response could be made, and then quickly rushed over in order to kill Runebreaker. This moment stunned Arkayis, as they were overwhelmed by their sisters madness and was scared for their sisters life, which is why they had all but basically failed to use any of their abilities in their fight with runebreaker and the other weapon and meister duo. After a while, failing to use any of their abilities, they were deemed useless to their sister, and was practically thrown away. This snapped Arkayis out of their stunned state, and they transformed out of the weapon form in order to try to save their sister, wanting to escape with her before a DWMA Task Force arrived. However just when he went to grab his sisters hand she used a Soul Force Strike against him, knocking him out.
  
  When he regained consciousness in a DWMA nursing ward, they were notified of their sisters death, after an initial period of shock, they grew hostile and attacked whoever was near them out of anger and grief. Though the attack didn’t last too long as they were eventually knocked out and restrained, soon waking up only to cry in grief. Their Personality changed and they were eventually diagnosed with PTSD with BPD as a secondary diagnosist. They were noted to no longer have anything left to care for, and although they would eventually recover physically, the event had left them Madness Touched from being with their sister for so long after they were corrupted. They were placed into Therapy for a few years, and after a number of years they were able to learn that, Eros may of possibly been a suspect to the strange DWMA Agent their sister had seen. Though their therapist had opted to try to make numerous attempts of trying to integrate him back into society outside of the DWMA, they had all failed, but Arkayis eventually signed up and got placed into the FATE program after hearing about it and getting recommended to sign up for it from some other DWMA Agent, when they were in a casual conversation.
  
• 
  Soul Type:
  Their soul is dark blue and larger than the average soul, that threatens to lash out and burn anything that dares to come in it's path like a raging fire.
  
  
  Weapon Type:
  Scythe
  
  
  
  Unique Traits:
  Burning Rejection: When someone who isn't compatible with their soul touches them, they will typically feel as if they are being burned instead of shocked as a form of rejection, even if someone is compatible with their soul they will notice that they are unnaturally hot but not painfully so.
  
  Natural Resistance: They can tolerate intense heat easily, and fires hardly ever bother them at all, though colder temperatures can be more of a problematic for them, as they can easily be put into a state of hypothermia.
  
  Blue Fire Affinity: Noted to be hotter than it's orange flames counterpart, they can generate, shape and manipulate blue flames, when in their weapon or partial weapon form.
  
  Resonance Techniques:
  
  Basic Soul Resonance: They have only done a Basic Resonance on a few occasions and isn't exactly the most experienced when it comes to it, but does know how to do it.
  
  Bond Resonance: They are extremely experienced when it comes Bond Resonance, and has been noted to have done it countless times with their sister, their blade is noted to be covered in blue flames in this state.
  
  Absorb: Like just about every weapon, they can absorb the souls of others.
  
  Full Weapon Transformation: They know how to fully transform into their weapon form, without much thought going into it.
  
• 
  Theme:
  
  
  
  
  
  Items on your person:
  Incapacitator collar
  
  MP3 Player
  
  Blue Tooth Earpiece
  
  Magitech Communicator
  
  Magitech Watch
  Notes:
  - Is noted to be taking medication to deal with their mental problems.
  - Has to take mood stabilizers when put on missions that last more than a day.
  Partner: Gauss/ Noah.
  

 

[EmperorsChosen]

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

• 
  Name: Aki Kiyoko
  
  Age: 21
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Species: Demon Weapon
  
  Height: 5’3”
  
  Weight: 123 lbs
  
  Hair Color(s): Blue
  
  Eye Color(s): Gold
  
  General Appearance: A young woman who appears even younger with blue hair, yellow eyes, soft features and a petite build. Aki's apparel typically consists of comfy, loose-fitting clothing and tennis shoes that appear of reasonable quality, if not otherwise on the cheaper side. Occasionally, Aki will wear some nicer clothes or skirts, but as someone who never had a lot of clothes or opportunity to get them, she tends to prefer those that are less stylish and more comfortable.
  
  Partner: Feng Long
  
• 
  Personality:
  A very friendly, upbeat, and odd young woman. Aki often encompasses an energetic, child-like demeanor. She’s typically always seen with a smile or curious gaze without an ounce of timidity and is eager to help and please her new friends, which she sees as mostly everyone she meets and interacts with longer than a passing greeting.
  
  With that said, it’s clear that Aki didn’t grow up normally. Social cues and subtleties fly right over her head and she doesn’t seem to have any understanding of personal space. Pair this with her naturally curious personality, and it leads to many being scared off or aggrieved. While always with good intentions, most thoughts in her head find themselves being blurted out, and she doesn’t seem to really understand what’s appropriate to say or suggest and what isn’t.
  
  She was practically raised by a bunch of outcasts, extending to but not limited to her mother, and was exposed to battle and grim environments since she was young. This has taken its toll on her as a person. To the extent of her people-pleasing, her mother was never the nurturing type despite keeping her alive, and Aki always was and still is trying to make her proud. This extends to those around her, as she strives for approval and affirmation, even to the detriment of herself. She also shows to be quite desensitized, walking through macabre scenes as though they were commonplace, or making rather grim suggestions as though it were an moderate proposition. All in all, she is a girl with entirely the best of intentions, but is just as capable of paving the way to hell through doing so.
  
  F.A.T.E. Status: Type D:
  Following her admittance to the DWMA, Aki started out in therapy, acclimating her somewhat to society in preparation for her operation as a FATE Agent. Given the at times prickly nature of other agents in the program, it was determined to be in Aki’s and their best interest that she go through some counseling and enter officially thereafter. However, said counseling did nothing to teach her how to properly control her wavelength, which can still be particularly draining to those she partners with, even in the best of cases. The FATE program acts as an opportunity to guide her towards more proper utilization of her otherwise powerful soul.
  
• 
  Born in Shanghai, China, Aki found herself in a rather unorthodox home, if one could call it that. Her mother was a meister who made her living as part of a mercenary company. Her father, a Demon Weapon of some kind, had never been in the picture. Whether it was a fling or a genuine relationship, Aki’s mother carried her to term and cared for her as one could in such an environment.
  
  The world had gone to hell, and it was in such states where professionals such as her mother found plenty of work. Aki never knew what it was like to stay in one place for very long, traveling primarily across The Asias and to some extent The Middle East. She never obtained traditional schooling, instead picking up things when she could and learning what the other vagabonds in the company could teach her. Her mother was never the nurturing type, nor could she teach her much save for some language and other foundational knowledge, however the woman did keep her fed and clothed.
  
  When she turned 11, it was time for Aki to pull her weight. She couldn’t fight very well and was still quite childish, however the death of her mother’s former weapon made it necessary. So, she found herself exposed to battle and war, wielded by her mother. Aki had always been exposed to it in various ways, either by proximity or seeing the aftermath, however, this was the first time she was directly involved. Still, her exposure was obvious given her reaction to it. It wasn’t a big deal—it was normal. On the contrary, if anything, the girl was excited to help her mother, akin to a child wanting to follow their parent to work.
  
  And so, she took to it like a sponge.
  
  Over the years, Aki served as her mother’s weapon. At times, she took part as the weapon of other members of the company, mainly so she could learn to resonate with someone other than her mother, and thus wouldn’t be a paperweight without the maternal figure. This revealed another complication with Aki in the form of her soul, presumably from her father’s side. While to the ignorance of the mercenaries, she simply appeared to have a strong soul, this turned out to be an understatement. While she managed to learn Complex Resonance to fight in the hands of non-relatives, many of her test partners received impromptu shocks from improper use and even those most compatible with her found themselves drained faster than usual.
  
  When Aki turned 16 years old, she was ushered out to survive on her own. The logic given to Aki by her mother was that she had been on her own since before she was Aki’s age, so it was time enough that Aki left the nest as well, so to speak.
  
  Here, Aki was rather lost. She had mostly just followed along with the company and her mother her entire life, so when told to get lost, she had no real idea on what to do. Unsurprisingly, she fell back on the one thing she really did know, how to be a weapon.
  
  Aki bounced from company to company until she joined up with a freelancer company under a veteran utility meister. Part of her traversal was due to the double-edged nature of her soul, and partly because her personality was something difficult to adjust to for many. Hence, it took some time to find another meister that could make proper use of her. She remained in this company for a couple years until her latest company took a contract that was more than what was bargained for. A bounty to kill a Bloodsucker, which the mercenaries rushed into to ensure that DWMA didn’t get to the creature first and nuke their payday. Unfortunately, the Bloodsucker was more of a threat than advertised. The result was her entire company was wiped out and Aki did as mother had told her once. She stayed in weapon form until it was safe.
  
  The DWMA team of Bloodhunters came not long after, finding not the Bloodsucker, but the aftermath which included Aki. They brought her back to the DWMA to check for injuries, and it was discovered the then eighteen-year-old was not a normal one. Her Volatile Soul was like a lighthouse beacon. As for her personality, most everything she encountered within a normal city surprised and amazed her, and Aki didn’t understand really any social cues or, really anything that was scrounging for supplies to exist or fighting. It made sense, given that she was essentially a child soldier for her entire life.
  
  When Aki saw how DWMA agents lived, to her it was just a really big company with a lot of benefits. She was used to moving from group to group, so this was a great place. However, given her level of education and limited exposure to civilized society, she wasn’t in a state to where she could simply be turned loose and expected to figure it out like any normal person. She was given some counseling, therapy, and education to acclimate her, then given a trial run as part of the rank and file.
  
  Unfortunately, it was here that Aki’s quirks became more prevalent. Personality aside, it was blatantly clear that she had no real guidance on how to navigate her wavelength, resulting in performance difficulties as well as spiritual shocks from any backlash from using her. On one such assignment attempting to deal with a Wendigo, Aki’s wavelength backfired considerably. The auditory tricks played by the creature to confuse prey seemed to trigger a PTSD in the girl, causing her to freeze up as it mimicked screams and torment of past victims. Particularly, her mind traveled back to her freelancing days and the loss of her company to a Bloodsucker. The result was, at first, an inability to resonate, followed by a large discharge of wavelength into her meister resulting in nerve damage to their dominant hand.
  
  The team was able to withdraw and her meister seek medical attention, however this provided all the evidence that Aki required both training for her soul and more treatment for trauma that was hidden beneath her otherwise bubbly surface. Considering this and her insistence on working, she was entered into the FATE program as a Type D.
  
  Following some more wavelength control training, Aki met her new partner Feng and found in her a sister as well. They moved in together and together, they learned how to make use of the other’s wavelength training under Starwulf and recently was cleared for missions again.
  
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  Soul Type: Volatile Soul
  A more common cousin to the Mighty Soul, approximately ten times stronger than that of a normal soul. Unfortunately, due to the amplified power of the soul, it is far more difficult for Aki to harness as well as any partner without causing harm or unnecessary strain. While Bond Resonance acted as a bridge over these issues, when Aki found herself in the hands of non-relatives, her difficulties became clear as her lack of experience and guidance resulted in injuries, rejection, and fatigue in the best of cases.
  
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  Weapon Type: Beretta 92 FS Inox (Semi-automatic 9mm pistol)
  
  Unique Traits:
  Aki’s weapon form takes the appearance of a modified Beretta 92 FS Inox with a slightly bulkier barrel. The color scheme takes after her hair and iris color, being comprised of a mixture of unsaturated blue for the main gun, a black textured grip, and some gold accents.
  
  Resonance Techniques:
  Bond Resonance: Most familiar form of resonance given the time spent as her mother’s weapon. However, she hasn’t made use of it in a couple years at the least.
  Complex Resonance: Experienced. Aki learned this technique through the help of other members of her mother’s company, which in turn benefited the two’s partnership. Between the company and migrating between mercenary groups since she was 16, she quickly grew accustomed to it. Through resonance, Aki is also capable of a “mag dump” or full-auto attack, albeit this is especially draining, extending up until ceasefire. Additionally as of recently, Aki is capable of unleashing an explosive charged shot and raising or lowering the speed of her “mag dump” shots.
  Partial Transformation: Capable of transforming her fingers into the barrel of her pistol form and fire from it likewise.
  
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  • Aki's birthday is January 9th.
  • It's clear by what Aki speaks about her mother that her mother wasn't very nurturing. Nonetheless, Aki clearly loves and thinks highly of the woman.
  • Aki learned very quickly upon moving in with Feng to not touch her violin.
  • Aki is easily appeased with snacks and sweets.
  • Aki has learned to be a serviceable cook over the years. However, computers and technology seem to hate her.

 

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  Name: Long, Feng
  
  Age: 26
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Species: Human
  
  Traits: Utility Meister - Berserker Gene
  
  Height: 172.72cm (5'8") - Hair Color: Red - Eye Color: Aqua
  
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  General Appearance: Feng is a slightly above average height female, that is rather busty with scarlet red hair and aqua colored eyes, that depending upon the light can look more green or blue, wears olive green clothing, with a vest in Chinese style and a white blouse beneath. A green cap with the characters of Long, or Dragon engraved into a bronze star upon it. Typically wears black fingerless gloves and an olive green oriental designed skirt, be it a single wrap with a thigh cutout, or a two piece with double thigh cutouts, with typically underwear beneath it, or white cotton baggy peasant style pants and slip on shoes one has seen at a million temples and Martial Arts films. Though she has seasonal and occasional and formal wear as well, the above is just what she's typically in. Usually keeps two strands of hair braided and occasionally puts one bow on each strand towards the bottom.
  
  Partner: Aki Kiyoko
  
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• Personality: Feng is normally an easy-going girl who wants simple things out of life, with a surprising indifference to hurting someone that she may have just had a casual conversation with, lax and taking her time with things that don't concern either her martial duties or honor. She does not mind lounging about and keeps up with just enough style, when it is needed enough, even if all based upon Chinese traditional clothing. She takes her training seriously however and has a very rigorous rotational sets of workouts she does, and her apartment has more than a few tools and machines devoted towards this task.
  
  Very knowledgeable in regard to Martial arts, or at least those based off of Chinese systems, and in the concepts of Chan Buddhism, Confucianism and Taoism to one regard or another. Given her status within the DMA, she knows quite a bit about the part and its nature parks and external hunting grounds. She is known to reenact cultural curiosities or ceremonial affairs, such as tea pouring and rather enjoys the Chinese New Year festivals in Death City, even if they are of a much smaller scale than in New York and of course the Homeland.
  
  At times rather coy, boastful and challenging, and smart mouthed, she's often one to lighten up a situation or have so-called gallows humor to one extreme and at the other side of things she seems willing to follow others or at least their plans. Feng is rather cheery most of the time, willing to help children and the elderly for nothing, and is very respectable to her elders unless they do something to revoke it. Feng has heavy street smarts and knows a thing or two about dealing with the criminal underworld and the use of Urchins or avoiding pickpocketing being done to herself. Nearly all of her education was self-taught or learned by experience, aside of what was in the Temple. As a result, she can be rather "wise" as some would say but would have a horrendous time of passing a college entrance exam.
  
  While one could not call her a social magnet, she does seem to like private outings or small groups going out to take nature walks, eating, provided it's at least oriental, walking the streets, or even playing videogames at times. Seems to fancy men but has not made any advances to her handlers nor has engaged in a relationship for the three years and some months she's been with the DWMA. Is rather aware of her beauty and prideful of it.
  In battle she prefers to get close and personal, unleashing martial mayhem or the power of her weapons, usually battling her is an impersonal affair with a bit of taunting and an amused smirk on the other's face. She seems to take some joy in taking down an enemy or at least matching them blow for blow, enjoying a good bout. However, this is to a point or with select opponents, those who sufficiently anger her, not an easy thing to do by most accounts, demand her full abilities or have brought out the beast through staying in the fray end up with a much different persona and the curious case of how she pulls back from the brink and remains in "control".
  
  All the smiles, smirks and taunts cease, with the persona of a serious warrior coming to the front, a hardened gaze, no taunts other than from her hand to call a foe over, she's reported it to be lost to the storm and yet to be one with the storm. Thoughts of violence and antics of hatred spring forth but are tempered through her other senses, the urge remains, but the purpose crystalizes, akin to the study of Qi, she focuses on the enemy before her, the enemy around her and of her allies. The further she goes the more space she keeps from said allies or tells them to keep away as she becomes obsessed with the goal of utter, total and unquestionable destruction of the enemy before her. With the eyes of a hunter and the silent fury that inspires tales of Guan Yu, in those who know such.
  
  Once the threat has been delt with, she grasps the ego that she left in the flow of duty, she will remain standing where she finished and waits for calm to envelope her once more. The amount of time seems to vary by other factors, typically how well the job fits with her, how far into her berserker state she went, damage endured and the length of the conflict. It was quickly learned to not disturb her during this time or she'll attack the would be ally savagely. Typically, when paired with Weapons during her Triad days or limited DWMA experiences, it is advised that her partner stays in weapon form. This state of being can last a handful of minutes to nearly an hour.
  
  Values close relations with others and has an honor code that affects her recovery and willingness to engage in battle, chiefly, no actions taken against children, no attacking civilian bystanders, no robing from the dead, do not desecrate holy sites, do not use underhanded means, face a foe with honor and dignity. To believe in one's strength, to find the way, to be true to oneself, to use power for the sake of others and of peace. It is this set of values and somewhat strong morals that led to her fractured views of the Triads and giving the DWMA a chance.
  
  She has since come to enjoy hunting, in which she taps the edges of her berserker traits, and her enjoyment of nature has not been only born of death, but of life as well, finding tranquility and peace out amongst the wilds, aiding conservation efforts what bit she is able and taking her hunts as what is needed for the local ecology rather than for trophies.
  
  Has taken an immediate interest and closeness with her weapon partner, Aki, seeing her as a little sister, seems earnest in turning a new leaf, training under several mentors and developing her combat techniques.
  
  F.A.T.E. Status: Type D Agent - Given her previous history, tied to the Paean Program, cooperative nature and Wavelength gift and curse, Feng is generally secretive of her status, given she is seen as both friend and foe, depending on the asking. Given the practices of the Berserker Corps is alien to her own coping mechanisms and the teachings of the Masters in her youth, Feng rejects any offers of transferring to that unit.
  
  History:
  
  ~~~Early History~~~
  
  Orphaned at an early age, Long Feng's earliest memories are of a Shaolin Buddhist temple in Hong Kong, though from what she managed to piece together over the years, her origins are from outside of the city. Training her within the confines of the Temple and its rules, it was soon discovered why she was likely abandoned, she possessed not only a powerful Wavelength, but that of the Berserker. The more she fought, the stronger she would get, but in turn lose herself to fist and fury.
  
  In this regards an elderly Master schooled in the art of Qi took some interest in the girl and could stand against her, his name was Fu Wei, Master Fu. This was neither the first, nor the last time the Temple had seen such a trait, but it was the first time they had one with a powerful Meister trait as the DWMA would term it, or one of the "lucky ones" as others in that organization would say. So ultimately, Master Fu who was once a Mercenary fighter, that but aside war for peace, was all who could train her and keep pace.
  
  Feng had great admiration for the old man and would listen to his lessons with apt attention, learning a little in the way of Qi, but more so in philosophy and history of China. Of the martial arts and while such attachments were to be forbidden, she considered him to be her father, or an uncle, she enjoyed what small attention she would get from him and was very much the model student, her other problems aside that never went fully away. Master Fu decided in turn to teach her to accept it as but another part of her, to find her center within it, how to find her place back, to turn her state into a gift. Rather than just a curse.
  
  As the years came to pass and the MIBVI Virus worsened his duties became more strained and the city more violent, more under threat of turning and prompted the local PLA Garrison to take steps of active intervention, the Temple found its resources pushed to the limit as tranquil calm intermixed with fear, plus the effects of the black blood being the sight of public ignorance.
  
  During this time, Master Fu would one day during training with the girl, lose his way, likely having been suffering from the effects of madness in the proceeding months, it was just a terrible roll of the dice in which given what was considered madness, was clearly to blame. Durning the ensuing fight the PLA arrived to solve the problem, gunning him down and using what primitive methods were around to test all others for madness. As a result of this and considering her the cause or at least a child of ill fortune the other monks had her cast out at once, as they tried to move on, pretending nothing had happened. The girl would be at mercy to fates and ancestors.
  
  ~~~A decade in the Triads~~~
  It was during this time she would make the mistake of breaking into a warehouse owned by the Wai Fang Triad, deciding to teach her a lesson with a bit of force, they were surprised to find how well she could stand up for herself, and a bemused grin at how much pain she could endure when that point was passed. Where the Temple saw a threat, the Triad's found an opportunity. Bringing her to Boss Fang Liu, who saw the same opportunity as the Lieutenant, offered her a place to be, to have a family, to work, to eat, to sleep. Stability. All she had to do was fight, that was a better offer than most girls got, though most with that offer were older than her thankfully.
  
  Given her position as a new joiner and foot soldier, the Gang was rather big on the concepts of family, of rites and passages, prayers and ceremony, which was more or less what the girl had grown up with. So she found the fit to be rather easy, she first started out small time, just beating up people that didn't pay debts, or doing the Government's dirty work in roughing up protestors, overseeing the movement of goods, street fights against rivals, small time theft, or rather stealing things from shops that the owner was permanently no longer a factor. Smuggling, street selling of counterfeit goods, and the like. Some of these jobs she objected to, some she did not.
  
  What was of interest to the Wai Fang, was the fact, what few weapons they had, could be used by her, if she wasn't suited to being a street walker and ran her mouth too much with some thefts, they would just move her into being a soldier. Given her unique traits and power she was soon to get the attention of Fang Liu and in the occasional advisor from the PLA Garrison. While an honorable man, Liu was rather hard-nosed and nationalistic, willing to aid the Central Government with solving problems in the years of Chaos and the MIBVI outbreak. Problems such as removing outsiders, would-be warlords, sabotaging the attempts of Western NGO's to gain a foothold, and in blocking off streets of would-be do-gooders and international observers, and removing armed resistance that would look bad in the public eye to crackdown upon...
  
  Gaining victories and getting older, she became a favorite of Uncle Liu, as he liked to be called by his underlings, who found her grasp on historical and philosophical matters to be a welcomed gift. He even at times would make use of her to be a bodyguard for his daughter, such was the trust he put into her, and hopes for her future, even having her play music for him and encouraging her to look beyond the martial in life.
  
  The following years seen her going around the seas, learning English, and finding a bit of peace with her own traits, being known as Long of the Green Blade, she became a top soldier for the group, turning her rage into silent fury, focused, calm, letting go of oneself, while retaining one's sense of self, of purpose and mission. She would get heated up, often getting rid of her weapons or not using one at all when the pitch was just right, destroy the target or targets around her, then like a slumbering Volcano after an eruption, she would seem and bit by bit, regain her focus into the waking world as she termed it. Things were looking up, she even got the shot to keep madness away, though later she learned just what the vaccine was.
  
  However, as the reach of the group grew to beyond Hong Kong, so did its dealings with the mainland and even more heinous acts that fell outside of the control of Fang Liu. His Lieutenants began to act on their own as his frail body and age started catching up. Till suddenly, his second in command, Luo Jiang led an effort to dispose of him. Or rather to retire the venerated Uncle, he would no longer be in command, though he was allowed his life and to send gifts and final letters as he stepped out of view for Feng there was a simple yet ornate violin and a letter;
  
  "Do not worry about I, Uncle Liu, my Green Blade Dragon, the winds do not stop, the rains fall, be not sad and learn a great warrior must have a tenderness of heart. You are not just a tool, remember that and your pride. I am assured I will be well looked after in retirement and worry not there are others, I am giving such things. Let this be your green star, for you can always find a blade."
  
  Though the tempo and use of her grew and the missions became more and more questionable, Long Feng, or rather Feng, found her solutions working less and less as the purity of her work came to be more and more in doubt. Till eventually she found herself being tasked with Assassinations, or Liquidations more like, a bull in a China shop that left but destruction and a message, rather than the calculating restraint and plotting of the Hoshi. It was on one such Mission in NYC that she had had enough.
  
  She was constantly on edge and had partnered weapons rotated out in quick order for fear of what she could do if allowed to become more than a soldier, she was a bulldozer and she would be used for all that she was worth. And while she had a good relationship with Liu, it was not the case with Brother Luo. He was distrustful of and resented her, often sending her to difficult assignments or places where she would need to depend on the group, frustrating those plans by learning local languages. He however, had no direct cause to remove her. But if he made her a bigger target...
  
  She had never left the Family; the Family had left her. Now they expected her to enter the dwelling of a detective, not on just any day, but during his 50th Birthday. When all of his family and friends were around, to send a message, from the man himself, to the youngest of grandchildren. She promptly turned herself into the Police and informed them of the full plot and where the Wai Fang family were held up. The police in response acted on the information with the assistance of the DWMA who they in turn handed her over to. They did not have the means to hold a criminal like her, and while she was being complacent and cooperative now, they knew there was little chance they could stop her short of a few bullets as soon as she twitched.
  
  ~~~Service to the DWMA~~~
  
  The DWMA placed her in a Cell at the New York Office and investigated her history and wavelength, giving her two choices.
  
  To be left in the cell, or to fighting for something more, stability with her wavelength problems, all she would need to do is join the DWMA as a student at Paean. Which, history knows how that went, while she was one of the few lucky ones that escaped the physical destruction of the Program, she also had gotten literally nothing out of it, dispirited, she was placed under house arrest, though not so glum. A few of her past connections in Paean survived, and she was allowed access to much of death city, Black Star Dojos and recreational sites, be it with an observer in person, or at a distance, so her skills didn't fall fully to waste, even as she found the limits of them collared.
  
  It was about a year later Death's Right Hand was setting the wheels in motion for the FATE project, and she was preselected as one of a few templates to start the selection criteria and case studies needed to blossom the program two years later. Even though by then her inclusion into the "new" project was a formality, she still had to actually sign up for it and did so.
  
  In the April 1st events, Feng was slated to be in a 4th grouping on April the 12th and thus had no partner at the time of the terrorist attack, but fought her way through some of the dolls and golems in the Western portion of the City in the residential district, one of the lesser heroes among the likes of the first class. However, events forced the DWMA's hands, and she was given a Weapon without a Meister. A handgun, but more importantly to Feng, an excitable young girl with no one at all in the world. Never having abandoned the cores of her temple teachings or the more "honorable" days of the DWMA, Feng quickly took the girl under her wing, into her home and declared them bond Sisters. While Aki may do a lot of the cookie, Feng is still the big sister, even if to most they likely come across as weirdos.
  
  The pair would come to train under Starwulf directly, Jose for remedial lessons and Feng would seek out Reiko Tanaka of her own volition to challenge her to spars, missions would be given and Aki finally had a partner that looked after her, did not mind her presence, and more importantly, for one with such a violent trait as a Berserker, the patience to treat her as a human being rather than a weapon to be used. Over the next six months the pairs would get missions and continuing living. Having a room in Death's Hollow, the pair had no idea till by chance or design they learned many fate members stayed here in the same building.
  
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  Items on your person:
  Kukri Combat knife: In place of the standard survival knife, it has an 18-inch-long curved blade. Worn on her back hip with a quick release button for the;
  Tactical Belt: Worn at times if she expects heavy fighting or on a typical mission, it has two holsters, one of which is empty and 6 (+1 in the gun) magazine holders, and a;
  Magitech Handgun: A magitech handgun that uses nonmagical projectiles akin to the Golem Robots developed by the DWMA, looks a bit like what Aki can turn into. 7 30 round magazines are carried.
  Magitech Watch
  Magitech Communicator
  Wallet with DWMA ID and some small amounts of Cash
  Subdermal GPS tracker
  Suppression Collar/Broach
  
  A traveler's sack which contains the following;
  Two stonework cups,
  a small plastic container with green tea leaves,
  a micro Magitech burner,
  a modern magitech smartphone with map apps,
  And some food rations.
  Additionally carries a large gourd with water in it on her hip, usually drops it with her normal stuff in combat.
  
  At special times or when at home she also has a small green modern violin that she may play, it has seen wear and tear and been repaired many times.
  
  Soul Type: A normal human soul by all accounts, though it seems to blaze and shift about more than the typical soul. A faint green seems to swirl in with the blue creating an effect much akin to her eyes, which have been quipped to be "windows to the soul" for many ages. For once it is right.
  
  Soul Traits:
  
  Possesses a curious case of Dual traits, the first being;
  
  Utility Meister: giving her the ability to use an assortment of weapons, or even two at a time, while in theory she could use more, she has never shown the inclination or the ability to do so, preferring what she can actively use. She has a high compatibility and a stabilizing effect on some other wavelengths.
  
  And the 2nd;
  
  Berserker Gene: Feng is able to call upon a somewhat common genetic trait that has been seen for ages, though in most cases its little more than an anger source. For many it just symbolizes a person more violent to an unreasonable extent, delving even into madness, though possessing a curious ability to release a healing wavelength to a minor extent to strive off madness, provided one is focused, disciplined. Madness can be strived off for the thrill of battle. And for a Berserker with the ability to project and use wavelength it very much is the case, for the longer one fights and or the amount of Wavelength they make use of, the more they can increase in power to a massive extent, for some loss in reason, to a full loss of Self if they are not careful. Or till Spiritual power is exhausted.
  
  In the DWMA this has mainly been carried out by teaching a sense of Ego and self, to grind one in certainty, and to teach forced Rejection and to have the other partner trained to kill the failure in the case of the Berserker Corps. Given this being so out of line with herself and her status as an D Agent, Feng has no desire nor wish to serve in that corps. Her own method for dealing with the madness, or the near madness one should say was to accept it. To accept it as one did a harsh Sun, or a cool breeze, then to focus on purpose and Duty. Then upon sense of self, to walk a line rooted in the concepts of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism to an extent. If this is an effective path remains to be seen.
  
  Fighting Style: Feng is rather versed in various forms of Martial Arts, typically based upon Southern Shaolin Kung Fu, Mixed Martial Arts, and Dragon Style. Counting on the full use of the body, her strikes are rapid and in close, mixed with occasional kicks and other "animal based" styles. In addition, from her several years in service to the Triads and official if not later sporadic training, she is familiar with a number of weapons and even firearms, though to a lesser extent. Be they manmade weapons or Demon Weapons, she acts with a purpose and trained violence. And while not fully trained or understood by her, she does have some minor level of understanding Qi, or Chi, using it to a minor extent with her physical strikes.
  
  Under the tutelage of Jose Aguilar, her own martial knowledge and decade of experience as a criminal Meister, coupled with her physical "refreshing" in spars overseen by Starwulf or Reiko, has taken up Gun Fu, or Gun Kata. With martial arts moves, a one gun and a two gun form, she gets close and personal and uses hand to hand combat intermixed with weapon use to dispatch foes or battle across a location, skilled at dealing with slower armored foes or masses of weak enemies.
  
  Wavelength Techniques:
  
  Soul Perception: Possessing the Equivalent to the average agent or EAT/NOT student, her soul perception skills were developed over the brief time in Paean and during the 3 years of house arrest and was never a skill she much used or was aware of during her Triad days. Typically, she can focus on targets within her physical range of attack and just beyond. Her detection range typically extends to 20 feet for detailed glimpses and vague noticing at up to 50 feet. It is said she seems to "sense" what is off about a soul before fully seeing it, but this is not yet confirmed, though it seems to be by happenstance than will.
  
  Wavelength Amplification: In this area Feng when not pouring too much into her Berserker trait is comparable to a senior to mid ranking One Star in most regards, with physical power and speed well beyond the average human, and even exceptional ones. In her base active wavelength use, she is equal to many upper one and lower two-star Meisters, or just on the cusp below them. When feeding into her Berserker trait, the situation quickly escalates.
  
  Soul Force: Able to use her wavelength offensively, Feng can seemingly pinpoint the energy in her strikes, while not the most powerful, it is of the standard of a basic learner, though more efficient in energy use, this is believed to be from the Martial Arts and basic Qi training in her youth and near constant fights in her decade of Triad Service. However as with Wavelength Amplification, the situation quickly escalates.
  
  Soul Conduction: Putting her wavelength through her weapon, Feng is able to impact or a target with soul force to a lesser degree.
  
  Note on Wavelength use and physical capability;
  
  During tests done on behalf of the DWMA and the standard FATE 6-month Performance Review, the theoretical and tested limits of her capabilities were noted by Medical Researcher Theodore Bension;
  
  Normal Wavelength usage observed Strength: Normal, observed being able to shove aside weight equal to a modern Sedan with some minor effort, with physical strength has been observed being able to overturn one. During Stage 1 of using her Berserker Wavelength she was observed being able to lift the selfsame Sedan and throwing it thirty feet. Able to tilt over cargo vans. Theorized in stage Two of being able to throw equitant weight. Capacity of carrying weigh can be estimated in low tonnage rate to several hundred pounds.
  
  Speed Running Test: In normal usage clocked at 45mph for duration of exercise. With her current Wavelength Amplification, she can maintain 69mph for extended (20 minute) periods. In Stage 1 Berserker use, she has been clocked breaking 100mph for the short duration she was permitted to use her Berserker state.
  
  Soul Force Test: As noted, her ability to use soul force has become so ingrained that she was a great case study for repeated impact tests. Observed being able to crack reinforced walls and to damage various of levels of Golems and Robotic constructs to denting of heavy plate, to cracking them. In Stage 1 Berserker use, she has been shown to be able to crater landscape, reinforced walls and flooring and obliterate some Robotic Constructs, while Golems show sign of heavy damage. Theorized if she dips fully into her wavelength that she could use Soul Menace.
  
  Reflexes and Reaction Speed: At Normal level she follows the template of being around the same level as numerous others in the program, if not just below a few notable subjects in the Program. At Stage 1 Berserker Wavelength, as with most other states, it has increased by a 3rd to double previous projections, to the level of what one may expect of a mid-ranking Two Star.
  
  When Amplified in her default phase and even Berserker Stage 1, her speed seems maintained at 80 mph, and her strength is great enough to throw a light weight Sadan 10-20 feet, or to overturn a van, distinctly less than two notable physical powerhouses in the 1st FATE Group. It is worth noting that her ability to dodge, jump, slide, or any similar actions is on the upper scale of other fate operatives, it is unknown if her running performance is a hard cap or one by mental conditioning.
  
  Given her training and experience, she has, while a superhuman level endurance, something more akin to a high ranking one or low ranking two star, she tends to pace her movements and relies on bursts of speed and pinpoint dodges with a focus of striking a given location in a manner akin to a swat team that wastes no movement with what endurance they have. Which fits in line with her history as a Triad Soldier and improvised hitwoman.
  
  It is believed if she were to go all out then she may be put on a three-star level performance. Extreme caution should be used with deploying or testing this hypothesis.
  
  Charged Shot: By making full use of Aki's unstable nature to form and unleash a volatile explosion charged shot round at an enemy that packs one hell of a punch.
  
  Trick Shot: By having Aki manipulate the energy she sends forward out of her Gun, Feng with her assistance allows the pair to slow or speed up rounds, typically this is done with a double shot to bounce one round off of another akin to billiards to send its energized form at the enemy.
  
  Berserker Wavelength: After some training, trial and error, if things are really bad or dangerous, Feng can safely use her wavelength in the union for up to two minutes, with aid of Aki, anything longer than this results in the broach activating and suppressing herself.
  
  Resonance Techniques:
  
  Complex Resonance: Given Feng's dual nature in Utility and Berserker aspects, she is both able to use multiple weapon types, even simultaneously, but has to be careful with using her own wavelength in most weapons past a point. Given this it is hard to consider her skill with this as better than average or at the level of a trainee that understands the concept. She is not as skilled with this as Meisters who put a lot of care or attention to this, but in being able to utilize ranged weapons, she is beyond the point of basic.
  
  Complex Resonance Balance: Given her own fortitude and coping with her Wavelength, Feng proved a natural at handling Aki's volatile wavelength, opening a few techniques and combinations in short order.
  Basic Resonance: Rather Familiar with this given the same causes as with Complex. She is slightly better with this than her Complex Resonance, her skillset could be said to be on par with a mid to high ranking one star. Given her nature in the past to fight via Wavelength Amplification, she has never really had a true long-term partner.
  
  
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  - A nature lover, she has come to enjoy the outdoors and knows a bit about plants and animals.
  - Surprisingly, or perhaps not for those into such things, she is a supporter of conservation efforts and a hunter.
  - Her apartment has a number of small potted trees and plants.
  - Very familiar with the philosophical studies that she uses in her own life view.
  - Somewhat proud of Chinese History and its people.
  - Linguist, speaks English, various forms of Chinese and has a basic understanding of Dutch and French. Speaks with a slight yet noticeable Chinese accent. Has been known to be smart assed with complaints and observations towards this.
  - Right handed, though is known to be somewhat ambidextrous.
  - Seems to fear very little and is a brave, seasoned fighter, however she does seem guarded when it comes to her use, watching the intentions of others.
  - Doesn't really have any sort of skills outside of, playing string instruments, marial arts, hunting and caring for plants, her cooking is average at best, and she prefers simple dishes with a bit of good alcohol or tea.
  
  

  Spoiler: Other common clothing

  
  

 

[Shotgunpenguin]

Name: Wes Kraven

Date of Birth: October 17, 2045

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Age: 23

Blood Type: A-

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Species: Demon Weapon

Traits: Demon Weapon, Persistent Soul Perception

Height: 5'9"

Hair Color: Violet

Eye Color: Violet

General Appearance:

Wes comes in at around 5'8" with a rather sinewy build and a pair of slanted eyes as if he had just woken up. His hair is wild and uncombed, forever stuck in a state of bedhead, although in the past he often tied his hair into a loose ponytail whenever he needed to focus. His usual outfit consists of a pair of black pants, black and white converse sneakers, a dark-colored shirt and his favorite grey hoodie. This is both because it's comfortable, and because he has four pairs of the same outfit. He hates having to do laundry, and he thought that it's just be easier to have multiple of the same outfit instead of needing to wash them. He is also never without his noise-canceling headphones, often either resting around his neck or nestled snugly over his ears.

Personality:

Oafish, slightly cynical and almost sloth-like, Wes approaches daily life with a sense of disdain and lethargy. Preferring to spend his time lazing around, his only hobbies seeming to be sleeping and idly surfing the internet. The only hint that he does anything other than those two things lies in a bass case he keeps underneath his bed, although he denies its existence if asked about it. He constantly ignores his own problems, hoping that they would either solve themselves or someone else would solve it for him. If he does have to act, he attempts to solve the problem in the easiest way available if possible. When interacting with others he'll make the minimum effort required to participate, much preferring to just sit in the background. He also greatly dislikes those with extremely outgoing personalities, feeling as though they clash way too much with his own lazier personality.

Of course, if you were to look at him from before he became as he was now, the difference would be like night and day. Instead of the disdain he now shows for consciousness, he was the type of person who would always go with whatever anyone else wanted to do. He was still laid back and kind of oafish, but he was always joking around and passionate about his interests, and the interests of others. He was especially interested in the souls of others, how their unique sounds blended together like an always shifting orchestra. Those who indulged his passion would soon find themselves being questioned relentlessly, from the most basic topics to their own upbringing.

To this day he still carries a sense of guilt over what happened with Rebecca, always present in the back of his mind like an itch he just can't scratch. If there was ever a surefire way to get him moving, it would to bring up his past failures. Of course, one would have to know about these failures in the first place, and getting Wes to open up about himself is like trying to squeeze blood from a stone.

F.A.T.E. Status:

Type A. Wes was assigned type A status due to behavior bordering on depression, although he continues to insist that he simply disliked doing anything he considered strenuous. Currently, Wes is undergoing counseling to try and manage his apathy, as well as what can be considered 'health days' with another type A agent. While he has not had any notable issues with these sessions, he has shown difficulty in keeping at any of the activities that the agent shows him.

History:

Born in Portsmith, New Hampshire, Wes had the misfortune of being born during the early days of the MIBVI outbreak. His early years were spent mostly at home, with the only friends he had being his next-door neighbors. Everyone was afraid of the virus; his parents would talk about it in hushed whispers whenever they thought he wasn't listening. But even if he couldn't understand the words they spoke, he was able to understand that they were bad. Wes could always hear things that his parents and others couldn't, as if everyone around him had two voices that were always talking. He would complain about hearing strange sounds coming from people, how it would keep him up and give him headaches. At first, they just assumed that he was a child with an overactive imagination, a lack of stimulus from being stuck inside for most of the day, but when he continued to complain about it for weeks they became concerned. Information was still scarce during the early years of the outbreak, and his parents began to fear that their son may have been infected. They struggled with what to do, whether to report his symptoms and risk having him taken away, or to continue to ignore them and hope that they would fade. Eventually, they decided to take him to a physician in hopes that they would be able to tell them what was wrong with their son. When conventional testing showed nothing wrong, the doctor recommended that they go to a specialist. While there was nothing wrong with him physically, the matter of his soul was another thing entirely.

As it was explained to him and his parents, he had been born with a condition that allowed him to constantly perceive the souls of others. Normally, people who could perceive in this manner could control it and de-activate it at will, as using it burned the energy of the soul. In his case, however, as this sense was always active it was constantly draining his energy. While they couldn't stop his condition, the physician got them into contact with the DWMA. Soon after, an agent arrived at their house and sat all of them down, explaining their offer. The academy would take Wes in and teach him techniques in order to help manage his condition. With his parents’ permission, he began his attendance at Death Academy. At first, his lessons were geared towards building up his wavelength reserves through both physical and mental training. Eventually, these sessions expanded to include training the efficiency of his perception, reducing the amount of energy it burned while active. Additionally, it was determined that he was carrying the demon weapon gene from his father's side of the family. At the recommendation of the academy, his parents enrolled him in NOT courses in order to properly learn how to control his transformation.

It was in these classes that he made friends, and met his partner, Rebecca Wilt. The two of them were an instant match, her upbeat and forward personality paired well with his own more laid-back attitude. Eventually, they both would make the decision to transfer to the EAT courses and become agents. The two of them decided to tackle the one-star entrance exam together, with their combined talents allowing them to topple it on their first attempt. And, as far as his lessons are concerned, well he took to them like a duck takes to water. All his life he had been able to hear the souls of those around him, to hear the unique melodies that every person produced. Once he had someone to explain the finer details that he wasn't aware of, of the theoretical side of a soul and their wavelength, he picked up on his lessons in a flash. Everything just made sense to him, how a person’s wavelength ebbed and flowed with their emotions, how resonance could produce such enhanced results, and how a wavelength could extend beyond a meister and their weapon and connect with others. He loved every lesson, every exercise that let him fully explore his soul. He kept hungering for more, pushing himself more and more in order to fully master not only his own wavelength, but to understand the wavelengths of those around him. Until after a while, things began to feel.... strained.

Recently things had begun to feel more and more like a chore to do, things that he used to love doing were slowly becoming less and less fun. Studying felt like a pain, exercising was as mentally taxing as it was physically, and whenever he hung out with Rebecca or any of his other friends there was always a feeling that just wanted to go back to his room and sleep. He didn't want to worry everyone, so he just kept those feelings bottled up inside and ignored them. He was probably just feeling stressed out, surely it would pass and everything would go back to normal if he just ignored it, right? These feelings continued to fester, until one night they were sent out on a mission to support a two-star ranked team in their investigation of a rumored outlaw witch. While they did not expect to see direct combat, that proved to not be the case as the two-star team engaged the witch upon contact. The two of them fought throughout the town, with the witch eventually used her magic to damage a nearby building to try and crush the two-star team underneath. While they managed to avoid the rubble with little trouble, the same could not be said of the civilians caught in the crossfire. The two-star team continued their pursuit, leaving Rebecca and him to deal with the situation.

Rebecca reached back, hand outstretched for him to grab and transform but...... he hesitated. It was only for a few seconds, a few seconds that he wondered if it was worth the trouble, but it was long enough for it to be too late. The rubble crashed into the ground, pinning and injuring multiple civilians. He quickly transformed, snapped out of his thoughts by their cries of pain and terror, as they moved to help the injured. All of the civilians would go on to survive, although many injuries were so severe that they required emergency surgery in order to save their life. In the end, five suffered severe injuries from the incident, with one civilian losing the use of their legs. From that day forward things began to take a nosedive between Wes and Rebecca. They began to argue outside of missions, resonance became an impossibility, and ultimately it led to the death sentence of their partnership, complete rejection. No matter how many times they tried it would always end the same, their wavelengths would violently reject each-other as if they were oil and water.

No longer able to work together, they were both assigned new partners. Although Rebecca would go onto bond and pair well with her new partner, a troubling pattern began to emerge between Wes and every partner that he was assigned to. At first things would proceed normally, with the duo achieving minor success in partnering. Eventually, however, their partnership was dissolved at the request of the meister, and every time the reason was the same. "He doesn't even try to contribute during battle, he makes me do all of the work!; It's like pulling teeth trying to get him to actually work with me; He refuses to transform when he needs to, and even when he does his wavelength is impossible to match with!" Wes had gone through several different partners within the span of a year, prompting concerns from both teachers and his peers. Nothing had felt right after he split off from Rebecca, as if the feelings he had been struggling to keep down had burst forth and had begun smothering everything else.

Any friends he had were slowly pushed away, his studies quickly fell in quality and his body started to decline. His grades had dropped so badly that he was placed in remedial classes, of which he had no interest in attending and actively blew them off. Most of his free time was spent holed up in his room, either sleeping or just browsing the internet idly. Eventually, he ended up dropping out of the DWMA, deciding that there was nothing left for him at the academy. He stuck around Death City for a few days afterwards, hopping between cafes and game-shops and sleeping in hotels, but eventually he ran out of money and couldn't keep it up.

With nothing better to do with his life now that he was a dropout, he returned to his hometown in New Hampshire and crashed with his parents. He lived at home for around a month, indulging in whatever caught his interest, but something still felt.... missing. After that, he started to travel the country, trying a slew of different things to try and fill the hole in his heart. He went hiking in Colorado, camping in Ohio, and spent a week trying to learn how to surf in Florida before giving up. But no matter what he did, or where he went, every time his thoughts would always find their way back to Rebecca. How she would have loved the sights at the Grand Canyon, how she would have laughed her ass off at him falling off his surfboard for the umpteenth time, or how she would be suffering alongside him as they would both try to topple the seventy-two-ounce steak challenge.

It was in a cheap motel in Las Vegas where he would learn about the attack that would be known as the Twisted Joke. He was lounging in his room, one ear idly listening to the television as he planned out where he would try to go next, when the program was interrupted by an emergency broadcast. Death City had been attacked, some sort of terrorist attack that had killed and injured thousands, with those numbers steadily rising as rescue teams were deployed. As he sat there, the remote in his hand threatening to break at any moment from how tightly he was gripping it, something moved inside of him. The guilt that had always been in the back of his mind, always there whenever he laid awake on quiet nights in his bed, transformed into a spike that pierced him right through his heart. He should have been there, he should have been there to fight and save those people, he should have....

He should have been there for Rebecca when she needed him. His mind raced, regret and guilt swirling around as he suddenly found himself back at the moment of his mistake. He was back at the night they accompanied the other team, the rubble falling in slow-motion towards the civilians. Rebecca was moving forward, her hand still stretched out behind her for him to take, for them to act and save them. He reached out for her hand, to grasp it and save those people from the rubble but was met with only the stale air and news broadcast of his motel room. He needed to go back, to make up for all of his mistakes and finally fill the hole that had been left in his heart. Contacting the academy proved nigh impossible for a time after the incident, and when he was finally able to get through, he was met with great skepticism. After he was cleared of any suspicion, he pleaded for them to let him back into the academy.

Due to his previous history at the academy, he was informed that he wouldn't be directly accepted back like he had hoped. He was informed of the F.A.T.E program, a program that he would be expected to graduate from before he would be allowed back into the student populace. With his heart still weighed down by guilt, he agreed to their condition and tendered his application to the program.​

Items on your person:

Magitech Communicator: Often worn in his right ear, even when not in use, he appreciates it's size as it's small enough that he can wear it underneath his head-phones.

Magitech Watch: Worn on his right wrist, he often just leaves it on at all times, even when going to bed.

Survival Combat Knife: Standard issue among agents, Wes wears the six inch blade on his right hip. However, he has absolutely no skill in wielding it, making it more of an accessory than an actual weapon.

DWMA Agent ID: Having dropped out of the academy, Wes was required to get an updated Agent ID upon his acceptance to the F.A.T.E program.

Noise-canceling headphones: A pair of noise-canceling headphones, the kind you could find at any electronics store. Useful for when he doesn't want to be bothered or wants to tune out the outside world. A single magitech crystal can power the headphones for upwards of a month depending on usage, although Wes usually runs through a charge in about two weeks.

Meal-bars: Never leaving his dorm without at least three of these bars, they're filling while also giving him a decent amount of his daily dietary needs.

Soul Type:

Wes's soul takes on the appearance of a rounded ball with multiple horizontal lines spanning it. On closer inspection, the lines appear similar to those found on a fret board. Inspecting his soul signature for a period of time shows that it pulses and beats as if it were attempting to play a melody of some sort.

Sound Wavelength:

Able to manipulate his own sounds, ranging from muffling and dampening his own sounds to amplifying them. After much experimentation in his early years of attending the academy, he also discovered that he could express a finer control over sounds with enough concentration. Beyond just amplification and dampening, he discovered that he could 'condense' and 'store' sounds for a lack of a better term. By condensing sound further and further, he can greatly expand the amount of force the sound makes when released. And by storing a sound, he can hold it within his own wavelength and release it at will. When resonating with a partner, they are able to make full use of these abilities, as well as being able to hear the 'melodies' of others within their soul perception.​

Weapon Type:



Taking the form of a large copper gong, a length of chain measuring four feet allows the wielder to wield him akin to a flail, or a rather large shield if they choose to do so.​

Unique Traits:

Soul Absorption: Like all demon weapons, Wes can absorb the souls of others. His way of absorbing souls is to resonate with the soul, bringing his wavelength in step with the soul and melding it into his own.​

Wavelength Techniques:

Soul Perception: Although he primarily relies on his auditory soul perception, he has trained himself in visual perception as well. He can only distinguish souls and their wavelengths at a range of eight feet, any distance after that becoming increasingly blurry. His maximum range of perceiving a soul caps at thirty feet. When used in tandem with his auditory perception, his perception becomes extremely precise within a range of fifteen feet.

Persistent Soul Perception (Auditory): Each soul has its own unique sound, much like a person’s fingerprints, and Wes has spent his whole life being able to hear them. He can accurately identify and distinguish souls and soul signatures up to a distance of eighty feet. After this point, the sounds become distorted and muffled. His maximum range of identifying a soul is somewhere around the three-hundred-foot mark. Additionally, Wes has gotten rather skilled at discerning the emotions of those around him via interpreting the tones of a person's soul. This skill increases if used in tandem with regular soul-perception.​

Wavelength Regulation: As part of his training during his early life, the essence of control over his own soul and wavelength were core tenants of his training. These skills also apply when he is assisting in regulating the soul of another person. Due to his training and heightened auditory perception, he is rather skilled at stabilizing and keeping his partners wavelength under control.

Resonance Techniques:

Basic Resonance: The bread-and-butter of any agent, Wes has found that resonating with a meister's wavelength came easy to him, in part because he could always hear whenever their wavelengths were out of tune. Due to his pairing with multiple meisters after his original partnership was dissolved, he has experience in pairing with wildly different wavelengths. That, combined with his own level of control of his own wavelength, means that he is able to match his wavelength to almost any partner, although convincing him to do so can prove rather difficult.

Chain Resonance: Despite how much of a pain he describes matching wavelengths with others, Wes is able to perform chain resonance if the situation were dire enough. Although he has only been able to pull this technique off during training with Rebecca and his friends, theoretically he would be able to accomplish it with skilled enough partners. During this resonance he acts as an anchor point for the wavelengths of those connected to them, using his skill and experience in controlling his own wavelength to fine-tune and keep everyone's wavelengths in line.

Chain Resonance Enhancement: By combining wavelength regulation with his sound wavelength, Wes can further stabilize and enhance the effects of chain resonance beyond what would be achieved via normal chain resonance. This not only increases the general benefits that arise from chain resonance, but also increases the number of individuals that can be chained at a time. Currently, the upper limits of this enhancement are unknown due to his own lack of urgency to find out.

Weapon Amplification Resonance: Achieved after lengthy practice with Annika, Wes was able to achieve his amplified form when performing this kind of resonance with her. Wes's weapon form becomes surrounded by spiritual energy, increasing its effective size and growing sharp-jagged spikes along the outside of the gong. While in this form, his chain shimmers and pulses in time like a metronome, increasing in tempo as more spiritual energy is used.

Resonance Technique - Bane Blade: Utilizing Annika's ability to bring out his weapon amplification form, Wes's destructive power is enhanced via Annika's unique wavelength. By amplifying the provided wavelength, the spikes alongside the edges of his weapon form begin to rapidly rotate like a circular saw, allowing for much greater devastation against their foes. As a byproduct of this rotation, a high-pitched squeal like that of a rotary saw can be heard by those close to the rotation.​

Resonance Technique - Death Knell: Used only as their last resort, this technique takes advantage of the duo's unique wavelengths in order to create a hyper-condensed burst of sound within a short range directed in front of the gong. During the technique, the air around the center of the gong begins to appear distorted while rapidly increasing in temperature before the sound burst is released. However, Wes must balance both his and Annika's wavelengths in order to contain the oscillating sound as it is aggravated, requiring complete concentration on his part. Additionally, the technique leaves him completely drained, both physically and spiritually.

Partner:

Annika Lindstrom

Misc:

- Rarely eats actual meals, preferring to eat meal-bars and take-out food because of how quick they are
- Is extremely arachnophobic, with even the smallest of spiders causing him to freeze up
- Has absolutely zero tolerance for spicy food
- When he was younger, he was extremely into TTRPG's. He tried running a few systems with his friends, but it never really took off
- Has a soft spot for cats, and makes sure to feed any strays he finds in the city
- Took up playing the bass as a dare, ended up liking it enough to take lessons

Spoiler: Theme

 

[QuirkyAngel]

Demon Anchor, Neptune (WIP - technically complete and ready for reviewing but I suspect the some of the sections may need edit/updating)

Name: Mizuki Namisaka (Neptune)

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Species: Human

Traits: Weapon

Height: 5'1''

Hair Color(s): Black

Eye Color(s): Aquamarine

General Appearance: She's generally seen wearing the sailor suit-style uniform that's a requirement for her old school

Personality: Cheerful, calm under pressure (unless it involves water), tactical but also honest, a little snarky, and a whole lotta sass when she feels it's appropriate, nothing about her personality screams mentally unstable. In fact, people often question how a normal, spirited girl like her ended up in the FATE program...until they invite her into a pool, that is.

The most distinctive aspect of Mizuki's personality is her severe aquaphobia, which is really only seen when she's near/exposed to water. She won't swim. She has to take medication before showering, drinking, eating watery foods, otherwise the anxiety kicks in. If she's not taking meds, she actively avoids them, even knowing they are basic necessities. She can't help it that even touching water makes her skin crawl and induces panic attacks, similar to PSTD. Frankly, having a phobia isn't a terribly big deal and wouldn't have dropped her into the FATE program...if her soul didn't echo the song of the sea. Mizuki is terrified of her own soul. Try to resonate with someone who gets panic attacks every time they look into their own soul and all of her former partners can attest to how difficult/impossible it is. She can't perform soul related attacks unless she's under meds.

Because of all this, Mizuki gained a preference for dried foods, and can often be seen snacking on dried seaweeds/dried orange slices. Raisins and nuts are good too. She hates rainy days and will actively stay at home rather than go out on those day unless she as no choice. If she has to go out on those days, she's always completely covered. And meds. Never leaves home without her meds. Truthfully, she probably became a little too dependent on them, but behavioral/exposure therapy has proven...slow...thus far.

The sad part is that Mizuki used to love the sea, and could be seen glancing out at the ocean where her dream of owning her own ship had sunk to Davy Jones' Locker.

F.A.T.E. Status: Type A. She has severe aquaphobia which results in a fear of her own soul.

History: Born in the port city of Yokohama, Japan to a Japanese fisherman and his marine biologist wife, Mizuki grew up surrounded by the sea. She loved water. Sailing. Fishing. Swimming. Her first steps had been taken on a boat, and her soul (literally) reflects the sea. As a first generation weapon (neither of her parents showed any signs of being anything other than normal, though it's quite likely that she has weapon ancestors), the girl discovered her weapon attributes when she was 8 years old. Completely confused about how to handle the situation/care for a weapon-child, they contacted DWMA's East Asia Branch for assistance. The East Asia Branch suggested that they enroll her in DWMA so that she might learn to control her powers, but due to the girl's young age and her parents' reluctance to send their daughter away to a far off school in an early age, she was allowed to stay at home with DWMA sending a teacher/tutor (her parents paid a little extra) to guide her through her newfound abilities.

Weapon-related classes, soul-related classes, supernatural classes etc, Mizuki got the full DWMA special course while maintaining a fairly ordinary childhood life. It wasn't until she was 15 that her parents felt comfortable letting her live on her own, but by then, she'd already gotten a gist of how the peace-keeping organization of DWMA worked and found a best friend whom she wanted to partner/move in with.

Together they transferred to the EAT class(East Asia Branch) under the stage names: Captain Brigg and Neptune (her).

Things went well...until they didn't. On one mission, in which they were hunting for a villainous soul aboard a cruise ship, Neptune went missing - kidnapped by a Sea Witch. For 3 months, she was MIA until DWMA (a rescue party initiated by Captain Brigg) finally managed to find her. And the witch. Sadly, the witch managed to get away, but rescuing Neptune had been the priority. There were no visible signs of torture. A couple of days in recovery, and Neptune was ready to return to school. However, since then, she had developed a fear of water that severely hampered daily living.

Her work at DWMA as well, given the quality of her soul; Diving into her soul (for anyone who could peer into it) was like diving into a deep ocean. It gave her panic attacks. Even touching her own wavelength felt like touching water and she had to constantly remind herself that her wavelength wasn't actually water (meds helped). Arguments between her and her partner became frequent, with Neptune failing to carry her own weight in terms of wavelength management. Eventually, she and Captain Brigg went their separate ways. At the recommendation of one of her teachers, Neptune dropped into the newly established FATE program to work out her problems. Meanwhile, Captain Brigg found a different partner to carry on DWMA's mission as an EAT student.

When she returned home to Yokohama for summer break, her parents learned that their previously water-loving child had become aquaphobic and were understandably confused. And, when they learned of what had actually happened to her, confusion turned to anger. Mr and Mrs Namisaka even filed complaints against DWMA--much to Mizuki's utter embarrassment--for failing to protect their precious daughter. They'd been told that she would be "safe". That their daughter would receive a solid education in a well-protected environment that would lead her to a bright future--being kidnapped by a witch for 3 months was not what they had in mind. They wanted to pull her out of DWMA. Her parents had been vocal enough that Mizuki was certain every DWMA student in learned of her "tragedy". She'd never been more ashamed.

Arguments with her parents.

Breaking up with a former best friend.

Fear of water.

Mizuki's life felt like it was spiraling out of control when, on her 15th birthday, she'd received news that she (as a FATE agent) was being transferred/assigned to DWMA's main campus in America for xxx reasons. Her parents didn't want her to go, but to Mizuki, it was a blessing in disguise. She wanted to get away. Begin anew and start a fresh new adventure in a different country. Therefore, Mizuki made a promise to her parents. She promised them that, by the end of the next school year, if she failed to get rid of her pesky phobia, she'd drop out of DWMA and return home to finish her high school education in Yokohama.

Items on your person: DWMA Student ID, Magitech Communicator, Anxiety meds, Survival Combat Knife, Magitech Wavelength Disrupter(just in case), wallet, a packet of dried seaweed, phone.

Soul Type: A Sailor's Soul, for the most part, classifies as normal (not too rare) soul except for affinity towards water - it's a soul that belongs to the sea. It grows stronger when submerged into water and is more at peace when surrounded by water.

In Mizuki's case, her soul looks like an ordinary blue orb with a tail. However, if one looks deep enough to it, they would see a depth like an endless ocean. If they listen to it, they'd hear the "song of the sea" (the slow sounds of crashing waves) that can be either soothing or wild depending on Mizuki's emotions. Her wavelength has a very "fluid" quality to it. It moves like water, and has a degree of adhesiveness and cohesiveness to it. Harmonious, it doesn't often react negatively to other wavelengths, and if another wavelength is close enough, may just latch on for the ride.

Those possessing the Sailor's Soul tend to be hardy folk. Friendly. Cheerful. They ride the waves of life and adapt well to its changes. A little turbulence doesn't bother them. On the contrary, they often seek it, and will grow bored without some waves in their life. A sailor's heart is one that seeks adventure, so being marooned on land is probably one of the worst things for those possessing a Sailor's Soul. People born with a Sailor's Soul also tend to be drawn to water, natural swimmers, and have good instincts when it comes to the weather. Even as a babe, Mizuki would cry whenever a storm approached.

Weapon Type: A four-feet, 100lbs, Black-Cast Iron Anchor (the anchor behind the girl in the picture bellow) with a 10-foot iron chain link. She can manifest herself with the iron chains or without them, and often asks her wielder which they prefer.

Unique Traits:

• Her weapon form can transform any wavelength (or soul) it absorbs into increased weight. Souls that she absorbs permanently increases the anchor's weight (in addition to any other strength gains that consuming souls provide in their Deathscythe journey). The effects of wavelength absorption, on the other hand, are temporary. She gains 1lb of weight for every unit of wavelength given to her for a short duration. She can only consume/transform wavelength that is poured into her, and only in it's natural state.
• She can transform herself into either an anchor with chain links or an anchor without chain links for the meister to use, suggesting the possibility of being a multi-form weapon...but given that they are both pretty much the same weapon (one with attached chain links and one without chains ), it could be the the anchor without chains is just a...partial full-body transformation? Don't ask Mizuki. She doesn't know. She doesn't even know which of her ancestors passed her the weapon gene.
• Due to her Sailor's Soul, she is relatively immune to water damage.

Resonance Techniques:

• Basic Resonance - She's proficient.
• Deep Sea Resonance - Pretty much basic resonance, but done while the weapon is submerged underwater (only works with a person possessing a Sailor's Soul). Resonating underwater causes Mizuki's soul to grow stronger and forces her partner to match that flow if they wanna resonate. Overall, it's a stronger resonance (a step up basic resonance for Mizuki) and results in her weapon form turning a shiny silver, which she calls her Deep Sea Form. This unlocks a couple of new techniques (the ones she developed with Captain Brigg):
  1. Deep Sea Giant: While maintaining Deep Sea Resonance, Weapon Amplification Resonance is applied to make Neptune/Mizuki grow in size. A her current proficiency, she can double in size - turning into an 8-foot, 800lb anchor with a 20-foot chain (or no chain depending on wielder's request). If she and her partner are in sync, her partner could lift her no matter how big she gets. If not, they'd have to lift 800lbs of silver-colored iron...that can get even heavier if she feasts upon more wavelength.
  2. Deep Sea Harpoon: During Deep Sea Form, if Wavelength-Enhanced Resonance is applied to Neptune's wavelength in particular, it causes her wavelength to pretty much become water that rapidly swirls around her like a protective drill. The weapon is then tossed (with the meister's strength) at the target like a harpoon. If this is done while her weapon-form is amplified, it becomes the Ultimate Deep Sea Harpoon
  3. Deep Sea Octopus: A demon anchor technique. Slamming the silver anchor into the ground, Wavelength-Enhanced Resonance is applied to Mizuki's Wavelength Latching Technique/Anchoring Technique such that the adhesive properties of her wavelength are greatly enhanced. Not only is Mizuki firmly anchored in place, the adhesive wavelength can spread to others in the form of water-like tentacles that attempt to anchor others to the ground as well. Generally, the meister is the one controlling the tentacles while Mizuki is focused on maintaining the wave-length enhanced form. She must be stationary, firmly anchored to ground, while the tentacles are active to maintain this technique.
     
     *Please note, that with Mizuki's current fear of water, Deep Sea Resonance is highly unstable and all water-related techniques are pretty much locked until she gets over her aquaphobia. At the moment, her weapon form is pretty much just a weight-gaining beat-stick....though she can do basic resonance if the meister does most of the work matching wavelengths and her sole job is amplifying the meister's wavelength. Otherwise she's taking meds and touching her wavelength with her eyes closed. It's not actually water after all...

Other Skills:

• Partial Weapon Transformation - Any of her limbs can be the shaft, arms, crown, and even chain of her anchor form, though only one limb at a time. As a fighter, she's decent, but not the best. She knows a bit of kenpo, a bit of judo, but has mostly perfected the art of swinging her anchor with instincts and gusto. Oh, and boat-boxing. Every since reading about it (when researching pirates), she's always wanted to try, but doesn't wanna depend on her parents for money...and FATE missions don't pay nearly enough. She can pour her own wavelength into her weaponized limb to increase its weight...though she hasn't done that much since the kidnaping incident.
• Strength - Despite how small she appears, Mizuki is quite strong for her age. Having to drag an anchor (that can get heavier) around for all her life will do that to you. No, she's not gonna wrestle a fully grown werewolf to the ground...but they may be surprised at how hard she can punch, especially if she throws her weight into it.
• Soul Perception - Average. Probably a bit below average, since she only started learning...and only because she and her former partner had a fallout. Autonomy is the next path if she can't find a partner.
• Nautical Skills - Reading a map, steering boat, pirate-y talk, etc.
• Wavelength Latching Technique/Anchoring Technique - A basic technique for a demon anchor...or so she's been told, it's simply the use of wavelength to latch themselves onto a solid surface like a ninja. In Mizuki's case, she learned to enhance her wavelength's natural adhesive properties.

Partner: Zosar(?) Details will be worked out and added to this section.

 

[Haze-]

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• BASIC
• NATURE
• FATE
• SOUL
• EXTRA

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  F . A . T . E
  Agent I.D.
  Artemis
  Age
  22
  H|W
  5'8|140
  Unit
  A|Weapon
  Rank
  FATE | Type D
  Blood Type
  A+
  
  
  Name
  Wren 'Salvatore' Moretti
  
  Stage Name
  Artemis
  
  D.O.B
  October 9th, 2045
  
  Nationality
  European | Venice, Italy
  
  Class
  Weapon
  
  Species
  Werewolf | Demon Weapon
  
  Gender
  Female
  
  Hair Color
  Grey, fading to black up-top
  
  Eye Color
  Plain white/greyish
  
  Partner
  Zosar Everett Raith
  
  
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  Personality
  
  Cool-headed. Confident. Never breaking a sweat over meaningless, minor things.
  
  Wren's rough on the edges in looks, awkward to tip-toe around at a first glance, but often cuts to the quick when approached. This blunt, near disrespectful demeanor of hers can be seen as dry and unfeeling to most-- but under that shallow, prickly exterior, she's as well meaning as her condition allows her to be. Years of an isolated street-life, fighting for scraps in the slums, have made her too plain-spoken when it comes down to being a socialite. She acts and portrays herself as though she didn't want to be there taking up space to begin with, either carrying an uninterested tone or lazy expression. Oddly enough, Wren's somehow managed to find a clean middle ground where these anti-social antics don't come off as spiteful or unkind.
  
  Many principles and basic rules are an adaptive thing to her. Table manners and social etiquette aren't words on her dictionary, until they need to be. Insightful conversation and mindless chatter is boring, until it pertains to her. There's never an effort to accomodate to the people around her, but one to not stir up a preventable annoyance. This often leads her to getting extremely comfortable with someone without knowing their rank or social standing, too casual for her own good sometimes.
  
  Somewhere hidden under these aloof, easy-going winds she bears there's a morbid fascination that drives her to act the way she does. An urge, an itch that stems from her Madness, like a festering wound that'll never really close.
  
  Her head is fog-damped with ravenous, half-starved delusions. At all times she hungers. In her eyes everyone is a tender piece of meat melting on the bone, tempting her-- yet, somehow she manages not to give in to that feast. Wren gives it a conscious effort, keeps that desire to dig teeth into those around her tucked on the underside of her tongue-- like a bloody tooth that fell loose or a silver coin she'd put in her mouth as a kid. She teases it, acknowledges the hunger, but tries not to act on it.
  
  Sometimes there are a few freudian slips of it. Though nothing she can't play up as an insipid joke.
  
  
  History
  
  Ever since she’d been capable of being conscious of it, Wren had been fending off on her own, a nameless child in the barren slums for twelve or so years.
  
  She was still hitting her first stretch during the opening acts of the MIBVI outbreak, back when it was still sludgeling through its early years of spread, getting bigger and bigger— like it’d also been going through its awkward puberty stages with her, trading milk-teeth for full-fledged chompers and finding hair where it shouldn’t be. In a weird sense, Wren saw it as an ugly twin of hers. It was the only thing she could’ve pinned the word ‘familiar’ on.
  
  She figured that as her nasty, world-threatening spiritual twin brother grew, her parents decided that it was in their best interest not to have a child anymore. And honestly, she doesn’t necessarily blame them for cutting off that loss. She didn't remember much about them, only recalled the silhouette of her father as he walked out of the front door, her mother's face was just a smeared blur in her headspace. The woman was heavy on the substance abuse, she remembers her trying to muster up the effor to care for her own child, though dropping the act once she'd ran out of pitty for her. One morning she woke up to an empty house, not a single soul in sight.
  
  Wren never lost her heritage; it’d been what little her deadbeat parents had left for her. That which resided bone-deep like a dog bite beneath her skin, flowing through her veins— she was a werewolf of the Cutem clan. Though, not an elite or a genetically gifted genius.
  
  Nothing other than the daughter of a couple of runaways that fled to Italy on a fling. Romantic, she figured.
  
  Those bone-chilling looks of hers— the ears, the fangs, the tail— they were the only thing she came to appreciate, the only gratitude she’d ever give to her clan or her parents. It was in those first months that she learned that tigers never really had to earn any of their stripes; the fearsome reputation came as a birthright.
  
  But they didn’t make life any more comfortable, they’d just given her an edge. Even if slight. She still struggled to make ends meet at the end of the day, she would always wind up on a cold, damp expanse of cardboard and clutching at a half-empty stomach.
  
  Wren’s first few years in the barren, disease ridden slums taught her to pick up a taste for mindless violence in order to survive. The streets were rude and hard-hitting, but all those beatings molded her into what she was soon to become. Even as young as seven years old, an underlying disposition for savagery was already brooding within her.
  
  And that ease of violence would net her friends in wrong places. It only took one night to draw in a keen set of eyes, privy for recognizing ‘talent’ even in the most unlikely cesspools around town. The man’s name was Luca Moretti. A regular businessman at a far glance, which had been part of the reason why she’d decided to pick the lock of his apartment after watching him for a while.
  
  She waited for the rain to start pounding on his rooftop, to drown out her footsteps— the quarantine had made people paranoid, yet blindsided. Being holed up for so long in the same place made you comfortable. Comfortable made you stupid. Stupid made you overlook the wolf-eared bum sneaking around your house, in the pitch black. It’d been simple logic for her so far. But Luca wasn’t someone that followed that logic. A fact that she’d come to learn once he had her on the ground with her arm bent back and the edge of a knife pressed against her throat.
  
  She didn’t know what had taken over her at the moment; she knew that being put under custody of a juvenile hall would’ve been better than the street-life; but for some odd reason, maybe on a split-second call of impulse, Wren busted his nose against the back of her head. She shot up from the ground with a wild look in her eyes, expecting the same end of that knife to plunge into her gut at any moment. Instead, she only saw him looking over her with a shit-eating grin and a streak of crimson running down his upper lip.
  
  He’d emptied half of his fridge for her then, told her to come back tomorrow night or else he’d find her himself and beat the soul out of her. So, she did. Once every week, at night, she’d knock on his window, get her food and disappear into the dark. Up until the night he tagged a price for his goods. A ‘small’ favor, a kindness out of her good, saintly graces. That’s when she realized what he was doing; conditioning a stray dog to bite someone else’s hand for him.
  
  He wasn’t logical at all.
  
  She took up these odd jobs from him without much hesitation, not stopping to ask any questions. Most she ever knew was that he used to be a gangbanger back in the day, worked for the mob, settled for being some sort of bodyguard or enforcer now that he didn’t have the same vigor of youth on his side. “Don Salvatore.” she’d heard some of the lowlifes in the city call him.
  
  The days of quarantine had been squeezing the mafia to their wits end, he’d told her, it was near impossible to operate in the midst of the outbreak. They’d run the streets smuggling elicits and fouls, enough drugs to fill up a block of pharmacies, but now that their people were forced to keep quarantine and the shipping routes had narrowed— the real question became what kind of lunatic would be dumb enough to be out there picking up their goods?
  
  So, they instead shrugged their shoulders and settled for lower, as most people around her usually would. Loan-sharking was a more than profitable business nowadays, most regular, good-samaritan businesses were hard-pressed on the situation with the near collapsing economy, most of them were falling short— having to resort to friends from the wrong places. The mob would end up either purchasing these businesses or put a hefty loan on the owners. Out of the kind, grace of their hearts, she figured.
  
  Soon enough the question shifted, Luca had told her, now it was a matter of who they could drop in their fiefdom to keep the debtors in check.
  
  That’s were a dumb, no-name child without much to lose could come in handy.
  
  She’d steal and dish out a beating or two in Luca’s name, usually to people that didn’t really deserve it, people that’d crossed an awkward threshold with the gang and had to ‘be taught a lesson’. On that same vein, she wasn’t a stranger to taking a beating or three herself; usually when she did actually deserve it. But never did she relent a single drop of cash that came out of Luca’s hand.
  
  She did it for a while. Not enough to draw attention and get put on a criminal record, but enough to keep herself fed for at least a whole week— he’d let her come and go as she pleased; the old timer had a heart for a helpless girl in her situation. A heart she could wrangle to her own benefit the majority of the time. She did it for a while longer. Luca had kept the ends of their relationship up-straight, he only wanted her for those genes she had. Told her that a werewolf; some half-breed whelp like her; wouldn't be accepted anywhere else, nowhere but there in the slums with him. And she had no reasons to believe otherwise, Luca had been the only one who'd given her an opportunity. Something to strive for everyday, even if it was as hollow and momentary as living to fill up your stomach the other day. Something even her parents had failed to provide.
  
  Wren would've been content with being the man's guard-dog for all she cared.
  
  At some point he started letting her crash out at his couch. At another point he gave her a name, a lazy pick. Wren, one of the main characters from a nu-noir novel he’d been reading at the time. Somewhere else in time, she picked up his surname, started calling him ‘Uncle Luca.’ And, at some other point, she started feeling like a normal kid for once.
  
  Beyond the veil— after she first surfaced from the clutches of the underworld— there was supposedly a breath of clean, fresh air waiting for her on the other side. Somewhere beyond the solace of the dark, the safety of the known, the anonymity of the streets; there was light. And she didn’t know how much she craved the impulse of plunging right into it. Needed it. The change was more than welcome.
  
  And that switch of paradigm had made her forget about basic logic. Comfortable made you stupid. Good things go rotten when you leave them out in the sun for too long.
  
  It was on one of her usual outings that she brought in the virus with her, her ugly twin brother would rear up its unsightly head again. The most surprising thing about it was how long she’d gone on the streets without catching. What she’d been doing her whole life was akin to inviting death with open arms to come get her and, just maybe, hoping that like a charging elephant would— it would hesitate doing so.
  
  Both Luca and Wren had to eventually seek out the DWMA agents handing out the vaccine. They’d end up recognizing Luca and sure enough, they were separated. Wren was accosted to foster care, somewhere in the south mainland of Italy, where she would grow up callous, hard-hearted. Living and moving for the sake of doing so. She was, as they say, up and riding the wind. The main place, before the constant moving arrangements started, was closer to a rundown pied-à-terre rather than an actual 'home', sequestered somewhere on the edges of the city. It was the first rejoinder for her, the thought had nailed her in the head the moment she set foot into the place, this was life now. Moving constantly, never quite feeling like she belonged.
  
  For most of the kids she'd known in her same situation, those that were still with their feet set on the ground, the settlement was just a temporary thing. Either their deadbeat dad had hit the bottle too hard one night, or their hophead mother had emptied their presctiption vials hoping to get a high. They still had parents; they'd get a letter or two from rehab, maybe come to reconcile with them one day. Wren was in it as a 'full care', not even suitable for kinship care. Once she was making moves, getting passed around foster homes, that fine-drawn, disjointed sense of rootlessness went from subtle to god awful loud.
  
  For a handful of years, she went on and off non-descript duck holes, feeling like an outsider, hopping into some poor bastard's home once every few months. Never getting attached to anything, anyone. Adapting to the different rules of each different house. Acting like her brain hadn't been rotted and numbed beyond recognition once the social worker showed up. The cycle was endless.
  
  She had some measure of ambition at first, childish delusions of seeing Luca again once she came of age, once she could handle herself; even if she had to break his old ass out of prison— she'd told herself once. Though those were just that, shallow dreams. Fickle like a piece of wet paper. Didn't take long for those ideas to sunset and die out inside her head. She gave up.
  
  Somewhere along the line, she was fourteen going fifteen, discovering the one other heirloom her useless heritage and ancestry had left for her— the demon weapon gene. A gift that had awakened late due to contracting MIBVI.
  
  She took off with an excuse to join the DWMA, not out of a burning ambition or a calling, but out of a desperate need to escape. She enrolled into a Western European branch of the DWMA, put in work for a couple of years, and it was going awfully good for a while. The program had its boons and commodities, she even had enough time to super-glue her broken education back together now that she wasn't jumping from school to school thrice a year. She figured discipline was something she'd been missing, all she'd learned from her time in the DWMA had revitalized her spirits in a sense. She started off in a hard-shell, coming to warm herself to her new lifestyle, even opening up a bit to the partner she had been paired with. For once, at the zenith of a life twisted nauseous, after all the alienation, Wren felt as if she had finally found her real place in the world.
  Somewhere she belonged. Somewhere she was worth something.
  
  Yet, once again, she’d forgotten. Comfortable made you stupid.
  
  It happened on a mission that went for a long-haul, a wild-goose chase across the Sahara Desert, something to condition her into the job. Just her and her partner, travelling with a group of nomads; the optimism wasn't amiss for the first night. The days went on, supplies were running thin, their game fled over the horizon still. The sun gave her its slow regards, slowly roasting her over the span of days that seemed to stretch for all of eternity. The dry sand went white, flushed. It was blinding, dazzling all around; featureless, as if the entire world had turned into a blank expanse of sand. Her head yawed side-to-side as she walked, her eyes struggling to find focus-- she was starting to forget what she was there looking for in the first place. Worse of all was that constant feeling in her gut, like a billion degree needle drilling straight into her core, pure emptiness.
  It took a sudden feeling of dizziness, then she was up and over him. Like a wild animal.
  
  When she finally came to her senses, she was holding up a thick, mushy pudding of blood on her hands, her mouth tasted like raw iron— she couldn’t think straight. It wasn't until the others in the group had jumped on her that Wren realized she'd taken a chunk out of her partners arm. The mission was ultimately deemed a failure, and with Wren labeled a liability now, there was no longer a place for her in the DWMA
  
  She wasn't an agent anymore, only 'Wasted Potential.'
  
  She thought she would’ve been locked up like a rabid dog then, maybe even put down, but there was an opportunity waiting for her in F.A.T.E, a special program for rejects like her, somewhere in the U.S.
  
  Wren traveled all the way to foreign land, moved for the sake of going along with the motions, knowing there wouldn't be a future for her outside of this one last opportunity she'd been given. It wasn't worlds apart from her life in foster care, the moment she began her rehabilitation, Wren would jump from partner to partner. Some coming and going out of fear from what they'd heard about her, others out of plain incompatibility.
  
  That endless cycle of detachment was just beginning to repeat itself.
  
  
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  F.A.T.E. Status
  Type D Agent.
  
  Joined the program after attempting to eat her partners right arm while in a maddened, predatory state-- almost succeding in doing so.
  
  Formerly Type C, slowly devolved into a mixture of C and A. Due to her unpredictable mood swings and sudden violent outbursts Wren's been tagged as a 'potential' threat to any and all innocent souls in her immediate area. She's been instructed in CALM Mind training and issued a Madness Inhibitor Collar. She's been appointed to have several psychiatric evaluations throughout the week to keep her in check.
  
  If her condition is to worsen, Wren is to be issued an Incapacitator Collar and her monitoring must become stricter.
  
  F.A.T.E. Issued Items & Equipment
  - Magitech Communicator: Military-grade earbud-style communication link powered by Magitech batteries. Operational for up to six weeks on a single Magitech crystal.
  
  - Magitech Watch: Military grade watch with digital and analog display. This watch acts as a GPS link and the base station for the earbud communicators.
  
  - Survival Combat Knife: All Agents, including weapons, are required to at minimum carry a standard combat knife.
  
  - DWMA Agent ID: Standard among all DWMA Agents and carried as a standard ID effectively on a nearly-global scale, this ID can act as both a universal credit card for accessing personal DWMA account funds and as a stand-in for driver's licenses where applicable.
  
  - DWMA Agent Brooch: Various stylized brooches based on the Madness Inhibitor Collars. These Brooches react to any Madness Wavelength they may sense and counter it with Magitech that replicates the effects of a Healing Wavelength.
  
  - Madness Inhibitor Collar: A device typically requiring being attached to the neck imbued with a specific series of runes capable of suppressing Madness. These devices require very specific fine tuning for their wearer to counteract their specific type of Madness and its spikes.
  
  - Appetite Suppresion Pills: Prescription medicine used to lessen hunger. In Wren's case the effect is noticeably minor, but does help her feel full for longer after a meal.
  
  - Food Rations: Obligatory military tactical backpack filled to the brim with immediate snacks and other high-calorie cuisines. Most of the items consist of various brands of junk food, personally requested by Wren herself, as well as a "goodie bag" where she keeps her "special treats" that, coining a statement from Wren herself, "reduce her hunger bar by 50%."
  
  - 50% Off 'All-You-Can-Eat' Coupon: A special, un-expiring coupon only ever seen in possession of Wren. Supposedly gives her a full 50% discount on every food item purchased within a very specific restaurant in Death City. Nobody knows if this was given to her as a cruel prank or not.
  
  Traits
  Madness of Hunger - An urge Wren has come to develop throughout the years after contracting MIBVI and becoming Madness Sensitive. It manifests as as this constant, gut-wrenching starvation and a craving for everything around her. An appetite that, if gone unsatisfied for too long, will eventually drive Wren into a manic feeding frenzy. This effect comes as a slow-burn, manageable for a while if she keeps stuffing her face with food, but the craving gets exponentially demanding when in the presence of unique souls, those that are worth more than the usual. Becoming near uncontrolable in the presence of a one-of-a-kind soul.
  
  This obsession with 'devouring anything' she sees can also be anchored to more esoteric, less tangible subjects. Such as a specific goal or any achievement she may have in mind. In her manic state of mind, she will count the dopamine rush of satisfaction as 'devouring' a goal, partially cooling down her cravings.
  
  Cutem Werewolf - As a member of the Cutem Werewolf Clan, Wren was taught the basics of their unique ability to partially transform into their true werewolf form. Unlike most members of her clan, she was never fully raised as one of them, hence why she never learned more than the very bare basics of their ways. Her control over her partial transformations is masterful, being capable of holding them for hours on end, though the transformation in of itself isn't anything to write home about. The form she takes gives her an edge over her peers, boistering her overall agility and strength, but she still can't manage to hold a candle up to a Meister's face. As if a toddler had mastered crawling and settled for just that as it grew up into adulthood.
  
  She's never learned more of her clan's teachings or history, nor does she ever intend to.
  
  
  
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  Soul
  
  
  Capacitor Soul
  
  Wren's soul appears with a pale, shifting contour that encases an ever-collapsing crimson node, wild streaks pulsing in and out from the center in all directions. Like a bloated cloud holding a red sheet lightning.
  
  A not-so-uncommon wavelength, her Capacitor Soul and Tuned Wavelength allow her to accumulate great amounts of wavelength energy, either of her own or her Meister's, hoarding the output of it to put it to better use. This steady intake of wavelength energy has a charge-up period before she can fully make use of it in a technique, let alone resonance. Pouring out all the built up energy will cause her wavelength to 'buffer,' making her go through a recharge period before she can store any more energy. Strangely, it's harder for Wren to efficiently store up and use her own energy, finding the process a lot more 'streamlined' when she settles herself for just taking in her partners wavelength.
  
  Wavelength Techniques
  
  Pop Cap - "Blows up" a portion of soul, pouring out all of the wavelength she's stored in one violent burst. Takes one day to heal.
  
  Weapon Form
  
  A gigantic beast of a buster sword, the dangerous end fashioned in the likeness of a chainblade. The dull, blunt blade serves as the guide bar for a set of chipped, blood-letting teeth, latched on a rotating chain that loops all the way back to the inner mechanisms of the handle. Oddly enough, the teeth resemble more of a hedgetrimmer rather than a chainsaw, missing the more rounded teeth on a chain link for sharper, angled fang-like bits of steel. From the handle and up to the 'guide bar' it's pure black steel, the teeth contrasting with a heavy tinge of crimson.
  
  Resonance Techniques
  
  Basic Resonance - She can more than manage. Maybe not on the same level as any of the irregular agents, given how she's found herself to be a hard-match for most, but she manages. Not half-bad, still remembers what she was taught back when she did have matching partners, might need some polishing.
  
  Rev Up - Taking in a strong surge of her partners wavelength, Wren uses the built-up energy as fuel to power up her weapon form, making the chainblade rev-up, rattle and start revolving abnormally fast.
  
  Gorgon Shredder - Another form of resonance, and a step-up from Rev Up. Burning the combined output of wavelengths from the Meister and the Weapon into the guide bar and the teeth, the chainblade's engine revs up, rattles and starts revolving illogicaly fast. This power amp makes the teeth glow with raw spiritual energy, spinning so fast that their shape blurs into a string of light around the guide bar. Wren describes the feeling as 'shredding guitar strings until your fingers fall off,' requiring great amount of wavelength and concentration to maintain the technique. Even if it doesn't manage to cut its target, the excess energy causes the chainblade to release spiritual sparks on contact, giving it a heavier kick back in a clash.
  
  Partial Weapon Transformation - Forced to learn it due to a lack of partners, her proficiency with it is amateur at most. Capable of shifting her left hand to make the head of her chainblade protude between the split of her ring and middle finger, going up the fore-arm. This will undo her partial werewolf transformations.
  
  
  
  
  
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  TBA
  

 

[Chibistaryuu]

" I rather do this Solo than Be around you idiots"

- Noise during her DWMA Days.​

Spoiler: Appearance

Name: Juniper "Noise" Veselovsky
NIckname: Noise, That woman with a Guitar, Troublemaker, Miss Lazybones
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Species: Weapon
Traits: Demon weapon,
DOB: November 11th 2047
Height: 6'3"
Hair Color(s): auburn, tips have a crimson hue.
Eye Color(s): Green
General Appearance: Juniper- er Noise takes on the appearance of a teenage kid who rather dress out in the wintertime than any other time, Noise's eyes are a shade of emerald green with their eyelids droopy and often set in tired/ annoyed expression as most, ashen skin from not going outside much and preferring to stay inside. Her hair is another topic, which is auburn in terms of shade and waist lengthwise, with Extremely-messy-and-quite lazily-half-hearted-much placed in a ponytail with it being held by a black ribbon. There are two outfits you may catch Juniper wearing, One is their dark blue hoodie with crossbones with a skull with the text saying "Lazy Bones" with a black turtleneck underneath with her wearing a Guitar case on her outfit and a bandage wrapped around the right sleeve, and grey sweatpants and Loafers. Their second outfit is a navy blue coat with white fur lining the hood as the coat has green accents, They wear a brown sweater with them having a dark blue scarf wrapped around their neck covering their mouth, with the familiar white bandage on their right sleeve and wearing winter pants and Steel toed boots.
Personality:

Somewhat a Jerk with a Lazy heck demeanor and somewhat a snarky jerk is what sums up Juniper the most, Juniper tends to be an arrogant bastard favoring teasing and annoying both her allies and enemies as she loves to see them get mad at them as they tend to push on and on with the teasing including with being snarky with one's life, she tends to be apathetic not even caring about who or whatever happens as what happens, happens. They tend to be heavily disobedient often not following orders and not listening to one as she is doing things their way and often tends to try and solo things on their own, Juniper rather play video games at times and is often seen napping rather than listening to meetings as she view them as a boring thing. But what lives up to their Nickname, is causing as much noise and often loves to go out with a "bang" in anything including in pranks as she seems to be fond of.


Truly what's under Juniper's Apathic, Lazy, Yet jerkish-chaotic exterior is a hurt and traumatized woman who hates themself for not saving their sister and had been left alone by their family and often regrets that Juniper is much more caring than she appears to be and regrets the mistakes she made in their life, they may not show it but she'll give their life into protecting the ones she trusts and tends to be overly emotional about it. This side of themself is only revealed only to the one they trust.


F.A.T.E. Status:
Type A: PTSD related to the death of her sister, severe trust issues, and a severe phobia of reptiles. She has mostly overcome certain triggers such as sound and with exposure, therapy has overcome the catatonic state she once would go into, but still demonstrates issues with teamwork and trust.
History:

Juniper was born in the capital of Russia during not only the beginning of a frigid winter but right as the MIBVI pandemic was on the rise. Her parents, Vladimir and Annika Veselovsky, were renown Agents in the Eastern European Branch during the Era of the hunt that had waited until the Witch alliance had stabilized to start their family. Their timing could not have proven worse as the new phenomenon that would later be known as MIBVI only became more dire after their eldest child, Willow, was born. By the time Juniper and her twin brother Kukui were around, the Eastern European Branch called in all available agents to help with the worsening outbreaks.

Vladimir and Annika came to an effective compromise of remaining relatively local to Central Russia and defending the more affluent areas of Moscow. Russia in general became disorganized during the pandemic, resulting in the vast majority of the country losing infrastructure and basic necessities, like food and shelter. Crime of all kinds had risen in the country and it became nigh-impossible for most to enforce the law. Despite this, Juniper was given a fairly pleasant upbringing within the fortified section of Moscow. She and her siblings were afforded this relatively luxurious life due to the sacrifices made by her parents; not only willing to risk their lives on missions, but act as local enforcement for the Russian government. A secret they neither shared nor were proud of.

Willow, Juniper, and Kukui had a pleasant upbringing. Sheltered from the chaos their country was in and defended fervently against any chance of MIBVI outbreak, their main concerns came from maintaining their grades in the school districts they had moved to for protection and of course when their parents would return. Vladimir and Annika were able to return quite often, meaning unlike so many children during this era, the trio were not deprived of a parental upbringing. Juniper would have fond memories of her father playing guitar, her mother attempting to cook meals for them, snow ball fights, and sledding when it was suitable, and of course prank wars. Even the day her brother first transformed into a Weapon was met with glee from her parents, though when it occurred for Juniper a year later it was to her chagrin being late, but she didn't mind.

Unfortunately, even the most centralized parts of Russia could not maintain the façade of safety for long. Try as they might, her parents and the dozens of agents trying to keep Moscow orderly simply could not maintain order. In combination with the requests from their children to train to be agents just like their parents, Vladimir and Annika elected to see them off to the Western European Branch for training. But, more importantly, safety. This allowed more freedom for their parents to traverse Russia to suppress outbreaks or secure supplies and gave the trio of children a new playground at the Western Branch training facilities with the siblings being as competitive as they could.

The entire trio was rambunctious, though Juniper was often the worst of the three regarding pranks and shenanigans. These were not taken kindly by the school system, but her spot was all but secured due to the deal cut with her parents. Beyond that, this young Juniper was a bright student. When she applied herself, she was just as academically capable of her allegedly gifted sister and her weapons training came along just as swiftly as that of her brother. The trio were eventually chosen for a transfer to the DWMA Headquarters in Death City as many other branches did to relocate students and lesson the load on the auxiliary branches. More so, it also relieved the load of her pranks and borderline delinquent nature, not even the teachers were safe from the pranks.

Despite their age gap, the trio managed to remain together for the better part of their education and time in the DWMA. Each joined EAT at the same time and each were paired with a partner around the same time. This was not due to Willow being slow, more so her late transition to Death City. Nonetheless, the trio made a fairly formidable team with their new partners, and each passed their one-star exam within their first attempt. Their parents now were reserved to video calls, but otherwise, their lives were looking up. They may very well have been able to follow in the footsteps of their parents; a possibility that brought each of them joy.

On of the first actual combat missions the group had, tragedy struck. Or, more accurately, was allowed. It was a simple mission of exterminating the giant scorpions that would run rampant every spring in the Mojave. In all reality, it was something that all of them could have managed. Willow and her partner were swiftly removing the tails of their targets, dodging the stingers as none of them didn't want to get stung nor did they want to get pinched. Juniper could crush them without a second thought, and Kukui with his partner Lance made sure that the dance between his sisters went off without a hitch. It was nothing the group couldn't handle.

Well, That is until they found themselves against a giant desert banded gecko, something that wasn't anticipated, and honestly chimera could handled it but didn't. What came next was something the group couldn't have anticipated and in truth only Chimera could have handled. This Desert banded gecko, Mutated from consuming the eggs of the said scorpions and grown large to a rather large proportion, had come across the team as it had caught the scent of its prey being killed. it was after the softer, more nutritious agents not unlike a reptile would be after any mammal. Chimeera didn't jump in, as he rather wanted to see the agent's potential and, it turned out, their potential fell lower than his expectations. To him, this gecko was hardly a challenge. Barely any different from the scorpions. What Chimera failed to recognize is that the sheer size of the monster in combination with its speed was not something the average, fresh One-Star could handle.

Kukui and his partner were the first to be knocked back by the creature after recklessly charging in to assist Juniper and Willow. Turns out Geckos are faster and stronger than the scorpions than it looks, Which made all the more dangerous. Chimera did not jump in, To him, this creature was child's play as Willow and and Juniper fought the creature with all they could muster, with Lance unconscious and Kukui worriedly telling Chimera that they can't beat it. Leaving Chimera unimpressed by this relevation. Kukui tried to at least pull Lance to safety, but Willow and Juniper were on their own. And, as Kukui said, they could not defeat it. Willow and her meister, being older and slightly more aggressive, were the first to slip up, and the first to fall. A desert banded gecko is a cruel creature to prey it is uncertain of.

It will bite into them and then thrash her and her meister's body around endlessly onto the ground, as the beast slammed her body impact after impact thus killing her. That was the fate of Willow Veselovsky; a fate that Juniper witnessed right in front of her eyes, ceaselessly witnessed her sister dying in front of her like a broken record; it shattered her world into a million pieces But that was only for Chimera to come in last second and defeat the beast, Upon Willow's death.

Then and only then did Chimera step in. He didn't need his weapons. Compared to the agents and even this gecko, Chimera was a force of nature. It wasn't even allowed to swallow the body of Willow before he brought his fist down upon its skull, then began to pummel it senselessly until it slopped over dead. Chimera was powerful, so powerful he could have saved them at any time and chose not to out of his disgust. He flared his wavelength, flexed his power, and threatened all of those around him about what might just happen if they explained what happened here.

It broke her. Shattered her into a million, tiny pieces.

She tried to reconcile what had occurred. She had no idea what to do. They would need to tell their parents. Need to have a funeral. Her mom and dad worked so hard to keep them safe in Russia, and now this? Surely, they would be a disappointment. Maybe, just maybe, if they could explain it, it wouldn't hurt so bad...

But Lance? He wasn't willing to tell on Chimera. Neither was the partner of Willow. Neither was her partner. Kukui soon too bowed down to this pressure, and that only cemented in the feeling of vulnerability and betrayal that Juniper had.

Never again. Never would she trust a soul. She couldn't betrayed and hurt if she did not trust. Never would she be vulnerable. Never would she be closed. Her mind repressed that memory until it didn't hurt anymore. Until Chimera did not betray them, but Willow truly lost out of her hubris. She was only alive because Chimera intervened. Even Kukui had fled to protect Lance; he let Willow die just as much as she did, if not more.

Timeskip, Upon their return there was a funeral held up, Chimera threatened both Kukui and Lance with violence if they told Juniper the truth which they reluctantly agreed to, as they were nervous about telling her and their reaction; after it, she locked themself in her room grieving and upset much to Kukui and their friends worrying about Juniper's mental health and safety after knowing of the demon weapon had barely eaten anything during the next few days, so trying as hard as the group could, they tried on cheering her up and being there in their life to try and motivate her into moving past Willow's death, which would be harder than anticipated.

Juniper did not remain with her partner nor did she remain close to Kukui. She reinvented herself. She found a new partner and became Noise. Just Noise. Anything to drown out the sound of her memories, anything that wasn't the screams of her sister in those final moments. Kukui tried to reconcile with her, but she had none of it. There was no cheering up from this, there was nothing he could do to repair it and she didn't even want to hear none of it from him anyway.

Juniper, now Noise, went on like this for some time, pairing with a Meister named Marcy, and the duo being fairly capable. Noise had her moments. She would stare off into space, miss some orders, hear things that weren't there, sometimes have an emotional breakdown, but she could fight. And, her Thunderous Wavelength was fairly destructive. She and Marcy made a good pair and just when things were looking up, another chaotic twist of fate unfolded.

Chimera was caught. Stripped of his title, potentially even looking at jailtime. He had hospitalized his own weapon for some ludicrous reason, but he wasn't aware of just how interconnected his partner was. Once one person came out of the woodwork to report his abuse, more and more followed. Kenny was responsible for plenty of tragedies within the DWMA and now it even came out that Willow was one of them. Marcy was the one to break this news to Noise and it yet again shattered her world. She had spent so long using denial as glue to hold together what she had left, but it didn't work. She couldn't hold it together anymore. With the memories flooding back to her, she was hit with regret and guilt and all the unprocessed grief she had for Willow.

She went to therapy. She got her PTSD diagnosis. After a few weeks, she seemed fine. She had reconciled with Kukui and while things weren't the way they used to be, it was better not to be alone. Marcy even waited for her to be cleared for field work, and Juniper was.

That was premature. Out on another mission, all it took were a few triggers. A tiny snake here. A couple of thumps here, something that sounded just a little too similar to the much louder thumps Willow made when her body was tossed around. Juniper tried to hold it together, but she just couldn't. Once they made their camp, she simply stared into the campfire. Catatonic. Unresponsive. Lost in reliving her memories over and over and over again. She couldn't fathom how one man could be so cruel. She could see his face and the look of disappointment that ran across it when they just couldn't make a move on that gecko. It was too fast and their resonance was too weak. Lance couldn't make an opening, Willow despite the slight gap in skill was still too slow, so of course Juniper had no hope. Her hope was in one man who neglected her. Neglected all of them.

That was her loop. A loop that always ended in the death of Willow.

When that loop was interrupted by Marcy, Juniper reacted instinctively. She swung in fear. Not knowing friend from foe and ultimately bludgeoning Marcy by accident. A surprise, but a surprise that landed her partner in the hospital and ruined their mission. Marcy was not so forgiving this time. Neither was the DWMA. Juniper was deemed unsafe for field duty. She was also considered a candidate for the F.A.T.E. Program. An experiment, of sorts. Chimera, the man responsible for her situation, had made some strides in the Paean Program and himself was being brought in for the F.A.T.E. Program. If he could benefit from it, surely there was some time of cosmic justice that would allow Juniper to.

She was presented with the terms of the F.A.T.E. Program and agreed. In her case, there was a lot of therapy. A lot of professionals figured out if it was even possible. What is the nature of her PTSD? Could she overcome this? After several years leading up to the beginning of the problem, it was believed that she had overcome most of her triggers. She had an innate phobia of reptiles, but most sounds were hardly a trigger. A distaste for authority and a fierce independent streak, but stable enough it seemed to perform on a mission without another mishap like what occurred with Marcy. Part of her therapy was to meet with Marcy again to bury the hatchet. Marcy had moved on with another partner, and the two had a discussion where bygones were allowed to be bygones. With her entrance into the program and ideally being paired with a positive enough partner, it was believed she still may have the potential to live up to the reputation of her parents. The only thing she was wondering was if she deserved a second chance?

Items on your person:

• Magitech Communicator
• Magitech Watch
• DWMA Agent ID
• Acoustic Guitar

Soul Type: Juniper's soul is a dark blue hue with the edges having a glowing cyan shade, the soul itself is always glaring like it hates everyone, and it wears a transparent pair of headphones on its head.
Weapon Type:

Spoiler: weapon

Unique Traits:

• Absorb: Basic Demon Weapon ability. Can consume souls.
• Partial Transformation: A skill that Noise needed to learn, numerous amounts of times of rather much going solo. They can only change their limbs at a time.
• Thunderous Wavelength: A wavelength characterized by a low frequency, a massive amplitude, and an inherent affinity for sound. This wavelength is known as one of the few that can most often be heard by the spiritually sensitive even if they do not normally use auditory soul perception. The sheer volume of their soul results in even the most advanced suppression being unable to make it completely undetectable, though they can learn to at least hide the passive sound of their soul through suppression. Many do find the volume and general "thump" of this soul to be annoying or grating. Those with a Thunderous Wavelength possess the ability to amplify sound, resulting in thunderous booms which earn the wavelength its name. Specifically, this wavelength can generate sonic booms, which thunder naturally is. At the higher end of users with this wavelength, the focus on weaponizing this wavelength shifts less from the sheer volume of those booms to the pressure wave they emit. Similar to Murderous Wavelengths, users with this wavelength have a natural resistance (and in many cases outright immunity) to other sound-based abilities.

Resonance Techniques:

• Basic Resonance: She has skills in this at least practice taught them well in it as well.
• Bond Resonance: This is only due to her bond with their siblings and having used to be wielded by her sister and brother.
• Godspeed Gong: Noise channels the wavelength of their meister into the head of her hammer, amplifying it before hitting a target to not only create a tremendous force but create a painfully deafening sonic boom.

Partner: Sara ( Merciless Medic )
Trivia:

• Noise is bisexual
• Their Pronouns are She/Them.
• Her blood type is AB+

Theme:

 

[Pumpkid]

Dante Holiday


Age
23

Gender
Male

Species
Human

Traits
Demon Weapon

Height
6’5

Hair Color(s)
Orange

Eye Color(s)
Mint/ green

Sexuality
Aroace

Personality​

Dante is an overconfident weapon who enjoys challenging the strong whether it's physical or verbal. He tends to taunt those who are weak or who just flat out annoy him. His threats are all bark and no bite as he’s unwilling to sabotage a mission at the risk of losing his benefits.

When it comes to teamwork, Dante is not the type to cooperate as he finds working alone is easier without having to worry about anyone else. It also stems from the fact that he carries abandonment issues which play a large role when it comes to trusting coworkers. In a fight, he’s impulsive and tends to get ahead of himself. He’s not as smart as he makes himself out to be and uses brute force more than anything.

During Dante’s down time, he’s surprisingly jaded, preferring the simple life, dreaming of becoming someone better, finding a companion willing to spend time with him. He’s appreciative of the little things even though he doesn't express it enough. The one thing that grinds Dante’s gears is technology and magic, mostly magic. Those that fight using magic are considered full of him. The same can be said about shift weapons. In general, he is just a grandpa who complains about why people don't enjoy the simple lifestyle anymore.

F.A.T.E. Status​

Dante applied to be in the project because of his incompetence and lack of team working skills.

History​

Ever since childhood, Dante has been scraping by to make ends meet. His parents had abandoned him at ten and was raised by the streets of Reno, Nevada. During the two years he spent alone in Reno, he surrounded himself with a group of friendly bikers that gathered at a restaurant every weekend. He was especially close to one of the bikers known as Max who learned about Dante’s ability to form into a weapon. The kid occasionally struggled with his partial forms which gave Max the idea to help Dante to apply in the D.W.M.A. not just because of his ability, but for a better life too. Despite how conflicted the boy was about leaving home, he accepted on behalf of Max’s request.

Unlike most applicants, Dante was personally trained to fight, and control his forming abilities, before being qualifying in the E.A.T. after being assessed to carry a unique wavelength that nullifies magic. Never in Dante’s lifetime did he ever think he would be considered a valuable asset. He didn't feel special or all that different from anyone, but he accepted it as it provided him shelter to call home. He was grateful enough to receive any kind of help. At the same time, Dante was paired with Rory, who would inevitably become his best friend. His optimism and ambition compliments Dante's stubbornness and boosts his motivation to act. At first hand, Dante would find the kid annoying, that is until the exam. As it turned out, Rory excelled at pole type weaponry. The way he swung Dante with ease, blew him away. Though he refused to admit how impressed he was with his partner. Suffice to say, they passed with flying colors.

Being a D.W.M.A. student has allowed Dante to see a better light of things. Because of it, Dante became loyal to the academy and its Lord. Death City became a place to call home as long as his meister was at his side. Sure, the first couple of missions were tough, but it helped both of the boys bond. Dante’s rough exterior mellowed, and grew accustomed to Rory. His bubbly attitude balanced the weapon, and gave him a reason to get out of bed in the morning. Someone had to protect the meister from himself and that person was Dante. At the same time, Rory would straighten the grumpy teen. He became the center of Dante’s universe, always searching for a way to be stronger. However, his streak of service comes to an end while walking down the academy halls, and overhearing a conversation between Rory and a professor about switching partners. The news shocked Dante. In that brief moment, his world was collapsing into a nightmare. Once the professor was out of sight, Dante confronted Rory to his surprise. Guilt written across his face as Dante interrogated the boy. He wanted answers as to why he wanted to drop him, and for what purpose? It had Dante questioning himself. Was he really awful that Rory didn't talk to him about it? So many unanswered questions, and Rory couldn’t find the words. His silence made him look guilty. Dante even granted his so-called “friend” a chance to speak. Just as Rory was about to explain, Dante decided he didn’t need to hear it as he stormed out, and anything Rory says would be an excuse. Knowing Dante, Rory chose to let him cool down and discuss the situation another time.

For a week, Dante avoided Rory, skipping school before returning to the academy only to learn of Rory’s fate. At first glance of entry into class, the professor escorted him outside where he gave Dante Rory’s silver necklace. It was his signature accessory. No matter what, he kept it close to him like a charm. The professor gave his condolences revealing he had died during a mission, but his weapon barely survived. Apparently, his mind was fogged which led to his death against a corrupted soul. Dante immediately held onto the charm and blamed himself. Had he tried to reach out, maybe things would be different. The professor went as far as to tell him the funeral was currently taking place, but it wouldn't be a good idea considering the parents despise him. Dante still wanted to visit, but was stopped as the professor continued. Rory is part of the Hoshino family, an elite clan. The parent’s loathe Dante for being a simple weapon. They wanted his proficient son to be with someone of the Hoshi clan. As it turns out, Rory was peer pressured into switching partners. The information was too much to bare. Instead of attending class, he chose to take a couple of days off for himself to mourn his loss.

Returning to school didn't feel the same for Dante, especially having to pair with a new meister. Everything his new partner did reminded him of Rory. He felt estranged by everything he did. Dante’s performance as a weapon lacked motivation, often clouded to put any kind of effort. It was apparent he was shutting down, yet he was given many chances as the academy refused to lose such an asset. No matter how many tries he uses, he ultimately stops cooperating. Refusing to work with anyone who he might put in danger. It was then decided Dante can try working on his own as an autonomous weapon. To his relief, Dante accepted. The battles he fought through the years filled a void, but at the price of his ego. Unwilling to listen to orders and fighting with reckless abandon. His behavior led to his early retirement after causing an ally to fall during a squad mission. The objective was an assault on a coven. With Dante at hand he was able to dispel many traps and illusions cast upon the fortress. As they raided the castle, the squad leader split into teams of two. For the most part. Dante would run ahead of his teammate exterminating anything that was thrown at him. Rather than await orders and stick to his ally, the weapon would jump at the chance to pounce the witch, and underestimate their power as they casted an attack. His team member noticed the impact would be too great for Dante to handle, and pushed the man out of the way, but in return took the hit causing half of his arm and face to burn in the process. The diversion was enough for the witches to make an escape. Dante was dumbstruck by the ordeal having injured his commander over his incompetence.

After being kicked out of D.W.M.A, Dante had to live a regular life working from nine to five while he reflected on his transgressions. Everything he did led him back to finding for himself. It was as if the world held a grudge against him. Whether he played obedience or disobedience didn't matter. The other shoe was bound to drop and send him on another spiral. Living as a citizen has made him notice the little things and appreciate them, but he felt a piece of himself missing. There was no excitement in his daily routine. He lacked purpose, and as the days went by he wondered where he stood in life. One day, he heard an old man’s story at a bar. How content he is to have bettered himself. The world around him felt a bit brighter too because he put in the effort. Dante envied the man. It had him collect his thoughts wondering if he should do the same, and try again to be a weapon. The idea of being paired still haunted him, but perhaps it was time to move on? Later that evening, he consulted his former supervisor by the phone to find a way to return to the D.W.M.A. They mentioned it’s a possibility after reviewing his case and recommended applying for the F.A.T.E. project. A rehabilitation for lost causes like himself. It’s not what Dante had in mind, but it was a sign for a second chance.

Items on your person​

Magitech Communicator, Magitech Watch, Survival Combat Knife, DWMA Agent ID, DWMA Agent Brooch, GPS Dermal Implant, Incapacitator Collar, & silver necklace that serves as a lucky charm left behind by Rory, hand sanitizer he uses whenever he’s “used/touched”, Shades or goggles depending on the weather

Soul Type​

A spiky, bright, blue soul wearing a smirk

Weapon Type
Twin Halberd

Unique Traits
Anti-magic Wavelength

Skill List

(Ex-)Autonomous Weapon
Dante is a former Autonomous Weapon, spent time developing his own close quarters fighting style with his partial weapon form. Aside from his enhanced martial combat, he has learned skills not normally associated with a Demon Weapon, such as Wavelength Amplification and Soul Perception on his own.

Partial Weapon Transformation
As a former Autonomous Weapon, Dante is highly skilled at Partial Weapon transformations. While he has the same limits on transformation as any other regular Demon Weapon, his quick succession of transformations has been fairly refined and the multiple heads of his weapon-form have proven to have multiple creative uses in combat.

Wavelength Amplification
Dante has a fairly well-rounded skill in Wavelength Amplification, though he has declined with it since his prime in the DWMA. His time as a civilian and time in the program re-training himself to become a Demon Weapon has shifted his focus from Wavelength Amplification, but it remains a skill he can still use to roughly the level of a One-Star Meister. More so, his time using Wavelength Amplification has bled into his skill in Wavelength Regulation, making him fairly good at assisting his Meister.

Wavelength Regulation
Despite it being a higher-level skill for a Demon Weapon, Dante has proven quite adept at Wavelength Regulation due to his time as an Autonomous Weapon using these skills. Dante is specifically good at assisting his Meister with Wavelength Amplification, Soul Perception, and applications of Soul Force (including Soul Conduction).

Soul Force
Perhaps the pinnacle of his Wavelength Control as an Autonomous Weapon, Dante is able to perform Soul Force strikes. While his mastery is nowhere near the level of the upgrade of Soul Menace, this application of Soul Force has proven especially effective at applying his Anti-Magic Wavelength. Otherwise, this technique is rarely used as his partial weapon transformations proved more devastating.

Soul Perception
A skill not uncommon for Demon Weapons, it is still one Dante became generally more skilled with due to his need of it being Autonomous. Dante is capable of perceiving souls clearly in roughly a sixty foot area in front of him, can track up to three soul signatures, and has even trained himself to perceive the general flow of mana.

Resonance
While possible at one time with his first partner, Rory, Dante has not used Resonance of any kind in years. It is still possible, but would require time and practice with a dedicated partner. He has entry-level skill in Chain Resonance, but rarely used it as it requires teamwork. He does possess the ability to perform Self-Resonance, though much like Wavelength Amplification, it has gone by the wayside for his regular Demon Weapon training. As it stands, Dante can bolster his physical attributes by over three times using Self-Resonance, but otherwise has no unique application of it due to the time he has spent not using it.

Anti-Magic Wavelength
Dante naturally has a high resistance to magic and magic based effects that his halberd head can cut through magic and mana, with what he cuts reverting back to ambient mana if it's no longer connected to the source.

Extra
-Despite having a dislike for tech, Dante has an affinity with music players
-Dante has a great singing voice and can be seen mumbling a verse when idly doing something. Music has a soothing affect on him to help stimulate his brain.
-There are two themes that Dante favors. One is for motivation, the other is whenever he or another person is stuck in the moment. If he's close to someone there might be a chance he will sing to them just to cheer the person up.
-Reads books especially the drama kind/mystery ones

Spoiler: Themes

Motivation

Tender Moment

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-Dante can play acoustic guitar, and piano, but is eager to learn to play electric whenever he gets his hand on them
-Its great with kids and has a nurturing side around them
-He writes to Max as a pen pal considering the guy is serving his sentence
-Adores small things
-Loves the color orange
-Pumpkins
-Halloween because that's when he was born

Partner
Sara Middleton ( Merciless Medic Medic)​

 

[Mqueserasera]

Orochi Ouka

• Basics
• History & FATE
• Personality
• Soul

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  Name: Ouka Orochi
  
  Age: 22
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Species: Human
  
  Traits: Weapon
  
  Height 5'8| 172 cm
  
  Hair Color: Red
  
  Eye colors: Green
  
  Weapon Type: Gohei / Naginata
  
  Partner: Ouka Orochi
  
  
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  HISTORY
  
  
  Perfection is something the Orochi clan never strove to be. Their dogma is of the inevitable equilibrium, of opposites found in harmony and natural course. The pinnacle they sought lies in achievements of deep understanding, strict observation of nature, and preservation of humankind - a flawed race. They were guardians and teachers. And once they wielded great influence in the Imperial Court, holding an authority over politics and moral teachings, national laws and court rituals, and though their latter functions had waned over the ages the Orochi remained a force to be feared and relied upon by the powers that be. It was no surprise then that they were among the pioneers of the Far East country to harness the power of demon weapons. But while others contended with pursuing power and worldly rewards, the Orochi had only one aim: to once and for all end all inhuman threats - werewolves, witches, undead and other unnamed forces who had preyed on humans since the dawn of time. Their goals were lofty, their means ample, and yet it still took them many generations to refine a method that was not only an expression of their religion but also provided a way to harness madness-based powers as never before. That it was morally apprehensive in some perspectives was of no consequence. They became a clan of demon weapons, given the advantages of their souls being naturally resistant to the pull of madness, and yet were not free wholly of it; containing a monstrous and deadly form but still maintaining a pristine public front. Soon enough the only thing that stopped them from dominating all non-humans in the regions were the limits of their scope and their determination to keep the secret of their arts within the family.
  
  Ironic that while most would think of weapons as tools, to the Orochi, it was the Meisters who were indeed expendable. Many indeed were the willing candidates: vagabonds, ronins, aggrieved vassals, desperate daimyo and other endless sources of those who would risk everything for power. The requirements are simple: the meisters must possess great mental and martial qualities, their characters being of no concern, and that they must wield the power to eliminate inhuman threats designed by the clan. As for however else they wished to direct the madness-empowered weapons, the clan turned a blind eye, caring not if their members would play part in rebellions or mere banditry and other misdeeds. Few of them lasted long, at any rate. Power tempts and madness galls, and those who deliberately sought power for selfish means all inevitably succumbed to madness, and then they would be dealt with swiftly by other members. As for the weapons themselves, who typically paired with two to three meisters before themselves succumbed, were given the choice to retire after the first corrupted meisters if they so wished.
  
  And of course for all the bad sorts, there were also those who sought power for noble goals. Though such meisters were rare, they usually preserved their sanity to old age and were given respect by the clan. And often when one is found, they are assigned to a talented weapon who could be of greater use entering a long-term service, instead of having to retire early because of an unstable partner. Such rare cases, which occurred no more than a couple of times in several generations, were thought to have found its latest incarnation in Ashikaga Shigure and his partner, Orochi Ouka.
  
  Shigure was an upstanding man of prestigious stock. There was nothing about him which hinted at someone obsessed with power or so naive as to think he was immune to madness. But he was proud and intelligent, knowing that the current state of the world bears many omens for a bleak future of wars and conflicts. He wanted to do something with his own power, but unlike most idealistic young men, he did not simply daydream it but took the opportunity offered him with little hesitation. And so he became partnered with the clan head’s eldest daughter, Orochi Ouka, a well-trained and disciplined demon weapon in whom he soon found a trustworthy companion and a kindred soul. And Ouka, who had been trained to act cautious even against her own meister, nevertheless found Shigure to be the admirable young man his first appearance had promised. It did not seem strange that before long they had fallen in love with each other. Though it was unadvisable, for most meisters would eventually descend to madness and Orochi demon weapons were never meant to treat them as anything more than mere tools to be disposed of when they have outlived their usefulness. But the young couple was assured that it would never happen, that they would never be violently torn apart by the indifferent, impartial world they live in, as young couples do.
  
  As it transpired, an ill-timed attack, a well-chosen target, was all it took. All because the Orochi never cared for the purpose of others, thinking as they had always been that monsters and witches even as mindless animals are not capable of sentimental tactics. They thought so long as they could fortify their domain and monitor the greatest concentration of threats, they would never be outmaneuvered by their foes. But they never reckoned irrationality. One certain bloodsucker who had escaped an earlier raid had recognized Shigure. Perhaps the creature had noticed others of the Orochi too. But that did not matter. Shigure’s was a face it could place, a name whose origin it could unearth, and someone it could hurt. As it happened, the bloodsuckers came back for revenge, but this was not visited upon their chief enemy or any other obvious threats to their existence, but an unassuming estate in the middle of Kyoto. No other humans in the area were harmed, but the Ashikaga’s estate went up in flames. The slaughter was in truth no more savage than the Orochi’s raid upon the bloodsuckers' coven, but from the perspective of a man who had just a moment before having a happy dinner with his family and girlfriend, and then the next witnessed his mother and father being murdered, his younger sister being mercilessly torn apart, he could only find the creatures unforgivable.
  
  Members of the Orochi eventually arrived to finish the job, which was not only the few straggling bloodsuckers but also a blood-crazed meister. They had expected a bitter fight as had gone down many times before when a madness-conquered meister had not been subdued in time. But for some reason or another - perhaps for he had been completely exhausted by the previous fight, or perhaps for some other deeper, personal reason still lodged in a corner of his blackened brain, Shigure dropped his weapon. The nonplussed enforcers finally decided to take him into custody at the Orochi’s estate. But nevertheless, every member of the Orochi clan except Ouka believed that he was a lost cause. For her violent rejection of the clan head and her father’s verdict, she was tied up and made to witness her beloved’s execution.
  
  For a long time she spent her days and weeks and months in confinement, heedless of what was happening outside. She knew only through bits and pieces of those who were still sharing a conversation or two with her that there was great unrest. The DWMA’s East Asia Branch had finally turned their eyes to the clan’s underground activities, namely their indiscriminate hunting of all witches and non-humans. Heads would roll, her sister said gravely. But whether only a few would have to be scapegoated so the clan could live on under the Far East Branch’s leash, or that disaster would befall every single one of them, no one could tell.
  
  Sometime after, there had been a war, or something more like a hopeless struggle. Ouka could not tell. The outside world might as well have ceased to exist to her. Yet she was still lucid enough to know that blood would flow. The outsiders could not understand it, they scorn the weapon clan’s ruthless methods, for they were bound by ties no stronger than earthly reason, for profits or a flimsy order. Weak humans would go to the end of their lifeline turning away from ugly truths, choosing what is comfortable and agreeable before everything else. Only those who were bound by familial ties, united by ideals larger than life and a duty beyond morality could preserve humanity in the direst of times, and, in others, direct it. Such thoughts might have proved a foundation to steel Ouka for what to come, even if the basis for those beliefs had long been eroded by an ache sounding deeper than her deepest roots. But in the end they did not save her from the shock of being rescued from her prison by strangers, of learning every single person of her family had been slaughtered, and seeing the lifeless body of her sister who had thought to free her in the chaos of the final battle only to be struck down in the act.
  
  She was allowed to live. The unscrupulous methods the Far East branch employed to wipe out the Orochi who refused to surrender, though necessary, were not popular with the locals and other groups. They needed a figure to placate such groups, namely a family member who had been indignant with her family’s wrongdoings and rebelled against them, only to be confined against her will and the laws. A living symbol of how the clan could have been if they had shared the same vision with the DWMA, and none of the outdated teachings. Internally, investigation and observation were set up to ensure the girl indeed would be compliant. And why wouldn’t she be? She had nowhere left to go. No family. No friends. No future prospects. With them she was offered a chance to pursue the goal she was raised with: to eliminate all threats to humanity, even if she would have to tolerate the inhuman individuals the DWMA was happily and foolishly working with.
  
  A partner was assigned her. Her second and no doubt last, she knew, for her sanity would not survive another meister being consumed by madness. For at least once she had been tempted to hasten the process.
  
  
  
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  Mild-mannered, soft-spoken and tactful, Ouka is a lady of good upbringing. She wields words and body language to subtle effects and is attentive to the actions and needs of others around her. All this points to an agreeable yes-woman who lives to make others comfortable. In truth her training is only enough to mask the fiery temper of an opinionated young girl who has seen her fair share of suffering and losses. She hated violently and loved desperately. But now she is at a loss. All that she once loved has been destroyed, and all that she hates only further drains her. She numbers her days, knowing that she holds within herself the ability to shorten the rest of her colorless future.
  
  
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  Yinyang soul
  Yinyang soul. Resembling a taijitu, this soul exists in a state of flux, constantly fluctuating between madness and purity, and does not dwell long in either extreme. This soul recovers faster from the grasp of madness and is difficult to be completely corrupted. Outside of killing and consuming innocent Human Souls or the presence of a Kishin, it is nigh-impossible to drive this soul-type to corruption. Demon Weapons born with this soul-type are almost always Shift Weapons.
  
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  Resonance Techniques:
  
  - Shift Weapon: Ouka is a Shift Weapon with her forms being that of a Gohei and that of a Naginata. While Ouka can technically shift at will to either form, changing into her Naginata form without a Meister possessing Madness of their own would result in her Yin Wavelength destroying the balance of her Yinyang Soul. Thus, to utilize her Naginata form effectively, Ouka requires a Meister to provide their Madness Wavelength and subsequently be able to control it.
  
  - Yin Wavelength : Accessible only in her Gohei form, the Yin Wavelength of the Orochi Clan can suppress a Madness Wavelength in an area and cleanse it from an individual, so long as they are not corrupted. It can be used to further weaken certain Madness-related abilities or magic. Other souls in the presence of a Yin Wavelength may also be calmed emotionally or withdrawn from extremely strong emotions. These effects are comparable to but in general weaker than a Healing Wavelength. However, should the Meister currently wielding Ouka possess their own Madness Wavelength, Ouka can consume that Madness as a fuel source to enhance the intensity of the Yin Wavelength and all of its related effects.
  
  - Yang Wavelength: Accessible only in her Naginata form, the Yang Wavelength of the Orochi Clan combines with a Madness Wavelength to amplify all wavelength-based abilities, including Resonance. This ability triggers the fight or flight response of any Meister, can numb them to pain, and allows for adrenaline to pour through the body of the Meister. In general, a Meister will have their peak strength and physical fitness during this time at all times before the benefits from their enhanced wavelength are even considered. Without a considerable amount of mental fortitude and self-control, a Meister may devolve into fighting anything they see as if it were an enemy, or worse, give in entirely to their Madness and become an irredeemably Corrupted Soul. Even with considerable mental fortitude, repeated uses of the Yang Wavelength in full can result in a soul becoming unstable and corrupting soon after. Members of the Orochi Clan are not entirely immune to this corruption as after several Meisters have been corrupted, the Yinyang Soul is thrown out of balance and soon becomes corrupted.