Italics are for mages only, bold for mech pilots alone.
Name:
Military codename: (You don’t get to pick this, you’ll pick it up along the way)
Gender:
Age: (Note, at least during episode 1, you’re a rookie. You can be an older volunteer, but the military academy does not accept students under the age of 16)
Appearance:
Personality:
Biography:
Military Job: Mage or Pilot
Magic: See the section titled “Magic and You”.
Spirit Name: See the section titled “Spirit Soldiers”.
Spirit Appearance: Just, essentially, what your familiar spirit looks like.
Spirit Power: What your spirit does when activated.
Spirit Origin: Is this the guardian soul of your family's farm? Some magic creature you made a deal with? How did you come to obtain your spirit?
Mech: The name of your mech goes here, but you also need to fill out the mech profile below.
Extra: Anything else?

Name:
Classification: Mechs generally fall into one of three archetypes: Hammer, Sword, and Epée. Hammer type mechs are slow, huge, heavy hitters, many times some variety of construction armor adapted to combat usage. Sword mechs are lighter and faster, focused on a balance of speed and ability to do damage. Epée class armor is the lightest and least damage resistant, but generally far faster than either of the other classes and far harder to master. This blank is generally more a matter of GM convenience than an absolute seal on what type of powers the mech has.
Appearance: Fairly obvious, but if spirit activation changes how the mech looks in any way you need to add it here. You’re all rookies, so the mechs tend to look moderately cookie-cutter: they’re humanoid and look somewhat like armor. Classification and personal preference can change the details, like color and relative bulk, somewhat.
Weapons:
Upgrades: What have you changed about the mech since its creation? If you’re making a new char, leave this blank.
History: What was your mech originally, how did your character get it… If those are of interest, explain them here.

Let’s talk about what mechs are.

For decades, robotic suits have been the staple of menial labor in Erenduil. Sure, a combine harvester might be better at harvesting than a humanoid mech, but mechs are more adaptable than their specialized counterparts. Whether you need a ditch dug, large equipment moved quickly from one place to another, or your moisture gatherers emptied and returned before the sun goes down, a mech has long been the safe, reliable bet. There have been some experiments with alternative power sources (notably a massive failure of one with carbon burning), but practically all mechs are powered by a focusing core immediately behind the cockpit. The core gathers ambient magic from the environment around it, using its ability to suspend physical laws to create energy from nothing. The practical upshot? The glowing, humming, donut shaped device placed in a heavily armored compartment in every mech powers all of the devices in the suit using local magic, and protects it from solely magic based attacks.

Put too much strain on the Core, however, and it will cease to function—or, heaven forbid, explode—putting you up the creek without a paddle. Cores do wear out from time to time, as well, and completely nullify the abilities of any mage attempting to pilot the mech they’re installed in by draining the magic from them.

TL;DR: Don’t let the shiny donut sitting behind you get exploded.

As far as weaponry goes, the designers of the baseline mech implements of war have a taste for the medieval. Swords, shields and spears are common, allowing the pilot to take full advantage of the brutal physical ability of the suit to smash their enemies. Bows aren’t rare, taking either the form of a focusing instrument that channels the gathered power of the mech’s Core into a bolt of magic energy, or of a railgun-like device that fires massive custom arrows at high speeds. The finicky nature of magic delayed the development of automatic firearms on a mech scale for some time, but they’re now somewhat practical, though the rapid rate of fire puts a heavy drain on the Core and necessitates a cooldown time.

Overall levels of tech are high (think roughly on the level of Mass Effect minus spaceflight and with magic instead of eezo), but not all weapons and technology are adapted to mechs. Mech size ranges from 30-40 feet tall (~9-12 meters for everyone but Americans). They’re fairly tough, but a mech will survive much longer against magic based attacks than physical—a few heavy hits close together from another mech and the circuitry nearby will start to fizzle.

All mechs only have one spirit slot.

Magic, essentially, is a force that allows the laws of ordinary physics to be suspended and the fantastic occur. It allows pyromancers to cause spontaneous combustion, a KAD mech to move with power far beyond that of its pilot, and a healer to kick the body’s systems up a notch and cure wounds much more quickly. Most humans have no ability to manipulate it at all—in fact, the only species to reliably produce mages are the demons—but some are capable of interacting with it on a higher level. Most adepts have had some manner of technological focusing devices surgically implanted into their body, amping up their powers and cutting down on the amount of meditative focus required to cast spells. Before the advent of mechs, mages were the supersoldiers of the King’s Army, able to do things far beyond an ordinary warrior armed with a simple laser sword and focusing bow. With mechs making foot soldiers capable of going toe to toe with a mage and winning handily, they’re fading from usefulness—but they still bring a delicacy to missions mechs cannot. What magic’s effects are and its triggers can vary from mage to mage, but all mages fit into one of three categories: Psionic, Verbal, and Somatic.

Somatic: Somatic mages must be able to move to cast spells. Benders in Avatar or the Legend of Korra would be a fine example of a somatic mage, and somatic mages do in fact usually have some manner of practiced fighting style that goes with their casting. Any kind of binding will generally block a somatic mage’s abilities, but their magic is linked to implants in the reflex section of their brain, meaning they can cast reflex spells at reaction time speeds instead of having to consciously think of them.

Verbal: For a verbal mage, spellcasting is all about words. Generally, ordinary Erenduilian (OOC: English) words, arranged in such a way that they allow the caster to focus spells. A more powerful spell usually requires longer and more complicated statements to successfully complete. If a verbal mage is silenced, their spells will fail. Verbal casters are a good mix of power, some of the spontaneity of a somatic and the difficulty of stopping that a psionic caster brings to the table.

Psionic: No words or motions are required for a psionic mage. They cast entirely through thought, the only requirement of a successful spell being a concentrated, complete thought run through their mind and directed at a target. However, since they only cast through sheer force of will and have no focusing device to speak of other than implants, a psionic mage is woefully underpowered compared to somatic and verbal mages, and anything that breaks their focus will shatter their spell.

Though mages generally have a familiar spirit, spirits are far more applicable and varied in the world of mech pilots. Spirits are usually small creatures, around the size of a small dog, and generally grant a pilot one, specific, battle-shifting power. Most have some sentimental value to the owner, whether they’re the guardian of a person’s home or an animated family keepsake. It’s ironic that, at the height of technology, some of the greatest aid comes from the fury of the earth itself. Powers can range from a short, berserker power boost like that of Erikal Slin’s Overdrive, or a long term, slow autorepair of mech systems. Most are fairly weak, but so little is understood about them that they may yet reveal abilities unknown.

A note on combining and transforming mechs: In order to combine or transform, a mech MUST have a spirit capable of sustaining the alteration through magical input, thus consuming a spirit slot.

Name: Erikal Slin
Military codename: Iron Commander
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Appearance:


A tall, dark haired man, Erikal has the look of a lifelong farmer. His skin is tan and rough from the sun and wind, his large hands callused with a half lifetime of work. His frame carries obvious power, his wiry muscles usually apparent to even the casual observer. His green eyes stare out from a face that was just beginning to show its first laugh lines before the war, but now his brow is increasingly furrowed with worry.
Personality: Dutiful, loyal, and protective to the last, Erikal’s sense of honor and willingness to protect his family inspired the creation of the entire King’s Armor Division, and Erikal has remained mostly unchanged since. His commandership of KAD has taken its toll on him, and he’s usually very weary—but unlike even his subordinates, Erikal is almost always willing to talk to trainees, when he's not a sleeping-man walking.

However, don't expect him to be friendly and welcoming with open arms to everyone who meets him. He's gruff and bristly at best, mostly due to stress, and talks as concisely as possible. He's not one for speeches, nor for long discussion. Get to the point fast or he needs to move on.
Biography: Born an ordinary farmboy, Erikal grew up normal enough, learning how to pilot the Reaper-class mech that became the Subtle Blade from an early age. Nothing that special happened, apart from his marriage at age 18 and the birth of his first and only child (named Talia) when he was 20. When the demon nation attacked, however, Erikal's life was turned upside down. Surrounded by the forces of the demonic armies, his farm burning and the only thing standing between his home and the hordes a few more acres of farmland, Erikal leapt into his oldest possession--the old Reaper class mech, its controls as worn and as familiar to him as the rail leading up his stairs. Called by his rage and drive for protection, Overdrive appeared, amplifying the mech's worn out circuits and allowing Erikal to fight longer and harder against foes that otherwise would have drastically outmatched him. Hours after the last mech fell, Erikal was finally hauled out of the burnt out suit he'd used, to be hailed as a hero to Erenduil. Now, a few years and countless battles later, Erikal Slin is overseeing the Institute, as a teacher to the students there and as field general to the Armor Division as a whole.
Military Job: Commander of KAD, Overseer of the MCI.
Magic: None applicable.
Spirit Name: Overdrive
Spirit Appearance: Overdrive is a small, wolflike creature that looks pretty much like a normal artic wolf... Apart from the fact that it has eight legs and blue runes running down its spine. It exudes an earthy aura, almost as if you're standing in a freshly tilled field whenever you're near it.
Spirit Power: As long as Overdrive is active, the Subtle Blade becomes massively strong and durable, almost as if in a berserker rage. The power surges caused by activation damage the Blade's more delicate circuitry, however, burning it out if the state remains active for too long.
Spirit Origin: Unlike many spirits, Overdrive isn't so hard to trace back--it's always been around, in some form or another, in the farm Erikal and his family have tended for generations, deriving its existence from the care put into the earth there. It was called into physical form by Erikal's desire to save his family and land, and it has aided him ever since.
Mech: The Subtle Blade
Extra: I'm a GM, dang it.

Mech profile:

Name: Subtle Blade
Classification: Sword
Appearance:

Small for a mech and still with the distinct influence of the reaping machine it originally was, the Subtle Blade does not look like the vehicle of a military commander. Short and with a low center of gravity, the Blade’s small size belies its strength and speed, the best that the King’s engineers and mages could create. The Blade’s squat form has been painted black in an attempt to cover the rust, its control runes glowing green and purple against the night-like background. When Overdrive is activated, Subtle Blade appears to grow in bulk, its control runes glowing with blinding light.
Weapons: The Subtle Blade’s original scythe has been replaced with a pair of black longswords, though Erikal ordinarily relies on his hand-to-hand grappling skills and fists to combat the demon hordes. As far as range weapons go, a longbow shaped focusing apparatus is always slung across the mech's back, capable of firing concentrated blasts of freezing magic. It seldom leaves its holster.
Upgrades: None since the beginning.
History: The Blade's history is too long and boring to be detailed in total here. Since being burned out in Erikal's first battle, the Blade has been refurbished, no doubt to stand in a museum or be used in propaganda. Imagine the surprise of the engineers when they discovered Erikal wanted it back. It has served in many successful missions since, though it still looks to be the ugly stepchild next to the gleaming mechs of the Armor Division.

Name: Sophia Victoria Pax

Military codename: (TBD)

Gender: Female

Age: 21

Appearance:


Sophia is 5 foot 5 inches tall and will not admit her weight for vanity reasons. SHe has dark brown hair bordering on black. She often dyes her hair to reach a true black. Her eyes are a deep brown that seem to perfectly convey her confidence. She makes sure she always wears a military uniform whenever she is on duty. She has to have her uniform to the regulations and then some. Appearances are everything. When off work, she will likely to be seen wearing more formal attire.

Personality: Sophia is very cold and distant person. She likes to keep to herself and is very slow to warm to new people. Unless she feels the need, she will never introduce herself first. She is a stickler for rules and regulations. She has basically read every technical manual, field manual, and regulation book she could get her hands on. She spends most of her time off duty studying. Because of all this, she is typically disliked and seen as cold, rude bookworm. Fortunately for her, she knows better. She is highly motivated, and her quest for perfection drives her to be efficient in her work. Sophia strives to be an ideal soldier. Failure is not an option. She careful when making friends but keeps those she befriends close.

Biography: Sophia was born to a proud noble family. The House of Pax has owns a large estate in the northern province of the kingdom. While they first gained renounced as a proud military power, the House of Pax now is only clinging to power because of the vast wealth they possess. Sophia was born as the sole daughter to the head of the family. She was raised, educated, and conditioned to be a proper noble lady. She excelled in schooling and her training. The strict structure of her early childhood and teen years has left a major impression on her psyche. She never had a rebellious streak until after high school, her parents sent her to a college in the capital. She was sent to study politics and the humanities.

Everything was going according to the plan, until the demon nation attacked. The news reached Sophia and her world shattered. She had been doing well in her studies, but she had not passion for them. She was doing what her family wanted and she had always done that. The only reason why she was even getting an education was so she could be a more valuable bargaining chip to marry off for the glory of the family. With this new threat to the kingdom, Sophia felt she needed to do something. For the first time in her brief life, she rebelled against her family. She signed up for military. She enlisted to Mecha Carta Institute.

Military Job: Pilot

Magic: Sophia does not know magic or if she does, she does not know it.

Spirit Name: Lord Alexander Richard Caesar, or Arc
Spirit Appearance: A black Raven
Spirit Power: When Arc merges with the mech suit, the suit gains a slow auto repair ability which could repair the armor or replenish the ammunition for the cannon or rockets. It is a slow process naturally and the spirit has to chose what it needs to repair. It could focus on armor or ammo but not both.
Spirit Origin: When Sophia first decided to defy her family's wishes, she took a long walk around the Capital city and the surrounding country side. While alone on the side of a dirt road, she met her spirit. It approached her for reasons she still does not fully understand. It was right after she had reached the dire decision to enlist in the service of the king. It never said what its name was or what it wanted. It just sat and watched. Sophia knew it when she saw it. It was as if she had known it all her life. It has followed her ever since that time. Unknown to her at the time, this raven had been a patron spirit for her family going back for generations. It had not been witnessed by the family since they stopped serving in the military.

Mech: X-61 Black Phoenix

Extra: Steel Salvation, or Steal Salvation. Both are epic sounding.

Name: X-61 Black Phoenix

Classification: Hammer

Appearance: This mech stands a mighty 40 feet tall and is armored heavily to take a beating. The mech is Primarily Black and red in color. White is a accent color. These are the colors of the House of Pax. It even bears the Crest of the House of Pax on the mech's right shoulder.

Weapons: The mech carries a total of 8 short range high explosive rockets. They are stored on the mech's shoulders, four per. These rockets fly in generally straight lines when fired. On the mech's left forearm, a 40 mm cannon in mounted in a way to still allow use of its left hand. It automatically reloads mechanically, however there is a time delay between shots. The auto loader has a clip of 15 shells. This mech suit is equipped with two melee weapons. There is one long sword and one warhammer. A long sword is stored on the right hip while the warhammer is on the left. Both are one handed melee weapons.

Upgrades: currently none

History: Before breaking ties with the wishes of her family, She took money she would have used to continue her education and borrowed money from her father. She used that money to buy a basic mech suit. She got her mech and used it to guarantee that she would get sent to Mecha Carta Institute once enlisting. Weapons were supplied by the Institute.

Name: Catherine ‘Kat’ Talford
Callsign: TBD
Gender: Care to make a guess?
Age: 45
Job: Pilot/Combat engineer

Appearance:
Kat spent most of her life fighting, on the road or in a workshop. Her body is the ideal build for working machines, being rather slim and small, able to fit and reach where she needs to during a maintenance. As far as fitness goes, she is strong enough to tighten all of the screws she needs to and move around canisters of POL, but won’t be knocking the lights out of anyone.

Her face seems worn out by her years, a bit rugged and wrinkled. Catherine dyes her hair a silver color and if you combine the two she looks older than she actually is. She wears quite a short cut to fit under a helmet, with her hair barely reaching under her ears. The woman’s dark green eyes contrast with her skin and fair hair.

While in action she wears a combat jumpsuit of black color, made with protective padding and plates, as well as a helmet with tactical visor. On the base she changes to orange overalls of the maintenance crews. In her downtime she prefers comfortable clothing, like sneakers and sweatpants.

Biography:
As a farm girl, Kat was no stranger to manual labor from the get go. However, the tools and especially the tractor always attracted her attention more than the soil or the crops. She was able to disassemble the engine for maintenance and putting it back together in working order at the age of 12. It came to no surprise that her teachers recommended her for a technical university.

Unfortunately for Kat, the only university that didn’t require her to pay tuition fees her parents simply didn’t have was the military academy. Thus, she was bound for two years of service after graduation. fortunately for her not much happened during those two years and she spent most of her time training and keeping her abilities sharp.

The military life wasn’t for her though, and soon after leaving she found herself running around with a mercenary band, keeping their vehicles in working order and acting as a gunner for their SPG. The band got a bit of name for it, and attracted the eye of the military. All were asked to join the new institute, and initially all declined. But when the recruiting officer started sweetening the deals, Kat couldn’t resist the lure of being a test pilot and getting her hands on new gear before it even hit the shelves.

Personality:
The wrench wench. Everything in Kat’s world has an analogy in something mechanical, and if you want to explain something to her, that is your best approach. Her head is good for technical stuff and little else. It does her well in card games though, which are her favorite past time other than ‘more work’.

She is a little bit worse off as far as common sense goes, coming off as a bit stupid in the general, day-to-day business, and with her enthusiasm about any given piece of tech a bit as an overgrown kid that loves legos.

She is friendly enough not to care that she’s one of the oldest ‘cadets’, knowing she has actual experience behind her skills rather than maybe a fancy noble name. Kat doesn’t usually initiate conversations, most often too busy being elbow deep in grease, but if one finds her with anything, she will not shy away and talk or help.

Skills:
Indirect fire - Specializing in piloting support vehicles and weapons, Catherine is capable of calculating the ballistic trajectories for providing indirect fire support, rather than a direct fire gunner with knowledge and aim for weakspots. She prefers area effect weapons.

Mechanic - Spending most of her waking days doing machine maintenance, she can repair most gear, from mechanical through hydraulic to electronic.

Combat engineer - A part of her role is clearing obstacles and building infrastructure for the force, like tearing down and building bridges.

Basic medical training - Something she picked up on her own in the support role, she can provide basic medical aid to other pilots alongside repairs she makes to their vehicles, like stitching up lacerations. For anything including and above broken bones though, one is better to see a medic.

Extra:
Steel salvation, Steal salvation or Steel salivation - the possibilities are endless.

Spirit name: Big Fucking Wrench, BFW for short

Spirit appearance: Big fucking wrench, one that you would use to tension tracks or other heavy duty stuff.

Spirit power: Repairing the systems of a targeted mech. Only usable on a vehicle that is not in active combat. Usually a pilot with a damaged mech will retreat to Kat’s position further behind the line, get fixed up and return to battle rather than having to return to base or continue the fight with damaged mech.

Spirit origin: BFW is an item that grown close to Kat’s heart, both as a working tool and as a thing to whack a-holes with. It was a keepsake from her early years, pretty much the only tool from that time that is still with her today, mostly due to having little on it that could break. At some point in time, the item become home to exhibit magical properties, electronic equipment that has been damaged miraculously coming online again in its vicinity. Having it examined, Kat was told that a spirit has made it’s home in the tool, but since it is an inanimate object, not much more could be found out about it other than its affinity for fixing electronics.

Mech name: Colossus

Class: Epée / Support

Appearance:
The Colossus is a second-line and covert-ops mech, sacrificing armor protection for greatly increased mobility. As such it is rather deviating from the humanoid shape of most mechs.

The legs are completely redesigned, being reverse jointed and featuring a “mercedes star” shaped feet for added stability with a central track for movement on paved roads and quick, skate-like turns. They feature additional hydraulics that help free up stuck mechs or haul broken ones back to base for repairs. Their parts are in an off-axis configuration, allowing the ‘thigh’ and ‘shin’ to fold next to each other completely and thus step over larger obstacles than common designs or lower the Mech for easier embarkation or to duck behind smaller cover.

The cockpit is a two-seater with climate control, allowing for the pilot of a serviced mech to rest up and refresh. It is, however, rather large target and due to its size does not come with any ejection system. It takes up most of the frontal torso.

The Colossus has two arms, however they bear no weaponry. they are more akin to robotic manipulators on an assembly line, one ending with a welding tool and the other with a manipulating claw.

The core is mounted behind the upper pilot seat, and behind the copilot is a small cargo bay that can be used to carry spare parts or for additional, mission specific equipment.

Weapons and tools:
The Colossus specializes in indirect fire from behind the front lines. As such, all of its weaponry is mounted on it’s backside to fire in high arcs. The primary weapon is a lightweight artillery cannon mounted over the right shoulder.

The secondaries are both missile weapons, a shoulder mounted cruise missile launcher and two rocket pods in between the heavier weapons.

The ammunition capacity is rather low, necessitating a careful planning for the mission loadout. In prolonged engagements, the Colossus is fast enough to return to base to resupply, however with the logistics mechs coming to service alongside it, its time during calm periods in battle is better spent repairing the combat mechs or ranging for the next part of the operation.

Upgrades:
[ - ] Prototype: As an untested piece of garbage technology, the systems of the Colossus may be prone to breaking and other malfunction.
[ + ] ???

History:
The new force was presented with the challenge of not only putting mainline fighting machines on the battlefield, but also with keeping them operational and supplied. The Colossus is one of the prototypes for the new line of support mechs designed with their role in mind rather than through modifying an existing frame to suit the new purpose. As unproven equipment, it has been assigned to Mecha carta to undergo combat trials much like the new generation of pilots to find out if everything works as intended. The manufacturer requested that the Mechs are to be given to pilots with mechanical training who would be able to provide useful feedback on its performance and possible improvements.

"I am Jericho. Come if you must. But you will find that I refuse to crumble."

Name: Jericho Dylan Piper
Military codename: N/A
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Appearance:
Jericho stands no more than a hair over six feet, with about one hundred and sixty pounds of muscle providing a tough, athletic build. He has a light olive tan that brings out his casual, aloof good looks - a smooth jaw, sculpted, expressionless lips and big cider-colored eyes are framed by jagged black hair that is constantly pushed back or to the sides, where it takes on a wavier look.

Jericho dresses casually, but usually in black - t-shirts and jeans are usually worn with boots, along with one of several leather jackets that will keep eyes away from the fact that Seal Judgment seems permanently and symbiotically affixed to his arm. On the rare occasions that it is dispelled, the words "CRY HAVOC" in block caps are imposed on the back of his hand in golden ink.
Personality: Jericho is calm and composed at most times, his strongest form of negative emotion or frustration generally emerging when it comes to Seal Judgment. Around people, he is polite but aloof, taking backseats in conversations even as he effortlessly assumes a command role on the battlefield. Not averse to a bit of fun, but he'll never show it even if he's having it. Confidence to a fault is his greatest weakness, along with a stubborn tendency that isn't exactly offset by Seal Judgment - if anything, it's actually encouraged, begging the question of whether his Spirit fuels his steadfast and smooth tendencies or if it just quietly manipulates it into a path that it sees fit for their well-being.
Biography: Born to a semi-successful family of merchants to the south, Jericho grew with a talent for sales but no desire to do it. Rather, he wanted to put his quiet, confident charm and tactical know-how into something he knew he was meant to do - working with others from a cockpit, not from behind a booth somewhere. His parents, however, refused to let their son - even the second of three, who was not assured a particularly valuable place in the Piper family operations - give away his life with a Core at his back. It was only an attack close to home that Jericho refused to flee from that introduced him to both Cry Havoc and Seal Judgment. Jericho's return home, at the tender age of fifteen with a unique, ancient Spirit and a mech he had proven adept with, caused his parents to quietly acquiesce and disown him as politely as possible. Jericho, unable to volunteer with the KAD for another year, decided to work as a soldier of fortune for twelve months - and took to it so warmly that he continued on for another ten months after that. A close call in which bare fists and Seal Judgment nearly weren't enough to keep him from being gutted jogged the memory of his original intent, and Jericho enrolled as a member of the first class at MCI.
Military Job: Pilot
Mech: Cry Havoc

"And he had in his right hand seven stars: and out of his mouth went a sharp two-edged sword: and his countenance was as the sun shineth in his strength. And when I saw him, I fell at his feet as dead."

Spirit Name: Seal Judgment
Spirit Appearance: Judgment manifests as a gauntlet of sheer, malleable black material, as flexible and light as gallium at room temperature. Only the creases in the metal, as well as its instant hardening at any touch but Jericho's, hint that it is not a particularly well-designed prosthetic. When hardened, however, the creases begin to resemble some sort of labyrinthine path to the center of Jericho's palm; the gauntlet also lengthens from his wrist up to almost his elbow, revealing seven ornate patterns that trace up the inside of his arm, spaced out in intervals. When Judgment is active, the first of these emits a white hot glow that soaks into the creases, giving the glove a monochrome, striped appearance. Whether the other six provide similar transformations is unknown.
Spirit Power: Seal Judgment's power is twofold - emitting a blinding white flash of heat that disorients an opponent for twenty seconds. When the twenty first second comes, the heat can be pooled together into one source that Jericho chooses - Judgment has been known to cause targets to spontaneously combust over the course of its existence, but Jericho usually deigns to use it to power Vendetta's fire magic to new heights.
Spirit Origin: Seal Judgment has preyed on many a host over the centuries, catalogued inside obscure texts in a manner unique to most Spirits. Where others bond to families or spits of land, Seal Judgment is by all accounts a wanton entity, seeking out hosts and rejecting them after a brief period of time. It will then lay dormant for decades, as if disappointed in its current crop of heralds, before attempting to choose another. It would appear that none has scratched even the surface of the gauntlet's secrets or powers. Jericho Piper is but the latest in the centuries-long procession of the gauntlet's hosts; it bonded itself to the youth a year and a half ago, after Jericho fended off a demonic attack in a local construction area. The diggers had come perilously close to unearthing Judgment, and after watching the young man's combat prowess in action Judgment bonded itself to Jericho and helped him push the fight into his favor. Though it has served him ably in the interim, and continues to do so after enrollment into Mecha Carta, Jericho's research into the gauntlet has wielded little, and the time it allots him to uncover more of its mysteries is dwindling by the day.

"A man of courage never needs weapons, but he may need bail."

Name: CCA-001 MCI-spec "Cry Havoc"
Classification: Sword-class
Appearance: Cry Havoc is ten meters tall and bulky for its class, as befits a mech formerly used for construction efforts. Though it maintains most of the speed of a Sword, some of the old brute reliability of the base CCA-001 remains in Havoc, giving it a burly, swaggering appearance as it walks that contrasts with the aloof, controlled pilot in her cockpit. Havoc is painted with a warm dark blue, flecked and accented with gold. Its name and designation are painted on opposite sides, underneath the arms, along with a hand-sprayed replica of a great walled city in the palm of Seal Judgment in lieu of Jericho's name. When Seal Judgment is activated by Jericho, the mech's fingers become pointed and talon-like, and a crown-like apparatus extends from the top of Cry Havoc's rounded head.
Weapons:

• Vendetta: Havoc's cutlass, capable of utilizing fire magic and Jericho's gauntlet to superheat to up to 3000 Kelvin. Generally wielded in Havoc's right hand (corresponding to the hand where her pilot utilizes Seal Judgment) to make room for...
• Riscatto: Havoc's shotgun, generally slung over the shoulder and capable of firing a volley of magic capable of devastating a small crowd. (Think .30-06 rounds) This weapon is secondary, or generally used on human opponents; Vendetta's heat and Jericho's skill with a sword is utilized in conjunction with Seal Judgment against any would-be demons. Though his Spirit can also be used to power up Riscatto, the heat blasts prove less effective when channeled from a gun - and, indeed, can even damage the weapon itself.

Upgrades: None.
History: Havoc began life as an unassuming construction mech manned to assist with digging and lifting beams. Manned by Jericho as he walked near a half-renovated diner under attack by demons, he petitioned to keep it and emancipated himself from home, first maneuvering in the mech as a boxer would with the added x-factor of Seal Judgment. As time went on, this technique proved more and more hazardous to Jericho, and upon enrollment in Mecha Carta Institute, he went about ordering a pair of weapons that alleviated his problems with range, and overhauled the mech from the Core up to make it uniquely his.
Extra: Steel Salvation

Name: Johnathan Victoris Centuria

Military codename: TBD

Gender:Male

Age: 16

Appearance: Jet black hair, dull red eyes, 6' 0'', evidently physically fit, noticeably tanned skin

Personality: Quiet and reserved, even guarded at times. Consistently has a sense of competency about him. Holds himself to high standards.

Biography: Product of the well regarded late Centuria family, a clan that contained a rich history of excellent and humble warriors participating heavily in most of history's known wars. Incredibly influential and extensively rich, after each war they would return to work the land as farmers and landowners. This lull in history for generations allowed for them to be caught off guard, and being rural at the outermost edge of the kingdom's green belts they were among the first of many valued targets utterly destroyed by the demon hordes.

The family's villa burned to the ground, and all but John was known to have survived. Desperate and broken he took to the farm's closest defensive measure available, the lightweight and dexterous CX-66. Knowing that he was in no condition to fight, John salvaged what he could from his home and hastily retreated.

The stalemate achieved later, the villa's property was reclaimed and remained dangerously close to the ever changing frontlines. John contacted some close aquaintances of his family name and contracted with the military, as many other wealthy families were doing, allowing him to receive any recovered items from the wreckage and promising a generous donation of funds to the state, provided they were used to military purposes.

A small bundle of many inheritance letters later, as well as a small fortune magically sealed in the pantry for emergencies, MCI opened enrollment. Relieved to find something else to do with his time other than live rich in the cities, he paid his tuition and set up avenues for his continual procedings with the military contracting while attending there.

Military Job: Pilot

Magic: Nothing beyond elbow grease and sheer dumb luck.

Spirit Name: Lone Wolf

Spirit Appearance: A Grey Wolf, size and age are dependent on John's attitude.

Spirit Power: Increases reaction time, overall speed, and damage potential of Johnathan and his MECH. May possibly cause recklessness in the user.

Spirit Origin: Lone Wolf is one of the many spirits that have, for lack of a better term, stuck to the Centuria bloodline. The Lone Wolf in particular was considered unfavorable amongst fellow members, often thought to symbolize unwillingness or ineptitude in team working endeavors that were considered essential for modern warfare.

Mech: CX-66 "Stryd"

Extra: Steel Salvation, or Steal Salvation. Steel Salivation, or Steal Salivation ... ew.

Name: CX-66 "Stryd"

Classification: Epée

Weapons: One handed longsword sheathed along the back of the MECH, the hilt poised over and behind its right shoulder.
One shortbow capable of launching with enough force to damage enemy MECHs in proportion to their fleshier counterparts, compacted into a
small package on the rear hips of the MECH. The arrows located in a shaft stored inside the right thigh of the MECH which opens outward
into a quiver.

"...If you ARE engaged, do not be HIT..."

The entire left arm of the CX-66 is a Varied Tactical Interface (VTI). This contains multiple forms of countermeasures,
smokescreens and devices capable of changing the dynamic of a battle - if used correctly.
Such as: colored smoke, IR smoke, IR flares, ECM jammers, APS, stationary PD systems, etc.

Upgrades: N/A

History: The CX-66 "Stryd" was a quick moving farmhand MECH commissioned and produced solely by and for the Centuria. In order to keep balance while moving at full speed in peacetime, whilst carrying an undetermined load, the CX-66 "Stryd" could "merge" the mass of a package of up to 1000 lbs into the composite plating surrounding its core without changing the actual weight of the machine, a process delicate enough, even through magic, to require a physical pattern holder to retrieve the package in its original state.

Name: Evangeline Sparr
Military codename: (You don’t get to pick this, you’ll pick it up along the way)
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Appearance:


Personality: Overall, pretty friendly. Inquisitive, especially when it comes to tech, but friendly. Well known in her social circles as generally being ‘one of the guys’, as happy to hang out as she is to tinker with machinery. If anyone’s going to know a machine inside and out, it’d be Evangeline. Her name, though, had thrown more than a few people for a loop; Evangeline being too much of a mouthful, and ‘Angie’ grating on her nerves, most people call her Evan. And given her preference for pilot suits and practical clothes, this has gotten a bit confusing for people who haven’t met her personally.
Biography: If someone asked you to name the profession where you’d work with the most MECHs, you’d tell them the KAD. You’d also be dead wrong. Anyone who’s ever lived in an agricultural town can tell you that you’ll find more MECHs than you could ever imagine in the local mechanic’s shop. Which is exactly where Evangeline grew up. Daughter of a MECH mechanic, she was surrounded by the machines the moment she came home. And when one small shop needs to service the largest agricultural hub in the area, life tends to exist in a constant state of “all hands on deck”. And that includes the smallest pair in the household. Her dad started her out with sorting pieces so he could find them easier, but as time went on, she started to be more and more involved. From sorting, to cataloguing, to ordering, to small patch jobs, and eventually to performing the same jobs her old man did. Between the two of them, folks used to say they could turn a scrapheap top of the line in a few days.

Evengeline was well into her teenage years, then, and didn’t really bother paying attention to much outside her work. Frankly she assumed that she would take over the shop when her father retired, like he did for his father, and him for his father. She went to school as much as she had to, did well in her classes, but it was never her focus. As far as she was concerned she learned all the skills she needed on the job. Well, except for one thing. Being a mechanic didn’t teach you much about magic, and for that reason, she couldn’t figure out the one mystery that always seemed beyond her reach. For as long as she could remember, she knew her house was haunted. Her father didn’t really believe her. Kids believe the strangest things, you know? House sure as hell wasn’t haunted before she was born, sure as hell wasn’t after. But nothing he said ever convinced his daughter. She knew that when she was sorting parts, sometimes she’d leave and find them in different piles. Or walk away from a job to help a customer, and find when she came back that the right tools for the job were on her table. Little things like that, but as she got older, they kept happening more and more frequently.

When she was little, it terrified her. That something was moving around unseen, changing her environment, but she never saw it. As she got older she started to notice that almost everything it did was helpful, and even though her dad didn’t believe her, she started calling it her “Friendly Neighborhood Assistant”. Once or twice, when she was sixteen, she could have sworn she saw it. A brief glimpse at something faint out of the corner of her eye. Mostly at night, however, were she really just attributed it to a dream or an optical illusion. It was never a big part of her life, mostly a curiosity. Like everything else, that changed three years ago.

Evangeline’s home was in rural Erenduil, it had to be for its purposes, and cut off from the rest of the kingdom’s support. A prime target for demon attacks. Naturally, they didn’t pass up the opportunity. Local armed forces pushed them back as best they could, but they simply didn’t have the manpower or the equipment. With each charge the demons pushed further and further into town. Three days into the attacks, they overran the town’s defenses and started banging down the door of her garage. Literally. Her house had been breached in minutes, but the garage was sturdier. Her family huddled inside, she desperately searched for something to reinforce the door, or hold off what was outside. And when she rounded a corner, she saw it for the first time. A pale blue shape, one of the only points of light in the dim quarters of the workshop. Completely still when she first saw it, but there was no mistake what it was. Or that, when it moved slowly over towards one of the pending repairs, the quiet whispers in her ears were beckoning. When it disappeared into the MECH, with the demons nearly through the door, she decided to take a chance.

The MECH started without too much difficulty, but it wasn’t finished. It had been a pet project, trying to piece together parts salvaged from other machines into something new, but it wasn’t entirely connected yet. So when the soft blue glow started tracing the skeletal structure, and the status lights started turning green one by one, Evangeline thought her eyes must have been deceiving her. They weren’t, which was fortunate, because the door came down a few seconds later.

And that was how the longest night of her life progressed. Doing battle with the demons at her door, falling back to fix her makeshift machine, and repeating the process. The ghost didn’t say anything more, but when she finally stopped the MECH at dawn the next day, she knew it was there. A look at her machine didn’t explain why it was working, though. When she looked again the next day, it was just as inoperable as before. She finished the assembly process, making sure it was ready when the demons came again, but it was a few days before she saw her ‘ghost’ again. She knew what it was, now. She just didn’t know where the Spirit came from, or why it seemed like it only ever appeared for her. But she could understand the whispers, now. They were clearer. It didn’t say much, she wasn’t sure she could really call it ‘speaking’ at all, but it helped her understand the basics of how it functioned. And just as importantly, its name.

Once the KAD was formed, and her home was safe, she started looking outside the shop for the first time. And soon enough she was packing up her MECH and heading towards Mecha Carta.
Military Job: Pilot
Spirit Name: United We Stand
Spirit Appearance: When visible, which isn’t all that often, United manifests as a largely amorphous cluster of ethereal substance. Sometimes it seems to take a shape, but never long enough to determine what it might be. It only ever seems to appear around Evangeline, but no one else ever seems to hear it.
Spirit Power: United We Stand merges MECH compatible technology into something greater than the sum of its parts.The Spirit provides the energy and effect, but it falls to Evangelin to bear the strain of keeping the combined whole together. Little things, like integrating an add-on equipment package, are easy. Something larger and more complex is significantly more difficult. United has hinted that it is possible to share the burden, but hasn’t offered much guidance on how or what conditions would have to be met. Due to the enigmatic nature of the ability, and Evangeline’s caution in testing it, she doesn’t yet know the extent of its abilities. She has, however, determined that it is affected by her mental and emotional state. The form that these additions take seems to vary from combination, meaning that while a specific set of additions will always take a certain form, changing even one piece might make something completely different.
Spirit Origin: Evangeline doesn’t know. She knows that it has been around since she was a little girl, unseen by everyone (including her), but no one ever encountered it before she was born. None of her family, who lived in that home for generations, ever noticed anything like it. Local history makes passing reference to a few Spirits, but none seem to match closely. United itself isn’t being too helpful, either. It gives vague ‘answers’, most of which amount to “it was time”. All Evan knows, and all she feels, is that it seems much older than she is.
Mech: Titan
Extra:

Name: Titan
Classification: Sword
Appearance: About thirty five feet tall, putting it roughly in the midrange for MECH heights, the Titan is a machine made up of hard, geometric edges. It eschews the more knight-like, curved appearance of the KAD’s more standard machines, instead opting for a MECH that resembles a cross between that knight of old and its mechanical nature. Its head is adorned by a leonine helm, with a green faux crystal covering sensors set into its forehead. A golden lion is painted on its shoulder, and its primary colors are blue and gray. The changes to it depends on the composite parts of United We Stand.
Weapons:
-Heat-Edged Longsword
-Chobham Armor Shield
-Carbine
-Shoulder-Mounted Long Range Cannon
Upgrades
History: The Titan began life as a cobbled together scrap parts machine made in Evan’s shop. After its use in combat, and being brought to the MCI, it has been continuously refined and upgraded from its base form.

Name: William Coil

Military codename:

Gender: Male

Age: 18

Appearance: 5' 10" Black hair and dark brown eyes that gleam with interest from behind holographic lenses. Has a very sturdy looking frame with surprisingly large muscles for his age. This is rather set at odds with the way he dresses though. Mechanical gadgets seem to be incorporated into every article of his clothing. His shoes have a hover function, his pants have about a million pockets filled with stuff. His belt has a dozen built in tools and his shirt can be used as a screen. William's greatcoat looks it is made out of brown leather, it also has something that looks suspiciously like electrically conductive material woven into it.

Personality: William is odd no two ways about it. He's energetic, not in a quirky bouncy way though. Driven might be the best way to descride his behavior. When he sets his sights on a goal he goes for it, sometimes sweeping people along in his wake as he does so.
William's odd side comes out when it the subject changes to technology. He can get a bit obsessed at times even to the point of ignoring certain safety precautions. More then once he has caused a mess in a lab or workshop while driving towards his desired result.

Biography: First son of the prestigious Coil family. The Coils are a bit of an oddity as sort of scientist novels. Gaining their titles generations ago for their contributions to the kingdom's scientific knowledge, the family continued to produce scientists and engineers with surprising regularity. Its a tradition that William has upheld. Completing tertiary education (which included a solid mage's course) at a late seventeen the young man still looking for a purpose in life fixed on the current struggle against the demon invasion. Seeing it as his best bet at directly helping against the invaders William enrolled in Mecha Carta's mage program.

Military Job: Mage

Magic: Somatic electromage. William is capable of controlling electricity through certain movements. Ranging from whole body movements for large strikes or simple movement of the fingers for more subtle and detailed spells. While in combat he normally channels his power through his weapon's various forms in order to allow them to deal damage to the much larger mecha.

Weapon: William has a very special weapon that he invented himself. Designed to allow him to perform (eventually) in just about any role on the battlefield, William's weapon is capable of transforming. It currently has only two modes, sword and railgun. However with enough time more modes can be added.

The sword can feed off of the user's mana to vibrate at high speed, allowing it to cut through metal. The railgun makes use of William's unique magic to create a powerful magnetic field capable of launching a projectile at highly destructive speeds.

Spirit Name: Why the Hades is my Armor Moving Armored Surprise

Spirit Appearance: Armored Surprise inhabits a suit of magitech armor. The outer plates look as if they are comprised of hundreds of small hexagon shapes, each one outlined in a pulsing blue. In it's basic form the armor looks almost like any other suit of armor you might see a knight wearing. If a bit more angular due to the way the plates fit together and with several bulky protrusions on the back where certain pieces of tech are attatched.

Spirit Power: Technically, Armored Surprise is capable of entering and controlling certain pieces of armor. Specifically ones that have been made for it to inhabit. In it's current form however, allows it to shapeshift between several modes, the hexagons making up it's shape allowing for easey shifts. It's main limitations come from the fact that it is required to maintain a solid form and that any extra abilities must be added through modular pieces of tech.

Its current module allows it to form a hoverbike.

Spirit Origin: Armored Surprise was an accidental creation of one of William's ancestors. Maybe...probably. Nobody is really sure but one of their guys was doing SCIENCE in his lab one day and suddenly a spirit jumped out of out one of his machines so that's the story their going with. Ever since then the spirit has stayed around as a sort of family guardian. When William announced his desire to go to MCI Armored Surprise was sent along to keep an eye on him.
Extra: Steel Salvation

Throughout history, the archetype of a hero is one of the most enduring and prominent. The upholder of justice, the defender of the weak. Shining examples of all the positive and joyful things of humanity. But throughout history, if you look at elite military forces, so many associate themselves with the skull, death, mystery, and shadows. The skull may well be the most repeated graffiti on military paraphernalia throughout history.



Sometimes, one draws on the strength of one’s closeness to death and darkness rather than one’s the joys of life and light. On the battlefield, Chimere Rapthela feels one seems so much closer at hand than the other. The ugly skull masked anonymity of death is sometimes as charismatic as a beautiful goddess’ face.

Name: Chimere Raphela
Military codename:
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Appearance: Chimere has the build of a lean, scavenging hunter, and her body language speaks of that as well. Her skin tone is a mulatto tone, and the fact that she self-identifies with that term tells you she’s not from America where such a term is an insult. Her dark hair is military cut and her eyes are a withdrawn brown. She has scarring on her neck and lower left cheek that looks fairly like something tried to maul her face off.
Personality: Chimere is civil, but withdrawn. She’ll behave herself, but you can tell at a glance she doesn't respect or trust anyone. Her civility is that of someone who feels if they make the first aggressive move, they will be pounced on by everyone else. A social dynamic built in environments where the weak band together to kill the strong. Of course, this is not that environment, and she’s currently very very confused about why everyone here is so happy and not waiting to kill her if she shows too much weakness or strength. The fact that she can just ask for water and she gets it and it’s no big deal is simply mindblowing to her. Likely going to be some culture shock moments approaching. School will likely be a harrowing new experience for her, more terrorizing than the battlefield.
Biography: Brought into the program from a refugee camp, fleeing from the frontlines of the demonic conflicts, Chimere’s past is likely a tragedy that will forever be off the history books, given how likely Chimere is to talk about it. It's likely where her personal abilities developed and how she stayed alive. Her magical abilities are instinctual and difficult to controllable, likely helping her survive. Of another note is that she has involves almost no schooling, so she will certainly be very lost and need help.

Magic: Somatic. So, you're probably wondering about that armor. Chimere has a complete lack of ranged, defensive, or stealth spells and initial testing proved she was useless at learning them. In a battlefield dominated by giant mechs and guns... This is baaaaad. Enough strength to cut through MECH armor does not help you if the shockwave and shrapnel from a shot landing five meters away blows your arm off and puncture your lungs. Fortunately, if there's anything Chimere does have, it's excessive raw force. Chimere's suit is a battlesuit, far smaller than a MECH, more like armor than a vehicle due to needing to facilitate her Somatic casting. It draws on her power, rather than ambient magic, to function, using technological systems to provide the ranged, defensive, and stealth abilities she needs. The raw brutal melee, she provides herself, fully capable of punching through weak points or joints in a MECH's armor. Chimere's battlesuit is equipped with so many weapons (six full sized blades, four combat knives, and two handguns) because the unstable output of her magic frequently exceeds the strength of her weapons. The primary downside of this suit is that extended operations exhaust Chimere, requiring other mechanized transport too and from battle. However, in return, the suit provides her a staunch defense, a cloaking device, magnetic boots, and an absorption field that slows other devices from absorbing her magic.

Extra: Steel Salvation, also, I'm aware the bio might be a little too special snowflakey. Tell me if it needs to be toned down a bit.

Name:
Rose Raventhorn

Military codename:
TBD

Gender:
Female

Age:
27

Appearance:
Rose has a small, meek frame. She would be unnoticeable if it wasn't for her cotton white hair, a genetic anomaly of her family. Her face is ghastly white, one might think she was sick if it wasn't for the soft, yet refined edges of her nearly always serious expression, tinged with a hint of gloom. She has an acute nose, with ivory lips an well kept brows. Her head is always adorned with a bonnet or hat in an attempt to hide her hair and face.

Resting upon her neck is a near permanent scarf, to hide the more permanent deformation; A jagged purple and black scar across her throat. Thick clothing drapes her silhouette of a body, and even with several layers of dress she is still paper thin. Gloves cover her hands in an attempt to hide her mangled fingers. Overall her appearance is quaint, the symbolism of her giving up her search for a suitor, leaving her as forgettable if it weren't for her unique figure and features.

Personality:


'......' : Rose

Rose is difficult to understand. Many find her intriguing from the heir of her family's history. Most find her eerie, bidding to keep their distance from the 'doll girl'. And more often than not she is found as annoying, leading to her being verbally bashed from her silence.

Overall Rose enjoy's acting as an observer, hoping to be forgotten until needed. She will stand idly by during instructions or a conversation, only being noticed when the group has disbanded, staring awkwardly into the mass of people. When it is time to communicate, she shyly uses one or two syllable mouth gestures, combined with minimal hand movements. This allows her to get her point across without too much social interaction.

Though meek, Rose has an explosive temper. While rarely angered, when teased about her lack of a love life (or any social life at all), or at the inclination of her failing at something, Rose become unstable, either breaking down if taunted by a group, or by an unstable, violent outburst (physically she is seldom successful, her bouts of power instability make her an environmental hazard).

Biography:
Growing up on a farm was tough, especially in a clan where she was expected to do great things. All of the females on Rose's mother's side of the family adorn a rare genetic defect; Nearly devoiding them of all physical pigment, but granting them the unique skill of amplified magic in the form of dimensional manipulation. This destined her mother, and her mother before her, et all to become great tools of the King. Saboteurs, assassins, the titles were as numerous as the lives saved by her ancestors service to the King. It was even rumored by her grandmother that once some members of her lineage had mastered their magic to the point that they could not only enter the void; they could exit at a different location and take others with them.

Most of what Rose knew from her family couldn't be discerned from truth or falsehood. What she was told was fleeting memories from her grandmother when she was a child. Other bits of information she grabbed from her family history book, stating her lineage had a great relation through 'serving the King' as 'special informants and loyalists'. The only direct line of information she received was from her mother, saying when she was 18, she would be sent off to a 'special school' that she may 'better serve her people'. All the stories ceased at the grim age of 14.

Out helping her father harvest the crops, Rose had a tragic accident with a combine. Leaving her a hideous scar across her throat, mangled hands and presumably mute, her life took a tragic turn for the worse. Though her hands mostly recovered, her mother refused to speak directly to her, calling her a 'disgrace', telling her that the only hope she'd ever have is to marry to a wealthy man. For the next 6 years, Rose did everything within her power to court a male, failing on every occasion.

By age 20 (the upper end of acceptable marriage age within her clan), she had given up hope, and had taken on the position of elder maid, caring for those who would soon come to pass in her family. For seven years she held this position until the burden became too much. One night during an argument with her irate mother, the pressure within Rose's mind began to build until something happened. Her expression went blank, and suddenly a rift appeared, engulfing a retaining wall near her home. Unknowing of this fact, her mother continued to berate her until the wall came unleashed through the rift, launching through one of the family barns, destroying the support pillars and killing the livestock inside.

Disgraced and cast out from her family, Rose wandered the neighboring villages, trying to figure out what had happened. Was this the power her grandmother had hinted at? Determined to find out more, she headed towards the signs for the King's Mecha Carta institute, eager to help refine her power and find a new calling in life.

Military Job:
Mage

Magic:
Flat-Space/3rd-Dimensional Pocketing Magic

In Rose's bloodline runs a unique form of magic, the key to her bloodline's success in the King's Royal Mage Corps before the advent of mechs. This form of magic allows for the storage and retrieval of objects from an undetermined dimension. Simple enough at first, this form of magic has several uses. It allows for stealthy entrances, removing a locked door from a path to slip into a corridor as guards pass by. For demolition based espionage through use of her magic beacons: Leaving a beacon at the bottom of support columns, then activating them when at a safe distance through psionic command. This devours the bottom of the pillars away from a structure, causing an instantaneous demolition.

But, her powers are not only that of a saboteur. Items stored in the mysterious dimension can be recalled at a moments notice. Large sections of support columns can be ushered back into the battlefield, providing cover for her squad mates or a large throwing projectile for allied mechs. Also, some weapons, armor and other aid supplies can be recalled from the void, provided much needed supplies in the heat of battle.

The key to the flat-space magic is the user's mind. Items, even if on a large scale, such as boulders, can be recalled and stored with ease. It is simple rock, with nothing of significant value to remember. Large or complex weapons, kits, or other items however are a problem to the untrained caster. Due to the fact the caster's subconscious has to remember and store the pattern and makeup from every gear, spring and bolt to pull the weapon back from the void as a functioning object. This makes storing of several complex weapons, or large items such as canons a tremendous mental task only capable of a seasoned caster. Overloading of the caster's subconscious can cause a rip in the dimensional containment, causing everything but the most basic of items such as steel and rock to be consumed and destroyed. Rarely, if a caster is put under extreme duress, a mental containment slip can occur, causing instantaneous displacement or placement of objects in the immediate vicinity, which can lead great danger in combat scenarios.

The magic is operated in two ways. For direct removals, somatic magic is used, 'bending' reality around the object, sucking it into the portal. This is mostly used for objects, but can be used on enemy combatants, but it is much more difficult on moving targets. Secondly, psionic triggers can be used to detonate the beacons she leaves to suck the targets into the warp. Extreme anger or fear can amplify her psionic abilities, and, though unstable, can directly absorb small grounds of enemies into the void. Organic beings brought into the void are destroyed and cannot return.

Spirit Name:
????
(Refereed as her 'Family Artifact')

Spirit Appearance:
Akin to a human heart, it is made from synthetic fibers and gears. Beats ever so softly when in use. When held, illegible whispers of unknown origins are heard in the back of the bearers mind. Most cannot stand to hold it for more than a few seconds, claiming the voices crawl through their minds as if they were real.

Spirit Power:
Allows for the possession of enemy combatants, human or daemonic. For a minimal sacrifice of Rose's health, the artifact is used to read the mind of nearby enemy combatants. For a larger wound toward's Rose's well being, the daemonic being or human can be controlled; aiding Rose in combat or leading her to a desired location. Her artifact cannot be activated by members outside of her family, but it is rumored that daemons may use it with no ill effect. The power of the artifact may only affect those with evil intentions; No good natured being or friend of Rose may be affected. Most sacrificial injuries are internal.

Spirit Origin:
Rose's grandmother never revealed to her where the artifact came from, nor what it's ultimate purpose was. Some of the rumors in her family book point to it being a daemonic artifact. Others point it to being a godly artifact, given to her family during ancient trials many years ago. Still rumors in the novel persist it is man made, a gift to her ancestors by a past king for use during their service.

Weapons:

Magic 'beacons' left for her subconscious to signal her magic to adsorb a given area. A small pebble engraved with runes.

A revolving crossbow of 12 shots. Auto-cocking and semi automatic, capable of rapid fire. Has drop-out cartridges for easy reloads. Ammunition is streamlined crossbow darts; fly fast, hit hard, designed to splinter upon impact for near instantaneous lethality. Low recoil, small design; bow arms can be folded inwards for stealthy concealment.

A stiletto knife kept in her boot. Quick, silent, tasteful.

Extra:
Well Natured
While directly shy towards groups, Rose can open up to individuals in need. Never finding a suitor to marry meant Rose became the primary caretaker of her family's elders, 'a shameful, but useful' position as viewed by her mother. Rose has a soft, delicate touch able to calm those under extreme duress. Growing up on a farm means that she can adapt even scavenged wild plants and meats into a dish worth dying for. Wile not capable of mending extreme injuries, ailments such as lacerations, fever, and allergic reactions can be treated easily by her as long as supplies are available. And, if you just need a shoulder to lean on, Rose would be happy to oblige; She promises she won't say a peep.

STEEL SALVATION