[hider=Beryl Vagrant]
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[i]I'll sing a requiem for those [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u6esTX7ORYI]lost.[/url][/i][hr][/center]
[h3]Name[/h3]
[indent][b]Beryl Vagrant (ベリル バグ)[/b][/indent]
[h3]Age[/h3]
[indent][b]17, Seventeen.[/b][/indent]
[h3]Date of Birth[/h3]
[indent][b]January 1st, εγλ 1985[/b][/indent]
[h3]Gender[/h3]
[indent][b]Male.[/b][/indent]
[h3]Height[/h3]
[indent][b]5'8", Five-feet eight-inches.[/b][/indent]
[h3]Weight[/h3]
[indent][b]140lbs, One-hundred and forty pounds.[/b][/indent]
[h3]Hair Color[/h3]
[indent][b]Teal Blue/Teal Green, formerly Black.[/b][/indent]
[h3]Written Description[/h3]
[indent]The ripples on the surface means nothing. Beryl, upon first glance seems anything but pensive. He has boyish features, skin as smooth as silk, and a creamy complexion that compliments his overall mystery. All the same, there are times when his full lips will straighten into a grimace or when his eyes, once tinted with mirth, will deepen and fade. Those alien blue-green eyes, which oddly enough fits perfectly on him, are wide, sharp, and transparent. His teal blue hair, in a different shade of light, can be mistaken for sea-green at times. Though the color can be viewed as rare, his diligence to care for it is not. He often leaves his home without touching it, letting his unruly, short cut fall where it may. 

At SOLDIER like his other colleagues, he wears the mundane Third-Class outfit. His svelte frame makes it easy for him to blend in and go unnoticed. Because of his past he's often spotted alone, either drifting off or listening to music.[/indent]
[h3]Personality[/h3]
[indent]Beryl walks a thin and near-gray line of destruction. He is a master at concealing his emotions, often leading others to guess and assume or outright provoking confusion. And despite an outright show of cheer and good nature, he despises the current state of humanity and humans. He finds them frustrating but worth the hard-work of saving. This aversion to people has led him to plunge inwardly, often distracting himself with the few things he cherish. The powerful heart-changing sounds that comes from music, the messy peace of the night, the thought-consuming work behind studying and learning. 

He can lose himself in the middle of a crowd, often leaving behind only a trace of his presence. Simple mathematics sends him up the wall with headaches and while he openly declares he has something he hates, he'll never let [b]it[/b] leave his lips. To fear something similar to what he hates is ironic, because the facts are he trembles unbidden in front of cats. More specifically beneath their unnerving gazes. He became a SOLDIER in hopes of escaping his poverty and becoming stronger.[/indent]
[h3]Background[/h3]
[indent]Beryl is a survivor of the Wutai War and last member of the Ukihara lineage. As a young boy he was witness to the bloody war. Shinra Infantry and SOLDIERs alike stormed their village mid-war. Many were killed even more tortured. His father, mother, and older sibling was capable of escaping. However, it was all for naught. They traveled to the blessed Da-Chao Statue hoping for sanctuary. Only to run into others migrating as well. Once reaching the statue, they had a small respite before being attacked again; this time by SOLDIERS. After witnessing his family killed off in succession, from father to sister, Beryl (formerly named Daigo) was whisked off to Midgar for safety by a missionaries. 

There he lived as a vagrant. He changed his name in the way simpletons would, simply describing his new appearance. He studied hard, learned the ways of the slums, built his physicality, and eventually discovered a new way of thinking. He had ascended himself above the moral code. He had decided not to hate Shinra for its misdeeds but to use it for his goals and ambitions. The world was corrupt and that stupid symbol, the emblem of a lion, was burned into his mind. Reminding him of his past on a molecular, visceral level. He decided he needed to become a SOLDIER for his goals. So he made connections, did [b][i]things[/i][/b] that would require unasked favors as payback. Eventually he was scouted and once he joined, he had instantly obtained the moniker "Blue".[/indent]
[h3]Summon Genome[/h3]
[indent][b]Leviathan.[/b][/indent]
[h3]Weapon[/h3]
[indent]Beryl carries a Katana into battle. The sword is five feet in overall length, lacks a tsuba, and is held within a sapphire blue scabbard. Its hilt is black and it blade is curved, at the base of its blade is inscribed: ( 僕は神だ) [/indent]
[h3]Materia[/h3]
[indent][list][*]Water
[list][*]Water I
[*]Water II 
[*]Water III[/list]
[*]Silence[/list][/indent]
[h3]Limit Break[/h3]
[indent][color=lightblue][i]Requiem[/i][/color] (鎮魂曲) - Beryl falls into a peculiar stance, once known specifically to those who practiced the lost art of Iaido. Its there, in that controlled stance, that he sharpens his focus to inhuman levels and prepare to deliver a flurry of slices and slashes in the blink of an eye. Associated with these slashes are pressurized blades of water that are capable of cutting through steel. Beryl lets loose 10 slices to a single target.  [/indent][/hider]

[hider=SOLDIER 1st Class, Astral Diamonia]
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[i]"I bow to no [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=stWae6r7Blw]power[/url]. Only my wings will fly in this sky."[/i][hr][/center]
[h3]Name[/h3]
[indent][b]Astral Diamonia[/b][/indent]
[h3]Age[/h3]
[indent][b]29, Twenty-Nine[/b][/indent]
[h3]Date of Birth[/h3]
[indent][b]August 20th, εγλ 1972[/b][/indent]
[h3]Gender[/h3]
[indent][b]Male[/b][/indent]
[h3]Height[/h3]
[indent][b]6'2" , Six-foot Two[/b][/indent]
[h3]Weight[/h3]
[indent][b]215lbs, Two hundred-fifteen pounds[/b][/indent]
[h3]Hair Color[/h3]
[indent][b]Blonde/Sandy[/b][/indent]
[h3]Written Description[/h3]
[indent]Astral has the visage of a wild animal despite his cultivated upbringing. He is made of hard lines, blueprinted from genetics and honed through training. He is a towering man who has often been described as "unapproachable" or "frightening" when donning his SOLDIER armor. On the flip-side, when out casually, many women tend to swoon over his elegant face. Which can often tilt on the side of feminine. With his cream colored skin, smooth complexion, and alien "mako" hued eyes he's a ethereal kind of beauty. 

One of the perks of being a first class SOLDIER is being omitted from wearing the uniform. He has opted to wear a unique set of armor. Often seen as one-of-a-kind in the eyes of others. Organized spikes and stylized plates lay across his form. While traveling he'll often be seen wearing a dark waist cloak, dark woolen pants, with high-boots strapped with leather strips. Likewise his armor follows the top all the day way.   [/indent]
[h3]Personality[/h3]
[indent]Astral is a doggish man who chases after his goals and ambitions without respite. Quite confident in his abilities and keen of eye, he deems most, if not all, inadequate of his Brightfang. And despite the rumors, he is actually thoughtful and quick-witted. His intellectual side is buried alongside his love of books, debate, and mental exercises. It amuses him that what many believe he enjoys, what the rumors and tales have sung of him, are many of the things he despises. Killing, war, the smell of blood. Hearing his own tales often angers him to the point of avoidance. If not for the hopeful hearts of those dedicated to his fan club, he'd have spurn those rumors long ago. Alas he realizes it's that [b][i]image [/i][/b]of Astral Daimonia they look up to and to shatter that visage, would be the same as introducing them to a stranger.[/indent]
[h3]Background[/h3]
[indent]Astral was born in the village of Kalm to a mythril miner and inn worker. He recounts living a miserable existence, one without purpose and was therefore irrelevant. His father and mother were kind, hard working people whose only flaw was living [i][b]without[/b][/i] ambition. At one point in his young life, he had accepted his lot. Prepared to be like his father, a lowly miner in the Mythril Mine but destiny had other plans. A passing SOLDIER on vacation had visited Kalm. It was at the Inn, Astrals' home for all intents and purposes, that he gave him the greatest advice. 

[b]"Want something to change, then change yerself kid."[/b]   

He did that. Like a beast, he dove into his studies, searching out a mentor, and eventually, after years, joined SOLDIER. As a SOLDIER 3rd class he didn't catch notoriety until he quelled a fledgling rebellion against The Shinra Electric Company in Sector 7. It was a motley bunch and yet it earned him his first rank up. As a SOLDIER 2nd class his climb to 1st was much slower and grueling. He led his soldiers with the same insight that helped him discover Sector 7's terrorism. Many of his battle tactics were considered reckless, unorthodox, however they got the job done and usually above-performance expectancy. Near the end of the Wutai War, Astral shone like a polished gem, when he alone combated a unit of ninjas in order to advance a scattered squad. This act attracted the eye of SOLDIER's hierarchy and granted him the rank of SOLDIER 1st Class. While he takes no joy in his most prestigious act, Astral is content with his position and place in life. Astral, The Wutai Wrecker is viewed widely as a War Hero.[/indent]
[h3]Summon Genome[/h3]
[indent][b]Odin[/b][/indent]
[h3]Weapon[/h3]
[indent] Astral carries a greatsword about six-feet in length and a foot in width. He has dubbed it: Brightfang.[/indent]
[h3]Materia[/h3]
[indent][list][*]Instant Death (Mini-Boss/Boss Excluded)
[*]Lightning I
[*]Water I
[*]Fire I
[*]Non-Elemental Magic III[/list][/indent]
[h3]Limit Break[/h3]
[indent]Godhood (神様) - Astral attacks a single opponent with all his materia. Lightning I strikes crimson and arcing from above. Water I forms from the hydrogen in the atmosphere, freezing and impaling his target. Fire I erupts from the ground, black and flaring with the force of a small eruption. His Non-Elemental Magic III appears as shimmering gems, crystals gravitating around Brightfang. He propels forward to impale his opponent, his blade taking the image of [i][b]the[/b][/i] Gunge Lance.[/indent][/hider]