NAME: “Ah, ah, ah! I’m not gonna tell you my real name that fast! Would ruin the surprise, y’know?” (No one really knows their true name, and Jester is very much okay with that. He often introduces himself as “The Jester”, though one of their more common nicknames is “Patch”, thanks to his jester outfit, and their unique jester hat-poncho combo, having many colorful patches on it.)

AGE: “Sorry, but an entertainer never reveals their secrets!” (Like his name, no one really knows how old they are, but judging by their height and mannerisms, many people have guessed that he’s a child or young teen. And Jester always changes the subject whenever their age is brought up, for some reason…)

GENDER: Nonbinary(He/They)

APPEARANCE: (Can I just do a description?) “...Maybe I’ll describe myself another time, if you’re still curious by that point- OH MY GOD, IT’S ONE OF THE DAMNED! EVERYONE, RUN!” (Jester, to be blunt, looks kinda weird. His orange jester hat-poncho covers up the first half of his face, while his black scarf covers up the second. Only the light reflecting off his eyes can be seen regarding them, and they often wear black and orange gloves, so no one has to see his brown and gnarled hands underneath. Besides that, Jester’s appearance is normal clothing for a, well, jester otherwise, wearing a one piece, orange and black jumpsuit and jester shoes. Also, he’s 4’10, so he’s pretty tiny! xD)

WEAPON: “Oh, you mean Fool’s Folly? It’s not a weapon, per say, but it’s really fun to bonk people over the head with it!” (Fool’s Folly, his marotte(the stick jesters usually carry around with them), which has two lit candles encased in super strong, magic glass, with the glass attached to both sides of the marotte. Usually uses it as a weapon or wand; whichever would work best at the moment.)

SKILL: Mirage Barrage: Jester strikes a series of blows on their victim with Fool’s Folly, and then opens up the magic glass though tiny hatchets, blowing out both candles soon after. When the candles light up again(all on their own, mind you), the victim is immediately bombarded by random visual and auditory illusions for two minutes, with no one else being able to see them. This can only happen when Jester’s at full power and when he’s well rested, mind you, and how effective this skill is depends on how much Jester knows about the target, and how creative he can be with that information.

MAGIC BRANCH: Illusion and Enchantment(with Dark Magic being in there somewhere as well, though Jester is only able to do curses at this point)

BIO/FUN FACTS: “So, you wanna know more about me? …How about you first?” (Like with his name, age, and appearance, Jester is very dodgy with his background and motives to join the team, and is usually just all performance and spectacle. He can dance, he can sing(and has a pretty nice singing voice as well), they’re competent at helping the party, they’re a theater kid and likes to mess with his enemies and playfully tease the group…all this, and yet, no one knows why he wants to collect the seven weapons and seal away the Dark One for good, why he’s almost never genuine, or even why he hides his face in the first place! They’re definitely hiding something…but, hey, at least he’s helping them, right? It’s not that big of a deal if he does that!

Jester also has a fun loving and laid back demeanor, and also has their snarky moments. They do make a 180 turn in personality and become timid and jumpy whenever they/the party meet a scientist/go into a laboratory, however.

NAME: No.639 “Sinmara” D’Silvae

AGE: 26

GENDER: Female

APPEARANCE: Standing at 5’10”, Sinmara is tall and sturdily built, with appreciable muscle and an overall meatiness. Her skin is a rich dark brown, featuring many x-shaped scars of varying recency, and her long hair -white striped with black- is tied up in a chain of voluminous bundles with red cord. Curved red horns extend upward on either side of her head, her brows are thick and rounded but short, and her sharp teeth are often bared in a smile. Her eyes are a yellow-orange, their irises seemingly cracked. Her outfit, a purple suit jacket plus matching slacks, are casually (almost recklessly) worn to accentuate the curves and muscles she’s evidently so proud of, with rolled-up sleeves and flame patterns, all held together by a number of black belts, straps, and suspenders with little skull clasps. Purple sneakers, helpfully-labeled fighting gloves, and sunglasses all help complete a look that epitomizes what Sinmara herself thinks is really cool, whether or not anyone else agrees with her

PERSONALITY: Most Scions are charismatic, with an emotional intelligence, subtlety, and cunning that allow them to connect with and influence those around them. They are being of enchanting mystique and allure–for the most part. Sinmara is nothing like that. She is boisterous, braggadocious, energetic, competitive, friendly, and unerringly confident. Highly physical, this easily-bored adrenaline-seeker prizes fighting most of all, and being ‘cool’ is not far behind. Such a bumbling idiot, fixated on self-aggrandizement and life’s simple pleasures, is wholly unsuited as one of my Scions. Yet, there’s something about her straightforward, gung-ho wholeheartedness that’s oddly endearing, particularly when she’s vying to earn my approval. Like a puppy. For all her obnoxiousness it’s annoyingly difficult to truly dislike her

Mind: 0/10
Body: 6/10
Agility: 2/10
Craft: 0/10
Magic: 2/10

WEAPON: Heartbreak - Within each Scion beats a Heart of Darkness, and each is able to call forth that Heart of Darkness in tangible form, revealing the eldritch truth at the core of their being, and wielding it as a symbol of their conviction to lay claim to what they desire. As one might expect of Sinmara, her Heartbreak is aggressive, ostentatious, and impractically cool: a demonic-looking chainsaw spear. As her heart quickens, its infernal engine sings ever louder, increasing the chainsaw’s destructive might and turning its teeth red-hot

FIGHTING STYLE: Though Sinmara loves using her chainspear, she loves using her fists even more. Her incredible physical strength serves a wild, untrained, brawling-type style in which she wantonly throws her weight around, seldom stopping to think or plan as she tries to overwhelm her opponents with sheer force. Whether she’s letting loose mighty punches or flashy chainspear moves, her style is as much about showing off as it is actual fighting, and nothing exemplifies this better than her grappling. Even if other techniques might be more effective, she’s more than willing to wrestle instead, going for all sorts of bombastic grabs, throws, holds, and other impractical but impressive moves

SKILL: Fault - A brand of elemental magic twisted by eldritch influence to form something akin to primeval, destructive sorcery. Sinmara can use it to cause ‘cracks’ of amber energy to form on her skin. These cracks can be built up and then spread into other physical matter, either in bursts through strikes or continuously through prolonged contact. These cracks can be detonated through physical contact of sufficient force so long as the striking implement isn’t also cracked. When detonated, the cracks explode, and almost anything can be shattered into pieces as if it were ceramic if it’s cracked enough, including living tissue. Stuff that’s shattered in this way can be put back together as long as the breaks on the pieces still glow orange, which is important for Sinmara because Fault can backfire. She herself can be broken and blown up in this manner, though luckily her individual pieces can keep on living as if nothing was wrong so she can be put back together. This skill can be used freely compared to other skills but requires a lot of effort to build up to comparable levels of destruction.

MAGIC BRANCH: Elemental Magic (Earth) / Dark Magic

BIO: In truth, it’s hard to say just how long ago it was that the firmaments above wept upon the Ardmarsuma borderlands a single, ink-black tear. What matters is that that ill-fated blot, hungry and unwholesome, fell at the height of its halcyon days, never imagining that the voracity of mankind might outstrip its own. Surely you’ve heard of that mercantile desert crossroads, its vivid sandstone painted in variegated hues of vermillion, phthalo, and lavender by grace of the mineral wealth within? Long had the people of that arid province cultivated fame and fortune as traders and warriors, making the most of their land’s hidden wealth and its advantageous position as crossroads between neighboring kingdoms. It was here that I first descended, and where I took root in the loose, sandy earth the land turned rich and black, bringing forth forests of living bone, of coral trees that walked, devoured, and deceived. We were glorious then, my brood and I, but we propagated ourselves too greedily. From the shade of their Silver Canopy, Mizalat Kabira, the loveless Ardmarsumites watched our advent in horror. Rallying her neighbors, the queen sent forth her warriors, and the powerful alliance began to slaughter us. Desperate to live, my Dark Young and I fought back against their wanton cruelty, but the faster we spawned, the faster they cut us down. When the sun next rose over the painted desert, only I remained in the heart of my burning grove, withered and spent. In their mindless barbarity they called me the Horn-Cancer, the Goat of the Woods, loathed me, and killed me.

Yet a part of me remained, hidden within the heart of the queen, left so hollow by recent misfortune that a small fragment of my being could creep in. Weak and powerless, for years I could do naught but cling to life, and ruminate on the lesson that I had learned. An outside force, no matter how hungry nor ambitious, could not conquer humanity; they could only be led to defeat themselves. In the decades that followed the queen’s abdication, I slowly merged with my host, gaining strength through the discrete consumption of paupers, alone and invisible, that nobody would miss. When I finally awoke, we were not host and parasite, but a single combined being, starved and ready to devour this world anew. But now, possessed of human intelligence and emotion, I knew better than to come as invader, my banner of annihilation held high. Instead I would come as the Mother, patiently and lovingly accepting the lonely, the outcast, and the despairing, filling their broken hearts with my own and making them my own children. Born anew in my image, they in turn would spread far and wide, not as Dark Young armed with hoof and claw but as Scions offering the wholeness that the shattered men and women of the world so desperately crave. So that they, too, might willingly surrender, and join my ever-growing family.

My children are many-faceted, reflecting the infinite diversity of the human race from which they’re born. Though all bear my telltale horns, no two are alike, each with their own talents and proclivities. Naturally, some turn out better than others. Among the disappointments, few stand out more than number 639, known as Sinmara. I am unaware of her original origins, possibly the tropical, sea-faring nation to the south of Ardmarsuma. Hers was a common story: the loss of a loved one left her broken and despondent, addicted to alcohol and desperate for healing. Number 522, Gruenbaum, found her in her time of need, and through his love the broken woman gave herself up to became one of us. Once she accepted my Heart of Darkness, her body and mind were wholly transformed, given life anew and crowned with the horns of my kindred, with no memories to weigh her down. Yet Sinmara came out wrong, an enthusiastic and naive oaf who’d rather fight than flirt, possessed of none of the guile and discretion my Scions require to bring more humans into the fold. To my chagrin, she rather reminds me of myself in fact--of my younger, more foolish, more voracious days.

Try as she might to win the approval of myself and her fellow Scions, she would win neither hearts nor converts, instead routinely getting into trouble wherever she went and drawing unwelcome attention to us. Deciding that she was hopeless as a Scion, I put her strength to work as a monster hunter, earning money to finance the efforts of my other children, though her nature led to extra headache just as often. When I learned of a new initiative to uncover the legendary weapons, however, I figured that Sinmara might finally come in useful and dispatched her to join on the off-chance that if she did actually get any, they would be of great use to me. Desperate to please her ‘mom’, and happy for any excuse to do some fighting, Sinmara naturally agreed.

NAME: Ferdinand Altori Enzoani (Just call me Fae darling)

AGE: Unknown (It’s rude to ask you know)

GENDER: M

APPEARANCE: While Fae may be a cyborg, he has put in the effort to ensure remaining biological features are supernaturally perfect. His marble skin unblemished, his silver locks silky smooth and tangles-less, teeth pearly white and his remaining eye a striking ruby red. Put this all together and he should be teetering on the edge of the uncanny valley, and yet he deftly defies it regardless.

Where his body is augmented, it has been replaced or plated over with a mix of unnaturally warm gold-brass alloy and durable black steel. The most inhuman augmentation can be found on his back, out of which clusters of tool tipped arms and dexterous mecha-tendrils sprout, all powered by a thaumi-nuclar battery housed within the (detachable (and able to operated independently)) backpack. It also comes with an inbuilt oxygen mask for navigating aquatic/toxic environments.

Most of the components that actually replace body parts aren't that much more powerful than their flesh alternatives, but do provide Fae with an extensive life support system that preserve and prolonged his life, and makes him rather resistant to environmental hazards despite his light garb. An exception is his right eye, which has numerous sensors that can see far better, and a far wider spectrum, than the human eye.

He carries with him a tablet computer stylized as a tome oh his hip, one that houses the blueprints for much of his work, and is often seen wearing a set of flowing red robes.

ATTRIBUTES:
Mind = 5/10
Body =0/10
Agility = 0/10
Craft = 5/10
Magic = 0/10

WEAPON: Fae does not carry weapons most of the time, but he has plenty built into himself. His mecha-tendrils are strong and swift (and entirely capable of lifting his own body), and are equipped with laser emitters at their tips, while his remaining arms consist of a gravity gun (capable of picking up and launching heavy objects), a combat drug injector, and a hard light hologram projector.

That said, his tendrils are also able to 3D print objects, which means that, if he is given time to prepare, he is able to arm himself as the situation demands. As a result he often ends up producing heavy ordnance such as missile launchers, HMGs, laser cannons, flamethrowers etc. which his additional arms can help carry and stabilize, greatly bolstering his firepower.

MAGIC BRANCH: Dark magic (reshaping and augmenting the flesh is hardly natural, though Fae does resent this designation somewhat) and illusions

Notable Spells/Skills:
Repairs: flesh and steel are much the same to Fae, and he is able to repair both, using injections of magical chemicals to stimulate rapid regeneration, or using welding and soldering beams to fix armor and circuitry.

Glamor: Fae predominantly works with hard light constructs when it comes to illusion magic, something he started out doing to make blueprints of metal and flesh to help both plan his work and show what the results of his work would be to those he would be working on. As such he can change people’s appearances with relative ease, as well as create fake objects such as doors, walls, keys, etc. etc. to fool his foes. Said objects can be physically interacted with, but they are relatively flimsy, and become especially so if someone sees through their ruse.

He can also create semi autonomous illusions of people, animals, machines, etc. which follow simple instructions programmed into them at creation. Useful for making distracting doppelgangers, weak disposable minions, scouts (an illusion can hold/be built around a real camera after all) etc.

Synthesis: Fae’s tendrils can be used to 3D print objects from thin air if given time, creating more permanent objects out of more or less anything, be it meat or metal. This has a lot of utility both for more in depth repairs and for creating tools, weapons, combat drones, etc. as the situation demands.

Synthasist Legion (Signature skill): Fae digs out a mass of blueprint from his internal library, and flash-forms a host of ethereal warriors based on the many designs found therein. Despite being illusions, they can still pose a threat with their various weapons if the targets’ minds are weak enough to believe that they are being harmed.

BIO/FUN FACTS:

Fae is a prominent and perhaps founding member of a growing Transhumanist movement known simply as the Synthesists. As a very loosely aligned group, they seek to enhance the human form beyond the peak reached by evolution, while still clinging on to the things that make the human body worth living in.

This certainly puts them at what many would consider the extreme end of augmentation, though they are strictly against going full machine. What the line between having enough humanity left and going too far down the mechanical rabbit hole is, shall we say, and oft argued about point within the community. What they can agree on is that the Mechanists, who go full robot, have gone too far. Naturally there are also biotech-essentialists and non-replationists who think the Synthesists themselves have gone too far, all of which leads to a lot of transhumanist infighting

Fae has dedicated much of his (possibly) long life to furthering the cause, creating many of the blueprints and thesis used by the movement. Relatively well known within it, he has little fame beyond, and certainly little fortune to his name, due to open sourcing a lot of his work.

As for why he specifically seeks the seven? Predominantly, Fea hopes that the weapons will be able to provide at least the inspirational spark needed to push his craft to the next level, having fallen into something of a rut as of late. This may seem like a somewhat selfish goal that would put him in the V’s camp, but the ideals of the Synthesists are, ultimately, a pursuit of a utopian dream that they hope will benefit all. To make a better human, one that does not age, suffer, or wither away. One that has the strength to survive and thrive in an uncaring universe, and, importantly, one that still embodies positive human traits such as empathy, compassion and kindness.

He is, it has to be said, somewhat skeptical about the mysticism surrounding the seven, particularly the idea that the uniting of the weapons brings peace, a thing he thinks is simply too ironic to be true. The rising of the dark one, whatever they may be, has a bit more credence in his eyes. It would certainly be a dark age if those who would do the world ill for their own gains got their hands on the seven, that he can 100% agree on.

His definition of ‘those who would do the world ill for their own gains’ might be a little wider than his recruiters own however.

NAME: Marissa

AGE: 24

GENDER: Female



Mind: ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
Body: ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♡♡♡
Agility: ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
Craft: ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
Magic: ♥♥♥♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

JABBERWOCK: A fire-belching axe of macabre make and peerless power. Requires a physical strength roll of 25 or more just to lift the axe and swing it around; requires 55 or more for ignition to use special moves, or to steal it from an inept wielder who cannot use the ignition. Requires a roll of 75 or more to steal it from an adept wielder.

SPECIAL MOVES:

• DOUBLE DOWN: Missed? No problem. Use the ignition to perform a pole-vault and try again.
• SHUFFLE: Really? You missed again? Fire the ignition and slide backwards. Let them eat cake. Er, exhaust.
• STRAIGHT FLUSH: Do the previous move, but hold the axe in place to use it as a flamethrower. You can hold it still, yes?
• ROYAL FLUSH: Do the same move, but backwards. Ride Jabberwock like a witch's broom. Mind the angle you hold it, or you'll fly.
• HIGH ROLL: I told you to mind the angle. For Pete's sake. At least attack on your way down so you don't look so incompetent.
• ROULETTE: Spin to win. Your enemy might make fun of you for turning your back—just spin faster; problem solved.
• SPLIT: By counteracting the leverage with both hands, you can just propel yourself forward. Whatever you do, don't trip and fall.
• ROYAL F#&%-UP: Congratulations, the axe flew away. Unbelievable. I hope it hits you on its way back to you.

MAGIC BRANCHES: Elemental (Fire/Earth) and Enchantment

SIGNATURE SPELLS:

• SACRED HEART: Baptizes the target in ethereal flames, turning their very soul into a living bonfire that smites evil.
• DIAMOND ARMOR: Adds 2d10 to the target's strength rolls. Enhances both body and weapon, for there is no difference.
• HELL'S BELLS: Adds 1d20 to the target's strength rolls. A fire-elemental enchantment that may ignite enemies.
• EARTHSPLITTER: Opens a great chasm in the earth, creating a fresh grave of boiling mud for all who fall in it.

TRUMP CARD - HEARTSNATCHER: Twice per scenario, Marissa can turn any non-ultimate spell that's currently being cast into a Joker card. Doing this cancels the spell, steals it, and stores it in the card for Marissa's use. Each time the Joker card is used, it then teleports into the possession of a random ally or enemy until it eventually ends up in the possession of the target the spell was stolen from, at which point the Joker card is destroyed and the spell is returned to its original owner. There is both a red Joker card and a black Joker card; the red one can steal an elemental or enchantment spell, while the black one steals black magic or illusion spells. Joker cards can be hoarded to deny enemy spellcasting, but they can also be stolen by a pickpocket, so for slower characters like Marissa, sometimes it's better to use them.

BIO/FUN FACTS: A passionate and stubborn woman with a single objective: to destroy the Dark One. Whether having the Seven Legendary Weapons will destroy it or summon it is of no consequence to her; if it's summoned, she will be there to destroy it. Her heart may be considered "pure" in the strictest sense—that she has no personal, selfish motives for seeking out the Seven. In another light, however, it might be seen as an empty void; for Marissa no longer has anything to lose—no name of great repute, no surviving family, and no property besides her great bloodied battleax. This life and this world have taken everything from her, and everything she may add in place of what she's lost will someday be removed, of this she is certain. Even her combat abilities and her life will be taken by time and death.

That doesn't mean she won't try, however. Marissa will greedily claw and grasp at every ounce of power she can acquire in service of her end goal. If the world has decided that might makes right, then those who seek to be right must acquire the means of might. She's honed her body to a razor's edge and accumulated the strongest equipment she can extort skilled craftsmen into making for her. While she's rather skilled at manipulating others, giving her an undeserved air of sharp intellect, her ability to manipulate numbers and objects in her mind is pretty dull. She's also blind in one eye, giving her a lack of depth perception that hinders her coordination. Igniting Jabberwock gives Marissa a much-needed speed boost, but she's otherwise pretty slow when in full armor, and wielding the Jabberwock with her armor removed is about as sensible as doing metalwork in a miniskirt—not that there isn't a chance Marissa would try it. When it comes to magic, Marissa keeps things simple and effective, using it to enhance her weapon and its attacks. She has the raw talent, but lacks the intellect to be truly creative with it. Combining earth and heat to create boiling mud is about as deep as she goes. Perhaps a sharper mind can teach her some new tricks.

NAME: Nell Trooper

AGE: 28

GENDER: Female

APPEARANCE:
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She is not wielding a mech suit. That's the external part of her endoskeleton. Her legs and skeletal structure completely replaced with metal and magic, she was once a more centered being, on the verge of perfect sync with her body. However, she would not necessarily call what she has now an improvement. Two ferrous metal bars latch onto her shoulders, acting more as a shackle rather than an upgrade. The rest of her torso is covered in lighter armor and polyester, barely tying the conflict between human and machine together. Her face is covered by a G-force resistant visor, able to convert into a full mask. They completely obscure her eyes and are packed with a communication system that links directly to her contacts. Her contractor's calls are automatically answered. She stands at 5 '7", Though she only ever comfortable at this height in her signature skill.

ATTRIBUTES:
Mind: 2/10 (3)
Body: 2/10 (3)
Agility: 3/10 (4)
Craft: 0/10 (1)
Magic: 3/10 (4)

SOLARIS: Apparently that’s the name the company behind this mess came up with. That being the ten metal bars in her . Their magnetic field implied that they were meant to slide and rotate to accommodate movement, however they usually remained locked as two sets joined at her shoulders, forcing her to work with them or break under their weight. The only somewhat decent thing to come out of it were the engines laced in every piece, an outlet for blinding energy shots and rocket fuel. She's still learning new things about her predicament to this day.



SIGNATURE SKILL: IRON VALKYRIE - Nell is freed. Interpreting it as incapacitation, her armor starts to siphon latent magic at a rapid rate. Usually it’s meant to stabilize her gear, however if she redirects it to her engines, it enables a burst of speed that helps her outrun her own snapped metal bars that will then threaten to smite her. Starting from a roll check of 10, for each post Iron Valkyrie is active, roll based on Agility. If successful, Agility will temporarily increase by 10 and the minimum for the next roll increases by 10, both up to a maximum of 100. When a roll beyond the first post fails, her capacity to resist the magnetic pull of the bars weakens. By the end of her action Nell will be shackled back to her arms, and depending on the situation a d5 check will dictate recoil damage. If she holds her run for the full duration her magical pool is spent, however she may manage to resist recoil damage and end Iron Valkyrie early with a high enough roll in Mind, Body and/or Magic (or an external force).

Requires a Magic check of 50 to activate on command.



GO-TO MOVES/PASSIVES:

Propulsion - Using the engines laced throughout her gear, she's able to propel herself to at most 2/3rds a city block. However, due to how her arms are structured, the sudden jolts tend to break her composure. If she makes a straight jump, after crossing the max distance she will be unable to act for one post. Another application for Propulsion would be to focus on more evasive maneuvers, enhancing her nimbleness.

Sustainability - With giant stands for hands, it is very difficult to care for yourself. Much more when it comes to fixing your own gear. That is why her machinery siphons small increments of magic from her surroundings and converts it into nourishment. Apart from eliminating her need to eat or drink, her gear is usually capable of stabilizing her in critical moments, repairing at a sluggish rate, and reacting to non-dark magical healing. Resulting in restored damaged parts and a Nell who doesn't need to know much about crafting. However, it is not a regenerative ability meant for combat, meaning it won't activate when she's preparing a non-signature attack and it won't outpace consecutive attacks. Nell would have probably died if it wasn't for this support system, however, it still takes away a lot of joy from life.

Vision - Her mask has actual uses beyond business calls and declining annoying in-laws. With her visor attached, she is able to detect an array of non-magical signatures, including Infrared and Electric. It's good for scouting ahead and discerning clues, however, any decent magic masking these signatures is harder to see through.

MAGIC BRANCH: Enhancement - Though it doesn’t usually manifest in standalone spells. Instead it facilitates the link between her and her magi-tech, altering the magnetic aura and fueling the engines. As of yet it’s one of the only means of control she has over her armor.

BIO:

- Born armless. Her father sets her on the path to a mercenary anyway.
- Has been taking up contracts since adolescence, saving up for various cybernetics from various corporations to be the best possible version she could be. The only augmentation she didn't bother with was her arms as she felt like it would interfere with her methods.
- Ends up being pretty proud of her skill on the battlefield, being able to do what most others could do.
- Takes her money to a highly rated company that supposedly specializes in weapon augmentations.
- Got turned into an airplane.
- Tried to file a lawsuit, but found out that she had no legal standing.
- Takes up contract work again to pay for another surgery.
- No longer able to conjure record breaking speed on a whim, her usual clients realized that her 'value' had been cut short. As a result, many of them wrote her off as a liability and refused her requests.
- The only person willing to contract with her was an old associate she's worked with for a long while. Apparently they wanted someone to attend a party in their place.

NAME: G.'X'
AGE: 2
GENDER: He/Him
APPEARANCE: GOLEM 10 stands below average compared to his brothers and sisters at a height of five feet and four inches or one hundred sixty-two centimeters with typically obscured features hiding the unmarred fairness of his youth. He's typically seen hiding his features under defensive combat armor with wild blond tufts protruding from beneath any headgear being used to obscure view of his crimson eyes and ever-so slightly pointed ears. Physically, G10 seems to run more along the lines of compact as opposed to demure with his potential for athletics and physicality brimming from his natural posture.



Mind: 0/10
Body: 3/10
Agility: 5/10
Craft: 0/10
Magic: 2/10

TALENTS & TRAITS:
INHUMAN COMPOSITION - Despite being one of the few humanoid golems in the ninth generation of MAGICOM creations, G10 still holds some of the relatively inhuman traits of his more monstrous brothers and sisters. These traits include a greatly increased metabolism, increased muscle development, a relatively flexible bone structure and a minor healing factor that is triggered by the consumption of red blood.

RAPTOR EYES - Unlike most lab-grown soldiers, G10 only has one monster trait known as the raptor eyes which give him the inhuman level of visual acuity commonly seen in monstrous birds of prey. This gives G10 red eyes and 20/1 vision, able to see the finer details a human would perceive at one foot away from twenty feet away.

CQC PROFICIENCY - Close Quarters Combat (CQC) is a system of combined combat techniques which allow for the rapid alternation between armed and hand-to-hand combat while engaging a target(s). In G10's case, gun-fu takes up a majority of the style while making up for his rifle's two-handed nature with devastating kicks that are typically enhanced by his wind magic.

SHARPSHOOTER - While most created soldiers capitalize on inhuman traits for increased melee combat, G10 uses his traits for more tactical positioning and enhanced handling with projectile weaponry be it a gun, bow or even a sling. If the shot is available, the odds are that G10 won't miss.

SS-CARD MASTERY - G10 uses his SS-CARD like a second set of eyes allowing for greater efficiency of his magic reserves.

BATTLE ENCHANTS - Trained specifically in enchanting his Eclipse Rifle, G10 can imbue the rifle's ammunition with magical effects based on his affinities, such as enhancing a bullet's speed with wind, making a shot silent with darkness, or even applying a minor curse to a bullet.

INHUMAN INSTINCTS - G10's monster traits allow him the ability to instinctively sense which living creatures do and do not see him as a predator or prey.

SIGNATURE SKILL
"Reave" - Being G10's most complex and taxing spell, reave allows G10 to physically touch and drain a target of a part of its nature, making the person or object 'owe' him its attributes for a set amount of time. This lets him to play the part of regulator in the case of a team-effort and assassin in the event of a solo task. The most notable amount of time he's held plundered traits for is ten minutes when taking less and five minutes when taking as much as possible. (The intent was to have him siphon 10 points worth of one attribute for ten minutes and either ten points from two attributes or twenty points from one attribute for five minutes.)

MAGIC BRANCH: Wind Magic, Dark Magic and Enchantment Magic.

SPELLS:
"Raptor Flute" - Being G10's only personally crafted spell, it stands as a prime example of the created soldiers of MAGICOM and their speed in development as weaponry. In placing a tightly cupped hand to his mouth with a massive breath, G10 can release a disproportionately large whirlwind of mostly indiscriminate windy blades that are typically sharp enough to completely destroy his immediate surroundings. Given its nature as a dangerous and unofficial spell in his SS-CARD, it rarely sees the light of day.

"Zephyr Burst" - The first and most basic spell learned by G10; the Zephyr Burst is a quick swipe of his hand or kick of his feet to form a roughly person-sized burst of wind around a given target. It can be used at notable speeds for a litany of tasks such as increasing his speed during a dash, breaking falls, increasing jump height, etc.

"Raging Zephyrstrike" - Using a mix of martial arts and magic, G10 performs a physical attack that conjures a small whirlwind on contact or in its passing. It's used for sending a given target soaring, should they be light enough. This spell typically fails to move things larger than a large person any notable distance.

"Black Veil" - This spell steals the light and sound from a given area/person. This gives G10 and any allies within its short range at night. The less targets he uses this spell on, the longer the effect lasts, making stealth for a large group impossible for more than a few moments and stealth for just himself dangerously effective.

WEAPONS & EQUIPMENT:
"Eclipse Rifle" - A highly advanced combat rifle that harnesses both technology and enchantment magic to maintain a lifelike adaptation trait. It can adapt itself to various forms of ammunition when given enough time(less for smaller, more for larger), turning into a versatile weapon suitable for a range of combat situations. It is typically in the shape of a hefty single-shot shotgun.

SS-CARD - The Spell Cataloging and Recollection Database system is a helmet/visor that accurately scans a given creature's magical reserves while being able to directly assist the equipped golem with use of known spells. There's a screen on the inside of the eye-covering. It may or may not be recording everything happening for MAGICOM.

BIO:
Golem 10 is the newly appointed representative of ESSENCEWORKS in the hunt for the Seven Weapons and the latest creation of the illusive MAGICOM program. Beyond that, not much is personally known of his interests or hobbies; though it wouldn't be wrong to assume that lab-grown soldiers spend most if not all of their lives preparing for and partaking in combat. ESSENCEWORKS, the company behind the MAGICOM program is a leading authority in optimizing equipment and constructing magical defense systems. Their creations mostly focus on the empowerment of explorers and adventurers through weaponry management, enhancement, restoration and storage services. Their blatant stake in the hunt is said to be the hope of studying the seven weapons and reverse-engineering them to protect society from threats.

Despite the high praise placed upon Golem 10 and other created soldiers, many servicemen, mercenaries, law enforcement and adventurers find a heavy suspicion, negativity and insecurity about the nature of ESSENSEWORKS' MAGICOM program. The general belief is that the perfecting of created soldiers and lab-grown monsters will eventually put those that train for most of their lives out of work while the more radical views worry that the corporate powerhouse ESSENCEWORKS plans to create their own Dark One in hopes of ruling the world and taking its untapped resources.

Despite this negativity subtly affecting Golem 10's repertoire of missions and tasks, he doesn't seem to outwardly feel anything towards the sentiments. Where many would normally seek to lighten a mood or idly pass the time, Golem 10 normally puts focus on preparing for more missions. In that way, many other Golems and mercenaries that have worked beside him feel that he is akin to a peaceful dog, coasting through his artificial life in wait for tasks that ESSENCEWORKS gives him.

FUN FACTS:
The MAGICOM program was conceived in utmost secrecy, born out of a clandestine collaboration between Selene Nyx, the founder of ESSENCEWORKS, and a reclusive group of mystical scholars known as the "Luminarum Conclave" that are rumored to hold the 'secrets of immortality'. While subtle rumors of the Luminarum Conclave ooze through the darkness of the corporate world and conspiracy theory circles, their involvement in program's existence is known only to a select few within ESSENCEWORKS. Even with the program being known of within the company, its objectives are among the most closely guarded secrets in the organization.

The primary goal of MAGICOM was to create a new breed of artificial soldiers, known as "Arcane Golems," who are not only highly skilled in combat but also connected to the very essence of magic that flows through Avaris and its inhabitants. These elite soldiers are intended to protect Avaris from existential threats, particularly the potential misuse of the seven weapons. To achieve this, the program combines advanced bio-magical engineering, monster genetics and intense mental 'conditioning' to create soldiers that wield the drive of humanity and the power of monsters.