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Ohhh, why was he in the street? This wasn't a smart place to be, and he knew it full-well. Why would he even consider fighting these creatures head-on? There was nowhere else to go, if he entered the side streets he'd likely be ambushed before he could engage in ambushing of his own in any way, the Rogs themselves as well as his allies were surely more skilled fighters than him... all he had was his wits and some prayers.

...maybe prayers were the right way to go, then? It was worth a shot, at least. Stepping back a couple of paces, just so he was behind everybody else, he re-sheathed his weapons, drew the two ritual daggers on his person, and... gawped at the sight of Ursa turning into a Gods-damned bear. How long had he been hiding that? How was he even transforming like that? His first thought was "werewolf", but those were wereWOLVES, there was no such thing as a wereBEAR... right? Surely something like that couldn't exist, right?

Well, either way, it was standing up to the troll quite handily. He supposed he'd have to take advantage of everyone else's distraction to get the prayer out. Muttering his prayer to Fineki under his breath, quietly so that the others didn't hear, he sketched out some symbols on the ground before him, the daggers a pair of pens for the ritual in question. The argument, in theory, was that this ritual would draw forth a temporary wellspring of good luck for allies, and bad luck for enemies... of course, knowing his deity's whimsical nature, it was just as likely that the opposite would come true, or indeed that both parties would be blessed, cursed, or ignored outright. Or he might just grant some other favour. Who could say, with a god of his particular standing? T'was not Settionne Maralanna's place to question the acts of deities, especially when he was the one invoking their favour.

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Name: Hugh Hughes Hughson

Gender: Male

Arms: Thompson submachine gun, Colt M1911A1. His mount carries an M2 Browning .50 Caliber Machine Gun on its back, fired on the move as in a moving vehicle.

Personality: Hugh is a real tough nut, with tough nuts; he's a crack shot, with some cracked shot; and he's a trauma case, with a small steel case capable of causing trauma to people he whacks with it. Really, most of his persona is defined by this sort of repetition - most of the means of describing him could also refer to something he owns, be it on his person or stashed at home, though at least part of the reason behind this is an apparent compulsion to gather materials in this fashion.

History: Born to a middle-class family, Hugh's life was probably not as bad as he makes it out to be. However, the way he claims it, he was never sent to school, regularly beaten, and generally made to feel like a bad person. Supposedly, he eventually escaped home, joined the army, and was regularly beaten there, though he eventually got into the Anglian Mounted 305th as the designated heavy weapons guy, complete with bear-sized monstrosity for a mount, and right before this big old war at that. He loves Barbara very much. Notably, the only thing giving his story credence is his adamancy that it all happened: his actual knowledge base indicates fairly high-level education, is known to have avoided beatings through conformity to all given rules throughout his time in the standard armed forces, and he shows skill in weapons indicating a former association with them unknown to the middle class. His upper class upbringing is confirmed by a rare antique on his person, a sturdy thing, but easily worth more than ten thousand pounds sterling, more than the vast majority of middle class families could hope to afford on such a trifle.

Talents: Aside from the expected traits one might expect of a British rider, Hugh is surprisingly good at bringing large arms to bear against his opponents. This is presumably helped by his great musculature, contributing to his large arms capable of lifting substantial weight. Supposedly, he once deadlifted Barbara over his head for a full ten seconds; considering the weight of his mount and his general disconnect with reality, most who hear of the feat believe this to be impossible, but considering his nonetheless prodigious musculature and his general disconnect with reality, they also then tend to smile and nod and be on their way, just in case.

Name: Hans Feder (no relation to Gottfried Feder)

Gender: Male

Arms: Mechanisierte Infanterie Anzug suit, equipped with a somewhat unique weapon called "Der Strahlzerstörer Mark I" on the right wrist: multiple smaller arcs of ultrahot plasma are merged together in front of the firing mechanism proper, and the resulting mass of energy is then propelled via high-power laser beam and corresponding plasma channel toward whatever is being aimed at. At full power, the weapon is easily capable of piercing straight through enemy tanks, though for maximum effect the beam can be calibrated to avoid overpenetrating, letting the plasma accumulate inside the tank to ensure that whatever is within is entirely vaporised.

Both the plasma launchers and the laser are powered by a plasma generator on the suit's back, drawing in various atmospheric gases and storing them within magnetic fields in preparation for superheating the moment before firing. Incidentally, the laser alone is capable of slaying unarmoured and lightly-armoured infantry in surprisingly gory fashion, and a secondary trigger allows it to be used for that purpose by Hans when no tanks present themselves, though that is not technically the device's intended purpose. That said, the primary weapon is not designed for rapid fire: it includes a delay between pulling the trigger and the weapon beginning to fire, as the gases need a short moment to heat up, during which time the firer's arm is locked in place to avoid altering the shot; additionally, the total "clip size" is very low, and ammo generation takes some time, meaning that firing many shots in quick succession will ultimately leave the wielder without a long-ranged weapon for a while.

Attached to his left arm, extending well beyond the back of his hand, is a large titanium blade. This kills the man, as large titanium blades are wont to do.

Personality: Whilst not an idiot, Hans is also not a smart man, and doesn't really understand how his weapon works. He knows it has two firing modes, and that it uses energy beams, and that it kills tanks in the primary firing mode and people in the secondary, but the nature of "plasma" and "lasers" and the distinction between the two rather escapes him. He therefore believes that it is powered by Aryan spirits angered by those resisting the return of their kind, and thus has come to the logical conclusion that he is himself a reincarnation of an ancient Aryan ancestor of his, who in turn is protected by his ancestors-slash-spiritual brothers, because why else would they protect a soldier like him so well? Never mind that he's wearing thick armour plating and a generator on his back, that's just how they choose to manifest after all. Other than this, he is very much into the German philosophy of atheistic non-belief in any religion, and is usually very agreeable, except when it comes to Jews, who seem to have plagued his family's life for generations if his father's side of the family have anything to say about it.

History: Hans hates the Jews. His rich scientist father hated the Jews for stealing his money, and his rich homebrokering grandfather for not being the right sort of religious, and even though his housekeeping mother always preached tolerance, there was surely nothing wrong with continuing an old family tradition, right? Likewise, his teacher also hated Jews for their money-grubbing ways, and many of his friends all the way up to tertiary education also hated them. Really, it was a stroke of luck (whether good or bad) that he grew up in one of the most anti-Semitic areas of Germany prior to the National Socialist German Workers' Party's rise, but despite acquiring exceptional skill in cooking and achieving with honours a pass, he maintained that he would never cook food for a known Jew, because they would probably not like his food anyway for not being "koscher" enough, whatever that meant.

Then the Second World War began, and it occured to him that invading Western Europe would probably let him kill great numbers of Jews whether or not he knew they were Jews. As it happened, his father had been developing some kind of fancy new gun for the National Socialists, simply called "the beam destroyer", and was rich enough to influence them to let his son try out one of the post-prototype versions of the weapon, Der Strahlzerstörer Mark I, or the DS-1 for short.

Talents: ...well, he can aim his fancy gun fairly well, though that's more due to the gun's own accuracy than anything else. And he's got great cooking skills, so the unit he's in is pretty much set for that, if he's given ingredients better than what they usually get.

Name: Gaspard Flèche

Gender: Male

Arms: Infanterie Anti-Armure Mk. III (i.e. the French standard semi-automatic rocket rifle), with the power necessary to penetrate even a German MIA suit, given a few focused rounds (or one well-aimed shot). Of course, since they only chamber five rounds each to begin with, and reloading is often slow, this is still a somewhat risky proposition against who knows what experimental weaponry the Germans often bring to bear.

Personality: Gaspard is the usual brand of French crazy - that is, he is religiously and politically dedicated to the Allied cause, willing to throw away his life quite casually in their name, but not utterly deranged just yet even given his somewhat greater than usual age. That said, beyond his generally friendly demeanour, he is nothing less than driven and hard-headed, typically not willing to back down on a point if he feels it is not right to do so, and rarely accepting defeat in battle or that an intended goal is unreachable.

History: Gaspard was practically born into the army. The son of a French officer, he was not quite old enough to participate in the First World War back when it was first being called the Great War, though from the tales his father was nothing less than a hero on the front lines even after grievous injuries. Though raring to be so blessed in life, his education was rather standard, and ergo didn't gift him quite the skillset needed to be a brilliant man. For a while, he found himself trapped in a dead-end desk job, seemingly an eternal peon despite his drive to become something more... and when the first whispers of war started to be heard a few years before the war proper began, he leapt at the chance, quitting his job on the spot and enlisting himself into the French armed forces. Whilst he hasn't seen much action to date, he possesses as much pep as any younger man, and hopes to make his way up the ranks in due course.

Talents: Aside from following orders with gusto, Gaspard is surprisingly deft when it comes to targeting people with his rocket rifle. In particular, the slower MIA suits used by the Germans make headshots easy - and given that penetrating the body of such well-armoured targets takes four or five shots even with very good aim, whilst whatever kooky science guns they have to hand could perhaps wipe out a whole squadron in one shot, a headshot is usually considered a good idea.

Name: Takaoka Tetsuya, called "Zetsubou no Senshi" for his depressive nature and effect on the battlefield.

Gender: Male

Arms: Tetsuya does carry a katana on his person, though this is merely a sidearm. His actual weapon of choice is, to the shock of many of his companions, an oversized battleaxe, purchased centuries ago from visiting foreigners by an ancestor of his - the steel it is made of is of far higher quality than that of any Japanese blade, and the weapon is bulky enough to smash most weapons that try to block it anyway.
Even so, this is not the primary reason he is threatening. That would be the demon bound to his person - an entity calling itself Soul Sacrifice (inexplicably in English, rather than Japanese), but which Tetsuya refers to as Tamashii no Gisei, or "Gisei" for short. Though it cannot physically manifest, it can lock up Tetsuya's muscles apparently at will, and in terms of actual usefulness grants him the ability to emit bursts of raw horror, powerful enough to bring hardened veterans to their knees, whilst those of weaker will are compelled to curl up into a ball and wait for their inevitable demise. Tetsuya has gotten used to those sensations constantly shrouding his own mind by this point.

Personality: As a result of his demon's constant presence, Tetsuya is extremely depressive, far more so than you'd expect of most soldiers. Whilst he is able to function, just about, he does so with little motivation and a glazed expression, and deep down is in fact rather desperate to die. The fact that he hasn't committed suicide yet is a testament to an immense reserve of will, though every so often a sort of suicidal madness takes him, and only then is he anything other than listless, practically frenzied as he seeks his end.

History: Growing up in the Izumo province, Tetsuya was always quite upbeat, given his family's rather vaunted history as a descendant of the Sasaki clan, and through them the Emperor Uda himself. His education, naturally, was no less than stellar given where he was growing up, and he passed every class of his with flying colours. On top of the world, his drafting into the Japanese army was expected, but nonetheless fear-inducing. After all, what if the demon they bound to him tried to kill him?

This was more true that he could have imagined. It took him nearly two weeks just to start moving again, and many more after that before he stopped trying to kill himself in every spare moment he had, prevented from doing so by his own demon, and started to actually feed himself again. By that time, he was a shell of his former self, following orders essentially because he was trained to do so, and still experiencing bouts of suicidal madness whenever he failed his duties. Even then, the nature of Soul Sacrifice's power and the axe loaned to him by his parents made him an extreme threat on the battlefield, enough to merit a title of his own, though his rank within the Japanese armed forces was little more than baseline for a samurai.

Talents: If Tetsuya still has talents beyond what Soul Sacrifice provides, he's not keen on showing them off. His axework is reasonable enough, but barely any thought goes into each strike, and he over-relies on Soul Sacrifice to prevent harm to himself. The motivation to do more than this is incredibly rare indeed by now, fittingly enough for a man seeking death by any means.

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