Name: Wynn Kingston
Age: 20
Nationality: British
Personality: A bit of an insomniac, Wynn exudes a perpetual sense of fatigue around her, sapping away her emotions until she's constantly just chill about everything. Muted and considerate, she doesn't care for placing herself above others or even for gaining greater fame by slaying powerful Angels, and is largely content to live quietly, drinking tea and watching the seasons pass. But the world isn't as idle a place as she'd like, and as it stands, there is no time at all for this tired girl who looks years older than she actually is to rest. So, in a rather maternal fashion, she puts on a tough face and makes sure that everyone else makes it out alright, no matter what price she needs to pay, personally.
Bio: Wynn wasn't exceptional, she was just desperate. Desperate for peace, desperate for a time that never existed. Her parents died young like many other Templars, and in exchange, she grew up in the orphanages that raised the children of the lost, that indoctrinated them into believing that they must sacrifice themselves for future generations, to put an end to this war and to bring forth a lasting peace.
She believed in that. She always believed in that.
So she worked hard, and when that wasn't enough, she worked harder. If she was feeling morbid, Wynn would say that she could sleep when she was dead. If she was feeling optimistic, Wynn would say that she only fought hard so she could justify the hibernation she'd go into after the war ended. But regardless of what she said, caffeine was her blood, extra lessons were her meat, and life was simply fuel. If she was consigned to a short life, why would Wynn worry about burning out?
That was all that she remembered of her life after regaining her sense of self within the ruins of Edinburgh Castle.
And now that
something was growing within her right eye, Wynn questions why she ever pushed herself so hard before.
Weapon: Snowdust Gossamer – A cavalry saber with a mono-molecular edge. Capable of slicing through any physical object, it's a simple but reliable weapon.
Stigmata: ??? – An unknown Stigmata that replaced Wynn's right eye. When she is agitated, golden lines spread out from underneath her eyepatch, like circuitry.
Armors:
Evade: Fog and Phantasy – Wynn dives forwards into the attack, leaving behind an afterimage that gets obliterated, while she phases behind her opponent. Back-to-back, she performs a reverse thrust, before kicking off.
Finisher: Skysplitting Flash – After a brief moment of charging up, additional thrusters activate within Wynn's armor, shooting her forwards in a line at a breakneck speed. Once she stops and sheathes her sword, everything in her path falls to pieces.
Name: Gavril Savevich Vasyutin
Age: 17
Nationality: Russian
Personality: Gavril, despite his cool features and his propensity for monochrome clothing, is an almost oppressively free person. For all his physical ineptitude, his mental resilience is nothing short of impressive, always able to pick himself off the ground after a failure and being eager to start again. High pressure situations are his bread and deadlines are his butter. Confidence bordering audacity practically oozes off him, and he lives to the extreme, doing his best to enjoy everything without restraint. When death was around the corner, and when even the strongest Templar would die before they reach their 50s, Gavril simply sees no point in holding anything back. A ball of energy, he doesn't want to go out in any way but the most explosive way.
Bio: In a world as broken as this, one could never have both a long life and be in control of it. Gavril's parents were engineers for Advance, but a life hiding behind machinery never suited him, and, at a young age, he enlisted into the Templars instead, cutting away all communications with them.
If the power he gained from injecting Angel's Blood into his veins had even been average, perhaps he wouldn't be who he was now.
But compatibility was lacking, and the boon he was granted from the injections was minimal, hardly enough for him to compete with even the weakest Angels. In the realm of humans, Gavril was exceptional, but once he crossed the threshold, he was nothing worthwhile, shunted off into the Support role because, well, what else could someone as weak as him do? But that failure wasn't enough to make him fold. No, as a nigh-powerless Templar with a dwindling lifespan, there was only one thing he could do.
Make best of what he had, gain as much freedom as he could, and live the way he wanted.
And if he could be so
free despite all his weaknesses and ineptitudes, why would someone like Amara willingly bind herself down? Great power comes great responsibility? Sure, but that power also came with choice. Choices that no one else was allowed to make.
They were never gonna live all that long. Why on earth would they choose to live chained down too?
Weapon: 100-T Branch – A ballistic knife with a larger blade than normal. Spare blades are kept in the utility belts that are wrapped around Gavril's body. A durable weapon, but one useful more for buying time than actually taking down Angels.
Stigmata: Caxton – A standard, mass-produced stigmata favored by Supports, Caxton takes the form of a colored-in square surrounded on both sides by embellished brackets, and is placed upon Gavril's tongue. Though offering no combat advantages, it enables him to send short, telepathic messages towards allies.
Armors:
Evade: Optics Dispersion – Gavril slides backwards and melts into the background, temporarily becoming undetectable to Angel senses by mimicking the same signature of 'Divinity' that they release.
Finisher: Engine Overdrive; Empowerment – Taking a stance, Gavril attaches the 100-T Branch to his armor, diverting the entirety of the armor's power into his weapon, before firing off the blade like a railgun.
