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[Sutoratosu Akira]

I just noticed that there is no male character player yet,

If you’d read the OP a bit more closely, you would likely see why. I assure you, I considered it for a moment.

More specifically, the lack of male player characters is by intentional design. As glass mentioned, you will find out why if you take a close look at the OP and the various linked documents describing the setting and world. You may also want to review the accepted Player sheets and linked NPC sheets to get ideas for your own character.

[Remuri]

Oof.

[Glass]

Spoiler: So hey, we get to make second characters (click to show/hide)

Name: Deserter Jessie Lynch
Age: ~20
Operating region: Neridus

Appearance: Jessie is about average in height, about 5'5", and her skin is an olive tone. Her short hair is very nearly black, but with a slim note of purple, best noticed when she's recently brushed her hair and the light catches it at the right angle; her eyes are a pale blue, almost grey.
Most of the time, she'll just wear whatever so long as it doesn't restrain her movement or draw too much attention, but when she's really out to make trouble, she wears a slightly-beaten black cloak and a blank mask which has been painted silver and had a fake moonstone gem carefully attached to the forehead. There are only two real constants to her outfit: she wears boots, within which she generally keeps her weapon stowed, and she has a large backpack containing her worldly possessions.

Personality: If there is one thing that defines Jessie, it's her desire for freedom, both for herself and for others. This led her to chafe against Neridus when they conquered her home country, Terinas (it was really more of a city-state), about 7 years ago, and all the new restrictions they had put her life. Military service only made it worse; she'd joined up, hoping to get an opportunity to go to college, but the strictness of the army grated on her, and she had to push her disgust down every day. She distinguished herself with her quick thinking and overall effectiveness, and earned her holy weapon - and with it, her opportunity to free herself, "liberating" several pieces of equipment and a lot of money when she went.
Since then, she's largely made herself a nuisance to the Neridan government, and freed herself from consequences, frequently stealing items that she decides she wants, and leaving when a location becomes too difficult to escape notice in.

Element: Shadow
Weapon: A simple black athame, with a small black onyx gem at the pommel. It makes it so that when Jessie leaves somebody's line of sight, they forget about her instantly. Her re-entering line of sight always returns memory, as do external reminders. Notably, live video of her counts as line of sight, but recorded videos and pictures will not display her unless the viewer currently remembers her.

I kinda combined the background into the personality section. Or, used the personality section for background.
Oh well. I think it gets the personality across well enough.

[Remuri]

I wonder a pleb shounen character enters the harem.

[Takosher]

I wonder a pleb shounen character enters the harem.

No

[Raindrop Valkyrie]

Second Charrie is go!

Spoiler: Seamstress Dipshit who what drives people loony for the shits and giggles (click to show/hide)

Name: Diantha De Witte
Age: 21

Appearance:
Diantha possesses flowing silvery hair that reaches well below her waist even when tied up. Her eyes are a deep sea like blue, that often sparkle with a playfulness of a wry smile. She stands at around 5’6 typical height,  her build matching this. Her other physical attributes are hardly average however, many that frequent her shop refer to her as a “perfect goddess” amongst other shallow compliments. Her skin is perhaps paler than the average, making her appearance only more ethereal in its nature. 

Diantha always dresses in an ostentatious manner, showing off her own creations on the most beautiful canvas she has access to, herself. Diantha solely creates clothing in the lolita stylings, most typically gothic. Her own preference tends to be dresses, frilly nightmares to some but the pinnacle of beauty to the seamstress. She most commonly wears ones that are pink or black depending on her mood for the day. Further, she has a few more curious affectations, Diatha’s upper arms are affixed with many small metal studs. They are the fittings for a permanent corset piercing, she has a multitude of colours for the ribbons she can attach, each ending with a metal casing affixed with a gemstone as if they were holy weapons. She rarely wears them without tying them up, believing them to complete her ensemble. It is believed that she put them in herself, and in fact it is said that De Witte’s now offers Corset Piercings to customers.

Personality:
Diantha is a woman who is best described as one who cares only about the now. She is always seeking the next piece of excitement in her life to alleviate her omnipresent boredom. Whether that excitement is derived from the thrills of flirting with an adorable woman, making someone the pinnacle of beauty, or fighting ne'erdowells throughout the night matters not. All that does is that she finds herself sated in that moment and enjoys herself even at another's expense.

Diantha rarely does anything if it won't entertain her in the now, or have near immediate fulfillment of self indulgence. She will not assist another person unless she can gain from that course of action. However, that nature of hers does extend to entertainment. If something proves entertaining enough, she will acquiesce even if it conflicts with her own self interests. Her whims are often dangerous flights of fancy from the mind of a hedonistic seamstress looking only for her own indulgence. She is flighty, and seemingly unpredictable to those who do not know the finer points of her character.

Diantha has little time or care for the words of others, often she forgets immediately what was said to her in a conversation. She doesn't bother to remember people's names, finding them of little consequence in the scheme of her own narrative. Anyone that doesn't beat to the march of her drum may as well not exist in that moment. If she decides that you will keep pace with her, you will until she decides that it no longer holds interest and only then will you be permitted to go on your way.

Flirting to Diantha might as well be teasing to put it lightly. She is not a sadistic individual at least in the sense she doesn't derive joy from physical types of torment or harm. However, mental anguish from the less than gentle teasing she is prone to is fair game. Her reasons mercurial as her whims. Oftentimes she will just find a muse and claim to wish to bring out their inner beauty to its utmost. Many times in a battle she has been observed taking measurements of her opponent's body while blocking anything they bother to throw at her with seemingly little effort. Other times she merely thinks someone deserves to be taken down a few pegs by bruising their ego. She picks fights with all manner of criminals considering taking out her boredom on them to be fair game. Whatever the reason may be, it is known that Diantha's attention will probably end poorly for someone involved as her manic thread weaves its way through the tapestry of the world. Hopefully, you can weather the storm.

Element: Time
Weapon: Diantha’s Holy Weapons are her own Corset Piercings, partially integrated weapons that empower her arms and body to magnitudes beyond human capability. She is capable of blocking physical force trivaly, often using her pinky finger to do so and show her opponent’s just how meaningless their attacks are. She can even use her powers to return projectiles towards her opponent’s by flicking physical ones. When she throws a strike it is so blindingly quick it is as if her arms can be in several places at once and the power of her attacks increases threefold.

Or so Diantha would like you to believe. Her piercings do bely the thought of a Holy Weapon, but they are nothing of the sort. In fact her Holy Weapon is much less exciting to the point of being such a mundane accessory it hides directly within plainsight, right under the nose of any opponent that dare to challenge her to batte. Diantha wears a silvery wristwatch, hands tipped with gemstone. This holy weapon is deceptive as it’s abilities are not immediately apparent to an observer, especially as Diantha has no need to interact with the Chronodial to activate its effects. This allows her to easily bluff that her piercings are her Holy Weapon, her element reading as much different than it’s true form of time. It is often speculated that Diantha is an Earth User of some fashion by others, some less popular theories guess at fire or the traditional Thunder for what her powers do. Many others refute that her powers are super strength at all, and that they are simply strong manifestations of Resilience provided by the Soul Element. Others argue their utter precision requires they be Ice.

The Chronodial is capable of multiplying and actions that Diantha takes by creating a stable time loop. Diantha can multiply the force of an action several times until the force needed to do something is met. When this occurs, all of these actions take place simultaneously. Diantha must have the energy to perform all the actions necessary for this in some form, usually her own body. If she doesn’t possess enough to perform the action, it fails accomplishing nothing. For example, if Diantha possessed a flame that she tried to use to burn her opponent 5 times with, if it only held the potential energy to successfully do so 3 of those times, the loop collapses. If a loop is successful Diantha’s goal succeeds, usually saving her from any harm that would’ve been caused by the action.

Smaller actions are often more effective as even if it requires more to meet the requirements, they typically require much less energy to repeat. However, they require higher precision as a result, as failure would end up being much more catastrophic. Diantha can only apply this ability to herself and objects that are in direct contact with her at the start of the loop.

Virtues:
Faith: D
Diantha sees little to no benefit to faith in particular at least beyond some minor concepts but they hardly define her. If she has a strong faith in anything in particular it would the muses she frequently speaks of. However it is more likely just a method to make her work have more mystique to it than it otherwise may possess.

Love: D
Diantha is not incapable of deeper relationships or caring for another in some way but such a bond is difficult to form with her. Her mind is so focused upon the present it is a nigh impossible task for her to fondly remember someone who isn't around her with great frequency. She tends to be concerned only with the immediate and that which may lead to entertainment. She will throw out anything between her and another if they cease to hold interest for her. Diantha only truly and deeply cares about herself.

Reason: A
Diantha is massively capable of reason to the point she's able to react to any well tread scenario merely on instinct alone. She is capable of calculating her ability to stop a forceful attack on the fly and how to immediately get a rise out of someone in conversation. Diantha can deal with new stimuli in mere moments if she is being serious but despises having to do so. It is rare that she ends up in such a position but when forced she will not falter in her mental capabilities. Elsewhere however… is a different story.

Ego: A
Diantha places complete and utter faith within her own capabilities. Whether it is on the battlefield or in the dressing room, her belief in her own abilities are unshakable. Little could shake them lose without completely destroying who she was as a person, it defines her so strongly. She strives to be the best at her craft of beauty and she firmly believes that she is.

Power: B
Diantha possesses all the tools to wield most any type of influence over another however she only does so when it would prove entertaining or interesting. If it would make someone squirm, within a heartbeat. If teasing someone with beauty they couldn't have presented itself, she'd never hesitate. But, lacking proper motivation it'd never cross her mind.

She cannot turn off her devilish good looks so in part there is some level of ot she simply cannot avoid even if she isn't trying.

Fear: D
Diantha doesn't have a healthy fear of much, nor does she have much, if any, respect for other people. She cares only to entertain herself, others be damned. Those in her presence should be grateful she took notice.

Luck: A
Diantha can and will roll with any punches that roll her way. She is an artist in bending fate to her whims. If fate gives her a bad hand she will not toss it away and curse it. She will instead weave perfection out of what was given to her solely to spite it. The Seamstress can weave the most beautiful garments out of the most lowly of materials without so much as a second thought. Trying to defeat Diantha through the means of setting her up to fail is impossible and only invites her to torment those who would try such indirect methods.

Hope: D
Diantha only cares about the future in the sense of how she can seek and look to more pleasure. She is not interested in making the realm a better place and she cares little about the lives those that come after her will lead. If it is not a chance to find further opportunities to entertain herself, Diantha couldn't care less.

Fortitude: D
In addition to her views on the future Diantha doesn't have any strong feeling for unity either. She has no desire to bring people together unless it behooves her or would intentionally cause strife if it were interesting enough.

As far as Diantha is concerned there are two types of people in this world. Herself, and everyone else. She trusts it will forever remain this way.

Eternity: E
Diantha lives only for the present, she merely seeks to be entertained now and looks for all the instant gratification she can lay her hands upon. She is terrible at self reflection and cares little of upholding the past in any manner. What was is boring, there is nothing to be gained in looking backwards bit glimpsing the rotting corpses of idiots and fools. To Diantha, there is nothing to be gained from reflection. It is stagnation, and one is as good as dead if they fall to it as far as she is concerned.

[RedMageCole]

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Spoiler: A woman who only wanted what was best for her sister (click to show/hide)

Name: First Lieutenant Hildegard Eberhardt
Age: 21

Appearance: Around 5’6”, fairly well-built though not bulky. Has neck-length bluish-silver hair that manages to keep itself straight after being tended to until Hildegard goes off and does something that gets it all messed up. Her blue eyes tend to look droopy quite often, even if she is wearing a smile or even just a smirk. Doesn’t usually care about her outfits, often just throwing on the first thing she grabs out of her drawers even if the shirt and pants mismatch awfully (though they tend to not do so, as she often just wears very plain clothes). When in combat, she does have the decency to wear a breastplate and gauntlets yet not much else.

Personality: Hildegard is a collective mass of poor decisions. She drinks a bit too much from time to time and comes back in a drunken stupor, and whenever there’s an opportunity to gamble she will more than likely take it. She loves a good gamble— the thrill provides her with something that she finds she tends to lack in her otherwise rather dull life. There is also the potential of being able to get some more dough for more savory reasons. She can throw a mean punch if she gets angry, has a hair trigger especially when she’s drunk, and even flirts when she probably shouldn’t (though doesn’t really give her targets of flirting much, not having any particular interest in them).

Despite all of her flaws, there is still a heart within her. Namely, when it comes to her sister Arturia, Hildegard finds the one thing that will make her guilty. In fact, bringing up Arturia will be the only surefire way to actually get her to stop doing whatever poor decision she was making. Her number one goal is to get enough money to get her and Arturia far away from their mother— also her number one motivation for gambling.

Element: Earth
Weapon: A long monk’s spade that is not difficult for Hildegard to maneuver around with due to her just-enough upper body strength. While the flat edge functions as normal, the tip of the crescent edge is able to ‘stretch’ materials out by dragging the tips across an area which she wishes to drag the material. By doing an overarm slash and touching the ground behind her, she can cleave her opponent while smashing them with a large stretched block of earth. If given a sturdy yet thin pole of metal, she may touch it with the tips of the crescent and run in a straight line to create a long, yet still sturdy wall of metal. At any time, she may hit the stretched material in order to send it back into place with a snap— the recoil may also hit targets if they are unfortunate enough to be standing too close to it.

Virtue Assessment
Faith: D
    Whatever hope was once dormant in Hildegard was promptly stamped out by her mother. Even when she gambles, there is always that understanding that she might lose out on her winnings and have to start from square one. Despite all of this pessimism, she knows that there is that glimmer of hope that she may be able to save her sister and help her become a better, and hopefully just a little bit more selfish person.
Love: C
    Though Hildegard’s care for most people is essentially nonexistent, her love for her sister ends up triumphing over anything else. Arturia gives Hildegard the strength to continue on when things seem tough. However, there isn’t much love for Hildegard to spare for anyone else.
Reason: D
    Hildegard’s problem-solving and initiative to actually uncover what is wrong with the Church is limited mostly in part due to her own motivation. She isn’t unintelligent by any means, she just doesn’t care enough to really speak out and do her own digging.
Ego: A
    Hildegard believes that an ego gets you far in this world. People who don’t have an ego are just going to be trampled by those stronger than them; despicable, but unfortunately true. She doesn’t let anything get to her head if someone attacks her character (minus the few occasions where one would compare her to Arturia), and she doesn’t learn from her mistakes very easily especially with all of her bad habits.
Power: C
    Hildegard can sometimes be a bit power-hungry. Though she doesn’t have any sort of power and doesn’t care for it much in the military, she does want to rise above anyone else who gets in her way. She takes satisfaction in beating others in games and fights, and ultimately wants to show her mother who’s the real boss of their family. Otherwise, however, she doesn’t care to change the world around her very much or have a higher status.
Fear: F
    Fear is another weakness that Hildegard does not dare to have within her. If she has fear for even a brief moment in the middle of a fight, then she’s dead. If she has fear for even a brief moment at the table when she’s gone all in, then she’s dead. Fear equals death, and that is simply unacceptable. Alternatively, Hildegard has little respect for those who allow themselves to be consumed by fear without a decent justification for it… such as her sister.
Luck: A
    She doesn’t often cherish how lucky she really is. By being the little sister, she avoided the torment that her mother put Arturia through. Even while in the middle of a gamble, she doesn’t realize that her so-called skill can be brought to some dumb luck. Truly, however, Hildegard’s adaptations are extremely flexible in the face of needing to change. As far as she’s concerned, if something needs to get done then she will get it done.
Hope: B
    Though Hildegard might be considered a pessimist at times and easily gets pretty down on herself, she actually does have a lot of hope for the future. All she can think of is getting herself and her sister away from their mother— when they could do that, they could wake up in the morning without having a nightmare. Sometimes that thought of the future is all that keeps Hildegard from staying in bed in the morning despite what anyone else would say.
Fortitude: F
    There is no sense of unity within Hildegard. As far as she’s concerned, she is by herself and she couldn’t give less of a damn about the Church or its steadfastness of women. All she cares about is her sister’s safety, which meant getting her away from said Church. Otherwise, she is wholly independent and doesn’t want anyone getting in her way. Once she’s done with her service, she’s out.
Eternity: D
    Though she doesn’t really care much about history or even any other time frame that does not refer to the now, she has just an ounce of respect for history. After all, considering Arturia’s interest in it, she pretty much forced herself to get into reading about it. If it helps her survive her service, then she’s willing to learn the basics.

[Twinwolf]

The end of an arc seems like a good time to start setting up a character for the next.

Spoiler: Le gasp, a woman who likes her job (click to show/hide)

Name: Major Estela Lazarri
Age: 19 (Birthday: 02/19)

Appearance: Estela’s about 5’7” with an athletic build, and fairly tanned skin. She has fairly lengthy red hair that she ties up in a side-ponytail, green eyes, and usually has some form of bandage visible on her from where she got hit in a spar or in combat. Estela modifies the usual officer uniform significantly, to accommodate her quick-moving and highly physical style of combat. She wears shorts and knee-pads instead of a skirt. She also goes for good running shoes instead of boots. The coat is shorter, and designed such that if it’s grabbed it will rip away easily so she doesn’t risk it being grabbed. If not in combat, she’s usually wearing the coat open with a tank-top as all she has underneath, foregoing whatever goes beneath. She does keep a stock of immaculate dress uniforms just in case she needs them, even if they’re stuffier than her taste.

She tends to wrap her hands in bandages to avoid bruising her knuckles as she fights, along with keeping her powder on her hands. On one hip she has her holy weapon, which seems like a perfectly normal pouch in which she keeps gunpowder; on the other is a container with a bunch of what appear to be stakes with mallet-type heads, loosely connected to a metal ball. This is custom-made gear for her to fight with; she thrusts the stake into the ground, hits the mallet-head on the back, the vibrations rocket the ball off at high enough speed to use as a makeshift cannon.

Commissioned art for her

Personality: Estela’s had her path laid out for her from an early age. As the first daughter of a military family, she’d definitely go to a top tier officer school, learn her stuff, and do well. Her road’s been fairly determined pretty much from the word go, so it’s a good thing she’s all aboard for it. Estela took to war like a duck to water. While not the most academically inclined, she is still quite intelligent and did well in officer training - turned out all those strategy games with her sisters as a kid paid dividends. She has a good grasp of tactics, how to delegate when a subordinate has greater expertise in a field, where to press the enemy hardest.

But what’s really propelled her through the ranks is combat. She is not only good at fighting, she loves it. She’s right in the fray with her troops, waves of white light carving a path through the enemy as she looks for a good duel. As she goes she’s both loudly enjoying herself, and loudly encouraging her troops to press onward; she’s a confident woman, and has that confidence in herself and the ladies under her command. She’s a fun-loving and competitive woman who lives purely in the moment, and enjoys every second of it.

Element: Force
Weapon: A bag of gunpowder that Estela rubs on her hands before a fight. When she does this, she can imbue any part of her body with force, giving her punches and kicks destructive power. In particular, she works with vibrations; when she punches it sends vibrations through the target; if you’re on the other side of a wall she punches, that won’t protect you; if she lands a hit on the head, you’re going to be lucky if you walk away with a concussion. This makes it dangerous to get close since while Estela’s limited to the reach of her fists, if she manages to land a hit it becomes very easy to land more. The power is triggered by sharp, snappy motion, and gives off a bright white light whenever it triggers.

[AzyWng]

Decided to whip up a character too after a lot of discussion on the Discord.

Spoiler: Totally Not A Mafia Princess (click to show/hide)

Name: Second Lieutenant Mirka Kay
Age: 17

Appearance: Mirka is a 5’6” woman with lightly tanned skin and medium-length black hair that’s tied into a bun. Besides the black band that she uses to put her hair up in a bun, Mirka doesn’t wear any other accessories. Mirka’s hands bear a few scars on them, particularly on the outside near the first two knuckles of both hands.

Personality: Openly Mirka is a rather friendly individual, albeit one who tends to keep to herself. She’s willing to cooperate and even follow the orders of her colleagues if she believes they’ve got a good plan, and outside of the field she is amiable, if rather inquisitive.

In reality, Mirka is someone who prefers to keep her head down, waiting for an opportunity to look good in front of her superiors in order to advance her position. She’s not one to engage in petty rivalries or arguments just for the sake of making competitors look bad, seeing such behavior as ultimately counterproductive. However, if it suits her, she’s willing to deceive people a little - or a lot, using her friendly, cooperative image as a facade to hide her true intentions. She doesn’t hate those she lies to - she just knows it’s all part of the game, and that she prefers to be the winner.


Element: Thunder
Weapon: Mirka’s boots have a set of fancy spurs attached to them. The spurs appear to be made of gold.

Using these spurs, Mirka can channel thunder through her legs to augment the muscles inside, resulting in enhanced speed and strength. Mirka uses this to evade attacks, quickly reach a position, or deliver extremely powerful kicks.

[Sora]

It's me again
And now that i read that i can be a bit more descriptive in my submission, i added and adjusted a couple of things because i felt like the old one was a bit shallow for my writing tastes.

Spoiler: Lady Aurora of the Katrian Military (click to show/hide)

Name: First Lieutenant Aurora 'Aura' Flamine

Age: 17 Years

Appearance: Aurora is a 5'8 tall girl with long and a bit wavy red hair which she takes great care of. Her pale skin which, had to endure more than one just sunburn by now, is only interrupted by the freckles on her outer arms, and the occasional patch of red, dry skin which is mostly found on her hands, hailing from a skin disease she had to carry with herself since she was a child.
Aura's most notable feature are probably her pale blue eyes, which appear to pierce anyone's soul like razors of ice that she keeps eye contact with. Very rarely does she drop this for a more soft and gentle approach, only ever relaxing among people who'm she feels like she can trust (which, given, aren't that many).
She has a slender build, mostly trying to keep herself in check while not bothering too much with working out, she is often deemed to be rather fragile (which she absolutely agrees with, although never openly).
She is aware that she has to wear the Katrian uniform and she does try to follow these instructions to the best of her abilities but despite that, she is still often seen disregarding said instructions (if she isn't in a position where she has to appear formal) to wear a dark red coat that goes all the way down to her knees. It has white Frills on the openings of the sleeves and a white cravat, giving her the impression of someone who comes from a different time period entirely.  Her two most notable arguments to wearing this, the fact she requires pockets and that the usual uniform impedes her mobility (which everybody knows is a lie. She just loves to appear a bit more fancy than it is required) are only meeting deaf ears, so she refers to this clothing choice more in private sparring matches and planned duels.

Personality: A young lady who had always stuck her head in things she wasn't supposed to, Aurora was a known troubled child. Maybe it was the fact she was always compared to her sister, a perfect example of how a woman of her heritage should act, or that she really just caused a lot of trouble. After all, she did a few things she wasn't allowed to and asked questions that she shouldn't even have thought about.
Always being concious about her every step, she now presents herself as an overachieving Individual, never passing by an opportunity to gain more attention. She can be quite dramatic, but that is purely for show off reasons.
Anyone who worked with her knows that she is quite cunning, using her wits and quick thinking  to overcome her very appearant lack of strength. An example of this is that she keeps important knowledge of other people around her in a small notebook (Another reason why she requires pockets in her uniform).
While she is sometimes seen as a hero due to being able to quickly analyze arising problems thrown in her way, she herself believes none of that. Putting herself in the shadow of her big sister, she works relentless towards the day she might eventually surpass her.

Element: Fire

Weapon: Astra solaris is a longsword with very intricate design around it's golden hilt, depicting two dragon heads, one silver one gold, facing one another. The golden dragon has a single ruby crystal embedded into it's eye socket.
 The blade itself glows in a hot white light on it's outer parts, it's 'weak side' and smoothly transitions into a fiery red towards the hilt, it's 'strong side' The weight distribution and shape of the blade allow Aura to make quick, precise cuts and slashes, by sacrificing a bit of it's raw destructive power.
Every swing of the blade leaves a faint heat trail in the air behind it which is difficult to see even outside of the heat of battle. Anything which touches this pocket of air will cause said pocket to instantly ignite with a gout of fire following the sword's traced path. If multiple heat trails intersect then they will detonate simultaneously, and should Aurora land a direct strike, the heat trail left behind by it will instantly ignite. Aurora herself and her weapon do not trigger the heat trails if they move through them, and suffer little more than a warm feeling if they happen to be inside or near a heat trail when it is detonated