Angelika Arnwald

[Guest]

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CASE FILE: Amestrian Militant

“For unto whomsoever much is given, of him shall much be required”
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FULL NAME:
→ Angelika Arnwald ( Codename: Noblesse Oblige )

AGE:
→ 22

SEX:
→ Female

BIRTH PLACE:
→ North city, Amestris

RACE:
→ Amesterian

DATE OF BIRTH:
→ 30/12

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HEIGHT:
→ 175 cm (5'74" feet)

WEIGHT:
→ 85 Kg (187 lbs)

PICTURE:
→

Spoiler:

DESCRIPTION:
→ let's handle first her own set of clothes. Usually and almost always she is dressed in military uniform. Black, crimson and golden.

Her military uniform covers all of her creamy soft and silky skin. Well, There is the leather uniform military black dress with golden black collars that reaches under her hips just at mid-thighs. A noticeable golden belt that wraps well her waist and another chest belt with a golden plate. The belt reaches her upper back to be connected behind with the dress to ensure that her breast are kept in their place while in movement specifically when running and jumping.

The dress though doesn't cover her shoulders instead it covers her neck and upper back as well without covering mid-back. The dress is outlined with golden color and buttons as well. Her thighs is covered by a very well made black chain mail that reaches her knee. From her knee, you shall see her leather - plated with steel - high heeled long boots that reaches her knees with a remarkable looking pads in black and gold.

Her Sleeves is connected to her dress through leather strings with it's end at her lower arm flipped to show a nice work of markings in gold and crimson. A glove of black - flipped at it's end too - covers her slender tall fingers with long trimmed unpolished finger nails.

A cape in outer black and inner crimson covers what remained uncovered by her dress. The cape doesn't leave her back through the means of a golden cloth string connecting the cape from the front. A golden pads adorn the cape at the shoulders.

She may wear other sets of wares if the situation arises.

Now, time to talk about her facial features. Her face is actually unique and remarkable in a way of sense. She has her ivory straight silky that reaches her hips, it must be mentioned that ivory bang crowns her head with strands lying peacefully over her shoulders covered in leather. Her heart shaped face color is creamy white however of a higher degree than her hair.

She has a ferocious untamed shaped eyes Amber colored that of a tiger in wait to leap over it's unaware hunt soon to be victim. In short, she looks intimidating supported by her strong charisma. Her eyebrows are certainly well drawn - taking the same color of her hair - and in tandem with the eyelashes adds more to her untamed ferocity. Her lips - well shaped I might assume - is a lesser than her creamy white hair and trying to assume the mantle of red but once you see her lips you have to wonder, Is she thirsty for blood ?

Her prideful nose blends well with her other facial features as well as her ears dressed in strands of ivory hair.

Now concerning her bodily physical features. Her proportions are mid-high. Her stature resembles that of nords of the skyrim. and since she is born in North city and lived most of her life in ice and snow she became resilient to them to a great extent. She is born to fight and that is evident by her monstrous strength and endurance given her by providence. There is a strange air of nobility surrounds her though she is not a noble by birth.

Regarding her voice. I am using the voice talent of Sayaka Ohara as she voiced Selvaria bles in the Valkyria Chronicles. She acted with a strong and steadfast voice which is really perfect for a role in the military. For those who didn't play the game, she voices "Erza Scarlet" in fairy tail.

Additional notes: She doesn't put perfumes. She doesn't put makeup, She always wears a black elitist trench coat with her insignia drawn on it's right side upper arm. While in military uniform her sabre 'Blutsauger' never her waist

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PERSONALITY:
→ From past to present:

From past:

The past has gone leaving no trace behind. I made sure that my tracks are covered.

To present:

After being in coma and a near death situation. I Knew the importance of double edged weapon known as time where she needs to put in use more efficiently. And so I decided to follow my own new made set of rules..

I shall be smarter, I shall be stronger. My motives are my own, and no one shall know about them. The others are my tools, The others are not obstacle, I am untraceable. I shall be there before they know it and they will never see it coming. I shall be always there even if I am not, because they will always tell me. And of me, they will know somethings and many things they will not. I shall tell them what they want to hear, what I want them to hear and with time with the many faces of truth they will believe it. They will always want to make me close because of many many things. I shall be pragmatic, calculating, I shall seek opportunities, use them wisely and efficiently. I shall uphold the cold rules with a resolution forged in steel. I shall claim my prize sooner or later. No, I shall claim it when I see fit.

Actually, I was like that before and I am about to get better. I was born donning the mantle of nobility though I am not noble by birth. Strangely enough, I am a conversationalist and can easily guess what the other may think. Maybe because of the great amount of literature I read or maybe because of my chosen profession but it served me well. I always have a friendly attitude with a cheerful smile on my face that will let the others quickly trust me. This will make it easier for me to access information or back stab if need be. My charisma is not about sheer force, it is about manipulating the others to do my bidding. I am really patient and I take time building rapports that will sooner or later serve my purposes by planting my seeds of corruption in them.

And with the beginning of time my love for 'blood' grew. As it became daily occurrence and phenomena for me to see. Eventually I loved the 'violence' that accompanied 'blood'. And I accompanied both of them in the early days of my life until my master that I am loyal disappeared. Unable to see my dear friends again I had to adapt so I resorted to their cheap imitations satiating my deadly urges for the hunt. However If I see my real old friends again, I may turn into a killing machine. And when I revel in others death and eventually leave nothing in my wake. Then I shall kneel and pray for the slain from whom I took their souls guiding them to the afterlife...For I am the Noblesse oblige.

I have a dream of my own as I am fascinated by technology and science seeking to improve myself through them. I am planning to clad myself in them preparing for that moment to come...for my Master to return back home.


LOVE:
→ The Silmarillion, The hobbits, The Children of Húrin, Lords of the rings, fantasy literature in general. Castlevania, vampire the masquerade : bloodlines, The elder scrolls specifically Skyrim - yeah she plays games -, Amestris and amesterians, Fencing, Blood and a lot of it spilled, fighting a fight by all means handed and underhanded, Sabres, violence, deus ex, Adam jensen, claymores, vampires, Aerugese cuisine, strength, success, dragon age, Warhammer, Tactics and strategy, half-life, counter-strike, Team fortress.

HATE:
→ Enemies of Father, Non-Amestrians in general, Ishvalans, Cretans, Non-Amesterians in general..., Sour things, Amestris foes, Amestris rivals, Those who try to stop Amestris from being a leader nation, liquors, pork. weakness, failure, her foes, her rivals, those who will try to stop her advance.

DEEPEST SECRET:
→ Her secrets are buried deep. - History -

IDOL:
→ Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater, Vater.

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HISTORY:

*BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP*

*ZZZZT* *Chick* *CHOOOOOOOOMP*

We are losing her...

Crimson eyes looking lifeless into the room's ceiling surrounded by others who want to revive her. She felt her body get shocked just a second ago as two metal plates went for her chest to rapidly bounce upward then slamming back to her bed.

CLEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR

She was slowly seeing her memories before her when she was child and when she became older but none of that is of our concern. What led her here ? That is the question.

Couple of days ago.

Angelika is actually not your Amesterian model militant. And corruption stroke deep and she took a part in this long rotten chain. For the money, she was in for the money but corruption doesn't make you a criminal since everyone is taking pieces of the cake. Amestris was blown away just months ago. Money was flowing in for the sake relief efforts. She has to receive a convey at west city and deliver it to certa. Take a rate of whatever the convey was carrying and go sell it black market or keep it for herself. Yeah, she was not the model militant, she was in for the money still she fought in the recent wars. So simply she does her job with an extra for her pockets.

The convey arrived, She signed and took over taking her seat beside the driver and thus began her silly guarding duty. Everything was going as usual, She picked 'Children of hurin' and when she was just about to begin reading. She asked the driver the same old question.

So what is the merchandise this time ? olive oil ?

I don't know, they didn't tell me this time. you can check at the back of the car.

Yeah, Right. She really wanted to be olive oil. It is really nice addition and gives a nice to food. you can put it on various types of salads and practically on everything out there. She got in her military suit to the back of the truck. She saw the sealed boxes and her gloved hands eventually reached for them.

Ah, Please. Surprise me.

And as anticipation glittering her eyes and with that lovely sound of *TRICK* she opened the pandora box and indeed she was surprised for in front of her was a timed C4 charge. The good news is, it is supposed to blow after 10 minutes. The bad news is, that once she opened the box that time began rapidly decreasing. She didn't think twice, she is getting out NOW.

Get out... she shouted a hasty advice while approaching the backdoor for inevitable jumping out. She found herself in mid-flight making this emergency landing on the hot grey asphalt on her side shielding herself by elbows and knees. When she stopped rolling, the truck went exploding. And it seems the man didn't make it out.

Three hours ago...

So it seems this explosive was meant to blow up an Amesterian camp along the course of their route but for what end ? that she was going to know. She was wearing over usual military uniform a black elite trench coat with a hood with it's shadow covering her face. She didn't want herself to get exposed. She has been framed and wanted dead or alive for being accused to be a terrorist. That she is the responsible for the explosion. On the previous days, She checked on the other militants who guarded the cargo before to find them all dead. Someone was playing clean house. She too is a target and Assassins are after her, she killed two of them until now.

But the assassins she didn't fear, what she really feared for particular someone to show up. Parents nowadays tell their children that he would show up to eat them alive if the didn't behave well. And the whole military wet their pants once he is around. Someone combines violence and orifice to something really scary. He is the chief of security corps. The experienced Nikolaus stuka, that guy tend to pop up in the most dire of moments and he always knows the deepest of your secrets. She prayed hard that he wouldn't show up, she really didn't want to be at the end of his shotgun barrel.

The matter at hand is simply to clear her own name for her ultimate and ulterior goals to come true. She needs this name cleared.

Her next destination was a night casino in central city. Her search led her there, an informant that may know who was behind the explosives she found. She was stopped by the gate guard guarding this underworld-ly establishment. Where is your invitation ? She kept her hood covering mostly her face with him only seeing the lower of her face. I don't have invitation but I have a pass code?

A moment of silence passed What is the color of the night ? she eventually answered Sanguine, my brother he led her but he didn't lead through the casino main doors instead he led to the back door. Mr. Makarov is waiting for you inside. he opened the door for her Give me your weapon, please ? Tsk she obliged giving him her HK USP elite for there was no other option. She needed to meet the man inside.

A dark room mostly in shadows of that faint lamp directing it's weak light to a humble small table with two cups of glass and a filled bottle of probably liquor. A man there was waiting sitting on one of the two chairs. The vacant one was opposite to him on the other side of the table.

Sit.. he said in his strange amesterian. A drachman he was and that is pretty clear and evident from his way of speaking. She couldn't clearly see his face since he was out of the spotlight range still she stepped forward to the mentioned chair to take a seat.

I am here seeking information...

Angelika Arnwald...a fugitive seeking to prove her innocence. he said. Ok, he is an informant so gathering information is his profession still how did he know her. A question that shall not remain an question. I have been order to to liquidate you. oh, so he is an assassin too. She felt two hands each pressing hardly on each shoulder of her to keep her sitting. So they were not alone after all.

Would you like a shot of vodka ? telling the forced guest.

No thanks I don't drink... she said sarcastically though she really didn't drink liquors but his sense of hospitality humored her in a way.

Hmm...I have my own of doing things...I really like to play with my victims a little game. then he picked up something from somewhere and as his hands reached to the light. She began to see the features of that thing in his hand. Something heavy, something shiny...something that kills with one, will at least in resident evil.

*Dung* he slammed the thing on the table...

Then he continued with great anticipation Drachman roulette. that heavy thing was a revolver. She knew that the option of 'No' is dimmed and can not by any means be chosen since that Makarov guy is the assassin and the two behind her are probably his honorable assistants. So if she says 'No' she will get a new unnatural hole in her head.

I know Drachman roulette...but since this is a game then there should be a prize.

True enough...The information regarding who sent me after you will be in this bag under condition that you defeat my assistants after my death.

Good enough, let's start then..

She is lucky, the man they sent after her didn't kill her though he had the chance to spill over her grey matter. He missed his chance forever. She picked the revolver. She rolled the magazine, she heard it rolling with her excellent hearing skills. She knew that the bullet was aligned with the barrel in it's magazine. She is truly lucky, so instead of aiming at her own head she aimed at Mr. Makarov's head.

*BANG* and bullet raped his head to no end with his body falling heavily to the ground taking the chair with him to the pit of his own blood. His assistants were shocked, they didn't have to question how she knew that the bullet was ready. She with her monstrous strength stood up with them unable to contain her. A kick that combined both lightening speed and mentioned strength launched to the knee to the the guy on her left. He fell to the ground with a shout of agony and that when she gave her undivided attention to the guy on her right who was trying to pull his gun but alas she was too fast for him. Using her fist, she went boxing matrix style towards the assistant's chest breaking his rips in every strike she dealt. Ultimately, Delivering a dual paunch that sent the man flying to the wall. At this point she divided her attention to the man with the broken unable to move, he was simply the perfect prey. Her both hand reached for him. One towards his shoulder to serve as a support and stepping stage for what to come. The another one grabbed him his head. With a powerful swing in the wrong and hazardous direction, she broke his neck.

As for the other one whose back embraced the wall or vice versa was not able to breath any longer due to his fractured ribs and soon death will be his inevitable fate and so to spare him the pain her right high heeled boot contained well contained his nick then she forcefully tilted her leg in turn tilting his neck giving this *fop* sound. She took the whole heavy bag and reached for the closed door waiting for the same person who guided her in to open from the other side. *Tririririck* *Shock* he opened the door in quick as he thought he was going to clean a blood mess only to greeted by a bag swung at his face, losing his balance he fell to the ground only to receive continuous unmerciful hits that ended his life I will take my gun back, thank you. as her other hand reached for her gun in his waist. Then she threw him inside. She gathered the bodies in a corner. Poured the Vodka over them, then she lit a fire and left them be in this mostly vacant room. They will take their time burning, that what she thought once she closed the door behind as she headed out.

I shall pray for your souls.

Dasvidania...Comrades.

2 hours ago...

At a cabin outside of the central city to the north. There where the paper led her. A group of high ranked officials took shelter within not from the cold outside but from prying eyes and unwanted attention. They were burning a lot of documents in it information can prove some people innocence and condemn others as well.

Two guards at the front gate or actually blacked-out guards. A footsteps can be seen in the fragile snow. A door slightly opened, someone taken as shield, Gun-shots heard, bullets missing their target becoming friendly fire. Blood decorates the carpets. A file burned and many others taken. The file belonged to a fallen Angel and the other belonged to the devils. Then the fires of retribution claimed all except for one. Same footsteps can be heard on the fragile snow hailing from the opened door leaving behind a genocide as fallen snow covered all trace.

1 hour ago...

At central city, The angel there again descended to the realms of the heavily guarded head quarters surrendering herself. She was taken in and interrogated and with the files in her custody, she was able to prove her innocence from the tentacles of false charges of treason. As for being corrupt, no one knows really about. Her secret is buried with the dead. Then why those officials played clean house ? The explanation she heard was because the military's power was being diminished in Amesteris by the election of the new chancellor. They decided to wipe all evidence lest they get charged.

She found herself outside the HQ - knowing that her prayers have been answered - breathing the cold air but for some reason the same cold air tasted differently since she was free Though She would really miss the free olive oil and the money. Out of the gates and in deep thoughts of what to do next.

That is when another one of them appeared in front of her. He was certainly maniac enough to show up in front of central HQ itself. The one sent to kill her had his gun already readied while she wasn't. Trying to reach her gun, she heard a gunshot and she felt her warmth slipping away from her. The bullet messed her heart still it passed through her body like a knife cutting a butter. She made a reverse bow *aerugese style* to fall on to her back as red roses of Chrysanthemum began blooming from the snowy barren ground. And this was the time when her worn eyes saw the stars in the sky. And she found them to be amazingly beautiful.

She made a grave mistake for not being cautious.

Her last memories was of her rank being called and some gun shots..

Now.

CLEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR

The doctor assistants cleared away to give him the path to administer the last shock. She didn't see them through her eyes. It was as if her soul was hovering them from above, she saw them trying to revive her through eagle eyes.

To tell the truth, there were two lies in the previous context. Angelika was not a corrupted militant, she knew about those corrupt and accompanied them to gain the money needed for her future plans. So doesn't this make her corrupt ? No, because the second lie will clarify everything. Angeilika's recent incidents were mere indication of what she can and what she can't do. And I assure you she can do too much and she can do a lot of things.

Then why she is lying on what seemed to be a deathbed ? A motivation for her not to lose cautious again. Mistakes are good, you learn from them. But doing them again is stupidity. Then what? Well, I can tell you that she never experienced such situation before. She was never the prey actually she was the hunter. Truth to be told her past is more important than the current incidents and so in such state..her soul began to remember.

Couple of years ago..

A smaller version - in her late teens - of Angelika was sleeping - or really rather not - in a metallic bed inside a numbered '1985' vacant room. A new red dawn signaling a new red day. A beep can be heard and the doors were automatically opened. Her bare feet slapped the ground as she found herself out of the door to find others the same of her age.

They were led to a room with lockers. Everyone took what was prepared for her or him. An old assault rifle parts that yet to be assembled was in store for her along with a normal cloth military suit that offers no kind of protection. Strangely enough a clip with no ammunition in it. Then a group of ten were to a sand based arena where different ammunition box were scattered everywhere on the soon to be battlefield.

A voice can be heard loud and clear. You have one minute to assemble your weapons, the gates will be opened and you will face what will come at you. The candidates looked at each other. One minute is a suicide to assemble old weapon. Every one had a different weapon. So even if one falls, you can't use his ammo. But it was always like that. Fight against impossible odds was everyday occurrence. This test is probably a test of speed, agility and reflexes.

Start.

Well everyone began and Angelika was no different. Five of the group were not able to assemble their weapons. This could prove problematic. The desperate can act unwisely. 45 minutes are left. The fallen angle spoke her words Why not gather the ammo around while we finish assembling. They started to do that almost immediately since it is more the logical act to do and that way a meaningless slaughter can be avoided between each others and from the imminent threat.

The observers kept making their notes. 15 seconds left and no one was able to assemble. Angelika's hands were working fast but her mind was working seamlessly between assembling the weapon and knowing what kind of ammunition it needs.

Time ended, gates opened and wolves were unleashed. Bad news, really bad news. A fast opponent against old weapons, they would have fared well if they had knives. Keep together. A wolf only attacks who leaves the flock. She was keeping her cool. Their enemy are wolves not bears. They will take a while to perform an all out attack still some of the group panicked and panic in these situations is a sign of death. And death it was. Many members fled in many directions. Still she kept assembling and voila, her weapon was ready. She dashed to the weapon stash to find a wolf intercepting her path lunging into her. Where she had to use her weapon a baseball bat hitting it hard with the weapon handle neutralizing her target. Well, that went good until now. She picked the bullets, slid them to the clip and equipping it to the gun.

She began to shoot like it was the end of days...

First stage completed with three being able to assemble. three killed and three injured. A beep can be heard and a door was opened to the next stage. Angelika knelt and prayed for the fallen and dead. Then she headed to stage 2. The test will be about speed, agility, reflex and finally and most importantly strength.

Stage two. Pick your favorite melee weapon and go kill some chimerae. Oh, really ? yeah, really. She picked a claymore as they found their way to the entrance of a roman gladiator arena. Where chimerae were waiting for them inside and those who survived acting as the invading part. Each two were connected by long chain of handcuffs. She faintly smiled apparently whoever prepared this exam was a fan of Gladiator. Her partner was an injured guy which was really bad news.

This stage is more simple than the first one. The objective is to survive... good luck.

They can see and hear the shadows through the wooden door and big metallic ball being swung. The door opened and they rushed in like it was Normandy with weapons drawn and shouts. The first one got hit by the ball really hard - Really gladiator - Her partner was staggering unable to move easily found himself as a target by a chimerae's blade coming from above like black rain bringing death. The blade found it's way through killing him however that gave the chance for Angelika to cleave with her claymore the chimerae waist only to follow-up with another quick cleavage attack finishing the chimerae for once and for all still the menace didn't end here. The young girl cut her partner's hand to move freely. Now she has a claymore and a hand wipe How - convenient - she went slice, dice, hack and slash.

And so second stage ended with only two left, Mr. Katana and Mrs. Claymore. And it's third stage time. The last survivors went to another vacant arena except the fact that water reaches their waists limiting their movement to a great extent. Now given dual guns and their favorite choice of melee weapon. Standing both in the center they heard the same uncaring voice.

Give your backs to each other.. the candidates complied.

Only one of you too is getting out of here alive...death match begins in 10 seconds.

Well, well, well. The first two stages involved some sort of team coordination in it, But now they need to kill each other throwing away the understanding between they developed in a second moment plus it was a test of stamina and endurance. But it doesn't matter. She is not here to survive, she is here to eliminate all competition. But why is she there ? As far as she can remember, she was there from the beginning, the beginning of her life. It was meant for her to serve someone of a great importance. They trained her on daily basis on many fronts. Yes, yes...she will eliminate all competition to get to the top.

3..2..1

The two turned to each other guns drawn firing and evading by pushing the other's guns away to avoid the bullet before it even leaves the barrel. Mr. Katana's face showed no emotion, he was very cold and calculative. Mrs. Claymore on the other hand showed great delight, she was certainly enjoying this.

"1985" is quickly adapting to her opponent's style. If he couldn't kill her in gun phase, she will rape him with her claymore. One of the observers commented as they watched through the eyes of the camera.

And so comes the moment of moment of the *trickrickrick* both were out of ammo, it is blade time. Mr.Katana left his guns and went for his katana on his waist one for the sheath and the other for the hilt to make a drawing cut however he was not able to draw it. Why ? because her boot with the great force of her leg was pressing the hilt making it impossible for him to draw and not that only. Her hands went back for her claymore and with such stance and with such strength. Both gave her the momentum to perform her heavenly punishment as her opponent unable to do anything but to observe her in awe. Punishment delivered by splitting him in half.

And then with her hand holding her claymore hilt she directed the tip of her blade to ground as assuming knight praying pose with water reaching her neck and began praying.

So, what is your decision gentlemen ? one of them said.

I think she passed her initiation test ? she survived thirty days with a three stages test each day. Another said.

Still I don't understand. Why is she praying ? Does she sympathize with her enemies ? The third said.

I don't think that this is the case. The first one said.

She proved herself. Now where shall we send her ? Desert of Ishval ? Frozen lands of briggs ?

Doesn't matter. All are deadly. I will enjoy interviewing her if she survives. They all nodded to each other in agreement. And so the voice came out of the mic. 1985, you may proceed. You will be given instructions to your next labor in the next room.

One year later after her initiation test and surviving against impossible odds.

'1985' foundd herself in front of a room. '1985', In the next room, you will find three choices of weapons. Choose only one and kill his enemies. You can see his enemies through the window according to that you will choose your weapon.

The door is opened...In front of her was an assault rifle, a grenade and a claymore. Through the window she can see children in the age ranging from nine to twelve as that what her eyes told her. And her her eyes told her too that they have no experience in combat. They were simply non armed innocent children So she chose the claymore, her judgement will be swift and her strikes will be true and soon she will send them to the afterlife.

She picked the claymore and the door was opened automatically signaling her decision of choice. They looked at the newcomer who in turn reached the end of the room in ten seconds leaving behind ten headless bodies.

May your souls rest in peace... She assumed her knight prayer pose again.

And another door was opened...

And she eventually entered...

A vacant room with a huge mirror, she reached the center of the room with a trail of blood following her as it fell from her claymore's tip and there she assumed that knight praying pose Why ? because she knew that on the other side of this mirror the observers were watching her.

'1985' why did you choose the claymore ? The grenade would have saved you a lot of time ? That same uncaring she heard a year ago was heard loud and clear from the mic.

I am not going to waste a bullet on those helpless children. The same goes with the grenade.

Helpless children ?! you slaughtered those helpless.

Those who are labeled as his enemies deserves nothing else than death. I shall dye the ground with their crimson, I shall paint the walls with their scarlet and I shall spray the air with their vermilion. And all shall be for his sake. This is my vow. This is my oath.

A last question...we noticed that you pray almost after every battle. Why is that ?

I show courtesy to all both friends and foes...For I am the Noblesse Oblige.

A long moment of silence passed.

'1985' We bestow on thee the name of Angelika Arnwald, You are now one of the upper echelon. Your body will be augmented to help in your future endeavours.

May you serve father well.

Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen. She continuously said in vigor.

The hovering soul remembered the given oath and knowing that her time has not come yet began to descend ultimately reaching for her own body.

*CHOOOOMP*

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*

Her pulse is back, Keep the pressure stable

After fifteen days...

Angelika was discharged from the hospital. The assassin who shot her was able to flee on that eventful day only to be found gruesomely killed after sixteen days from the shooting. The killer's identity remained a mystery.

What about her past as an agent ?

she showed excellence in any field regarding combat whether CQC - close quarters combat - or ranged. Her role easily fit the profession of storm trooper. With her augmentations that heightens her reflexes and reactions she was capable to assume the mantle of point-man. As she perceives time differently than others or rather is able to see forward and anticipate how they will act always giving her the advantage of acting first making it easy for to dispatch them quickly.

Her targets were rogue alchemists and cells that tried to incite rebellion against the father's regime. Her field of operations were within the borders of Amesteris and didn't have the chance to perform any activity outside the state as she deployed in the last days of father's rule.

What now ?

Right now, Angelika takes the role of an upstanding militant who uncovered corrupt high officials seeking the rise within the ranks of the military concealing her true identity as an agent of father pulling strings from the shadows, planting seeds and setting the environment.

Where to ? what her plans ? Why she was collecting money ?

Any information regarding that can not be disclosed.

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TRIVIA:
-Her code-name is 'Noblesse Oblige' which translates to Nobility Obliges. This essentially means that one who is considered noble present themselves as such.
-She is extremely skilled in the use of claymores and sabres.
-She is highly skilled using any kind of weapon due to the rigorous daily training she received. Not only she can fight without weapons bare hand in CQC delivering stunning blows followed by finishing moves.
-She has great interest in machinery and automails and currently studying them. Her battle armor is her invention.
-She was suited to be a point-man within the Storm troopers - Father's phase -
-As a human, she is born a monstrous strength and great endurance. and that was furthermore honed when she undergo survival tests in Ishval deserts and briggs frozen barrens.
-Her augmentations gave her the ability of 'Slow motion'. She perceives time differently than others with her heightened mental reactions and body reflexes making her always step ahead of her foes by quickly analyzing their next move and act accordingly making it easier for her to adapt to their style of combat.
-It is interesting to know that if anyone engage her in melee combat will make her use her blade - The nobility obliges -
-She the least experienced among the remaining agents of father since she was deployed in his last days.
-She is a natural motorcycle biker.
-She has a scar in her chest due to her new injury though the doctors offered to make a cosmetic surgery, she refused leaving it as a reminder to be always cautious.
-Her knight praying pose
-Chrysanthemum is her favorite flower.
- Reason behind the name, Angelika: Angelic, a sign of her nobility, Arnwald: Eagle power, a sign of her strength. Blutsauger: Blood sucker.


→ She speaks Amesterian, Ishvallan and currently learning Aerugese and drachman.

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ALIAS:
→ Crimsonblade

OTHER CHARACTERS:
→ Shimazu Makoto, Nakajima Tomoe

CREATOR'S COMMENTS:
→ My third character is ready *Bows* Domo yoroshiku onigaishimasu

FACE CLAIM:

Code:

[b]Valkyria Chronicles[/b]/[i]Selvaria Bles[/i]

CUSTOM RANK:
→ Leutnant

OFFICIAL TITLE:
→ Stoßtruppen

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[Guest]

Overhaul is complete. Thanks very much for your wait and patience. Kindly review My character. I shall be happy to answer any question given.

[Dai]

A P P R O V E D

Love it, love it, LOVE IT~ You have a wonderful way with words!

[Dai]

Rolling Rank~

[Dai]

The member 'Dai' has done the following action : Rank Roll

'Lieutenant Roll' : 8

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