Adele Gladieux - Obelisk of Diligence

That one bitch.

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Obelisk of Diligence

DOGS: BULLETS AND CARNAGE -- CAMPANELLA

180 cm (5 foot 11 inches)

69 kg (152 lb)

Her face is rather long, though its features are attractively distributed. Her brilliant blue eyes and slim mouth constantly seem twisted into a scowl, not too far from her usual disposition. Her long, straight black hair reaches down to her waist with her trimmed bangs parted roughly to her left. The angular cuts of her hair, alongside her facial features, give Adele a rather harsh look despite her flawless skin. Her rather tall body is womanly, curvy in the correct places and decently endowed. It’s something she takes pride in, careful to maintain her figure for more reasons than just fitness.

Her usual attire is an orange and black pinstripe suit alongside an open collared white shirt. While she does have casual clothes, there’s rarely a moment she considers herself off duty enough to don them. She usually wears contacts but will, on occasion, wear a set of dark crimson, thinly framed glasses. Similarly, she usually wears her hair unbound, but in a pinch she’ll throw it into a high ponytail. Her Sigil, a massive steel tower shield, is slung across her back via a worn leather strap.

CONSECRO
The Consecro is her life. Her one and only divine purpose. Their doctrine is law and, her interpretation of their cause is the only thing that matters. This isn’t some kind of mere ‘like’. This is a mad dedication that isn’t even rivaled by the most zealous of fanatics.

MICANS NITORE
Possibly the only member of the Consecro whose opinion she values more than her own. Adele doesn’t follow orders. She follows the divine guidance of her glorious leader. Everyone else can basically screw themselves.

FIGHTING
For the cause. For training. For absolutely no reason. It doesn’t really matter. Adele likes to fight people. Beating on them or getting beaten on. The act of violent physical contact is exhilarating to her, something that cannot be replaced by anything in the world. As it so happens, it’s an important part of her everyday life.

SWEETS
Adele has a massive sweet tooth. She’ll ravenously devour almost anything from a handful of candy to an entire layer cake. While she won’t comprise her already loose morals for a bit of chocolate, she’ll certainly listen to a request in exchange. Fortunately she’s extremely active with a ridiculous metabolism.

COWARDICE
People who won’t stand up for themselves, or what they believe, are pure scum in Adele’s eyes. This extends not only to her opponents and random passersby, but to her allies and members of the Consecro. She shows no mercy to those who beg, nor will she help those who’re unwilling to help themselves.

ORDERS
Other than the ones that come directly from the Micans Nitore, Adele will listen to just about nobody. They can, in her own words, ‘go screw themselves’. She will, however, listen to carefully worded requests. So long as they aren’t too sappy or dramatic.

LAZINESS
Sloth is a sin and certainly not one Adele is quick to forgive. She performs her own duties in a timely, efficient manner and expects the same from all those around her. In her eyes, if she has to give someone the order, they’ve already failed in their job. Important tasks should be completed via the initiative of the individual.

VISOREDS
Adele doesn’t hate the Shinigami. Like most of the Consecro, she mostly just ignores their existence. Visoreds, however, are a completely different matter. Regardless of their affiliation, their unique abilities are similar to making a pact with the devil. Evil powers used for good are still evil. And evil was to be purged.

SPITEFUL
Adele constantly does things for the sole purpose of pissing people off. She doesn’t do it consciously; it’s just something ingrained in her nature. She’ll sometimes prevent herself from doing something truly absurd, but mostly it just happens without her noticing. Occasionally she’ll do things that harm nobody but herself in an attempt to prove a point or annoy the crap out of someone. It does make her fairly susceptible to reverse psychology, though.

RUTHLESS
In combat, training, or anything else, Adele is absolutely relentless. She has little time to worry about the sob stories of her friends, let alone her foes, and she rarely stops until her enemies lay crushed unrecognizably in the dirt. Regardless off the difference of power between her and her opponent, she’s willing to bring the full scale of her power to bare in order to completely decimate them. She ahs no qualms about killing men, women, and even children for the cause she believes in.

RUDE
Adele is brutally honest to a point that surpasses that of a normal person. She doesn’t censor herself, speaking what she thinks regardless of her company or situation. If she’s mad at you, she’ll make it known. If she hates you, she’ll straight up tell you. Nothing is sacred. While some people appreciate this straightforwardness, but others just find it rude. Not that their distaste changes anything Adele does.

DEDICATED
Steady effort would be a massive understatement when referring to Adele’s dedication. It goes far beyond what her position’s name, diligence, would suggest. She’s dedicated her entire life to the cause of the Consecros. There is little time in her life for anything else. If, by some absurd chance, someone does manage to garner her respect, they can expect the same fanatical fervor to be wielded in their defense.

HONEST
While it can often be considered bad, Adele is honest. This doesn’t just extend to her opinions of others, but her own inner being. She’s confident with who she is and holds no delusions of her less-than-saintly attitude and actions. When she believes she’s made a mistake, she’ll be the first to admit it. Her lack of hidden motives and clearly worded thoughts can be a little refreshing to some people.

ENTHUSIASTIC
Adele enjoys her work and most of the things that go along with it. Anything she doesn’t like, she doesn’t do. She eagerly and actively seeks out new leads and work, even when others might take a break. Even better is when opportunities to further the Consecro’s cause are presented to her in a nonthreatening manner.

Nope.

Aside from her Sigil, Adele carries a heavy bladed Kukri, blade up, in a leather sheath behind her back. It’s usually concealed by her clothing, but she can draw and utilize the weapon swiftly and effectively. At least for mundane affairs, anyway. The sharply angled blade is forged from folded steel and the polished wooden handle is lightly textured to help retain grip. If nothing else, it serves as an effective utility knife.

name: Scutum Pristis

description:
Scutum Pristis is a massive tower shield forged from the finest quality steel and etched with wispy golden designs that mimic licking flames. It stands well over one and a half meters tall with a width of slightly under half its length. The shield’s sides curl inward giving it a concave shape. The monolithic shield has no boss and is absurdly heavy, though Adele seems to have no issue whirling the thing around like a toy. It was two vertical grips spaced evenly along the back, one high and one low, alongside a pair of wrist straps that are situated on the upper third of the shield. Adele often wears the shield across her back by fastening a leather thong to the pair of vertical grips.

If the shield is damaged by any means, it will slowly regenerate itself. This has a few requirements and can take upwards of a week if the damage is extensive enough. The shield cannot be strained, meaning it doesn’t heal itself during battle, and the largest portion of the damaged shield must be in the possession of its wielder. If the conditions are met, the broken portions are slowly recreated in perfect condition while any broken bits dissolve into Reishi.

type: Strawberry Explosive Jelly

techniques:

For: Sigil
Name: Et Exponunt Dissiliunt (Expose and Explode)
Type: Offensive
Cooldown: 3 posts
Cost: Minor susatains
Range: Self
Description:
The face Scutum Pristis begins to secrete a thick, mucus-like substance that quickly covers the outer side of the weapon. The light red, almost strawberry colored gelatin is extremely sticky, attaching itself to any object unfortunate enough to touch it except the shield itself, which will replace any of the substance lost to other subjects. Scutum Pristis will continue to reproduce the jelly for the next 2 posts. At the end of its 2 post duration, the mucus begins to rapidly heat and expand, climaxing in massive explosion. This includes the face of the weapon itself, though the shield is certainly strong and large enough to protect the entirety of the user. This technique produces an ungodly amount of recoil.

For: Sigil
Name: Et Resonant Reformabit (Echo and Transform)
Type: Offensive
Cooldown: 8 posts
Cost: Major
Range: Medium
Description:
The user smashes Scutum Pristis’s face into the ground with excessive force causing the surface itself to ripple and wave. A radius of 20 meters, and half a meter deep, is immediately transformed into a viscous, strawberry red jelly substance. This sticky mucus is repelled by the user’s own Reiatsu and attracted to all others, causing the user to ‘part the sea’ while any opponents are consumed. The substance itself does nothing but hinder the movements of targets it comes into contact with, attempting to hold them down and restrain them. After a 2 post duration, any jelly that isn’t attached to a Reiatsu emitting creature is dissipated into the air. At the same time, any that does happen to be clinging to something rapidly expands, heats, and eventually explodes.

A HAK or HOH higher than the user’s SEI allows them to easily rid themselves of the jelly via speed or brute force.

For: Sigil
Name: Aperta Et Vomite (Open and Spew)
Type: Offensive
Cooldown: 5 posts
Cost: Moderate
Range: Medium
Description:
Scutum Pristis’s face peels back revealing a roiling maw of light red energy. The circular opening’s diameter is the same as the shield’s width. After a brief delay, a barrage of 10 cm long needles, formed from hardened explosive strawberry jelly, are ejected from the mouth in a wide cone. Once a needle buries itself in any surface, it rapidly begins to heat up, ending in a small explosion that rips apart the wound. All the projectiles dissipate after traveling 10 meters.

For: Sigil
Name: Et Clavum Creo (Spike and Create)
Type: Offensive
Cooldown: 8 posts
Cost: Moderate
Range: Short
Description:
By tapping the base of Scutum Pristis on the ground, the user produces anywhere from 1 to 5 spears of hardened explosive light red jelly. The spikes jet from the ground around the user within 2 meters, piecing anything in the way. Each spear is slightly longer than a meter, translucent, and glows with an odd strawberry light. Once removed from the ground, the spear will exist for 1 post before rapidly heating and exploding. All spears will last for a total of 5 posts before dissipating into the air. The spikes cannot pierce targets with higher HAN than the user’s SEI.

Adele Gladieux was conceived from the unholy union of a married woman and a budding missionary in the rustic hills of France. There was no love, only raw carnal needs, but the mistake was made. Her biological father wanted nothing to do with the babe, nor was he even aware of her existence when he departed to the uncivilized frontier, leaving behind Adele’s pregnant mother to explain the terrible situation to her travelling spouse. Months later, Adele was born at a local hospital. It was an uneventful birth; it certainly wasn’t a celebrated one. At the fervent request of her husband, and amidst a wave of overwhelming guilt, Adele’s mother abandoned her far from her birthplace, still unnamed, on the doorstep of an orphanage in Paris.

Adele was given her name by the caretaker who discovered her – a petite woman with a rather boring past. The name she gave the baby meant “noble”, perhaps the cause of wishful thinking, and she let little Adele inherit her own surname, Galdieux. As a child, Adele was the extreme opposite of what she would eventually become. She wasn’t fussy, nor would she often cry. She lived quite contently among the fluctuating group of children. At least until she grew old enough to walk, talk, and cause mayhem. Then everything changed; proof that you can’t judge a book by its cover.

All the careful supervision in the world couldn’t have stopped Adele from wreaking havoc on the small orphanage. Her metamorphosis from a wee baby into a rambunctious child was sudden and unexpected. Playground scraps and scuffles swiftly became a common occurrence, usually ending in a plethora of scraped knees and crying kids. She became an expert at skirting the various means of punishment and her rebelliousness was left unquelled by the overworked staff members. She rarely got along with the other children; her savage and aggressive nature earned her few friends but many minor cuts, bruises, and glares from the others. She watched as her peers were slowly but surely adopted into families of various stature. She wasn’t jealous – she had decided long ago that she wanted no such faux family.

When she turned 11 years old, Adele was adopted by a middle-class family. There was little fanfare, just sighs of relief and exhaustion as the hopeful family signed the legal documents. They had no idea what they were getting themselves into. It was no real secret that Adele had been a problem child – a rambunctious little devil, as stated by the quartermaster – but the family seemed convinced they could bring about an angelic change in the little girl. Oh how wrong they were. Adele broke things, swore, and fought her new shackles. She raged at the word, at her family, at her life. But mostly she just raged. On seventeen separate occasions she managed to escape the household and travel the eight miles, on foot, back to the orphanage. On the seventeenth time, she family didn’t even bother returning to pick her up.

On Adele’s 13th birthday a new, yet unwanted, face entered her life. Her father, returned from a successful expedition to the Middle East, had not only learned of her existence, but had taken the reasonable effort to track her down. His personality couldn’t have been more radically different than his daughter’s. He was a calm, serious man, dedicated to the spread of God’s word and the order’s protection. What he saw in his daughter wasn’t her fiery attitude or crude mannerisms, but the pure, unbridled potential she possessed. He saw it as his duty to guide her down the correct path. Nothing he did would atone for his sinful mistake, but the least he could do was offer his sole offspring to the Consecro regardless of her own personal will. Despite her vehement protests, Adele was adopted by her father and whisked off to Rome.

Fortunately for her father, Adele had nowhere to run off to. Italy was an entirely new country and, while she was still a child, she wasn’t stupid enough to believe she could walk back. The only thing he had to deal with was her unruly behavior, something he had much difficulty managing. Just because she had nowhere to return to didn’t mean Adele didn’t wander off on her own. With work keeping her father occupied, she would often simply leave the confines of the house, choosing to explore the wondrous city of Rome.

While her father was a Guardian of considerable skill, Adele’s own unrefined power dwarfed her father’s. Even at her young age she was extraordinarily strong, both physically and mentally. It was something the man completely recognized and, to come degree, respected. When he realized he was having no luck taming her alone, he turned to the Vatican, the original purpose he had adopted her. The fierce girl was quickly chosen by a Sigil, though its form was far from the destructive weapon Adele desired. It was a massive tower shield, its staggering weight heavy enough to cause problems for even its own Guardians. Adele herself, the relic’s chosen one, could barely even lug the etched hunk of metal around, let alone wield it as a weapon. And thus, with her newly granted power, she began her long years of training.

Dozens of other trainees came and went as Adele’s raging personality was slowly hammered into a formidable weapon. She initially rebelled against the laborious process, skipping out on the rigorous training and exercises. Soon, however, she realized that the punishment for her hubris took a far greater toll than the exhaustion from her instruction. Similar to her early years, Adele made very few connections with her colleagues, most of them graduating from the program far before her. While her latent power and natural abilities were great, it was a long process reining it in.

Before this point in her life, Adele has lived almost entirely for herself. It wasn’t a morally wrong way to live, at least in her eyes, but it was a flawed one. Her instructor was a good friend of her father and, while it was his job, he was one who cemented her belief in the Consecro’s cause. He was the one who realized and filled the one gap in her life that even Adele herself hadn’t realized existed. Her holy fervor had little to do with the belief in God or the teaching of the church, regardless of how zealously she upheld them. She slowly began to realize that, rather than devoting herself to her own plebian enjoyment, she could serve a much greater cause. In her own way, it was the closest she got to an epiphany in her life.

By the time she was cleared for active duty, 7 years had passed. While her mind and body was dedicated to upholding the word and mission of the church, her methods were far from conventional. Her brutal personality and her aggressive tendencies hadn’t been culled; they had merely been directed with a driving direction. The church had pounded into her a purpose that she had always craved, a reason to live and a task upon which to focus her desires. Adele was immediately granted the rank of Guardian and ordered off to a sphere of influence in North America where she worked under the supervision of her peers.

Her work in her assigned sphere was exemplary. She continued her rapid growth, still making few friends and dozens of enemies. She lived her life for the Consecro’s cause and, while she wasn’t always one for following orders, she was plenty good at her job. Both her physical and technical skill progressed in leaps and bounds. The actual work proved much more testing than the sterile training environments of the Vatican. While her state of mind could easily be attributed to the Church’s training, her combat expertise and prowess were things honed in the fires of combat. After two years, she was promoted to the leader of a minor division of the North America sphere, something very few of her coworkers were happy with; while some appreciated her ridiculous work ethic, others found it stifling.

Adele wasn’t so much as notified of her father’s death until a good year after its occurrence. They weren’t particularly close, however she was grateful for his guidance, regardless of whether she had wanted it at the time or not. His adoption of her had been the start of a major shift in her life. The death was officially as a ‘training accident’, though the situation and information regarding the event was obscured. Adele, herself, suspected foul play. Still, she didn’t press the situation. Instead she decided to return to the Vatican to continue her father’s work.

Adele was a ruthless instructor, far harsher on her subjects than her own instructor or her father had been. Despite her harsh words and brutal training techniques, her intentions were good. She may have been hated by every single Proxy and Guardian that passed through the Vatican, but she produced the best damn warriors the organization had seen. The Consecro had changed her life in a drastic way, something she was more than willing to give her best effort to pass down to the next generation.

When she turned 27, Adele’s devotion and skill was recognized by her superiors in the form a promotion to the vacant Obelisk of Diligence. Among those who knew her, there was much dissent. While her dedication to the cause and her skill with her sigil could not be denied, her historical actions and abrasive personality were enough to cause plenty of opposition to her new appointment. Given the imminent danger, the protester’s complaints were overruled. She was a necessity on the battlefield and, whether they liked it or not, she had something the Consecro was going to need in the coming war.

This is the exact RP sample from Soon-ja's profile. If you want a new one, just tell me and I'll write another.

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Soon-ja had waited hours for night, watching the thin rays of light that shone through the deck slowly dissipate to make way for the encroaching darkness. The rocking of the boat had long since stopped, signaling that the ship had likely run aground. She tightened her grip on her weapon: an unusually large fishing hook. The hook itself was almost as large as her hand and, though the old metal had since rusted from neglect, the terrifying barbed tip was still extraordinarily sharp. The same tool that had helped her village persist for centuries was now her only salvation.

Her current predicament was anything but fortunate; trapped in an unknown boat in an unknown land for an unknown purpose. The curved wooden walls were stuffed with caulk, but trickles of sea water still managed to find their way into the damp hold. The two meter long bench upon which she sat was shared by three other prisoners giving no room to comfortably rest. The rest of the hold was similarly filled with benches, prisoners, and piles of random oddities with perceived value. The only exit from the hold was a single, sheer set of stairs that lead to the deck. And there was always a guard posted on the stairs. It made sneaking out extremely difficult, if not impossible. Past that one man, however, was possible freedom.

Soon-ja’s plan was essentially to disable the one guard and flee from whatever she discovered on the deck. It wasn’t prefect. It wasn’t even good. There were so many unknowns she couldn’t even begin to compensate for them. Regardless, she refused to sit and do nothing. She waved at the man to get his attention, indicating that she needed something. The guard hesitated at first, reluctant to leave his post, but eventually relented to Soon-ja’s constant beckons. The man wearily approached, always keeping one eye on the stairs and a hand on his sword. He spoke, though his words meant nothing to Soon-ja; she couldn’t even speak his language. With nothing to lose, she mustered her courage, took a deep breath, stood, and swung her weapon at the guard’s head.

The barbed hook slid cleanly through the soldier’s cheek, slicing through the skin with a disturbing lack of resistance. Soon-ja froze, her hand still gripping the textured metal, as she stared into the guard’s dark brown eyes. The man’s eyes slowly rotated to stare at the rusted iron hook protruding from under his left eye, his mind slowly processing the horrific event. He raised his left hand and carefully groped the punctured area; methodically feeling his way up the hook to Soon-ja’s shaking hand. His eyes widened as his disbelief was dispelled. He fully opened his mouth, but only a disturbing chocking noise emerged as he weakly attempted to pull back. Soon-ja watched the entire macabre scene in her frozen state, unable to muster the will to even run. The guard pause once more, shivered, and released a demonic howl that seemed to shake the very foundations of the ship.

The man’s unearthly shriek shook Soon-ja back into action; she yanked the hook towards her, bringing her knee up to meet the guard’s folding chest. She’d already set her escape in motion. Stopping here because of one man’s misfortune would do her no favors. Soon-ja felt a splitting pain in her joint as the sickening crunch of bones erupted from the guard’s ribcage. She released her grip on her makeshift weapon and bolted for the stairs towards the deck, stumbling as a fresh flow of blood gushed from her busted knee. The guard crumpled forward onto the bench, loosing a string of unintelligible curses mixed with screams of confusion and rage. The rest of the prisoners looked on with confusion, unable or unwilling to act. Those without the will to move forward would be left behind.

Soon-ja burst onto the deck of the ship, seeing her true surroundings for the first time. The ship appeared to be partially beached and the crew disembarked for the night. The moon shone at full strength, illuminating the shocked faces of the two soldiers posted on the ship, presumably to guard it. There was no time to formulate a proper plan, nor was she prepared to deal with armed soldiers without the element of surprise. Soon-ja proceeded with the only realistic option available: she hurled herself over the side, plunging into the chilly ocean below. The sea water soaked into her already filthy, blood-stained clothes, weighing down her already exhausted body. She floundered momentarily before pulling herself to shore as the guards began to raise the alarm.

She staggered down the beach, all swiftness lost with the ebb of adrenaline. Her knee burned with every step, blood still flowing from between the cracks of the caked sand. In the distance Soon-ja could swear she heard laughing alongside the distinctive crack of matchlock rifles. She barely noticed the sand erupting around her from the impacts of bullets, focusing all her remaining energy on forward movement. A burst of pain erupted from her right shoulder, forcing her into an awkward pirouette that spun her for a full rotation before slamming her face first into gritty sand.

And there she lay, waiting for the soldiers to come finish her off. A few more gunshots rang out along with their accompanying impacts, but then… nothing. A minute passed, then an hour. Nobody was coming. Soon-ja mustered her strength and pushed on, dragging herself through the sand. It took her another hour to drag herself into a small cave in the side of the cliff, away from prying eyes. She struggled to push herself upright, wincing as she placed weight on her ruptured shoulder. Tending to her wounds was her highest priority. Escape meant nothing if she died.

She screamed in pain as her fingers probed around her fresh wound, searching for the projectile. It was a disturbing and agonizing feeling. Her vision flicked and her fingers grew numb, forcing her to stop her fruitless search. Now helpless and immobile, Soon-ja could to nothing but stare at the wall opposite. She could barely twitch her limbs that were quickly losing feeling. The pain slowly subsided to a dull throb as her vision began to blacken. Though her final breath, she managed to grind out her final words. Words that only the cave would hear. ”What a shitty way to die.”

EL-0

HAN: 18
REI: 18
HAK: 22
SEI: 18
BUK: 19
HOH: 16
Points Earned: 1
Total points: 111

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