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Name: Aebelle Runemind

Age: 15

Race: White Winged Devil

Personality: Innocent, Oblivious

Weapons

Sacred Gear - Dawngate Katana

The Dawngate Katana is a celestial dawnbreaker, slicing through the veils of darkness like a beam of morning light piercing the fog

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The Dawngate Katana is a celestial dawnbreaker, slicing through the veils of darkness like a beam of morning light piercing the fog. It is a bridge between realms, forged from the whispers of ancient legends and polished by the dreams of forgotten heroes. In its blade, the hopes of the sunrise shine, and in the grip, the pulse of the universe resonates, beckoning the chosen wielders to dance with destiny and carve their names into the tapestry of time.

Cherry Blossom Katana

The Priestess' Cherry Blossom Katana was a whisper of spring wrapped in steel, slicing through the silence of the night like a fleeting breeze carries the fragrance of blooming petals

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The Priestess' Cherry Blossom Katana was a whisper of spring wrapped in steel, slicing through the silence of the night like a fleeting breeze carries the fragrance of blooming petals. Each swing unfurled petals of honor and grace, transforming the battlefield into a sacred grove where beauty and violence danced in an eternal waltz, reminding all that even in the heart of chaos, serenity could wield a sharp edge.

Grim: Lock Pistol

In the dim corridors of despair, the lock pistol lay silent, a grim sentinel crouched in the shadows, its metal cold as a forgotten promise, waiting for the moment when hope would falter and the trigger of fate would be pulled

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In the dim corridors of despair, the lock pistol lay silent, a grim sentinel crouched in the shadows, its metal cold as a forgotten promise, waiting for the moment when hope would falter and the trigger of fate would be pulled.

Devil Rank: Bishop

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