Flame-Chaser Profiles (Chapter 29)

Elysium Everlasting contains descriptions of the Flame-Chasers that includes thoughts on their beginnings and thoughts on their ends. For simplicity, they will all be kept here, but they will also be added to the corresponding character pages.

### Kevin Kaslana

The hero's life is a lonely one.

Kevin never wanted to be a hero.

It all started with a hasty escape from the collapse of his home. As a youth, he became a scale on the moth's wings: carrying with it the glow of an apocalyptic star. And so he joined the counterattack against the disaster. Countless invasions were met with countless resistances.

The more you wish to protect, the less you save. Devastation swept through the city like a storm, consuming what remained of civilization and turning his heart cold.

At the cost of his humanity, he lost all weakness and bid the past farewell. The only thing to remain the same was the will to carry it all on his back. Ice and fire became blades, cutting through the enemy and stifling the cries of those trapped under the crimson ice. Such a chill makes traveling with others difficult – leading to loneliness. He remembers those that came before: his friends and companions.

But all of that can only serve to slow him down.

Kevin is always alone, but never a hero.

### Elysia

The girl is like a flower in bloom.

She is as bright and vibrant as a flower – and just as deeply loved.

The scales of a moth reflect her ingenuity.

She sits atop the Thirteen Flame-Chasers, subtly maintaining order. Even amidst civilization's imminent demise, she remains at ease – quick and cunning – merrily chirping away.

Some say she's as elusive as smoke. "You can catch more flies with honey than vinegar." Few can guess what she's thinking, and it only takes one small misstep to end up in her trap.

Some say she's clear as crystal. "You can't will what you will." She is steadfast and always true to herself.

But just as there are those that do not love a flower in bloom, there are those that do not believe in that which doesn't change. Doubt casts a halting shadow over her ankles and keeps her from moving forward. The crystal blossom is mired in a deep haze of uncertainty, and yet she continues to smile.

No one quite knows the meaning behind such a smile. But the unknowable future is fast approaching.

### Aponia

She listens to the gods in the darkness: one foot in the light, the other in shadow.

In a world at dusk, where evil runs rampant, she struggles to protect the weak – the shimmer of light against the gray. But what she protects has become her prison, the salve she offered, her poison. That which she kept safe began to burn her hands, shackling her in a dark cage.

In that strange darkness, her resolution serves as a candle.

It is only because she sees the threads of fate. The threads of her life weave the future, marking every passing moment clearly. She attempted to create order with her Disciplines, but fate can be a tricky thing. The more she tangled the threads, the tighter they became; the more she plucked at them, the more unruly. Under the countless piles of bones, she realized fate remained immutable - immobile. She was unable to make anyone's life change.

The threads continued to intertwine, weaving into a tight cage around her. Now, the tapestry is almost complete, and so she quietly waits for the final judgment and her own end.

### Eden

The Mu continent's singer of legend: Eden's time began with a song, and so ended with a song.

There is no need for details about the past; her name once shone like the crown jewel of a brilliant civilization's history. That was until a sudden fire swallowed it all.

The nation's beauty was razed in fire, its singers choked by the smoke. Disaster and death now tinged the past glory with a haze of fear. The pearl has lost its luster, the curtain has fallen, and few recognize the gem for what it once was.

But the melody plays on.

In the very end, it is her song mournfully reverberating – echoing without an audience – now a dirge.

Everything has fallen with that once-great civilization. But amidst the smoldering ruins, she carries on singing, stretching her song to the end of time.

That purpose is hers alone.

Fame, wealth, and ambition all shaped her song. She gives everything she has left to it.

In doing so, she makes a memorial of those times, eventually becoming the times themselves.

### Vill-V

She is the ever-amazing magician.

The curtain goes up, and with the flick of a wrist, the fantastic overcomes common sense. With the gnashing of gears and roaring of steam, the unattainable becomes real. Physical laws are shattered and reformed in her hands.

With childlike wonder, Vill-V teeters between the normal and abnormal, devoting her life to momentary shock and applause.

She is a born performer – the world her stage, and all the things in it her audience. She becomes a moth's scale, winding into a helix of amazement – putting on a show to shock the world.

Hers is a life of challenge and praise, but none doubt its radiance.

But when the curtain falls and the stage is broken down, solitude returns to the vivacious actor. Few know this side of Vill-V. Her life was divided into so many fragments, scattering light.

No one really knows the face behind the dappled mask, just as no one knows her life full of twists and turns. She didn't care to explain.

This is the pride that comes with the stage: the pride of a performer.

### Kalpas

Ungodly.

Strange.

From the moment he came into this world, Kalpas and everything around him has been out of order.

Whether it's his extraordinary strength, or the mask hiding his real face, his presence is enough to leave anyone in shock. His natural talent has become like a cage.

Hatred and ire... deeply engulf him, but also leave a chip on his shoulder. His anger would turn him into a fire – roaring and growing – devouring everything in its path. But instead of fire, he becomes a moth chasing a flame, surging within its shadowy chrysalis.

An air of hostility and terror followed him, making the legends seem even more horrific. Kalpas had but one pleasure.

He was no warrior, but a killer.

The blood-stained legend made a cowardly retreat.

Only a blade tempered with the will to die could cut him. But in the end, no one could run such a blade through his chest.

For in the face of disasters of life and death, even with inhuman strength, it can still be difficult to tip the scales in your favor. The undefeated berserker had fallen into a long, bitter battle that gradually ate at his sanity and ego.

Only his heart's fury continues to rage on, keeping him standing still.

### Su

Su has always stepped on the backs of others.

He battled brashly against otherworldly invaders as a healer. In their wake, the disaster that destroyed the world and the plague that ate away at human civilization followed.

Since that day, Su has not only carried his own burdens but of so many in need. He saved them some days and failed them on others. The calamity had worn away the boy he once was, and yet there still remained a brightness behind his eyes. In the face of danger, he found an awakening – like a new life – but at the cost of an old one.

At this point, those that guided him forward had already become dust. From heaven came the doctrine for a life of isolation and struggling. After seeing off countless lives, he finally found wisdom beyond the mortal realm.

At time's end, he found wisdom.

His eyes closed in contemplation, he drifts between worlds of light and dark, hoping to find some silver lining for a civilization in decline.

### SAKURA

Cherry blossoms are always the first to float away as the seasons change.

She doesn't know that her short life is like the brief but magnificent bloom of the cherry blossom. Her homeland had fallen, and only she and her sister remained – drifting aimlessly. Luckily she still had her long sword at her side. Fate had pulled her down and painted her face a bright red. She held onto her sister, gripping her blade silently.

Where she went, her blade followed: as a MOTH, into Cocoon's shadows – all in protection's name – she swung it again and again. Her past is sealed in its edge, and her sins are engraved on its metal. Bringing together, smashing, regrouping, and destroying. Cocoon's cycle was her cycle. With time, she has forgotten where her hand ended and her blade began.

That was until her only family had fallen.

Her beloved sister had become a source of earth-shattering fear and disaster. That's when she noticed the beating of her own heart. But her blood had gradually turned cold.

Her grip on the blade tightened. It had been so long since she last held it with the uncertainty of where to swing.

### Kosma

To become an adult is to say farewell. It is a goodbye to who you were, past friends, and familiar places.

Kosma knows this all too well.

Saying goodbye is something he has done time and again. Perhaps, in the past, he had wished to become a hero, but that wish has faded with time. He became someone his younger self would never recognize.

When did he become trapped by darkness?

When had he begun to walk justice's fine line?

He only recalled wishing to become a vigilante, standing at the edge of light and dark to maintain peace.

But everything happened so fast.

The city fell and disaster struck. He saw off loved ones and teammates and watched the squad leader he once looked up to slowly become a stranger to him.

...and then it was his turn.

The transformation ate away at the boy's former self.

He could see the others looking on in disgust. The boy that had once fought the darkness now found himself completely immersed in it.

Now on his own, he struggled to keep the light from extinguishing – unsure when his dawn would come.

### Mobius

From the moment she was born, she was often in the presence of death.

Her mother, her father, and all of those around her – all had left their mark on her, and all had died in different ways.

It's not that she wasn't sad, but another feeling had taken hold of her at that moment. Death had left a shroud over her heart but brought with it a different kind of desire.

Such a mysterious and ancient law, how exciting it would be to rail against it!

Her experiences when she was younger had planted that seed in her heart. As time went on, she would rise to the top, drafting a legend by her own hand. But she would never quench the desire in her heart. She must seek out the law that is death.

When disaster struck, destroying all order, she knew this was her moment. And then she found what she was looking for: herself.

Shackled to her young body was an ambitious soul.

She waits over countless reincarnations, pressing onward to the infinite life she pursues. One day she will master life and death and manipulate it in all things.

She will rewrite nature's laws and hold the world in the palm of her hand. For this, she is willing to pay any price.

### Griseo

Griseo was a good kid and she knew it.

From the tender touch of Aponia to the silent care of Kosma, to the guardianship of the Flame-Chasers, she felt the warmth of yellow hues surround her.

And she simply smiled.

I can't recall when she became so quiet. She always examined her paintings silently, mixing colors and applying paint. She made patterns of whatever came to mind.

Griseo was a strange kid but didn't know it.

Her ability hung like a knife over the heads of others. Griseo was unaware of that knife, but it struck fear in the hearts of many. That fear became a massive beast which she then painted. It then became real and devoured others...

Griseo was totally unaware. She simply painted in silence with the colors of her heart. That was her whole world: no tears or laughter, just painting things as she had seen them.

Gradually, the colors began to disappear. Warm yellows and pitch blacks faded away – save a twinkle of starlight in the distance, spreading across the universe.

Still, she painted with the colors she could recall – as if she were painting with that starlight – to the ends of the universe.

### Fu Hua

How had she grown so much? She didn't have an answer. Or perhaps, she had forgotten.

Back then she was so young and tender, like a newborn bird. Just as her name suggested: "Hua."

She wasn't ostentatious like others her age. She grew up quietly, or would have, had the Honkai never come. Disaster struck from nowhere, upending her once-peaceful life and forcing her to take up arms, like so many her age.

Her dreams became filled with peril and distress. But she wasn't aware this was only the first chapter in what was an unlucky fate.

Death and disaster were growing closer. She now had to fight against an enemy that was beyond her reach. The eyes of those around her became dull as she struggled to survive. She had lived, unlike so many others, and had found strength amidst painful, unbearable memories. This is where her nightmares began.

She has hidden those memories and one day will lay them to bed. The cycle continues.

She doesn't know what kind of future she marches toward, as her past blurs and fractures with her memories.

The first steps of her journey were like that of a lost bird, wandering along the path of destiny on hold.

### Pardofelis

Pardofelis is easily satisfied. She steps lightly out of the dusk, leaving her mixed-up past behind her.

Past troubles are like birds flying by. Only treasure and bliss are really present.

She finds pathways, rearranges homes, and gets what she needs. She seems to live everywhere and nowhere. Since that time, she's been vaguely aware of her own luck. She built a small fortune, finding a stable life in the unstable streets.

But disaster would eventually find its way there.

A gamble, a simple misunderstanding, and she found herself in MOTHS territory. Unaware of what was at stake, she was dragged by an ill-fated destiny along an unpredictable path.

Her life now derailed, she yearns for the freedom of her past. She looks after herself carefully.

No one ever told her she was lucky, or that she'd never know peace. She didn't know anything about that, though. She simply worked to keep the happiness that was in front of her.

It's all she could do.

And now, the disaster even reaches her.

It swept across the land, taking with it life and civilization. Her faint happiness had turned to dust. Amidst civilization's ruins, she accepted the hand fate had dealt her and the responsibility she had stumbled into.

She was always lucky.

It was her only strength.

## References

1. ↑ https://idioms.thefreedictionary.com/catch+more+flies+with+honey+than+vinegar
2. ↑ https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/1008775-man-can-do-what-he-wills-but-he-cannot-will

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