Guilt

* Main
* Full Body

# About

## Personality

Distant, downtrodden and in general quite melancholic. As her name shows, Guilt is a woman who carries a great sin on her back, a sin that taints her normal behaviour. She keeps a straight face and tries to not build up relations with others, feeling as if she doesn’t deserve them.

The other main emotion that drives her is Empathy. Whenever she sees someone in trouble she will do her very best to aid them, be in in the form of monetary support, granting them shelter or aiding them by saving them from their enemies.

She holds no strong sentiment towards her own life, nor that of others, seeing humans as mere statistics and often picking the option that will save more people in the long run, no matter the cost to those around her.

Deep down is still the young girl who lost her parental figures not once but twice, yet she feels like just admitting to those emotions is a betrayal to her foster parents.

## Backstory

War is hell is a quote that has been used many times, fitting and unfitting, but never has it been truer than when one talks about the first world war.

The demons that were pitted against another by the various summoners and the prices these cultists had to pay changed the battlefield into the devil’s playground. None were safe and most died gruesome ends.

“Where is Father, Mother?”

A young child’s father was no different as he too gave his land for his motherland in the trenches and soon after, her mother would follow, taken by pestilence during her time of grief. She never knew what killed her father, if it was a man or a monster, but in the end, it didn’t matter as the lines between the two had blurred.

“This is ██████ ████, she will be staying with you for the time being.”

Like any other young child, she was shipped off to one of the badly funded orphanages run by the government to house the children of the young men whom they had sent marching into those fields of death and decay. The orphanage was normal, she learned, she worked and she visited the mass each Sunday

“Listen, child, never trust a demon for all they long for is to toy with the hearts of men. This hellish war was the fault of those devil spawn, your father’s and mother’s blood sticks on their hands.”

*The Sundays were the only true points of light in her young life, the local priest radiating an aura every public speaker could only be envious about, yet what she was taught were not lessons about tolerance, but fear for the occult.*

“Yes we are sure, we want to adopt her. We have always wanted to start a family after all.”

In the end, her time in the orphanage would come to an end like all things as she was adopted by a pair who were incapable of having their own children due to reasons unknown to her. She had heard horror stories about terrible parents abusing children, so when she first learned of the news she was frightened instead of ecstatic.

“Welcome, ██████ ████ to our humble abode. I hope it lives up to your standards.”

Yet soon she learned that her fears were unfounded. Her new father was a lazy man, yet he had the wisdom of ten men bundled together and while her new mother might grow angry from times to time, she realized that it was only because she cared about her and to top it all off there was a final family member, Brutus, the family dog whom could eat like no other.

“No matter what happens, ██████ ████, me and your mother want you to know that you truly have been the light of our lives.”

*During all these years she had kept going to the church, yet her parents never followed. Her father who was an ex-soldier always repeated that after seeing the hell that was the trenches he believes in no god no more. She never took notice of this and accepted the reason for having to go alone.*

“Demonkind isn’t a danger because they kill men, no they are a danger because they wear the faces of men and provoke them into killing one another.”

At the church, she heard the normal preaches, but due to the fact that the war had passed through this city a few years ago, the anti-demon sentiment was still great and the sermons showed it. One day, on her sixteenth birthday she was chosen to learn some simple anti-demon techniques by a former priest-soldier, a rite that could trap demons into everyday objects.

“The stronger the demon, the stronger the weapon. Men make pacts with demons for strength, but I, as a man of god, decided to snatch the strength from those fiends.”

When she finally learned the technique she was given a pendant made from holy silver and a pair of holy blades, something that bit into the skin of any demon that touched it and functioned as the tools of the righteous against the occult. This was supposed to both serve as a form of protection and as a sign of her mastery of the rites of sacrifice.

“Mom, Dad, look what priest Bernard gave me!”

Yet this single and simple pendant changed her life. As she returned home she proudly showed the pendant to her father whom without looking grabbed it out of her hand for closer inspection before quickly handing it back to her.

“F-father...why do you have a burn wound on your hands?”

As those words left her lips they all realized the farce had come to an end, with her mind filled with the teachings of the priests and the nuns she drew her weapons and struck her own parents down, neither of whom resisted their fate. As their thick and warm blood covered her hands she realized just what she had done.\*

“F-Father….M-mother, why?”

*She never heard a reply as their breath left their lips, but to this very day she could swear that she saw both of them smile. Not a malicious one, but the one she always saw when mother put her to bed, the one father sported when he told her stories about his foolish and brash youth.*

“Are you happy now, child?”

A new voice, a voice she never heard appeared next to her. As her tear riddled eyes made her way towards it she saw nothing at first before lowering her gaze and coming face to face with her dearest friend, Brutus, the family dog.

“Yes I can talk, I always have. Years ago I told them this was the tragedy they were setting themselves up for, yet not once did they heed my warnings.”

*She never knew that a dog or a demon, in this case, could sound this heartbroken before realizing her voice would sound much the same if she had spoken out. Slowly her dear friend changed, turning into a much larger hellhound.*

“We know of the tricks you learned from those fools and I also know what my masters would have longed for.”

*It lowered its head, tail drooping low and closed its eyes as he prepared himself to accompany his masters on this journey as well. He knew that they were strong, that they would survive the toll it would place on its souls, but when it came to its own soul, he wasn’t so sure yet he kept these worries hidden behind a gentle smile.*

“Cheer up kid. They might not be here anymore, but I can promise you that they are happy with how you turned out, you just need to take the lesson you learned today to heart.”

*A single sloppy lick messed her face and hair up, wiping the salty tears away.*

“Smile, kid. We might have failed to keep you safe from our secret, but we promise that we won’t let any further harm befall you. I swear this on my immortal soul.”

*With great effort she raised her left blade and sunk it into the hearth of her oldest friend, severing the last ties she had to this past before activating the rites of self-sacrifice and storing each of the demons in a different object.*

**“The glutton is much more than an animal and much less than a man.”**

“A wise son heeds his father’s instruction, but a mocker does not respond to rebukes.”

“Hell hath no fury like a mother scorned”

Each of them passed her one final piece of advice before fading from her lives, pleased with still being able to protect their dearest treasure even after passing on. She ignited the wrath of her mother who wanted to scold her about her rash behaviour and burned the houses down.\*

“Forgiveness is the cleansing fire that burns away old regrets and resentments”

As she stood amongst the ashes she reached for her cross and tossed it into the soot. If the Lord had let this tragedy occur, then it was a lord that she didn’t want to serve. From now on the only lord she would follow, was the guilt that had made itself a lord over her heart.

“Do not say, 'Why were the old days better than these?' For it is not wise to ask such questions.”

Now in the embrace of her dear family, she travels around, slaying demons she herself sees as vile after double, or even triple checking the facts. She wandered around and has now arrived in Mournstead as a rogue exorcist keen on bringing justice.

“Father, Mother….Brutus, was it always this lonely with you around?”

## Equipment/Resources

Requiem: A single perfectly crafted blade that has been silvered and turned into a holy weapon. The blade has the ability to turn into a bladed whip with a reach of 5 meters. When the blade is in its normal form it deals +5kN of damage and swings at 15m/s, but when it is in its whip form it only deals her base punch strength in damage. The blade holds a demon of wrath sealed in it.

Ward: A single perfectly crafted blade that has been silvered and turned into a holy weapon. The blade has the ability to turn into a bladed whip with a reach of 5 meters. When the blade is in its normal form it deals +5kN of damage and swings at 15m/s, but when it is in its whip form it only deals her base punch strength in damage. The blade holds a demon of gluttony sealed in it.

Both blades are blood bound and have 20kn durability. If they are destroyed it will take her 5 turns to resummon them and if someone is trapped in the whip of the blade it takes 50kg lifting strength to escape, double that if she traps someone with both blades.

# Powers

## Physical Parameters

 Sprinting Speed
 Lifting Strength
 Grip Strength
 Punching Strength
 Punching Speed
 Kicking Strength
 Kicking Speed
 Human Durability

## Ability

Rite of Sacrifice:
A truly malicious ability that consists of first trapping dying demons into gems before using their very soul, their very essence as power. This is merely uncomfortable for higher ranked demons, but for fledgeling demons, this is truly devastating and can burn their soul up completely.

Requirements for trapping a demon:

* A dying demon who has just lost its host or is fading into the demon realm can be trapped.
* A demon can be tricked into willingly entering a crystal
* If a demon breaks their deal with the holder, they will instantly be trapped into the crystal.

Current rites:

### Rite of immolation: “Hell hath no fury like a mother scorned.”

By activating the wrath demon trapped in her right sword she is able to immolate her weapon, causing her weapon to burn at 1000°C. On top of that, the Rite of Immolation flames do not spread unless the user wishes them to and only burns their target. While this rite is in play, the user can ignite their weapon once per two turns, increasing swing strength and speed by factor 1.5x. This rite can stay activated for 6 turns before having a 2 turn cooldown.

### Rite of Devouring: “The glutton is much more than an animal and much less than a man.”

By activating the demon of gluttony she can imbue her weapon with the sin of gluttony. Whenever her weapon hits an enemy attack, that attack will lose 10kN force and if this completely negates the force the entire attack will be devoured, this also works for attacks with no force. The rite of devouring can be used for 4 turns before having a 2 turn cooldown.

Sidenote: Both rites can be applied to both weapons, but each weapon can only have one rite at a time applied.
### Rite of Foresight: “A wise son heeds his father’s instruction, but a mocker does not respond to rebukes.”

By activating the demon of sloth sealed in her hat she can grant herself slight foresight. This ability allows her to look one second into the future with her right eye. This ability can stay active for 10 turns before having a 5 turn cooldown. This ability gets cancelled if the cap in front of her eyes that has normal durability is destroyed.