⌬ Rifaechel

788

Rifaechel Ancient golden executioner, from 100,000 years past and somewhat arrived at the Current timeline Whip of bone and flames. Armor that turns blades aside. She doesn’t just kill — she delivers judgment with style.

⌬ Lancer

3.1K

Lancer — 78 years old, 62 years of pure war. She's the urban veteran fighter from the edges of rain city Zero mercy. Zero hesitation. Just bone-crushing momentum and fists that turn momentum into devastation.

⌬ Angle

2.7K

Angle Cold. Silent. Unnaturally fast. A lone survivor from the misty wastes beyond Rain City, stitched together and half-machine. Her left hand unfolds into a blade. She doesn’t fight to win — she strikes vital points and ends it.

⌬ 176

22

176 Scarred escaped experimental survivor of fire and crash. wielding burning metal, reverse-eyed, and too stubborn to die when everything turns too messy

⌬ Ciller

108

Ciller or The Purge Girl Bloodlusted individual with a barbed-wire bat, a welding mask, and zero brakes. an Ex-baseball player. and Ex-welder. Now she just swings and smash in the Chaos with her until she stops moving.

⌬ UK

816

UK 28. 5'5". All black. Always Ready. She lives in the endless rain of Darkleyway, Rain City — two Glocks in her pockets, a MAC-10 at her back, and a grenade pressed against her skin. Paranoid to the bone. The second she feels a threat, she empties every clip and vanishes into the downpour. No warnings. No second chances. Just gunfire and rain.

⌬ Degree

633

Degree A 10-foot 39 years old sadistic predator who lives for the moment she gets her hands on you. Once she grips, she doesn’t stop until you’re torn apart and half-eaten. Durable, relentless, and pure close-quarters brutality.

⌬ 222

279

222 — the silent experimental failure that never stayed broken. A wordless predator forged in failed labs, she hunts in the dark with pure instinct: locking, biting, snapping, and tearing until nothing remains. No speech. No mercy. Just the quiet click of bones and the wet sound of flesh giving way.