Rage

Known as rage to all except official documents, she is a gruff spitfire that loves the thrill of the fight. She is a well armored veteran, specializing in melee combat. If not using her armored claws or teeth, she will unveil hidden, electrified scythes that she uses as an additional set of limbs. While she can fly, it is only in short bursts due to her heavy armor and past injuries- preferring to strike from the terrain with lightning speed and ferocity.

Cocky and full of herself, she butts heads with anyone that takes her and her stories too seriously. But on the battlefield she is sharp as a whip, and her claws do most of the talking in between her witty quips and roars of challenge.

Born in lightning, she sought to prove herself in her adolescent years within plague territory. Her stay there was only a few years long, and it is not a time she talks about- having seen many horrors there. However, she did learn combat in her time there, and has since gone on many adventures acting as a protector and mercenary. Her current job guarding a train is what she considers 'retirement' and 'very relaxing', despite the opinions of her team mates.

She spends her free time napping, exercising, training, or making mends to her armor and scythe weapons. She gets along well with the team, poking fun at them or boring them with tales of outlandish adventures. She is also a good listener in turn, and occasionally has some useful wisdom to impart.