Character descriptions and pictures
For the convenience of reading the material and a better understanding of the characteristics of each character, I plan to supplement the story with visual accompaniment: illustrations and short character descriptions. This will allow you to immerse yourself deeper into the atmosphere of the narrative and imagine the characters more vividly.
Niya:
A snow-white square, smooth as a fresh sheet of paper. The eyes are red, without pupils, but if you look closely, blue lights flicker in them, like distant screens in the dark. The eyeliner is black and clear, as if it were drawn along a ruler. Her nails were dark and neat, as if she had just finished typing something important. He dresses strictly: white shirt, blue jacket, trousers with sharp arrows. Black suspenders, shiny oxfords—nothing superfluous. She moves quietly, says little, and when she smiles, it's only out of the corner of her mouth, as if she knows something you don't. She's not rude, just... distant. He sees the world as an equation that needs to be solved. For her, people are variables, emotions are hindrances in calculations. But sometimes, very rarely, something alive flashes in her eyes-for a second, no more.
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Adelina:
Tall, statuesque, with the gait of a predator. Her jet-black hair is gathered in two tails, tied with blood-red ribbons, and two long strands freely fall down her back like shadows. His eyes were as red as molten metal, piercing through, devoid of doubt. Her clothes are a mix of traditional and rebellious: a black kimono with an inverted white cross on the back, fluttering with every step like the wings of a raven. Wide palazzo trousers hide her rapid movements, and white sneakers contrast sharply with her gloomy appearance — as if hinting that even in chaos there are rules. The cross earrings sparkle in the light like drops of blood. Black leather gloves hide hands accustomed to the grip of a blade. And on her belt was a nodati, as long as her shadow. She doesn't take it out for no reason, but if the sword leaves the scabbard, then someone has already lost.
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Nelly:
She is small and fragile, as if the wind is about to blow her away, but there is a stubborn fire in her tired eyes. Red ponytails stick out in different directions like flames, and blue eyes with scarlet streaks betray sleepless nights and too much experience. The scars on her arms are not for beauty, but as marks of battles that she did not choose. Dark circles under the eyes speak louder than words: She was tired. But he doesn't give up. Her clothes were simple, as if she hadn't changed her second skin: a beige sweater (slightly worn at the elbows), gray jeans (faded with age), massive sneakers (they'd definitely seen more than one road). And behind him was a Claymore, huge, almost too tall. The sword she carries with her like a burden from the past.
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Tengu:
A slender, fit guy with an eternally mischievous gleam in his scarlet eyes, as if he had just pulled off some kind of prank. There is a tattoo on his neck (either a demonic symbol, or just a stupid inscription made in a drunken stupor). He dresses chaotically: today — a torn hoodie and sweatpants, tomorrow — a leather jacket with spikes, the day after tomorrow — generally pajamas to the store. The main rule is no rules.
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Kurchatov:
Tall as a withered tree, his silhouette is hunched under the weight of an invisible weight. Dim blue eyes are barely discernible through the misted lenses of an old gas mask — two pale lights in the eternal twilight. Sparse strands of dark hair stick out from under the rubber straps, which have not known water and sun for a long time.
The body is hidden under a baggy protective suit — once it was airtight, but now it's just a second skin soaked in dust and sweat. Heavy boots are tapping steadily on the ground, leaving footprints that the wind will erase before he takes the next step.
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Alice:
Tall and fragile, like a shadow at dusk. Her short black hair is slightly disheveled, as if she has just woken up from an anxious dream. Red eyes — wide, alert, as if constantly waiting for danger. In her ears are simple gray earrings, the only piece of jewelry that she hesitates to take off.
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Nika:
Slender, with feline grace, she moves as if she knows that all eyes are her property. Fiery red hair gathered into a high, slightly careless bun, like flames crowning her proud bearing. The scarlet eyes look languid, but in their depths there is a razor—sharp mind. An earring in her nose (a small silver dagger) and narrow gold—rimmed glasses complete the look - she looks like she just stepped out of the pages of a decadent novel. There is a locket pendant around her neck, which she touches thoughtfully, as if it contains some kind of secret.
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Dealer:
Tall as a withered corpse, his body wriggles with unnatural plasticity, as if the bones were just a decoration. Dirty-brown hair, gathered in a greasy ponytail, falls over a battered leather collar, tightly bound with medical tourniquets. Her cloudy red eyes with vertical pupils glow a poisonous green in the dark, like a cat addicted to chemicals.
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Angelina:
Slender, with soft but confident movements, she seems to radiate calmness. Her golden brown hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, practical, without pretentiousness, but with a slight carelessness, as if she didn't have time to think about perfection. Warm brown eyes with golden sparks look attentively and kindly, but you can read a sharp mind in them. There is a small mole above her lip, giving her face a cute expression. There are light bell earrings in her ears, ringing with every turn of her head. Around her neck is a pendant (a cross or an angel), which she sometimes touches thoughtfully.
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Tengou:
Tall as a pine tree on a mountain peak, his lean body hides a steely strength. Black hair with silver streaks, as if touched by moonlight, is gathered in a careless ponytail. His red eyes with vertical pupils burn with cold fire, and on his cheek there is a scar in the form of a trident, like the mark of an ancient spirit. Also, for some inexplicable reason, he often holds his swords by the blades.
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The Prophet (DG):
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