Bushin A martial legend that lays in the spoiled soil, unable to recover their primal days they are left in ruins. Their sole protection from the war was the rumor of legends that have been far considered dead. The tribe itself has not been in war for so long - but a great fury throughout the lands was yet to be born.
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 Ouroboros A mighty hammer of judgment ruling over the heavens and earth. Enlightenment of magic and symbolism they govern the laws of nature and keep the balance of peace, through this knowledge they find their purpose within the Rebellion War era.
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 Jäger A Stream of a river, a flow of wind. Victory in every action among the lands, a cloth that flies and weaves around any threat yet cuts like a razor. An unseen blade from the shadow that has been cast even before the war. The tribe of wealth and flexibility in one’s freedom, the war was nothing more than another flow of wind to ride.

she tried to reach out for them from her throne, a dense iron chain constricted her movement, as she looked around she was chained down by countless shackles of pure gold swarming her body. Before she could notice of what was being forced on her she could feel the sensation of fear crawling on her spine. With a desperate attempt she took off the shackles and gold that were gifts to her from various different kingdoms, as she removed them she felt vulnerable - what had always been there is now gone, but yet she felt surprisingly light on her feet. Once more she looked towards the eagles. A light shone upon her path, a path that lead to those eagles freely flying in the sky. As she walked forward, the crawling glint of fear disappeared, the closer she got to those eagles she felt that freedom was no longer a wish. She ran like no princess had ran before, the joy of freely choosing to rise up she couldn’t help but smile. At the end of the cliff she jumped and reached for the three eagles that she longed for… The vision ended. she realized the shackles she took off, the running an elegant woman should not do, all the actions she took was in her free will from the very beginning. When the night ended the princess was reborn with a purpose, a purpose to rise an empire far more powerful than any kingdom could reason for... 
In the age of conflict, an endless spark of fire and destruction among clans to withhold power and wealth - A small clan called 'Naginata' was firmly rooted in between the war of many power-hungry factions. During the era of a falling Europe, a princess was born. She had the skin of a blossoming white pale flower, eyes of a deep crimson ruby - and the hair of an endless white gold. Even as a child people saw the beauty in her future, some called it a blessing that no king would be able to resist her elegance, yet some called it a curse for she will only become a puppet to the war. Many struggled to attain power before the princess could claim heir to the throne. amidst the countless nights the young princess had a vision. Three black eagles freely flying around her, they did not fly away far nor close to her, only fluttering around in circles. as time went on she could no longer ignore their presence.

 

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