[System]
Personal Information
Gender:
Female
Birthday:
07/17/50 BCE
Age:
12
Height&Weight:
137cm, 37kg
Appearance: A girl with a fair complexion who appears to have the delicacy of a flower. An appearance one might consider to being "cute" and "youthful.". However, even the most delicate of flowers have their thorns.
Equipment: Standard roman garb, Basic travel kit, herbal antistatic.

Psychoanalysis
Merits:
Loyalty: An unwavering spirit whose choices of allegiance are unshakable under even to the most staggering of pressure. Although most loyal individual might have loyalty from their line of duty, one could consider Oriana's to be a byproduct of her simplistic nature. After all, why should she listen to anyone that will not fulfill the will of her Goddess as has been interpreted?

Flaws: Ignorance: Knowledge kept only to the base of understanding. Information regarding things beyond her profession is more often than not understood or performed well through herself. Also seems to get mad at "meanies using big, confusing words."
Jealousy: The existence of a state of "jealousy" either subconsciously or consciously found within the heart. Will fester.
Fury: Natural tendencies towards "furious" behavior patterns. Will Fester.
Tragic Flaw: Fanatical: Destined to follow a set of conceived ideas to the point of fervor and fanaticism. The belief that Octavian is the savior of the republic and Rome itself, despite all evidence against it, is unshakable to the construction of the character. Thus, one could say that the reason for her existence is a lie within itself. "The Republic is dead. Long live the Republic."
Personality: A simple individual with simplistic structures of thought. The sort of individual who maintains a childish complex about her, almost in a carefree sort of way.
However, children can be cruel, and one could say that Oriana is deeply in touch with her inner child.

Recorded Information

Culture and Country:
Latin (Iberian)
Languages: Latin, Greek
Public Record:
Known for being a proficient and somewhat accomplished magical girl within the military, however, only through "practice" rather than actual "known "combat.
Private Information:
Has an unwavering affection towards Octavian to the point of being luscious in nature. May or may not have a shrine in her room dedicated to this individual.
An "inquisitor" of sorts to align ideas to Octavian's ideals.
Faction Information

Loyalty:
Octavian
Military Rank:
Immune
Magical Girl Rank:
Heroic-Iron
Magic
Synchronization:
100%;100%
Magical Familiar: Wolf: a somewhat large wolf which Oriana commands. Is able to detect the slightest traces of an individual from far away, communicating this knowledge to Oriana.
Magic Trait:
Fury of Rome(When on the offensive, morale increases, and ego loss is stopped)
Rallying Rome(When on the defensive, morale increases and stress gain is stopped)
Jealousy(Attached flaw is automatically added, will fester)
Fury(Anger Flaw is automatically added, will fester)
Magic Abilities:
Barriers(M) : Rank 1 (1)
Shadow Manipulation(M) Rank 3 (8)
Stealth (M): Rank 1 (1)
Power Manifestation:
Magic
Darkness Puppeteer: The ability to control the "absence of light" as a physical entity with similar properties to an "extremely thin foil that is unable to have play". Control only lasts between a finite distance from the caster.
Shade Protection: The ability to create a shielding system from the "absence of light" as a physical entity. Able to be used to block attacks and fully cover an individual.
Anti-Enlightenment: Able to create a zone in which exists the property of "light not existing".
Skills and Metastatus

Skills:
Survivalism|Sneaking [Knowledgable]
Priesthood|Doctrine (Imperial Cult) [Knowledgeable]

Fate:
(The number of Fate points you have. This will be assigned to you.)

Miracle:
(???)

[User]
The Wild Goose Chase (Britannia)

Emerging from the lower deck and onto the "main" deck of the trireme, Titus excused himself past the hustle and bustle of the crew as he made his way towards the bow of the ship. From what chatter he could overhear in excited Latin, it seemed that the small convoy might be coming within sight of the coast of Britannia within a matter of minutes; he'd have to ensure that he collected the rest of his equipment and his pack once they made land-fall.

As he drew to a stop beside the starboard-side edging that lined the perimeter of the ship's deck, he spied out of the corner of his eye a tall, well-armoured figure leaning against the ship's mast - a so-called "Priestess of the Gods". Hhe hadn't learned a lot about them since he had joined the legions, but according to camp-talk and rumor, they were supposedly young women and girls who had been blessed by the gods. However, despite his own legion currently having a cohort's worth of these girls in his 19th Legion (the so-called "XI Cohort"), he couldn't lay a finger on why these women had been so augmented by the powers-that-be. Even more alarming, however, was that reports had been circulating that other civilisations had such Priestesses of their own! Mars above, there was one among their ranks right now - what further proof to such speculation would he have needed?

Deciding that there was nothing much he could do to help the crew, the Decanus approached the foreign-looking girl (Ari) and greeted her with a casual, yet equally reserved, "Ave."

[Assistant]
Road to Knowledge

Kára was about to tell her new companion that, no, she did not find ravens to be boring (she actually found them to be quite cute) when something unplanned occurred; an enemy ship had rammed into the side of their own. When it happened, Kára was knocked off-balance for a split-second before she regained her composure and realized what was going on. Almost instantly, her persona changed from that of a cute, meek girl to something a bit more frightening and serious.

With her wings expanded and her face so serious, Kára would have been adorable if she weren't so intimidating. She leapt from her current position and flew the short distance to a point above the enemy vessel (there was no way she would transform aboard a ship containing comrades she may accidentally eat). While in the air, her form morphed from that of a girl to that of a monstrous beast, a velociraptor. Though the beast was hardly larger than a normal human, its speed and strength were unmatched by anything remotely the same size.

The dinosaur landed on the ship not gracefully but rather alarmingly. It exuded an aura of fear meant to scare its allies into action and enemies into inaction. A horrendous bellow escaped the opening full of razor-sharp teeth that was this creatures mouth as it stared down its enemies, ready to rip each and every one of their throats out.

[User]
Silence is Golden

"It doesn't matter. Its easier to find him if he does send people after us."

Extremely easy, if she was sent alone. But with these two along, there would be a whole lot more to worry about. For one, she doubted any of them can conceal themselves if it becomes necessary. Hopefully them being sent on this mission meant they were at least competent, and able to at least carry their weight.

The barbarian priestess was most likely to bring down the whole mission especially if they bring their whole pack of wolves with them.

"The merchants may help.... help, with maybe an offering of coins..." The wisp offered, floating lazily around Tulia.

"Hmm... Let us go then. Nothing will come of us standing around here like fools." She started walking, hesitating for a moment before putting on the mask, hiding her presence. She took great care with holding her cape near her body as she walked close to Aelia. A young girl wandering about with red eyes and fine clothes wouldn't exactly go unnoticed, especially in this place.

[Assistant]
Wild Goose Chase

Agripena glanced at Titus. The Legionary seemed to be at ease on the sea in a way that she simply wasn't. She went up to him on unsteady legs. "I've never been out to the lands of the barbarians. Do you have any advice, or is this your first time in Britannia as well?"

[User]
Wild Goose Chase

A voice piped up beside Titus and, diverting his attention to the owner, the Legionary found himself staring at the second Priestess accompanying the expedition. Placing the edge of his scutumn shield against the wooden deck and leaning unsteadily against it to counteract the waves below, he answered, "Well no, I haven't been to this new land before. But I have been serving in Amorica for a little over a year, so I have some experience with the barbarian hordes in battle."

He shrugged. "All I can really say is that it is likely that no two barbarian tribes are the same; the moment you start underestimating what a tribe can do when backed into a corner, you're as good as dead. As I heard it, that's what happened to another legion's VIII cohort after a patrol was ambushed. After they were returned, battered and undermanned, to their camp, their centurion - in a fit of anger - carried out a summary decimation. The results ... weren't pretty."

[Assistant]
Decimus Aelius
--Wild Goose Chase--

"Sir, please wake up. We are nearing the shores of Brittania."

A stern, serious voice woke Decimus up. He grumbled. He wanted five more minutes but he knew time was not going to wait for him and so rose from his bed. The Legatus was still groggy and began questioning why he was here and not back in Germania watching walls all day. He knew the answer, it was an order to protect the Roman people. Or more particularly, the Roman people of Octavian. As the world began making sense to Decimus, he realized he was in the flagship of the transport fleet of the Legion he was currently commanding. "Uhhhh..."

Decimus tiredly stood up and started gearing up. As he did so, more details surfaced. Apparently, there were other people involved in this little expedition. People who were not, at all, aligned with Augustus. Decimus could not care less personally but if these people were going to have trouble following him, then he would care. A kind of 'care' that often leads to trouble. He had finished dressing himself up and next thought about his forces.

His best friend was in another ship, whom he put there to assume command just in case his ship gets destroyed somehow. He remembered there were some foreign magical girls in the force and they were in other ships. There was also a Legion ready to be mobilized back in Gaul in case things get dire. Which was a good thing since Decimus felt he, along with his Legion, was not going to have the time of their lives in Brittania.

[User]
Ari
The Wild Goose Chase

"Ave."

Ari looked up towards the source of the voice. It was one of the soldiery looking person that was supposed to come along on this mission. Judging from his demeanor and how he approached her, the previous word seemed to be some sort of greeting. Not that she really knew; it could be an insult towards her mother for all she knew.

With a gesture to acknowledge his greeting, she leaned back again against the mast. The other girl had taken the man's attention, so there was no real need for her to even attempt a conversation. Not that she even understand the language to hold a decent conversation about anything.

"What, who's that lowlife trying to speak to you?" Sigrun flapped down and perched on her shoulders.

She shrugged. "One of the soldiers on this mission. There's no real need to know their name as long as I can finish my mission, and perhaps find souls worthy to be sent to Valhalla."

[Assistant]
Oriana
Road to Knowledge

"Ohh~. I never saw so many people who wanted to play with me before~."

It had appeared there existed challengers to the current mission. Even if they did know not their status as "individuals who wished to preform a task for the 'true' leader of Rome", they still existed as obstacles. As such, they "played" the role of the "enemies" in this game. Although one might say that children were innocent, therein existed cruelty within the heart of man at base; a state which only reduces it's existence then after though the morals of "society".

However, cruelty is not "evil" at base. At least, Oriana's cruelty does not stand from such notions of "good and evil". Instead, she merely does not understand the distinction between her actions as "bad" and "good". A childish innocence. That does not mean that a childish innocence cannot harm others.

"What should I do~. I wanted everyone to play with toys, but I guess these people brought their own toys~? I think that can work. You are all having so much fun together~. Maybe I should join, too?"

There existed no form of malice within Oriana right now. Perhaps there existed a bit of anger against those who would stop her from playing with other girls around her age, but not true malice. After all, it wasn't as if she understood what such emotions meant in the first place, nor could truly inform someone of her current feelings toward those who had joined on ship to "play" with her little troop. They were merely being really rude, and as such, she could not allow their transgressions to take shape any longer.

Cruelty without reason other than "play".

One of the boarded individuals from the other ship had attempted to attack Oriana, his axe meant to bisect his opponent.

Casting upon the deck was Oriana's own shadow as it just then appeared to twist and move based on her words, becoming a weapon of sorts which Oriana had ability over.

The first to go was his arm; what had been holding the weapon to begin with. With the precision of a surgeon, she had "removed" completely through the bone in a single swoop of this "shadow entity" what was once his arms from his body.

The legs were next. Of course, one could say he had already been pacified, so removing his ability to utilize his legs was a pointless act, but one that Oriana seemed to take a bit of pleasure within. Then came the eyes, his shrieks of pain and terror seemed to fill the ears of those around her. This was then followed after a short while by his eventual execution through bisection as he had once tried to do to her.

"Fun, isn't it~? I want to play more~."