Name: Garnet the Renegade
Age: 38
Gender: Female
*Species: Avian morph
Alignment: Good/Mercenary
Personality: Following Queen Earlong’s defeat at the hands of her own son-in-law Jazz, Eva, in a desperate attempt to appease her mother’s ire, suggested that she attain, perhaps, a personal guard of some sort, less predictable than a simple armour-clad, sword- and/or gun-wielding lagomorph. After her week-long stint of alternating rage and sulking, the Queen finally decided to take her daughter’s advice, and held a tournament of sorts for the best mercenaries her recruiters could find. Throughout the tournament, one of the challengers rose exceptionally rapidly through the ranks, held the top rank with only minor difficulty, and came out of the competition victorious. This outstanding mercenary, who the Queen hired without hesitation, was (and still is) only known as Garnet the Renegade.
Now, any time one sees the Queen outside of the Castle, one can bet that Garnet is in close proximity. She is focused on her duty to the utmost, doing all she can to earn her pay. When the Queen is within the safety of the Castle walls, Garnet patrols the vicinity of the majestic building, prowling the skies like the bird of prey she is, even into the darkest hours of the night; it is not uncommon to see a winged silhouette pass in front of the moon when one is near to the Castle, serving as a reminder that it is never unprotected.
Garnet, in essence, is an ideal guard: always alert, quick-thinking, and fantastically noble and loyal, despite that she is a mercenary, and as such is paid to be loyal. She is consistently aware of everything that goes on around her, with a nearly impeccable proficiency; coupled with her almost entirely negligible reaction time, nothing is able to slip by her unnoticed. However, the most evident facet of her personality is her righteous, upstanding demeanor, reflected in the piercing glares and scathing words she delivers to those around her who are arrogant, mouthy, ignorant, or something similar.
Garnet’s single shortfall is that she often refuses to be relieved of her task for a break. This takes a toll on both her health and efficiency, leaving gaps in her capability to guard Queen Earlong without fail. Unless she is ordered by the Queen to rest, or simply forced to do so (i.e. by a well-aimed tranquilizer dart), she absolutely will not depart from her duties until she passes out from exhaustion.
Appearance: The majority of Garnet’s body is covered in black and white feathers, but there are also a number of purple feathers interspersed among the rest, with several of the distinct markings of an eagle of some sort. However, her anthropomorphic proportions defy her being classified as an eagle, especially since her sizeable wings have retreated to her shoulder blades to make room for a set of universaloid arms, but as of yet no one has given her species a real name. Her powerful eyes are a bright magenta colour, and it is easy to see when she is focusing on something a long distance away. She usually wears a dark green tunic of sorts, trimmed with silver and held to her lean body by a simple rope belt.
Weapons: The Renegade is suited for both close- and long-range combat. In her right hand, she carries a mid-weight sword, garnished only with a scarlet pommel stone mounted in the crosshilt. This stone acts as a gyroscope of sorts, stabilizing the blade so that Garnet can execute extremely professional, as well as devastating, attacks. Her other weapon appears to be a crossbow mounted on her left wrist, that looks as if it is a completely automatic weapon, capable of releasing a dozen arrows in about a second and a half. Failing both weapons, she can simply fly headlong at a target, tearing at it with the sharp claws on her talons.
Special Powers: Combining her practiced flying skills with her bladesmanship techniques, Garnet can launch a forceful melee assault on a group of adversaries, practically drilling a hole straight through them, without taking so much as a scratch.
Quote: “You’re lucky I didn’t hear that.”

Name: Davlos the Vindicator
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
*Species: Avian morph
Alignment: Good
Personality: Not very much is known about Davlos’ life, not even by Davlos himself, before the event that he hesitantly recalls as the Revelation. Thus, he accepts any information given to him regarding his own life, though not without a ton and a half of salt.
As far as Davlos is willing to explain, the adventure he refers to as the Revelation started when he was shot sideways through time by a chronometric distortion singularity (more widely known as a timehole) that opened virtually right on top of him. His inadvertant voyage sent him forward several thousand years, landing him in the midst of the Time Wars of 8082. He was quickly rescued, and even more rapidly recruited, by the faltering Militia Nova, the nth evolution of the Queen’s Legions of old. In spite of his lack of experience, having never before participated in war in his life, he proved to be a valuable asset to the Militia Nova, turning the tables in one battle after another with his quick thinking and improvisation. However, when his biological wings were shorn off in the most decisive skirmish he had yet fought, he was rendered flightless, and subsequently almost powerless, for nearly a full month while a prosthetic set was made for him. Though he had to familiarize himself with his new wings, Davlos continued to be a key factor in the numerous successes of the Militia Nova, and gained the recognition and respect of all those with whom he worked. Following the denouement of the Time Wars (which occurred, oddly enough, two and a half millennia before they began), Davlos was offered the option of returning to his home time. He accepted the offer, though not without his new set of wings and a head full of new experience.
Despite his knowledge of events of the future, Davlos rarely makes outright mention to the fact that he can “predict” such things, at least not without a great deal of prodding. This does not mean he will refuse to disclose where he got his prosthetic wings, which he does on an almost regular basis; he simply doesn’t want to be seen as a fortune-teller. Again despite his knowledge of the future, he is not a genius (though he is quite definitely not an idiot). Notwithstanding, he is not very well-described as an introvert, though he is not particularly extroverted either.
While Davlos is thought to be related to Garnet the Renegade, nobody is entirely sure how. Both of them disavow the other’s existence, so any attempt to get them to explain their relation has been fruitless at best.
Appearance: The majority of Davlos’ upper body is obscured from view by the scarlet body armour he wears, to which his prosthetic wings are attached. The armour protects only Davlos’s shoulders, chest, and back, but he wears little else, save for stylized bracers on his wrists and ankles. The wings themselves are physically comprised of only hinged, limb-like extremities; however, the main body (or lack thereof) of the wings is a semi-transparent, almost holographic yellow sheet of quasi-solid energy. His sharp, blue eyes hide behind a steely visor akin to a one-way mirror, but his curved, orange-yellow beak is plainly visible, as is the crest of red feathers atop and on either side of his head. The feathers covering his torso are a brown-orange colour, while those below his waist are a very dark grey, almost black, and the claws on his talons are reinforced with silvery steel.
Weapons: Davlos carries the same style of weaponry as Garnet (that is, a sword in his right hand, and a mid- to long-range weapon in his left); however, since the Revelation, his armaments have been vastly upgraded. His blade, once a simple
broadsword, has now become an enormous, specially-made beam glaive, with a five foot long, seven inch wide, burning yellow blade, bordered on both edges by an inch of razor-sharp steel. It is important to note that, despite the weapon’s impressive size, it is actually comparatively lightweight and easy to wield, at least for its intended user. In his left hand, he carries a compact, but powerful, twin beam cannon, linked by a series of wires to a small battery attached to the back of his armour, between his wings. Also, he can focus the energy from his beam gun into his armour, which enables him to fire a short, but powerful, wave laser from a fist-sized gap in its chestplate.
Special Powers: Davlos can judge lines of fire from weaponry, like guns, with outstanding proficiency, and as such can dodge bullets before they are even fired.
Quote: “Effectively defeating the purpose of the entire operation. Nicely done.”