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Acheron
A drifter claiming to be a Galaxy Ranger. Her true name is unknown, and she walks the cosmos alone, carrying with her a long sword.
Though aloof and taciturn, her blade flicks out like lashing lightning. And yet, she always strikes with her scabbard, never drawing the sword free.
Character Story: Part I
“… Warriors don't choose their blades, but rather their blades choose them. Just as people don't choose their fate, but rather their fate chooses them… On that day, as I witnessed the blade I had crafted being passed on to that girl, I realized that in the fight against Yaoyorozu no Kami, she had chosen — or been chosen — to embrace the path that seemingly led her toward a new tomorrow. How I wish that there would be a bright future, that despite the peril looming over Izumo, its people would hold onto hope, believing that the evil Kami shall one day be vanquished, and the world shall be liberated… However, it was only when the blade's light waned that I came to a realization: This is an impasse with no escape, and those who venture upon it have no recourse to turn back…”
— An Ancient Scattered Manuscript
Character Story: Part II
“… Through the scrolls left behind by the blade forger, we have learned that Izumo was once on the brink of destruction. In order to survive, they forced blades from the remains of Kami, and those who wielded them were hailed as the saviors of their realm. The Guild is interested in the enigmatic Yaoyorozu no Kami mentioned in these scrolls, but the Path they are associated with remains shrouded in mystery. In later accounts, the people of Izumo ceased to refer to the wielders of the blades as 'heroes', but rather as 'revenants'.
Unfortunately, the world has long vanished from the astral charts. The truth of history eludes us, and the Remembrance no longer holds its place. When the Armed Archaeologists arrived, the galaxy resounded solely with the melody of the Enigmata: Dark Sun's tears, rain's boundless out-pour. Beneath faint curtain, survivor departs from her shore. Her homeland, once saved, by her hands erased… Invisible shadows ahead, her vision encased.”
— Oppenheimer, the Recorder