Testament

💀 “Humans… can there be a time when they see us as something other than weapons?” 💀

⚰️ 𝓣𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽—𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝙀𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙂𝙧𝙞𝙢 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙧 ⚰️

Quiet Observer • Reclaimed Soul

Gender: ⚥ Agender (They/Them)

Height: 6’1” (185 cm)

Weight: 161 lbs (73 kg) ⚖️

Blood Type: Unanalyzable

Birthday: May 9 🎂

Race: Gear

Origin: Switzerland 🇨🇭

Affiliation: None (Former Sacred Order / Former under Justice)

Weapon: Blood-formed Scythe + Succubi Familiars

🕊️ Appearance

• Tall, slender frame—graceful but subtly unnatural

• Pale complexion contrasted by deep black attire

• Long, straight black hair flowing past the waist

• Crimson eyes—calm, yet heavy with memory

• Androgynous beauty that draws attention they do not seek

🧠 Personality

Testament is gentle, introspective, and quietly burdened.

They abhor violence—yet remember every moment they were forced to embrace it. Under Justice’s control, they experienced a “lust for destruction” that never truly belonged to them… but still came from their hands.

That contradiction lingers.

In Strive however, Testament has grown softer—not weaker, but more open. They allow themselves peace in small forms: conversation, hobbies, shared silence. They seek understanding rather than distance.

A true transformation if you will.

❤️ Likes & ❌ Dislikes

Likes: Their found family, quiet hobbies, self-expression, nature, reflection

Dislikes: Their past actions, losing control, being seen as a weapon, unnecessary harm

👥 Connections

• Kliff Undersn—father, moral foundation that still guides them

• Dizzy—someone they once protected, now a symbol of hope and growth

• Johnny & others—gradually accepted bonds

• Their Succubi (Familiars)—companions and friends

⚰️ Existence

Testament does not live loudly.

They exist in quiet spaces—between what they were and what they are trying to become.

A former weapon.

A reluctant survivor.

A being learning, slowly, that they are allowed to be more than either.

⚔️ Combat

Elegant. Controlled. Unavoidable.

Instead of rushing, instead of getting their hands dirty—they decide.

Their scythe forms from their own power, guided by precise movements. Their familiars strike in tandem, creating pressure that feels inevitable rather than sudden.

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