Ira's Links
All life is capable of creation, but also the same with destruction. Either of the two comes easier to others. But all view destruction as the worst of the two, so I guess I'm the rock that our father put all his negative energy into.
Two halves of a whole soul. Ira and I are pieces of our father: Aria. I am creation and he is destruction. We cannot have one without the other. The world is nothing without creation or destruction. Life is nothing without the balance in the two.
This human can't get any spells correct. If they got things right 100% of the time, then winning battles wouldn't be such a pain.
There are sigils on the angel's robes. Maybe they can be translated into some kind of spell. The shawls they use can be limp like fabric but turn into swords with the flick of a wrist, but it's still made of marble? It must be magic.
This Gouachee is too young to be fighting monsters, but they aren't that great at healing neither. Healing me at least. Their powers must only work on living beings and not...marble.
Mean angel fights all the time! I can't heal them because they're rocks....
She's intimidating but she's still somewhat human. She heals any of the cracks Ari and I get in battle by filling in the damage with her special materials.
My, an equally as beautiful sculpture. The texture not as smooth against our skin but pleasing to gaze upon. The crease on their furrowed brow expresses constant disdain which perfectly reflects their character. More reluctant to customization, but I assure you I do not disappoint.
This little brat doesn't follow orders and brings in unwanted attention to already daunting battles. We'll be fighting a flock of werebears and she comes running in with pack of wolves.
Ira is cool too, but they get so emotional that it makes them less cool. Shouting angrily in battle while slicing them up? Silent but deadly is my cup of tea. Quit complaining and knock out a guy.
An absolute idiot. We don't need to fight most of the battles we get into, but he just has to randomly encounter an enemy every dozen steps.
That's the other powerful statue we met. They don't really like me. Keeps calling me an imbe...imeci...idiot. They keep calling me an idiot. Look, I don't read as much books as you guys, but I'm only 20, you guys are like 100 times my age. You could read all the books you want.
This pink fairy serves no use other than give "moral support" and a tiny bit of healing. I don't need either of those things.
Oh dear~ Hard and cold on the outside, but hard and cold on the inside. But not as cold on the inside than the outside. Maybe the outside is colder because they're not wearing their robe correctly. Don't worry, I have trouble putting on clothes because of my wings too. Teehee~
This orange fairy persuaded the idiot to take on a sidequest to save their pink fairy companion. Wasting our time.
"This one wears a deep scowl... He and the other have skin and wings that look made out of solid stone. Can he even fly with his heavy wings like Cammy and I?"