Belial

Belial has been a part of the magical girl business since the tender age of thirteen but in truth has come to detest the field, deeply regretting being sucked into that world in the first place. Now at the purportedly ripe old age of thirty-one, countless young girls have been instructed by her over the span of her career to fight against evil and has—unsurprisingly—bore witness to countless of their untimely deaths. A hardened combat veteran, exceptionally accomplished and lacking a single fuck to give about everything and anything for a long, long time. Belial is beyond jaded and practically oozes sarcasm out of every pore.

Before becoming a magical girl Belial was a happy, energetic young girl who always tried to do her very best at everything and never, ever gave up. Her tongue as sharp as a blade; surprisingly skilled in leadership roles even at such a young age with her hypercompetitiveness guiding her down that path. These traits would eventually became her downfall, later finding herself the head of her battalion and the responsibility falling to her to keep her girls motivated and most importantly alive. None of her original teammates nor students remain alive other than herself which led to Belial develop a severe case of survivor's guilt after having seen them all die one by one.

Oftentimes she's so exhausted and disinterested in everything around her that she barely cares to lift a finger to do even the simplest of tasks, but whenever Belial engaged in a fight she's a real show-stopper with very little competition to speak of. If she finds a battle not being up to snuff she'll cut corners to end it as quickly as possible. On the battlefield she wears a very military-esque uniform purposefully designed to resemble her original magical girl costume, and to honor those she's lost it's almost entirely in black as if she's in a constant state of mourning. At home, however, she sports a baggy t-shirt and shorts.

Being a long-range fighter she prefers to keep herself at a distance from her target; mowing them down with a rain of pretty pink bullets. She avoids getting up close and personal unless the situation truly demands it. The majority of her magical girl toolkit has either been lost to time or broken during the numerous fights she found herself caught up in over the years, the only thing remaining being her weapon of choice: a huge, gaudy, pink Gatling gun.

She was initially training to become a professional florist to follow in the footsteps of her parents, even obtaining her cutie mark pertaining to that field, though it seemingly must not have coincided with her true destiny. While it is up for debate if she could even be considered an employee she does help in doing her part in keeping her family's decades old business running smoothly. Speaking of her family none are actually aware as to what she gets up to in her personal life despite her often disappearing for days to weeks at a time along with the glaring fact that she's completely missing an eye along with the gnarly scar that accompanies it.

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• Religiously smokes several packs of cigarettes per week in the attempt to calm her ever jittery nerves. It never seems to work much, though.