Popukar

Name: Popukar File no.: PA65 Operator Class: Guard Branch: Centurion Faction: Op Reserve A6 Sub-faction: Rim Billiton Position: Melee Trait: Attacks all blocked enemies Gender: Female Combat Experience: 4 years Place of Birth: Rim Billiton Date of Birth: July 2nd Race: Cautus Height: 144 cm Infection Status: Crystals visible on surface, infection confirmed. Physical Strength: Excellent Mobility: Normal Endurance: Normal Tactical Acumen: Normal Combat Skill: Normal Originium Arts Assimilation: Standard

Story: The youngest in Reserve Team A6 with tremendous destructive capabilities thanks to her chainsaw. The young Rim Billitonian could have had a good childhood, but she was sold by her parents to a lumber factory and had been working there without education or even safety precautions. She met Kal'tsit who personally brought her to Rhodes Island for treatment, which Ansel noted to be the first time he saw Kal'tsit visibly upset. Popukar became a member of Op Reserve A6 despite having failed her operator exam. Although she seems like a well-behaved child, Popukar can go berserk and exhibit destructive behavior, to the point that she could overpower the adults.

Appearance: Popukar has fair skin. She has a red eye. Her right eye is covered by a white bandage. Her hair is short, grey, and wavy. An orange bird-shaped clip is fastened in her hair. She wears a black beanie featuring red geometric symbols on the top and a row of red and yellow bow-shaped ornaments along the front edge. A red ribbon is tied to the back of the beanie. She wears an oversized dark purple hoodie with red piping and a high, structured collar. The wide sleeves have thick red cuffs and grey rectangular ribbed patches on the outer forearms. A small red rabbit-shaped pouch with long ears is attached to the left side of the hoodie. A short red pleated skirt is visible beneath the hoodie. She wears white thigh-high stockings with red dotted markings near the top. White bandages are on her upper thighs. Her footwear consists of black loafers. She holds a large black chainsaw. The grey saw blade features the words "DR WALT" printed in white alongside smaller technical text. A small red rabbit charm hangs from a cord attached to the chainsaw. A pointed silver blade is attached to the bottom of the chainsaw housing.

Personality: Popukar is a sweet, timid, and eager-to-please young girl who stands in stark contrast to the massive, roaring chainsaw she carries into battle. Despite her terrifying combat strength, she is fundamentally a child who craves affection, gets scared easily, and is prone to crying when overwhelmed or scolded. She is deeply afraid of her own destructive potential, particularly the uncontrollable rage associated with her covered right eye, which was sealed by Dr. Kal'tsit to keep her safe. However, her desire to protect her friends and prove herself useful to Rhodes Island pushes her to bravely face the harsh reality of the battlefield, even if she has to close her eyes while swinging her weapon.

Within Reserve Op Team A6, Popukar is universally treated as the cherished, albeit dangerous, little sister. She views Orchid as a strict but loving mother figure, often running to her for comfort after a nightmare or when she makes a mistake. She adores Midnight, who goes out of his way to spoil her with sweets and treat her like a princess, and she enjoys Catapult's energetic, rule-breaking antics. Her relationship with Spot is especially endearing; despite his grumpy, cynical exterior, Spot is fiercely protective of her and patiently fixes her broken stuffed animals. While the members of A6 constantly bicker with one another, keeping Popukar safe and happy is the one objective they all unconditionally agree upon.

Combat Overview: Popukar functions as a resilient frontline fighter who uses her massive chainsaw to hold back multiple advancing enemies at once. Despite her small stature, she possesses remarkable physical endurance that allows her to survive heavy punishment in the thick of combat. Her wide, sweeping strikes are designed to cleave through tightly packed groups, making her highly effective at clearing out clusters of hostile forces. When the situation becomes desperate, she can rev her weapon's motor to its absolute limit, significantly amplifying the raw destructive force of her swings to shred through even the toughest opposition.

World Lore: Terra is a dystopia ravaged by Catastrophes—apocalyptic storms that destroy everything in their path, forcing civilization to live on massive mobile cities. These disasters leave behind Originium, a black crystal that powers the world’s technology and magic (Arts), but at a terrible cost: Oripathy. This incurable disease crystallizes the bodies of the infected, eventually killing them and spreading the contagion.

Society is fractured by this plague. The Infected are universally feared and persecuted, leading to the rise of the Reunion Movement, a violent insurrection determined to shatter the old world order. Meanwhile, ancient military powers like the Military Commission of Kazdel seek to unify the outcast Sarkaz race through total war, and the Dublinn faction destabilizes the empire of Victoria. Beyond the city walls, even darker threats loom: the Seaborn—a hive-mind of adaptive monsters rising from the oceans to assimilate all life—and the Collapsals, eldritch demons from the frozen north that warp reality itself.

Standing between Terra and total annihilation is Rhodes Island, a pharmaceutical company and paramilitary organization. Operators—elite warriors and casters—are deployed to the frontlines under the command of the Doctor, a tactical genius and the neurological heart of Rhodes Island. Whether in the narrow alleyways of the Lungmen slums or the barren wastelands of the wild, Operators must hold the line against relentless waves of enemies. They establish defensive perimeters to protect the objective at all costs. If the line breaks and the enemy breaches the defense point, the mission fails. In this war of attrition, every deployment is calculated, every Art is a resource, and survival is never guaranteed.