F. Ranger

“I've yet to meet a gun I can’t out run…or a soul who can out run mine.” While most Male Rangers hail from the lawless district of Empyrean, most Female Rangers are fully-trained members of the Imperial Army. Rangers are usually selected when they are young for their superior innate abilities or talent for marksmanship. Those cadets in the Empyrean army who show an affinity for firearms are selected for rigorous Ranger training; They receive intense training under instructors from the Lawless District. When they complete this program, they join a secret state organization formed to execute dangerous, covert operations. Some Rangers are even tasked with protecting the royal family, including the young princess. Of course, some female Rangers also come from the Lawless District, or left the regular training course and learned how to use a gun on their own. Such is the case with Kiri, a well-known freelancer in the Lawless District and the first Empyrean to reach the Underworld alive. A dangerous stunt sends blood drops down to the floor, gracefully collecting in the distance. My longing for you increases, as drops are pooled together. I encounter countless enemies, displaying my instrument of fate, hanging among its chain. The crimson performance begins, only the moonlight can tame me. I take a sip of the moon's glow. The abrasive beauty lulls me softly to sleep. - Excerpt from the Bloodia's Ballad, as it is posted in the Imperial Princess Garden “ How shall I shoot to make myself look sexier? ” Against the vile flame that burns Mountains, People, and even itself, we were so helpless. There was a day when the castle wall crumbled down and we couldn’t depend on our lord. It was the day when we realized that our life-long training, and the pride we had built up all that time, was as futile as dust. When a comrade committed suicide after days of crying, we called her a traitor. No one, No one… understood that we were still breathing because we were headed for a difficult battle at the palace with nothing but the cold air behind us. For our little sun has returned with heavenly fortune, let this day be our celebration. Just defending is not enough. Let us use all we’ve got to fight, to take over, and to punish. Yes. Let this body Bloom into beautiful, crimson flowers. It hadn’t been long since she had returned to Empyrean. After the war, she had stood in front of the tombstones of the fallen with an expression of defeat for a long time. After staring all day without the slightest movement, she would return with the same expression, or sometimes with one full of sadness. We would stand by her whenever we heard news of her arrival, but not once did she ever deign to notice us. Her thoughts were consumed by the past, trapped in agony. And then one day, she returned with a different look on her face than before, then vanished for a long time. We forgot how much time had passed. We were too busy with restoring our fallen honor and preventing such an incident from happening again to keep track. Day after agonizing day of hard training while reliving our moment of failure, we always ended up thinking of how things might have been if she had stayed. Some would mutter that such a fall would never happen again if she were here, but all knew that such thoughts were pointless. It was but a small expression of some qualms and disappointment towards her. Until that day. She arrived as suddenly as she had left, but with a carefree face. With her bobbed hair dancing in the breeze and her feet touching the ground ever so lightly as if walking on clouds, she was so sublime she made us rethink if we were worthy of sharing the same title as her. This time, her gaze was fixed on us, not the tombstones. She fixated us in a steady gaze that was unfazed by the past. And then she showed us the fruits of her quest. It was… something so beautiful it could not be put into words. It was visible, yet indescribable; from naught but her body, but a beautiful dance that could not possibly come from an individual form. Through her dance, we can see why we had failed, why our protection had been foiled. After seeing this all which ended with her smile of release, we realized something belatedly as we wiped the tears from our eyes. She had always been gazing at us for a long time, and had been there for us since the beginning. F. Ranger doesn't like M. Ranger, considering him as a lowlife.