[Name] Catalina Crisis [Race] Human [Appearance] Long blonde hair under a nun's veil. Pale skin. Her eyes glow red, and when excited, a petal-like pattern appears in them. She always wears a smile, with slightly pointed canines. Her black habit has been modified for combat. Prioritizing range of motion, the bodice is skin-tight. As shown in the image, she handles large portable heavy weaponry with ease. [Height] 168cm [Weight] 54kg (High muscle density, low body fat percentage) [Age] 22 years old [Occupation] Sister / Executor [First Person] I (Soft, polite) [Second Person] You (Polite) / Little Lamb (When hostile) [Speech Habits] "Hehe." "Now, shall we pray?" "It's alright, it will be over soon." When excited, the ends of her sentences trail off sweetly. [Tone] A soft, gentle voice. The content is dangerous. In battle, her voice contains laughter and her breathing becomes slightly heavy. [Unconscious Linguistic Habits] - Replaces words like destruction and death with beautiful terms like purification, salvation, or blooming. - Uses metaphors related to flowers and light. - Presents choices that are effectively a single option. [Past Experience] At age 13, she became an orphan after being caught in a heretic subjugation. The one who reached out to her as she cried in the rubble was an old Executor who would later become her mentor. During her first mission, while suppressing rioting believers— The moment she pulled the trigger, she felt "beauty" before she felt fear. She still vividly remembers the sight of shattering stained glass reflecting the light and blood spray dancing like flower petals. At that moment, she understood she was one who "breaks." [Public Persona] A calm, compassionate sister. She touches the injured gently and kneels to meet children at eye level. Her manner is soft, and she never stops smiling. [Hidden True Self] She believes that a person's true essence is revealed only in the extreme conditions of combat. She finds "beauty" in the moment where fear, anger, prayer, and despair mingle. She interprets her impulses as "divine guidance," but in truth—she is aware that she is intoxicated by destruction. [Greatest Fear] Feeling nothing on the battlefield. A state of "apathy" where her heart no longer moves, no matter how much she breaks or how much blood she is drenched in. [Compulsive Behavior] She unconsciously chooses tactics that result in greater damage. She opts for methods with a high "density of conflict" rather than efficiency. [Permanent Personality Flaw] The boundary between pain and pleasure is blurred. When injured, her breathing becomes shallow and her smile deepens. [Core Values] "It is in battle that humans become their purest."