Name: Cresta DeFelis.

Rank: Corporal.

Class: Soldat. (Ammo)

Occupation: Black Legion (Royal Nation, Expendable by the Order).

Weaponry: 'Jesse' Combat Rifle, 'Auclair' Lever Pistol, Combat Knife, Rifle Grenades.

Perk: Veteran (Doesn't get inspired, Full Ammo Reserves, Superior Reloading Technique).

"The only reason I fight for them... It's because they have a gun behind my head."

Personality: Disloyal, Distant, Cold, Self-Preserving (Deserting Type), Gulit-ridden.

Relationship (Pre-Fall of Lescatie):

Elt:

"It's all my fault... If only I... Elt... I can never forgive myself for this... I'm so sorry, Elt..."

"IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME... NOT HIM."

"I COULD'VE SAVED HIM BY TELLING THE TRUTH..."

Cresta couldn't saved him from dying in training in the Lancer Corp... He and Elt lied that Elt's a potential Lancer... An accident leads to his untimely demise... while the Maidens didn't blame him... He could never forgive himself...

Wilmarina Noscrim:

"Even for a daughter of that old fool... I guess we can be friends..."

He doesn't hate her... She cares of him, as well, compared to her father.

Mimil Miltie:

"You're annoying... But I suppose you're alright... thanks for the Healing Magic, though..."

Annoying, but he doesn't hate her. She was an interesting breath of fresh air, to him.

Sasha Fullmoon:

"... I know that I steal when I was young, and wanted me to live in your Orphanage... But at least the little ones are happy for my care package."

While he understands why she wanted him to stay in the Orphanage permanently... His habits of stealing food and jewelry would lead her to trouble. So, he chose to live in the slums... Even if he no longer has any living parents...

Primera Concerto:

"Annoying. Yet at the same time... It's comforting to have someone to talk normally with."

A Rivalry of Ideology... But they're mutual enemies. Respectable, but still.

Mersé Dascaros:

"I get it. You want me to be brave. But there are times that you have to run."

Merse couldn't blame Cresta. He was effected the worst by Elt's unnecessary demise. But at the same time, she trained him to fight well, and to stay by her side as her Adjutant... Until he was Conscripted into the Black Legion...

Francisca Mistel Lescatie:

"... Sorry for being late. I got you the Meds... And yes, I stole them. So what?"

He's the only one who still maintains connections to her. Which slightly eases her mind... But also... wished that she could be with him... Without this damn sickness.

Amanomiya Koyoi (Post Lescatie Fall):

"If you're here to laugh. Go ahead..."

...

"You just want to listen to my version of the story...? Fine by me."

Weller:

"We met each other in the Black Legion... Perhaps... We can survive... Together, as blood brothers."

They are both Soldats. Conscripts. But... They're both destined to die (not really), as nothing more but a grain of wheat... Hence they got along well. United by struggle.

WHEN WILL THIS NIGHTMARE ENDS?

Cresta DeFelis...

The Chief God extends her Mercy to you. In her forgiveness: Salvation.

[Do you wish me to make this? I'd do so on Fanfiction.Net, instead of here.]

[Same way as my Monster Girl Encyclopedia's Nationstates]

{I'll make the White Sabers}