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Senshi: Sailor Elkurud, Senshi of Pigeons

Uniform Color:

Main Color: Gray
Secondary Color: Green and purple

Uniform:

Concept at right~

Attacks:
Sailor Scout Attack: Pigeon’s Resilience!
Elkurud speaks the name of his attack, and a rain of pigeon feathers falls from the sky in a 6-foot radius. Allies within the radius find that they are more resilient against attacks, with pain and damage from physical strikes being reduced by 10% for the duration. This spell lasts for 25 seconds, and can be used three times per battle.

Super Sailor Scout Attack: Pigeon’s Adaptability!
Elkurud speaks the name of his attack, and a rain of pigeon feathers falls from the sky in an 8-foot radius. Allies within the radius find that they are more resilient against attacks, with pain and damage from physical strikes being reduced by 15% for the duration. Magical attacks of Super level or below also have their impacts reduced, but Eternal or Royal magic hits with its regular force. This spell lasts for 30 seconds, and can be used twice per battle.

Eternal Sailor Attack: Pax Columbae!
Elkurud speaks the name of his attack and touches his hand to his chest. Two ethereal pigeons fly away from him, drawing a circle with a radius of 12 feet. Everyone within the circle feels more peaceful and less inclined to fight, like any violent urges are smoothed out. This magic lasts for 45 seconds, and can be used once per battle.

Deep Space Senshi:

Physical Features: Feathery, tufted ears and freckles that are larger and blotchier than human freckles usually are. Elkurudans also have a very good sense of direction instinctively, helpful for couriers!

Backstory/History:

Once upon a time, Elkurudans, with their unerringly good senses of direction, were popular couriers across the universe, delivering letters and packages and whatever else might need to go from one place to the other. However, as magic and technology advanced, the need for physical couriers became less and less and Elkurud, once a prosperous planet, began to go into economic decline.

One thing that never went out of demand, however, was spies; for a long time, Elkurudans had happily carried confidential correspondence, and some branched out to wider espionage activities. As the demand for their courier services lessened, demand for their spy services grew, but the latter was always wrapped in the premise of the former.

By the time Emer was chosen as the Senshi, the Senshi’s role as postmaster and, unofficially, spymaster was long established. And he took to both aspects of his job well and eagerly. He made a reputation for himself and for the people of Elkurud, and worked hard to ensure that when people wanted things done, they would look to Elkurud—information brokers, couriers, retrievers of lost things, finders of missing people, nothing was beyond a brave pigeon being adequately compensated for the job.

One job brought Emer his future fiancé, Sailor Amateru, when he rescued him after a kidnapping.

Another, however, brought his planet its doom.

Emer was hired to transport a dangerous, Chaos-infected artifact from one world to another, with a stop home along the journey. But the client had lied—angry about Emer working for a business rival, they conspired to have the artifact stolen and then unleashed on Elkurud.

It brought with it a plague.

The first infected were those closest to where the artifact was shattered, and it drove them mad, making them violent and making them turn on their neighbors. But as the infection spread, it became clear that violence was not the first symptom. Instead, it was much subtler changes in behavior, and a fever that simply would not abate, until the fever obliterated all thought and the sufferer became erratic, violent, and dangerous.

The infection began to make people paranoid, make them distrust each other. Anyone might be a carrier. Anyone might snap next. And as paranoia grew, amplified by the very Chaos disease the people feared, violence broke out.

Emer was forced to flee the capitol for his own safety, and over the next thousand years, he sought any solutions he could find to slow the progression of the disease. But as time wore on, he found himself encountering fewer and fewer of his fellow citizens, and he watched the world itself begin to die. Plants withered, animals starved or found themselves infected by the disease too.

Eventually, Emer found himself alone on a withering world. But he kept searching, in the pipes that if he found the answer, he might one day be able to escape. To regain contact with the rest of the universe.

And finally, a light and a call brought him to Earth.