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Though Sentinel once turned away from her family's path, the spread of war awakened her dormant protective instincts.

Sentinel Poster Gargoyle Demon
For generations, gargoyles have stood watch over the monastery as symbols of divine power. The Ténébrun family has carried on this sacred duty through their bloodline. Though Sentinel once turned away from her family's path, the spread of war awakened her dormant protective instincts. To protect her people and uphold her nation's pride, she stepped into the conflict, hoping to use her powers as a gargoyle for good. However, the war quickly shattered those ideals. It was not a fight for justice but a struggle driven by interests. Facing this reality, Sentinel resolved to end the war, even if it meant becoming a "Demon" who wanders the battlefield.
Rêve de Paris
Paris, in its Belle Époque, kindled a fragile dream within Sentinel - a dream to embrace the modern age and craft beauty with her own hands. With her grandmother and sister's gentle support, she pursued the art of fashion, hoping to stitch her name into the city's brilliance. Then came the war. The hands once tracing silk and sketching grace now held cold iron - hands made to create beauty, now forced to take life. As the war dragged on without mercy, her dream, once within arm's reach, drifted away like a ribbon carried off by the wind.
Whispers in Her Ear
No one meant more to Sentinel than her younger sister Agnès. She was kind and compassionate, always there for Sentinel with steady support and a listening ear. Through her letters, Agnès gave Sentinel the strength to endure the horrors of war while clinging to her humanity, which was fading. But the cruelty of war took Agnès's life. Since then, Sentinel has heard gentle whispers in her ear, with Agnès still encouraging her, comforting her, speaking to her, and asking her questions. Now, they face everything side by side again, just as they did when they were closest.

Items

"The Nameless"
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 		Custom Stealth Cloak
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 		Steel Winged Headpiece
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Sentinel Item 1
Story cost2
75
Sentinel Item 2
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30
Sentinel Item 3
Story cost1
75
"A simple bolt-action rifle that combines durability and accuracy, calibrated for optimal handling and comfort.
The interviewee has made a number of modifications, yet has never considered naming it, viewing the weapon as a functional tool rather than an item of great personal significance. 		A highly functional cloak, sewn by the interviewee and designed specifically for covert operations. She skillfully cut a piece of "night," allowing herself to vanish into the darkness.
While the cloak was created for battlefield use, its precise stitching and choice of specialized textiles suggest that the interviewee possesses extensive knowledge of tailoring. 		A high-carbon steel accessory, created during the interviewee's fourteenth summer.
While she and her cousin sought refuge from the summer heat in a cellar, they discovered the remains of a stone wing that undoubtedly belonged to their ancestors. After reconstructing the carving's unique design, they commissioned a family member skilled in armor forging to recreate it in high-carbon steel.
Years later, it reappeared on the interviewee's head as a distinctive protective charm.

Tailor-Made Cavalier Hat
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 		Ceremonious Cape
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 		"Ode to Peace"
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Sentinel Item 4
Story cost2
40
Sentinel Item 5
Story cost2
80
Sentinel Item 6
Story cost1
5
"A folded-brim cavalier hat. Its upturned brim is designed to avoid interfering with the steel winged headpiece the wear has on her head. The interviewee seems particularly fond of the tall, pointy decorations, wearing them even at the risk of piercing through the hat's crown. A magnificent, dignified cape—not designed for ambush or combat, yet one that allows the interviewee to move freely through the palace halls. "The deep jewel tone is solemn without being dreary. The embroidery balances classical motifs with Art Nouveau styling. The tassels must be short enough, and the fabric must be stiff and well-tailored so it won't interfere with shouldering and aiming a rifle." The interviewee clearly posses considerable expertise in costume design, which deepens our curiosity about her professional background. A smokeless rifle with finely engraved detailing, meticulously maintained inside and out. The rifling bears not a speck of grime, guaranteeing each bullet departs at peak velocity to pierce cleanly through the skull of any who would shatter the peace. Peace, of course, is forged by weapons—it always has been.

Story

A Dream Deferred to Death
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The thundering steps of industry encroach into daily life; emotions, pressed for space, spill onto paper, forming an endless plane where artists unfurl their private worlds without restraint.
In the brilliant halls of the Louvre, swirling skirts and the pearl-like notes of a harp sweep across a dance floor of Baroque curves. Dance—until the pigments fade, until elegance crumbles—

Until the bombs fall.

Smoke drapes itself over memory, dark-red blood seeping through until everything turns a sallow gray. Under the cover of night, a trembling soldier lights a cigarette, its glow a small, defiant red. He hesitates before lifting it above the trench, waiting for the crack of a bullet.

Hands slip over his eyes. Murmured words in the dark melt fear into stillness, stillness into rapture. Terror leaves him at last.

He is back in a sweeter time: drums pound like hearts around him, hot drink scalds his throat. He spins and spins, ignoring the blood on his hands, shutting out the hoarse cries that break from his own mouth—clinging to this perfect instant.

Gunfire?

He touches his ear; warm blood slicks his fingers. Dazed, he turns toward the sound. Only a ruined church stands in the field, its lone Gargoyle staring silently as his life flashes past.
Two Letters
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Dear Agnès,​​

I hope this letter finds you well, and that you're able to savor the gentle spring sun even across the distance between us. By the time you receive these words, I imagine you resting beneath the old apple tree, surrounded by the comforting scent of fresh earth and opening buds.

After many trials, I've finally completed my first dress without a constricting waistline. When you wear it for your prayers, you'll no longer feel bound by those tight corsets. The chiffon is soft as a breath against the skin, and I hope its gentle touch eases your discomfort and lifts your spirit high enough to hear the words of the heavens.
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* A dusty letter discovered near the statue.
Ladislas,

Do not attempt to deter me; my purpose is fixed beyond doubt.

What once was gentle now stands unyielding as stone.
Fight Fire with Fire
[UTTU×Sentinel]
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Pandora Wilson: At a glance, you are indistinguishable from any other Gargoyles—frozen on the church roof.
Pandora Wilson: But you're different. That rifle in your hands ... still holding it after all this time.
Sentinel: I wonder perchance, do you know if those lips of yours can survive a shot from this rifle?
Pandora Wilson: I don't believe your bullets could hurt me.
Sentinel: You would not be the first to think so. It was hubris in them, and soon enough they all tasted lead laced with sulfur.
Pandora Wilson: You fought while so many of your kin sought only to hide from the war. What drove you to stand and act?
Sentinel: ...
Pandora Wilson: I understand. Not what—who.
Sentinel: A man swept up by war—I killed him. This is my sorrow, and it is my answer.
Pandora Wilson: And you're willing to fight in spite of the affliction of your people. Even if it means succumbing to your demons?
Sentinel: ...
Sentinel: Truly, I do not know whether I have already fallen to them.


Birthday Letter

1: A member of the Gargoyle family, Marianne, later known as Sentinel, was born on the longest night of the year. She was shaped not only by shadows, sin, and sleepless nights, but also by duty, immortality, and solitary hours on shadowed perches.
2: There was a time when voices joined together in singing Te Deum, pouring glass after glass of freshly uncorked wine. The war brought an end to that, and to Sentinel, those days became a distant memory. She did not think of her birthday; she simply sat in a tree, cracking open another tin for dinner.
3: On this day, Sentinel received a new rifle strap and some biscuits from Marsha. Lopera and Regulus took charge of organizing the food, fireworks, music, and guests, declaring their determination to finally get Sentinel to break her dour expression.

Wilderness Conversation

「Sentinel Wilderness Conversation」
Sentinel Icon Apologies, I... did not know you were there.
Is there something that you needed?
「Sentinel - Max Bond Wilderness Conversation」
Sentinel Icon Good day, Vertin.
I'm just enjoying the sunshine. It is a welcome respite from the grim smoke of the battlefield.


Appearances

Story Appearance Type Role
A Long Long Way Banner
A Long Long Way 		Main Story: Ch. 11 Main cast
Dawn Rises Over the Kill Zone Banner
Dawn Rises Over the Kill Zone 		Character Story: Sentinel Main cast

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