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Omisielle Faulzaje is a humanoid [[concepts/homunculus]] born around
1113 in the [[Basilisk Universe|dims/basilisk]] for the purposes of
assassinating all personnel of the Moon civilization.

# Lithium Backstory

> "What do you mean, I can't use it?" the girl asks, irritated by his answer.
> "It's simply too dangerous to use the Dimension Driver for such a selfish
> desire. If you were to activate it, there's no telling where you may end up."
>
> "Ari, you know I can handle myself wherever I go!" she retorts. His answer is
> unchanged - "No. Omi, this is silly. You sound like a 12-year-old in a poorly
> written comedy movie."
>
> Omi's face darkens. She knows that what she's doing is foolish, yet her lust
> for new adventures won't let her take grip of the situation. Or, perhaps it's
> just lust for foreign money. At this point, not even she can tell for sure.
>
> The greed overtakes her, and turns into anger; almost like a tiger breaking
> out of a cage to consume its trainer. Her hand moves to her sheath, and —
>
> The flash of electricity stuns her brother Aricil – completely incapacitated
> by her immense flurry of strikes. By the time he comes to, she's already gone
> like the wind.
>
> In another world, the young assassin awakens. Her head hurts. Everything
> around her moves in slow motion. Not just for a moment, but continually.
> Wherever she's landed, time is simply different.
>
> This bemuses her. She begins to laugh. The world's strongest killer, now with
> the world's fastest reflexes. Nothing will stop her now.
>
> And then, she notices her surroundings. A wide field between mountains, with
> a road to her right. In the distance a city, but nearby, nothing but grass.
> Her shoulders slump and again her expression darkens.
>
> "Shit."
>
> Rain spatters down, and quickly gets heavy as she sits in the field. The rain
> is not water, but metal – and that the sky is far darker than it should be.
>
> Without a soul in sight, she looks up. The world is being devoured by a
> gigantic, black mass.
>
> The Assassin prays for safety.