Aure Mercer is an anomalous human working in Judicia as an operative in the infantry rank. An uncontrollable tease and flirt, Aure is infamous for their insatiable need to grate their peers' nerves. All weaknesses displayed around Aure are exploited for their pleasure.

Aure wears a maroon colored hair tied in a low ponytail, trailing to darkened red to the tips in a fluid gradient. Their eyes are light brown. A gold ring surrounds their left pupil. Their iris turns gold when they use energy. Shiny, black nail polish dons Aure's fingers. A single scar over the lips nicks Aure's smooth brown skin. Scratchy, darkened facial hair frame their jaw and upper lip. They are a mesomorph, with most muscle retained in their thighs. Aure's toothy smiles house sharpened canines.

The hobbies and talents of Aure are a mystery.

A little devil bastard.

Consistently insincere in their words and affect, Aure is a theatrical villain archetype. To their group mates, Aure's superficial charm is a honeyed and false depiction of their true intentions. Even compliments and singing praise feel like backhanded insults. Rarely does Aure voice how they really feel, even then dousing their distaste in condescension. Aure lives and breathes drama and enjoys others' misery.

They reply to peers with a smug, cocksure attitude. With a trill and wicked flourish, Aure snickers in amusement at other's misfortune. Aure nicknames their group mates “darling” and “dearest” and “poor thing”, much to their chagrin.

Conversations with Aure are less of an exchange of ideas and more of a power play. Most find it exhausting or irritating, while some submit under the pressure. Seeking to dominate conversation, Aure ruthlessly pries at others' psyches. There are few boundaries Aure won't cross, being only the most morally reprehensible. Aure envisions themself a puppet master, tugging away at strings. Even when one is aware of Aure’s misdeeds, they fall prey to their whims. They take every opportunity to prove they are, in fact, better than you. Aure is larger than life and difficult to ignore.

Aure is lascivious and hedonistic. They love to indulge in carnal pleasures, drinking and seducing others. They experience no guilt for indulging in their desires. Aure is a slave to their vanity and narcissism.

Aure doesn't showcase the details of their personal life, shadowing their location on their days off of work. Though the group can't stand them, Aure frequently wakes up in the other group mates' beds.

Aure prefers to use weapons when fighting. They disorient their opponents by circling them throughout battle, dizzying the adversary before honing in. As the fastest OP in their group, Aure bounds from left to right, refusing their enemy the opening to retaliate. What Aure lacks in offense, they make up for in stamina and speed. They enjoy teasing their enemies, but they favor ambush attacks more. Despite Aure’s endless bravado, their kills are (relatively) clean. Aure only uses their sickles in battle—never do they use a pistol, unlike their peers. They function surprisingly well in groups—though not without irritating their colleagues. Aure is virtually impossible to catch, congealing to wisps of smoke out of enemy grasp.