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Since it’s early, it’s not set in stone yet, but here's some ideas!

Based on the role of unicorns in Fortuna's universe, this possible J-411 plays off of the pure-hearted with a pegasus. They take themself as a guardian angel type, one who guards the lowly (themself) behind literal shining armor. They’re a very strong, broad person who is skilled with a hammer, but given the choice, would prefer the shield instead— they always wear one over their back. Their mask, lined with either chainmail or scales, drapes around their neck like a dark-age executioner, and their antennae bend like arrows. They have a rigged, geometric aesthetic, with symbols inspired by a deck of cards/chess.

SpoilerJ-411 is conflicted when it comes to privacy. Rarely they want to know about somebody's personal life when it doesn't concern them, but if it's a case they must manage, J-411 becomes controlling. Almost paranoid. While they're nowhere near the level of O-9, they trust few else to moderate, and all I/J-classes who are assigned under them are required to wear direct-communication gadgets, typically watches, for the length of the case. This is so J-411 can keep an eye on them (although they'll argue it's to keep their agents updated, J-411 appearing holographically to give mission tips). And 'course this just causes even more conflict as the weasel wiggles out of every watch!

As a leader, J-411 is bloody proficient with analyzing, inferring, deciphering, cybernetic gadgetry— all that jazz. But while one expects a knight to be equal parts courageous as they are capable, the doctors just checked, and this horse is spineless.

Their theme boils down to strict, "neutrality," a just knight's true, "purity," which seems well and good for a judge, yeah? Their rulings are extra fair that way! Except that their take on neutrality ultimately translates to, "standing for nothing".

J-411 is a coward. They do not want to be judged in the same way that they judge others. They're terrified of it. Outwardly, they're acquaintances with everybody, but inwardly, this J-411 doesn't let anybody other than a select few familial characters close to them. Those who are close to them have immense influence over their decisions. Years have deteriorated how much J-411 legitimately loves these, "friends," anymore, but keeping them around has become a test of their warped integrity. In an effort to never speak out until the final ruling, to be fair and equal and ideal, J-411 does little more than contribute to the paradox of tolerance. Within their society, they're an oppressive force against activism, a get out of jail free card to all those who cause injustice in silence.

SpoilerJ-411 wanted to be a storybook warrior when they grew up. They learned techniques from Y-classes, strategies from F-classes, and a sense of self from N-classes. They seriously got around, and yet, they still found themself an anxiously shy child, often drained by their quests. With a pegasus they befriended in the woods, they managed to glide over many of their obstacles. They could observe the other children at a distance, and they had no real interest getting much closer than that.

But! As is always the case when life's going hunky-dory, something decides to throw a wrench into the works. J-411 had eventually come across a haven. It was safe and well-nurtured, perfect for survival, but it could only be reached by crossing a blessed river that drowned anyone who failed the land's test. You had to be pure to cross, exactly what J-411 was striving for (inspired by the bog from The Neverending Story). But before they could dip their toe in, they found themself too fearful to try. They flew over the river instead.

Not long later, J-411 met a couple of strangers— folks who J-411 would claim to be their family. They pampered J-411. And they expected favors from J-411. Using their pegasus, J-411 helped each of them cross over to the haven. Then word spread, and J-411 complied. They became the ferryman. They judged who entered and who remained on shore. Selective as they were, they kept. Letting. People. Cross. And that judging came with its caveats.

To this day, everyone who made it to the haven is alive and well.

Except their pegasus.