My family… has always told me that there is power in faith, that I will be rewarded by the gods if I only followed a few simple rules. But after a while the same rules get boring. So I started exploring. So many deities, cultures, artifacts… I was thrilled to discover each and every one of them.



Apart from preparing to become a preacher for my people, my entire career has been devoted to the gods. To learn about every one of them, their domains, their etiquette, how to treat their worshipers, how to guide one to their right god, all of it, all of it to perfection, or it would not suffice. I have… pored through pages and pages, volumes, tomes, snippets; nothing is too wrong, but… nothing’s right either. It is still imperfect.



Then… a melody. A melody of the gods. A melody I have yet to understand. In the depths of my mind, constant, neverending… growing.



Preach. Salute. Violence-



I have discovered a new god, said to be preached by civilizations centuries ago. Forgotten… Forsaken. Xi’Paloovic, a unique name I’ve never heard the likes of. His preachers were fascinating, his secrets so entrancing and his lessons so enlightening.



Another artifact. The most beautiful of them all. I must have it. No matter how long it takes or what the price is I must-



A crown… its sweet whispers fill my mind. It sings to me, showing me… visions. It showed me his Path, the dark tendrils embedding deep in my thoughts. I know now! I understand! To reveal the Truth to the other sheep, I must become their shepherd, their Martyr! Freedom and imprisonment… Nothing but illusions.



Finally, an ancient design is uncovered; weapons of immense strength, that will only work for True faith and strength, for one with a will of iron, they are destined to be mine! So my flesh complies, becoming fit for my spirit as my destiny reveals itself. I won’t have to hold the Truth hidden much longer now, as the day I become a Priest approaches.



The celebration of their little “god” arrives, I have prepared the day’s events to my liking. It is my first time as Priest, after all, the pride in my parent’s eyes, meaningless. I say the false words with an adequate passion, until the final set, when all the pieces are in place, and sweet, sweet Revelation strikes the gathered; hiding nothing back now, I shall let them know the True Path and let them choose to walk it.



Some do.

The rest don't get past my Converted and my gauntlets.

My parents are last, hesitation strikes me as they lie in the grip of ancient, reinforced metal.

I give them one last chance, before placing the crown on my head, letting their last breath escape their bodies, the truth in front of them, just out of reach.

The church is rubble before the end of the day.

The planet, mine before a month.

And so the crusade to show the universe the True Path carries on...



Family Crest

Her old Family Crest, a shining star, now grasped by a tendril. It is engraved on the sides of her armor, on the thighs, and is showcase with golden plating on her chest.



Trusty Weapon

"The Iron Will", a truly terrifying weapon of death and destruction, she is not afraid to use it to 'remove' any obstacles in her way. In extreme situations, she can use "Hands of God" or "God's Light", as she sometimes refers to it, which is the mode in which the plating on the palms of the gauntlets opens up and they release a flash of incredibly intense light, blinding or severely damaging the sight of anyone directly looking at her. This affects both the enemies and her Converted, so she uses it rarely.



Lucky Cap

The crown of her god, which gives her "visions" of her and her god's destiny

