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[big][color=red]Fiera Rasendgard[/color][/big]
[color=orange]Knight-Errant[/color] [color=red]✝[/color] [color=orange]Order of the Carmine Cross[/color]

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Fiera is a fiercely feisty fighter first, fanatical firebrand second. When encased in armor that glints in the sun, she's a shining beacon of hope in a dim world. A sight to behold when swinging a sword nearly two thirds as long as she is tall in effortless grace, the sharp end cleaving a hapless demon or beast in two. She also never seems to tire, prolonged exertion wearing more on the inexperienced girl's patience than her muscles. Capable of marching inside heavy armor for days, while enduring the lack of food and sleep (heatstroke nevertheless remains a problem!), her endurance also includes the ability to heal wounds at a faster rate than normal. Her face's complexion is incidentally spotless save for a few freckles on her cheeks where her visor's reach ends, despite taking a gash across it in a heated "duel" (though it was more like a dispute involving silly gossip).

As a member of the Order of the Carmine Cross, such feats are not uncommon amongst their kind. It is a power granted to them by blessing of the Spirit of St. Carmina. Among the younger members she is casually referred to as "goddess", a notion that is controversial among the Order. A rare glimpse into the cloistered halls of the Order would reveal that all its members are female. At the age of ten, maidens who have the aptitude and desire to become holy warriors take a vow wherein they swear loyalty to the sisters of the Order, promise to never draw a blade except in self defense or to protect others from harm as a last resort, and finally but most importantly, to remain chaste and abstain from carnal relationships. Failure to abide by the vow results in losing the blessing of the goddess and the abilities it confers, a severance that hurts deeper than a mere wound, akin to losing an entire sensory ability.

Within the abbey Fiera is grudgingly behaved on the outside, letting off steam with her predilection for pranks behind the elders' backs ("Stealing all of someone's panties before their vow ceremony? Their blushing face all day is like an inside joke with a looong punchline~"). She can be quite rowdy, and one would hardly guess she was a holy knight of some monastic order. Nevertheless she's never done anything past first base ("It's worth it just for the terrified looks they give me, like i've stolen their powers, ha"). She's inexperienced with relationships beyond friendships, and despite her loose demeanor in comparison to her more devout sisters, she can switch from borderline flirty to stuck up as soon as she finds the situation being more serious and less of a joke. Coupled with her ignorance of common euphemisms ("You wanna take me home for the night? How sweet, you're really nice!"), it can lead to outsiders feeling led on and rejected, which tends to foster unfavorable impressions.

[color=red][sub]✝ OOC:[/sub][/color] [sub]Through additions and revisions throughout the generations, numerous clauses have been added to the vow. And cases wherein subclauses of the vow has been breached yet the blessing has not been lost have been argued by the elders as evidence of the goddess' forgiveness. However the only vow that matters is that of chastity. Specifically, the breaching of the hymen. It doesn't break despite the strenuous physical exertion typical of their training because of goddess magic™.[/sub]