Requital

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Vital Statistics
Birthplace: Plains of Falacaerr
Birthdate: April 4, 1987
Family: Charity and Celestine (Half-sisters), Ricky and Vorishartist (Adopted sons), Balis (Adopted mother)
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 160 pounds (roughly)
Hair: Silver.
Blood Type: B+
Likes: Outdoing her peers, removing evil, good cooking
Dislikes: Having to cook, being injured, loud music
Favorite Food: Evildoers, of course.
Treasured Possession: Saint-Kissed Arrow
Fighting Style: The Uncut Curtain (Improvised Two-Weapon)
Martial Teacher: None
Magic Teacher: None
Thoughts on Combat: "How else do I know how good I am?"

Current Status: Hell Warden

Note!
Requital is a crusader, not a paladin. In the terminology of this world, there are three types of religious orders: nuns, paladins, and crusaders. The nuns are church officials and clerics, doing good works. The paladins are more like benevolent police: they are good-hearted and pure as well as active in battle. The crusaders are like the paladin special forces: tough, cruel, unstoppable, and often violating the paladin moral code in defense of the greater good.

Of course she's gone beyond that now.

History
"I always knew this was coming."
Requital Cormack. The last inducted into her units at every level of training. She was greatly skilled, of course, but something about her attitude always failed her at the last moment, or some spiteful grandstand got her penalized. All she wanted was to be a proud and noble warrior like her father, and follow in her much-adored sister's footsteps, but the paladins barred her for her mercurial temper and sent her to their less restrained brothers in a camp of the Venerable Order. From paladins to crusaders.

Life was hard. There were no pointless abuses or ritual humiliations like laundry duty or arms care. She spent years barely able to stagger to her cot all the same from the endless punishment of drills and the cold Northern wind. She grew to womanhood with but one other female in the camp, who helped warm her sleeping furs through many passionate nights.

There was plenty of food though. At first she ate plate after plate to fuel her body against the cold. As her skill and vitality grew, so did her appetite. Soon she ate a boar at each meal, washed down with a hogshead of ale. The crusaders were a rowdy bunch, and encouraged her to train her stomach as fervently as her muscles , for their own amusement at dinner.

When she passed the final tests of will and strength, the crusaders cast her out to aid distant empires in the plump and fertile south. She suffered terribly in a sudden storm and devoured her beloved horse before making her way to civilization. Now she seeks to train her abilities in combat, evil-sensing, and gluttony, the better to impress her sister.

She is proud of herself and beyond doubt or unworthiness. To those with good in their hearts and respect and praise for her, she is boisterous and cheerful. To the ungrateful and evil, she holds nothing but scorn and stomach pangs. All the crusaders really did was give her an outlet for her natural bullying.

OOC Notes:
-Almost entirely predator. She'll be prey, but only willing and preferably non-oral vore- being unbirthed or drained.
-Preferred scenes: eating someone after an imagined slight. She's very skilled at combat, enough to use it as means to an end, but her stomach is nearly as ferocious.
-She's also very fond of stuffing, and getting to eat her kills, soft or hard.
- Should she die without resurrection, she will return only at great cost to herself.
-Her training allows her to eat ridiculous amounts, but any other modes of entry will require lots of practice.
-When it comes to intimate encounters, romantically (and only seldom sexually) speaking she will normally choose only powerful, skilled females like herself. The only males she'll accept are... well, shota. 14 is pushing it.


The outfit shown in the picture is her arming doublet. She normally has a knee-length brigandine skirt (leather, with riveted metal plates inside) and a set of white leather boots. Underneath she wears a simple black unitard. When danger or duty call, she tends to dress much heavier, to the extent of chain and trading her beautiful composite bow for a long warbow her own height.


In addition to being an archer, she's an excellent duelist, using her magically crafted bow as a club and one of the Order's relic arrows, indestructible and metal-tearing, as a short sword.


Main Events
After roughly a decade of divergent paths, she and Charity have reunited, both very pleased with one another, if not their respective takes on morality and justice. She admires her sister greatly for her dedication and skill, though thinks it misapplied, and has only the darkest suspicion for her adopted family.

A sudden run-in has introduced her to Celestine, the third of the Cormack sisters, if indirectly through an encounter with her puppet minions. The arrogant crusadress was infected by nanomachines which currently lie dormant within her, Celestine trying to summon her to the south again to give her sister a place at the head of her army.

On a much lighter note, a sleepover-gone-awry with little Ricky ended up with his parents devoured and the crusadress feeling guilty enough to assume their role. She's no live-in mother, as that's mostly the job of Aleka, but loves the little tyke and often stops by.

She found her formidable skill and blood relationship to the Voice, Charity, drew the attention of Balis. She wanted only power from the goddess; she got a new life, a Dark Zealot of the Avenging_Church pledged to righteous violence and punishment of the wicked. It wasn't long until her impatience with the limitations of the role earned her a promotion to Hell Warden, where she sculpts the afterlife into her own image and revels in nigh-unbridled power over the souls of those at rest. Within reason, of course.