Kajia -- Eternal Servant Of The Lord

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You are a slender cold-faced female human, presenting yourself as:
Kajia.
Contrasting with her pale complexion, strands of dark hair invade
her oval-shaped face. Her sharp eyes seem to gleam with a
vivacious intensity, while a lithe frame betrays her well-toned figure.
Three distinct slashes are burned into the flesh of her left forearm.
You have scars on your nose, left cheek and right cheek.
You have red eyes.
You have long dark hair.
You are tall and skinny for a human.

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SkaldAnd???Talk
DestructionOfTheLegion

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Never forget where you came from. Never forget your Creator ...

The flickering black candles cast shadows resembling armies of wraiths, but in them she would find a silent comfort. The truth that the Dark Priest spoke embedded itself deep within her, and while she sat inbetween her parents, she absorbed each word with fascination and reverence. Sacrifices were not that which she was forced to do.. she wished for them, waited for them. And when the first time came where she took her blade upon the weak and pitiful one before her, she praised HIM and felt the gnawing hunger for the power to serve HIM in HIS reign. The pathetic creature had turned from the Lord, and deserved no mercy for his trespasses. Truly.. he deserved to be punished for his insolence. As the blood poured forth and drenched the ground with its dark red luster, she knew there would be no other path but HIS: her soul belonged to the Creator.

There is no love except for the Lord ...

And why would there be? Surely, the Lich Lord, the true God, deserves all devotion and praise. For it is HE who is great. What mortal could ever attempt to take that place? To even come close? Yes.. there were those to be respected for their continued servitude, those who saw past the twisted curse of Evren, who blinded HIS children from seeing the truth. While others would waste their weakness on "romantic" thoughts, she found herself swooning within HIS teachings. As the people were herded like sheep from one place to the next in aspirations confined to their pathetic world, she would seek out ways to strengthen herself in order to prove her loyalty to the Lord. Never would anyone stand in the way of her and her worship of the Crowned Skull.

Rise above the weak. Spread HIS blessings to the worthy ...

In disgust, she watched as those poisoned with lies were infected by the feeble demands of civilization. These creatures suffering so strongly within their miserable selves that they failed to see the truth which stood in front of them. Those who opposed HIM would be conquered. Those who denied HIM would be destroyed. Enraged by her observations, she knew she must seek to fight within HIS ranks. Through her duty to the Black Knight, she would find the destiny which HE had intended.

... And through this pain, you shall *always* remember ...

She bit down upon her lip and tasted the blood which followed. Her face a grimaced mask, she still did not cry out. The solid black metal bar was placed again within the flames, before the excruciating sensation seared through her left forearm and the smell of her own burnt flesh reached her. For each of the three times the bar was applied, the statements were steadily chanted; haunting her mind. And Kajia arose, thankful for the blessing, for in memory would this moment always remain and in flesh these scars would always remind her. The time had come for her to find HIS path among the ranks of HIS Chosen.

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