CIVILIAN, zeyn belet

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For eleven years you were the heir to House Belet. In the highest room of the temple, your mother cut the throats of condemned men in a desperate prayer for your magic to awaken. But no sparks ever stirred at your fingertips.

In the end, she herself had to die to obtain her desire. You think it was a fitting trade.

Now you are the extraneous daughter of an ancient family. Your blood cannot buy a rank of command in the army. Instead you serve under a soft girl-child who comes from the very streets you were once destined to rule over.

Perhaps, you think, if your mother had slit her throat on the altar, fire and grace would have arisen from you. But the past is past. You have only this moment. This moment and the weight of the unbearable future that stretches before you.



Zeyn is a woman who is a weapon. She does not fight with fluid grace. She is mechanical skill. She is muscle memory. She is an unyielding will that has been forced to kneel to reality. She is an imperial soldier of above-average talent that she has honed to the sharp edge of genius. She is nothing more.

[attr="class","appname"]ZEYN
BELET

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AGE: 25
SEX: F
RACE: HUMAN
HOMELAND: BELET
CONTRACT: N