• Appearance - Pale Knightess of the Divine

Elvetica’s appearance is that of a monster in plate. A visage unlike that of the common giant borne.
She stands tall, beyond even the tallest of giants. Her proportions however do not follow this trend, making her thin, lanky. Her manner of walking seems laboured, complicated by her odd shape, causing her to shamble forward.
While her appearance is that of an awkward , monstrous woman she looks equally delicate. Her pale skin, too pale to be seen as natural, appears thin, gorgeous. Alongside this, she sports a long, straight hairstyle of a pristine white colour. Perhaps in another life she could have dedicated herself to duties that could have fostered these delicate aspects within her.

Were her presence and mannerism not terrifying enough, her attire only accents and enhances her presence. She wears a set of black robes, tightly fit over her form. Above it she wears a set of golden plate, crafted with intricate holy symbols that cover the entire surface of the metal. Etchings that carry the symbology of various gods can be found within her plate, subtle references to gods from all across the realm, large and small alike. Somehow these markings appear distorted when displayed across from one another.

Gods of death having their etchings displayed besides gods of life, the most pride of faiths having their symbols in the same armour that carries those of heathens. Those who would understand the subtlety of those etchings will too find reason to feel wrath for what amounts to blasphemy.

• Background

In the vast world that we inhabit there are many places rules by tyrants. Cruel regimes that take from the citizens under them. Elvetica's homeland was no different. A cruel despot extracting resources from those living under him, spilling the blood of those who would stand in his way. The flames of revolution where quickly stoked, as an order of religious fighters arrived within her homeland. Dark knights in golden plate that, through their devotion to the divine, sought a new way for the people of the realm. To break the shackles of oppression anywhere they may be found, to achieve true self governance for every single person. An ambitious goal with a high cost in blood.

Although Elvetica was merely a child, she was old enough to remember the aftermath. A violent peasant uprising headed by these dark figures put an end to the tyrannical regime, beheading the ruler of the land. Yet by the time his head rolled off his shoulders half of the land he ruled over had been burned to ash. Thousands had given their lives for the cause, and freedom felt ever so bittersweet, especially to young Elvetica.