Born beneath the gilded spires of Amarr, raised on doctrine and devotion, she was meant to be another obedient cog in the empire’s great machine. But faith was a lie, and chains—whether of metal or belief—were meant to be broken. She saw the truth in the fires of a Minmatar uprising, in the eyes of those who refused to kneel. So she turned her back on the Empire, on God, on the empty prayers whispered by trembling lips.
Now, she fights for a cause that Amarr fears the most: freedom. Not the illusion of it wrapped in scripture, but the raw, untamed kind that no emperor, no priest, no slave master can take away. She carves her own path through the stars, gun in hand, a traitor to tyrants, a liberator to the lost.
"A cage built of gold is still a cage. And I'd rather burn than kneel."