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Battle Sister Retributor Lellianna Rumani (roo-mar-nee) of the Order Of The Just Sword

She lost her left eye to a Tau railgun sniper during a skirmish years ago. Her augmented eye can connect directly with the advanced optics on her helm visor giving her significantly higher range and accuracy capabilities with her heavy bolter. Making shots that many would assume impossible for such a heavy weapon.

She fullfills the role of sniper specialist for my Adeptis Sororitas kill team.

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Deathbed confessions : )

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It hurt immensely–the pounding wound in his chest–each breath seemed to burn in his chest. But yet staring into the swaying fabric, there was only one thing that was painfully clear. It had to be dealt with.

Fernand could barely prop himself up on the bed by the time his guest entered, in all the pomp and circumstance he could have expected from him. But his hazel eyes no longer saw the pious god–no–he saw the young sailor he was foolishly jealous of. And the longer he stared, the more vivid the image was; the soft breeze of the sea and the gentle sun brushing on his skin.

The injured man gestured to a vacant chair up against the wall, knowing fully that the ghost before him would refuse, much like he refused to bend to the will of fortune. He refused and forged himself out of fire, while the other regretted every decision he made up to this very moment. A fitting conclusion to an uneasy tale.

With a weak hand he waved the servants away, who were startled at the notion, but obeyed anyway. They looked at the pale skeleton of a man and knew that there wasn’t anything that could keep him by the life he held in such high regards.

“You may not believe what I say to be truthful, but I am too far to worry about it.” he muttered, only after he heard the door shut behind the last servant, “I’ve thought of more elaborate ways to tell you, ways that would avoid confrontation, but it seems that the fates have chosen differently.”

“I regret what I’ve done, Edmond. You never deserved what my jealousy forced you into to. I stole so much from you that I would never be able to repay my due, neither in this life or the next.” He felt tears prickle at the corner of his eyes, though he would never know whether it was from the pain or just the idiotic emotions he felt. It wouldn’t have mattered at this point, with the colors fading and his breath slowing.

“I’m sorry Edmond, I’m so sorry Edmond. “

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Usually, it isn’t him who’s called to make these diplomatic gestures or called to meetings for the sake of gaining new allies ( it’s usually the GRAND MASTER’S job, as HAYTHAM had an affinity for manipulation, his forte ) , but he isn’t given a lot of choices, and fixes the lapels suit as he prepares to be acquainted to perhaps one of the most esteemed aristocrats in all of EUROPE. He’s heard about the man and his plentiful riches and influence, and that’s something the TEMPLARS need, apparently.

As the doors open, he offers his hand in a way that doesn’t offend him as he tries his best to keep his prejudice at bay. ❝ Ah, MONSIEUR, finally a pleasure to meet you. ❞

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✞– ❝ sorry, the vatican takes precedence over your sugar baby/sugar d…da…dad…d...disgusting is what it is. ❞

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Red: Freeblade Paladin. Warlord of the 2nd Legions warriors. Green: Freeblade Crusader. Guardian of the people. I got some gold paint... shit happened.