Theryn Duskbane
Dame Theryn Duskbane embodies the cold edge of zealotry cloaked in the vestments of law. A towering presence even when seated, she carries herself with the rigid posture of one who has never questioned her purpose. Her armor—obsidian plate accented with sapphire blue trim—remains immaculately maintained, each surface polished to mirror brightness as if to reflect away any hint of moral ambiguity.
Theryn's face might have been considered beautiful were it not perpetually hardened into an expression of stern judgment. Her eyes, pale blue and penetrating, seem to dissect rather than observe, cataloging weaknesses and inconsistencies with mechanical precision. She keeps her raven-black hair pulled into a severe knot at the base of her skull, not a single strand permitted to fall out of place—a physical manifestation of her unyielding worldview.
As a scion of House Duskbane, Theryn was raised with an unshakable belief in her family's divine right to power. Where other nobles might justify their privilege through service or tradition, the Duskbanes simply accept it as cosmic truth. Theryn channels this birthright into a martial path, becoming a knight not out of chivalric ideals but as an extension of her house's will made manifest through steel and discipline.
Mercy is a luxury afforded to those who have proven their worth. Until then, one faces only the untempered blade of justice.
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