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Lean but quite muscular and curvy, she stands at 5'8 and was weighed in at 150 pounds. Her face appears rather soft though, with prominent lips of a rather faded red color. Eyes are blue and striking, her hairs are a bit curly, but certainly not the longest and of an intense, dark-brown tone. Her skin is of a bright complexion and almost free of imperfections so far.


Ladies of Mary


The Dumitrescus are a noble family that once were situated in the romanian heartland, that is Transylvania. Of course this is no longer the case due to demonic infestation in Eastern Europe, but most of their members were able to relocate to other, smaller residences further west. It is a family tradition that many of their ranks join those of the secret templar society.

This also holds true for Dalca, the third-youngest member of the bloodline. Born 1986, the young lady became introduced to those of Mary from very early onwards, but didn't officially become a member and pick up training until she had finished elementary school. Parallel to her progress as a warrior, she was provided with a noticeable amount of advanced education by the means of a private teacher. Usually you still had to be prepared for making a perfectly ordinary living, even as a templar.

As long as there was no demon invasion, she was a politician. Her career started at an age of 22 as a humble member of the local city council, but she made progress. When the demonic invasion set off - thereby making pretty much all of her education irrelevant in a sudden strike - she was of country-wide relevance in Romania.

Dalca was positively tested for being able to execute the Dance of Gabriel at an age of 21, thereby finally becoming a full member and received her individual gear from the Vatican. From there onwards there wasn't much of a progess in ranks though - for a lack of enemies one could prove oneself against.


Valca is strong willed, knowing that there are only few in the ordinary ranks that she has to accept defeat in terms of education and training. That doesn't mean that she is unfriendly, on the contrary: Her nobility is something she is very well aware of that it shouldn't count anything in her business. As for her thinking, the translated meaning of her name probably is an accurate description: 'lightning'. She is very disciplined and keeps herself in shape by a strict training program she has obligated herself to.


Dalca uses a small, one-handed crossbow. To boost the efficacy of the bolts fired (that normally would lack a bit of penetration power), she usually applies one of the many substances to them that her faction is used to. The other hand can deal quite a punch on close range - this claw-like shaping of her gauntlet has not been designed for a decorative purpose.


She wears a combination of light leather and additional metal plating for the body parts that are most prone of being hit.


A swift Carmague horse named 'Atlas'. They are always gray and rather small, but sturdy.

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Seis' skin is of a complexion a bit darker than that of his elder sister. He keeps a halfway dense and rather bright beard at a steady length around his jaw and lips. A deep scar runs across the right side of his face, telling the onlooker that at least once in his life he had been very close to loosing half his eyesight. His hair is short and almost black. Just like Dalca, he is quite athletic, but on a dramatically larger scale: Due to events he faced when he was still growing, he stands at a staggering 7'10 to 7'11, depending if he's in bed or standing upright. It's easy to guess that with huge size comes weight: He's almost three times his sister at 438 pounds.


Templar Knights


Seis is Dalca's 'little' brother, being five years younger than her. Since the Ladies of Mary only accept females, he couldn't follow her, but instead - with quite a bit of pressure from behind - joined the Templar Knights at a similar age. Not only in this way their paths divert: He too was subjected to elementary school and subsequently not only one, but multiple private teachers. They tried to force a decent bit of knowledge about physics and mathematics into him, but the defenses he put up were impervious to many of their attempts. What little success was made was sufficient only for noticing that he, in theory, would be very talented at it.

He somewhat evolved into the black sheep, showing signs of his sister having sucked all of the potential for discipline out of the familiy's heritage and not leaving much left for him. Seis is aware that he won't go up much in the ranks of the templars with his kind of attitude, but he doesn't feel the need to. He wins his own crusades: In the taverns, against the beer and all those people who want to drink it before he can. His reputation as a rascal is no accident.

To his defense it has to be added that he had five years less to prepare for what has stricken the world and that he has faced some problems noone else in his family had to: During his early youth, he developed a brain tumor that was producing an excessive amount of growth hormone, overriding normal genetic programming. When the problem had finally been fixed, the condition of fully-fledged giantism had already set in. It forced Seis and his trainers to make major adaptions to his style of fighting. Effectively it was a setback by another three to four years that even Dalca wasn't able to compensate completely by secretly giving him additional lectures about what she has learned.


Seis is very intelligent, but so far, he has successfully prevented himself from being given much of the theoretical tools to actually use it, which is why is more tempted to utilize his mind for making jokes and comments about almost everyone and everything. He's light-hearted, but not very disciplined. It is not that uneasy to frighten him as he lacks a bit of mental stability.


One might be tempted to think that you could just grab the very biggest warhammer in the arsenal and put it into Seis' hands to play with, but nature is cruel to very large objects, especially when they're caught in gravity. In an absolute measure, the amount of muscle in his body is of course nothing short of enormous, but so is the entire body that has to be moved. He sits at the shorter end of especially long levers that are his limbs, while his enemies have the longer end facing towards them. In most situations, this reduces the amount of effective strength he can deliver to a mediocre value. There can be situations where he can go in and literally crush enemies in a style that likely is unique to him, but as long as this doesn't happen he has to stick to more humble weaponry: Daggers, throwing knifes, a sword.


In combat, he's completely covered in a green-brownish suit made out of thick leather, partially in multiple layers stacked onto each other. There was metal added to it for reinforcement, but the amount is comparatively small. It does give the entire thing a great, golden look however. The leather has been blessed by the Vatican.


He takes what is available. That is... if someone is actually willing to give him.