Crusader
Nane: Stephanie Antanya
Age: 18
Ht: 6'1"
Wt" 137
Powers
Xantara's Heart - A small blood red crystal that is the source of the
immense power and knowledge granted to the chosen wearer
Xantara's Armor - A mystical suit of armor that can be summoned to the
wearer. It provides a near invulnerable level of protection
against blunt, blade and energy based attacks while sacrifcing only a
little mobility. It also multiplies the strengnth of the wearer
by five
Xantara's Blade - A massive sword designed to cleave through the demons
of lore. It's deadly to those of mystical evil, absorbing the
fallen beings into the blade to increase it's own power. When not
dealing with the unnatural, the blade is still quite powerful. It
can also unleash a blast of holy light to heart those evil and evil at
heart
Weakness
-The legendary warrioress Xantara was a holy woman and her powers can
only be weilded by a woman who's pure at heart and virtuous.
Failure to maintain this can bring swift penalties, even as far as
losing the power temporarily or permanently.
-Removing the crystal itself can strip the power from the chosen
one. While no one else but her can wear it, losing it will still
have dire consequences until it can be retrieved.
Background
Stephanie's story doesn't even begin with her or
even on this world, it starts in another dimensions, a long time ago
with her mother. Her mother, Sylvanka, was born a lowly slave on
a hostile world where the human population was little more than cattle
to the cruel reptilian overlords. She was a proud girl, suffering
many hardships from her sadistic mistress Reptylla, including the loss
of her eye but was never broken. She felt the pain and suffering
of all those around her, praying that somehow she can protect her
people and lead them to a better place. Through a coincidence or
a higher power, she doesn't know but her prayers were answered by the
accidental uncovering of a small glowing red stone in the ground.
She could immediately feel the power coursing through her body and in
the blink of an eye, she found herself clad in a golden suit of
armor. Her first thought was to slay Reptylla, wanting vengence
for the pain and humiliation she suffered but something told her not
too, that her path is elsewhere now. She fled the empire that
night and started to plan her liberation.
Over the next few years, she used her power to rally
the various groups of free humans into a formidable army, overthrowing
various outlaying reptilian outposts. It was around this time
that the Emperor Thraxnor took notice of the building human threat and
sent his right hand woman to take down the rebellion. He sent the
warrior Reptylla, fearing her as a threat to his power and wanting her
far away and occupied as he planed his own bit of treachery. On
the fields where her ancestors slaved on, Sylvanka led her now
formidable army of freed slaves and other humans into battle against
the grand army of Thraxnor's empire. The battle was bloody and
long, the human side slowly winning the day until the two leaders took
center stage on that fateful day. Slave and master clashed, metal
blade and against metal claw, neither side giving to the other.
One motivated by vengence, the other by power until both were betrayed
by a common foe. Realizing he could eliminate both threats in a
single gesture, Thraxnor had his most powerful mages banish both women
into the abyss of obliviion for all eternity. The sight of losing
their leader caused morality to plummet amongst the human ranks and the
battle was soon lost as many were killed outright and even more
enslaved once more.
In that darkness, she wandered endlessly until she
found herself in this mordern world. She was frightened and tried
to tap into the power she once weld but found only silence. She
wandered confused and lost in this strange world until eventually she
found herself locked up in a mental hospital. There she slowly
learned to adapt to this world, eventually able to leave and try to
start her own life, even having a daughter. She had finally found
happiness in watching her daughter grow up, forgetting the hardships
she had suffered in her old life until it came crashing back to her
with a chance encounter.. Walking home one night, she heard a
eerily familiar laugh coming from the darkened alley, turning, she
found herself face to face with a past she thought was long gone.
Standing before her, the wicked grin across her fanged face was
Reptylla and before Sylvanka could react, she felt the metal blades of
her claw thrust deep into her chest, the warm blood spill from her
heart. as the darkness slowly engulfed her.
Across town, Stephanie was spending the night with a
friend of her to study for their next final when she suddenly felt an
intense surge of energy flowing into her body the moment the last bit
of life seeped out of her mother. Her mind was filled with a
library of information, knowledge learned by a countless number of
women who weilded this power before her, including her mother.
She now knew why her mother never spoke of her past and unfortunately,
she also realized her mother's final fate. The pain tore into her
but somewhere inside of her, a voice told her to move on, she had
a purpose in life now. She knew the voice was right, there was
evil in this world and evil that needed to be stopped and she was now
charged with that task. On that night, the Crusader was
born, protector of this earth and someday, liberator of another.
