Dracurouge:NPC - Margrit Gelgjanna Hellsgarde

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Margrit Gelgjanna Hellsgarde "die Gerechte"
"The Princess of Judgment" Margrit Gelgjanna Hellsgarde
"Be you not a sinner, I have no business with you. But if you think to impede me... that itself is a sin."
Arms: Barry of Argent and Sable, over all chains Argent.
Black bars on a white field, intersected by silver chains.
Sex: Female Bloodline: House Hellsgarde
Apparent Age: 10 Years of Service: Around 1500
Hair: As deeply indigo as the night sky
Eyes: Black enough to drown you in their depths
Features: Not given to showing her emotions, has an intense personality

Princess Margrit, the head of House Hellsgarde to which judgment so often falls, appears to be a young girl, and is rarely seen in her own castle or dominion. Decorated by the Progenitor Gelgjanna herself, she was once one of the knights tasked with subduing the Sun Dragon, and thus one of those closest to the Progenitors.

She is renowned for her seemingly supernatural ability to be present whenever she is needed. When a fallen or misguided knight must be defeated, when judgment must be meted out, she and other knights of House Hellsgarde will often be nearby to see to the task personally. A knight fiercely dedicated to her ideals, she is present wherever justice is needed. How she accomplishes this is unknown. Whether the forces of justice are required in government, society, or on the battlefield, she has represented them for over a thousand years.

Though Margrit is best known for her deeds, there is nobody who doubts her ability as administrator of her own House. Since over a thousand years ago, she, as perhaps the most direct successor to the Progenitors, has directed her knights as if they were puppets. Those whom she has found wanting have all been sealed away. Though the anecdotes of her wrath are already the stuff of legend, there are few knights that dare to test her. Thus, despite the fact that she is hardly ever present in her own domain, none dream of usurping her position as its Princess.

Her countenance is youthful, but for over a thousand years Princess Margrit has been remarked upon for her lack of expression; there is little to betray her emotions except the cold fury sometimes seen in her eyes. Forgiveness and mercy are unknown from her.

It is said by some that she has lost that which once made her human. That she is nothing more than the concept of judgment itself. That, perhaps, she has passed into the realm of the divine, like our great Ancestor.