To help me write Evania (templar) - The scars that adorn her skin are worn with pride / as if tracing each one would sing of their creation. / She whispers the Maker's name with reverence / and her own with choked, rasping disgust. / The power her armor gives chills her to her bones / with a disquiet that makes her very veins twinge. / She wants to live as the divine child of the maker / but refuses and rejects and fights against his interpretations.

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