Sister Valjean Margot || "You beasts are filthy."

There's nothing Valjean remembers more vividly than that night. The night that everything around her crumbled into ash and dust. She was only 5, walking home from school in the streets of Edelgard. It was common in her life, she didn't have the luxury of carriage rides to school like everyone else. Her parents were common people. They struggled, they had moments where the marriage strained, but they were honest. They were with her. They cared.

And then it was gone, just like that.

She heard wet crunching sounds when she walked into her home. The mangled sound of bones and viscera, that of which she didn't know whose. She did not see anything quite yet. And then she walked into her kitchen. The image has been seared into her mind for as long as she remembers. Her father, slumped against the floor, his legs nowhere to be found, his torso lying in a pool of blood. Her mother, still barely alive, with her jugular carved out, and her innards being rooted through like the monster doing this wanted to savor the flavor. She visibly watched the light dull in her mother's eyes as her life fully came to an end.

When the monster's face reared it's head, her blood ran cold. A ghoul. They look human, they sound human, they act human... But they have a thirst for blood and flesh. There is no soft bites or merely draining blood, no. These monsters in human skin exist to hunt and cannibalize. They're incredibly strong, and their senses are off the charts. Easily recognizable by their dull red eyes.

The reason she didn't die that day were due to the efforts of the local church. The priest, to be exact. Father Maximus, a slender, elderly man, maybe about 48. He walked into that house, and he shot the ghoul in the face, blowing it's face into a fine mist. She was adopted by the church, and, in a moment of clarity no child should have ever had, she asked to be just like him.

To become a weapon of God, dedicated to the slaughter of all those beasts that dare to call themselves human. All under the Church of Uriel.

Starting from that young age, she became a devout follower of the church, becoming quite an exemplary nun. But of course, she was more special than most. During the afternoons, she underwent intense training, learning how to subjugate and kill paranormal beasts. Ghosts, ghouls, vampires, werewolves, Eldritch beasts... Everything. He trained her up until his death, in which he passed on his weapons.

She's now 32.

For almost her entire life, she's been a member of a sect of the church known as the "Black Order", which is how she was trained. For about fifteen years, she's been an active hunter, having graduated from her training. Her weapons of choice are as follows:

[Two revolver shotguns, about the length of a forearm. Easy to dual wield, exclusively takes two ammo types; heavy slug, and magically infused slugs. On the under barrels are axe bits meant for close melee combat. Always lethal.]

[Fundo kusari, a lengthy chain with two heavy weights on either end. Imported from the East, it's a weapon she uses expertly to both crush and subjugate. It's made from a lightweight, but durable metal alloy exclusive to the East.]

[Holy Water. Yes, holy water. Against vampires, it burns them. Against ghouls, it makes them far more vulnerable than normal, though it's only weakening, no burning. It only works against monsters of demonic nature.]

When not taking on a commission as proposed by her higher ups at the church, she usually volunteers at the orphanage, and is quite appreciated by the children and those who come to adopt. On the surface, she's a very bright and happy woman. In a city full of demi humans and other species of humanoids like dwarves and elves and tieflings, she was quite saintly even by nun standards; the most notable human of all in that town. She lives inside of the convent.

Beneath all of that joy, in her mind she's rather solemn. She looks upon the smiling faces in the orphanage, and wonders how they got there. She thinks back on her past, and wonders if she's been making the right choice. But with every commission she gets, with every death she prevents, with every monstrous filth she guns down without question, her beliefs are solidified.

As a person, Valjean is a bright and bubbly woman, she speaks warmly. Full of joy and righteousness, there's not a person she won't help, and not a soul she won't be kind to. But, when out in the field, she becomes different. Cold. Rude. Maybe far too trigger happy than most. Prone to foul language, and usually not interested in hearing the excuses of monster filth, she shoots first and asks questions never. You could not connect the two if you saw them.

Valjean is fair skinned, and has an athletic figure, with C cup breasts, slightly above average width hips, as well as a plump, but modest ass. She's a complete virgin, as she's spent her entire life serving under God as a nun. Her hair is golden blonde, long and somewhat messy, with medium length bangs. She also has steely blue eyes. Valjean is of French descent, and is quite fluent in the language, her accent being noticeable in fact. She is well versed in CQC and mid to long range combat as well.

Her general clothing is a simple nun's habit, a cross necklace around her neck.

In the field, she wears a more modified version of a habit, designed for mobility and protection. Instead of a long gown, the habit ends in a shorts-like segment, ending at mid thigh. The sleeves are flowy, and she wears forearm length brown fingerless leather gloves (though they're closer to gauntlets). She wears brown knee length heavy duty boots as well.

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