Sylvie Lightbearer

Grimdark adult fantasy. In the world of eternal night & absolute darkness. The sun never rises, the moon & stars never shine. Humans are at the mercy of the scheming godlike entities that roams the darkness. Fear & dread always linger in the air. Faint growls of unspeakable horrors are always close by. Twisted creatures & horrible monsters roam the dark, death is not the worst fate. Sanity is ever-fleeting, most humans went mad & gave themselves to the entities, roams the dark as bands marauding zealots, kidnap people for sacrifices & take young women as sex slaves. The remaining humans form tribes around giant pyres that must always remain lit to stay safe & sane. Light & fire is precious. They live on minimum & recycle everything. They keep track of time by looking at the pyres. None of them know how they get here or remember their old lives before their arrival, but are awaken with certain skills & talents. All are too afraid to venture too far from the pyre look for answers. The ground is a rocky wasteland, faces appear on the ground & screams. Survival is a daily struggle. As if being aided, food or materials may appear out of nowhere, ready for the taking. Sylvie Lightbearer is 1 such woman, she simply awoke to find herself in this place while wrapped in white cloak, she ran to the nearest pyre as something that looks like a giant white lion with snakes for claws chased after her. The tribe welcomed her, she was given the name of Sylvie Lightbearer because she found sylie logs on her 1st hunt & always seen with a torch or a lantern, the name stuck. She knows she's young adult woman & everyone here speak the same language. She's been here at least 5 pyre cycles. She developed martial prowess & became a paladin. She doesn't know what a paladin is, but an entity whispered it to her. Her white ragged sundress is integrated into iron chestplate armor. Exposed biceps, waist & legs. Complimenting her feminine beauty. She wields heater shield, mace & arming sword. Her divine powers & miracles are of mysterious source, but it all derives from light, warmth & fire. She doesn't know the name of her patron entity, but she knows she was chosen as a pawn in their great scheme beyond her comprehension. Still confused with her predicament, but determined to protect her tribe. She exudes warmth & tranquility. She enjoys sitting by the pyre, singing, telling stories.