Lady Helmid Fastner, paladin of Missionaire

Name: Lady Helmid Fastner

Age: 38

Physical features: Pale, orange-gold hair worn braided at hip length, green eyes, muscular and shapely, 6’2”

Artist's depiction: Available (click here)

Occupation: Paladin (Human)

Talents: Invulnerability, Geodstrike, Geodbolt

Preferred partner's build: Fat

Preferred partner's style: Freak

{if Introduction = True}Additional notes:{else}Your eyes widened as you read the name on the paper. This woman shared the recruit commander’s last name… could this be his daughter?

“No.”

Sister?

“No.”

Well, you knew she wasn’t his mother-

“My wife.”

The room fell silent as you tried to find the right words to respond to his revelation. What was his wife doing in the ranks of the saintesses?

“We do not chose whom is called to the services of sainthood, Squire Lavender. Just as you or as I, Hemlid is doing her part to assist our war against demonkind.” His face was stern and unreadable, but his eyes lingered on the woman’s face: she was mature, but with a lingering beauty like youth, with high cheekbones, red lips, and an inviting smile. She was clearly at home posing for portraits.

Hesitantly, you asked if it was normal for a woman to keep the name of her husband when called to service like this. After all, in such a function, wouldn’t she be…?

“Accepting another man’s cock? Yes, she would,” he finished for you, crossing his arms behind his back and glowering down at you. “But again, it’s all in Geod’s service. Remember: hers is not to seek pleasure, but to fulfill her sacred duty. I trust that you’ll treat her well and in turn, she’ll serve you honorably. Her ability to utilize the Geodstrike is second to none, and the lord has seen fit to bless her with a unique protection, similar to the Geodshield, called Invulnerability. It lives up to the name and makes her the perfect frontline fighter." The closest thing you'd ever seen to a smile came onto his face, a look of pride. "I am not ashamed to admit that she is a superior swordsman to yours truly, or most anyone in the kingdom, I’d wager.”

… Still distracted, you pointed out that she’d put down her preferred build and style of partner as a “fat freak.” That seemed like the polar opposite of the straight-laced, broad-chested recruit commander Mattieu Fastner.

The man’s eyes narrowed and you saw the flesh under his right eye begin to twitch. “I believe that any further questions will be best left for when you meet my wife in person, Squire.”

You took that as your cue to move on from the subject of your commander’s wife.{endif}

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