She was raised as a crusader.

Her claymore is five feet long, but it barely hits the middle of her chest. Her armor is heavy, but she moves around like it's nothing. Her footfalls are punctuated by the sound of clanging metal, and her tail whips around like a demented metal cobra. And, peculiarly, it has a skull-shaped mace dangling off the end, glimmering and glittering and golden.

Her horns wrap around her head like a crown, or, more accurately, a halo, and her black eyes scan the world, looking for heretics to stamp out.

She fights for the Great Mother, her rage focused towards the heretics that seek to darken her world. And with the sins of His Infernal Majesty leaking out into the world, she won't be running out of heretics to purge any time soon.

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A tiefling woman that I'm playing for a castlevania-esque campaign. She's big, she's buff and she fucks shit up.