Dawn, Archbishop of the Crescent Sun Legion (Patreon)

Update: story has been added.

Update 2: Was told the proportions did not match her previous forms. Fixed that and made other adjustments

Well here she is, the fine lady you have heard so much about :)

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Throughout her long life, Dawn had been many things. A reclusive, bookish Wizard; an adventurous bimbo Sorceress; a Pathmaster,  forging routes through the first days of the Morph. Latest of all, she was the Archbishop of the Crescent Sun Legion...but throughout every adventure and along every route her life had lead her down, her motivations had never really changed.

She wanted to help those who were in need.

That same motivation is what drove her to join the Blazing Sun Legion. She did it to spare her then-companions from sharing that fate, to prevent them from becoming 'recruits'. She went freely into the legion, and was spared Sunstriker's indoctrination, as a result.

It was not so glamorous an induction into the legion as the knights would come to later convey. She did not see the corruption within the legion the moment she set foot in their camp, nor did she immediately foment a glorious rebellion with a magnificent speech. She had no such concerns at all.

No, it was her mere presence that triggered the uprising that would become the War of Two Suns. Her pure, unbroken warmth, her gentle heart, her loving disposition...it shone like a  star in the legion's midst. Amidst all of the gaudy armor, excessive makeup, and material hate the legion had slowly been corrupted by, the shining brilliance of her simple love was like a beacon - like a freshly-risen sun.

Where the legion's leadership was harsh and materialistic, Dawn was kind. Where they spread scorn and manipulative hate, she gave love and honest kindness. Where they had submitted to believing that things were what they were, she had never stopped trying to make them better. Her influence was not something spread through grand speeches or proclamations, but through small, earnest acts of goodwill.

In the end, it was one small, innocent sentence that sparked things into motion. Dawn had risen to a minor officer's position, and had been commanded to yell at a young recruit who had made a misstep. In response, she turned to her superior and said, "Have a loving soul."

That superior had been the previous Exarch of Love, Neira. To have her core title challenged in this way, to have it so bluntly thrown in her face that she operated on hate instead of love...it had infuriated the prideful Exarch. In a rage, she'd seized Dawn's precious arcane horn, and ripped it from the sorceress's skull with an ear-splitting crack.

That crack spread like a thunderclap of war. In seconds, half of the recruitment camp exploded in open revolt as they rushed to Dawn's aid, and that split would soon spread through the entirety of the Blazing Sun Legion. The War of Two Suns had begun.

It has been many years now, since the day Dawn's horn was snapped. Through the love she gave to and received from her people, it has regrown stronger than ever...but that is another tale to be told.

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Character is an evolution of the Twilight Sorceress I created in past April events.