[Text: Hailing from the Principality of Ibercori, Sanctity is a hard believer in the Principles, a series of laws and determinations designed to protect and serve the proletariat. She knows the inner workings of her government, the deeper philosophies of her country...
And its myriad flaws.
Despite working for years as an enforcer of its laws, even losing her left and middle eyes, her left hand and a piece of her spine in the line of duty, she is left with doubts about how much her country actually serves its own people and the people around it.]
Sanctity's world is in a weird technological place. They have guns but they're not terribly useful in Ibercori; there's no reason to really develop firearms when spellcasts are cheaper and easier to perform.
They have armor that's extremely advanced, even more refined than it was in the late Medieval period; there is no need to have a squire on hand to put it on. Prosthetic limbs flex and move with minor magical prodding, and there is mass transit, but because mass transit is mostly flight based there is very little developed land in between the cities.
Sanctity herself is from one of the edges of Ibercori; the state of Ernoka. She worked as an enforcer, trained under standard Ibercoran regiments.
All Ibercoran Knights are to be trained in advanced studies and standardized education. One Ibercoran Knight must be worth one-hundred of the enemy's, and standard Ibercoran soldiers are to work in tandem with the knights; it's been regular regimen for the past three decades.
To be a knight, you have to know the laws inside and out, and be willing to follow them as needed. You must be able to enforce the laws, which means dealing with regular spellcasters. And you must be able to understand context, as well as why someone may commit a crime. Criminals, after all, are still often part of the proletariat. And it is their job to serve them.
So why is it that Sanctity arrived in Barovia, wild-eyed and covered in blood?
