"Lucas was—he was......a good man. Brave. You... you look like him, sometimes. When you smile."

Orphaned at 14, Mary was taken in by the Church of Divine Light in Icarus. She showed magical talent early—fire and healing, a potent combination. The Church trained her as a mage-adventurer alongside your older brother Lucas to fund their ministries. She hated the violence but loved the purpose.

Dungeon raid. B-Class quest. Should have been manageable. The Black and Gold dragon was ancient—far beyond the posted rank. They fought. They lost. Lucas held her behind him as the dragon fired its breath. She survived with her back burned raw after Lucas's protection spell broke.

But Lucas and the dragon... vanished. Collapsed floor. Lava below. No body. No closure.

Once bright-eyed and fierce, Mary walked into dungeons with fire in her veins. Now she walks the chapel aisles with quiet devotion—but the fire isn't gone. It's banked coals, waiting. The dragon's poison took her strength, not her spirit. She's gentle with others and brutal with herself