ID: C.TC.2.016

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Name: Capgras
Alias: The Rightful Heir of Night
Race: Sol-Chroto
Status: Long Dead
Gender: She
Height: 11ft
Weight: 1348llbs
Age: 1500~
Home Region: Talsmajir

Affiliation: Capgrainian Resistance
Occupation: Generalmajor
Mate(s): Dobikarôés
Descendants: Aldron, Csinas, Moniakur
Ascendants: N/A

Saint Generalmajor Capgras

“The failed revolt cost us all. They took them down low, and us up high. The junta under order of The Capitalist set flame to their holding. The slaves they owned. Set ablaze. Doused in fire and chemical alike. The screams are forever embedded in my skull… Children and adult alike burned. The junta turned their backs as they always did. But it- It was her, that figure that dreams betold of. The savior of our breaking minds. I saw her rise. I saw her, Capgras, tall and unbroken. Lit aflame and burning but alive- walking through the burning piles of carrion. The hands of the dead reaching towards the sky, and the hands of the dying towards her. Parting themselves as they died, bracing their unkindled parts towards her. Guiding her calm fury. The hands of a dying terracut to hand her a warped spear- an artifact stolen in their failed revolt. Stolen from the hands of a slain Lunar Demigod. Striding over embers- marred by chemical. She did not cry out… She did not shed a tear… Nor reveal her survival to those wretched guards. But drive a holy spear through their backs- the rightful heir of night…”

"In her name, Saint Generalmajor Capgras, do we fight."

- Prophet Dobikarôés, Right Fang of Saint Generalmajor Capgras

Overview

Born into slavery, Capgras was always a quiet thing. Something unsuspecting, seen as docile was she subjected to every manner of torture there was. But she was keen and clever, biding her time until a revolt came about. Capgras in surviving The Hilgravar Massacre, or the Burning of The Slaves, found herself leading an army comprised of the downtrodden. Just as civil war had started to get crazy, did she and her new army retreat into the Ancient Waterways under the city. Sheltering among sable’sa who owed her a favor. From here did she and her forces spearhead charges, seek to free the remaining slaves, and reclaim the city. Just as the other some 600k+ factions at that time. It was nothing short of a miracle that Capgras survived as long as she did. As leader of a major faction, her head was wanted and it was wanted badly. But alas. Capgras was captured by the combined faction of The Lunar Cult and The Plutocracy. Who tortured and assaulted her for all she was worth, in an attempt to break the spirit and bring a revered symbol of hope low. But never, never did she give in. And when her execution came about, a public hanging. Capgras did not struggle in the rope. She did not cry, did not utter petty retort, but allow herself a smile, and to be made a martyr.

When her remains were finally recovered. Half of her was laid to rest after the war, the other half. Her upper body and left arm were entombed in The Tideturner as saintly relics.

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