Fanatic

They were once Paladins—bright steel, shining shields, vows sworn to Dhara. But in the heat of battle, the Fanatics crossed lines unholy even in war: innocents caught, mercy forgotten, zeal born of fear more than faith. Stripped of rank, armour, and title, they fell into mercenary life—selling their sword to the highest bidder, haunted by their oath.   Now, in the courts of mercenary captains and under murkier banners, the Fanatic moves with flayed pride. Their blade is scarred, their voice hardened, hair singed from fires they once kindled in Dhara’s name. When a contract demands brutality, they perform—but eyes flicker for redemption, guilt showing in each kill. They are both scourge and shadow: once holy warriors, now hollowed out by zeal untempered.