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Legend
Charlemagne Lavoyarde
“How can a man be happy if he does not serve the Lightbringer with his whole heart?.”
The Closed Fist of the Empire, they once called him. Primarch of the Federal Empire, the Holy Son of the High Imperateur. After that, he became known as Father Gregory, the Man of the Cloth. He has walked many paths and has seen many sights. He has lived a life of servitude, acting for the many and acting for God. As a boy, he signed his life away so that his Father could live again. He joined the Church indefinitely so that his Father could return and spread the Light of God once more. He set aside his ambitions and his future so that the Imperium of God would endure. A life of luxury and noble indulgence, signed away for the greater good of God's realm. In place of soirees and wine, he held mass and drank water. In the place of mighty declarations and prestigious honours, he held sermons and received little thanks. He did all of this with the knowledge and pride that his life, his very breath, was fueling God's Realm on Altera. For a time, at least, all was well.
However, as with all things good, God's realm fell apart. Civil war raged between fire and light and in its wake there was nothing. His father was gone, so too was his brother. Their once mighty Imperium lay in ashes. The oath he had spoken and the sacrifices he had made became worthless. Yet, to this day he still serves God with every waking breath. For thou shalt remain faithful to thy pledged word.
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