Lesalia Rahab was born as the daughter of a mildly successful merchant in Nexus and raised in Thorns. She Exalted quietly and became a Priestess of the Unconquered Sun, giving aid to traveling Solars and honing her skills in both archery and sorcery for a day when she might need them. Well-read and scholarly, she knew her destiny, or at least the vague desting of any Solar Exalt: to reclaim the land she once reigned over centuries ago.
And she fell in love, in a classical First Age sense, with a traveling Lunar Exalt from the forests far to the east. She accepted her fate, she found someone to spend her life with, and she thought it was only a matter of time until her brethren made themselves known and the revolution would come.
That is, until, it came. The massive mound of rotting flesh still clinging hatefully to splintered bones. The hideous carcass with a blasphemous dark palace mounted on its back. The bloated beast with a soulsteel monster mounted atop its skull, sweeping away everything Lesalia ever knew. Juggernaut. The Mask of Winters. These names and images resound through Lesalia's head to this day.
She lost it all. She lost her home, her books, her friends, her family, her love. All gone. If not dead, then scattered by the five winds or consumed by the stinking death that overcame the city. And at that moment, a new destiny appeared before Lesalia: to overcome all odds and wipe the foul undead scourge from Creation by any means necessary.
