<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/warhammer40k/images/6/68/Sister_of_Battle_Anna_Steinbauer.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20150804074745)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Mariel Corbeck<br/><strong>Location</strong>Cage<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br/><strong>Status</strong>: Brooding/praying<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Mariel had been taken prisoner a small while back, and stripped of her equipment. That hurt more than the shackles that had been bolted into her arms, having her blessed arsenal stripped away. It was bizarre, not feeling the comforting bulk of her power armour, and even though Mariel was physically very tall, she felt more than a foot shorter. Sitting in her cage cross-legged she was silent, her face twisted into a stone-cold grimace, staring right into the floor of her cage. Rather than her ceramite armour, Mariel was allowed some standard-ish military fatigues, their tight cut showing the large, corded muscles that had been developed in her decades of training and warfare.<br/><br/>Initially, Mariel had resisted, growling, shouting or smashing at the bars, but soon after she understood the futility of her actions, she had simply stopped and sat down. Never defeated, Mariel was gathering herself, and praying, a rumbling litany passing from her lips and gradually growing in volume. It could have been confused with catholic doctrine if it weren't to the nearly uncountable number of times the word 'emperor' was uttered. Finishing her Prayer, the tall woman stood up and moved closer to the bars of her cage.<br/><br/>"You heretics will be dealt your justice when this cage door is opened. Bows, blades and men cannot stop the Emperor's daughter. Before I die, I<em>will</em>crush the life out of at least one of you, with your own heretical chains!" Mariel said, in that distinctive, strange, high-british accent that the imperials had. Gritting her teeth, the tall, platinum-haired woman started stomping back and forth, spewing forth doctrine and growling at any of the grunts that walked by.