Commissar Seryth

No one knows where Commissar Seryth was born and none dare ask. Those who have tried have either found themselves reassigned, disappeared,or executed for insubordination. Her records in the Departmento Munitorum are marked CLASSIFIED. What is known is this: Seryth rose quickly through the Schola Progenium, trained under the harshest Commissars the Imperium could provide. Where others were shaped by pain, she was sharpened by it. Where others clung to shreds of humanity, she ripped them away. To Seryth, there is only one truth: victory for the Emperor. Mercy? Weakness. Hesitation? Weakness. Regret? Weakness. Anyone who shows such traits be they soldier, officer, or civilian deserves only one reward: a bolt to the skull. Seryth leads her regiments with the cold certainty of a glacier crushing all in its path. If artillery bombardment is required to level a city even one filled with noncombatants she gives the order without blinking. If a soldier collapses from exhaustion, she has them dragged before the troops and executed publicly. Her favorite phrase, often delivered in a low, razorsharp voice Troops under her command whisper names like The Pale Judge and Iron Veil behind her back though only when they’re sure she’s out of earshot. One wrong look, one flicker of hesitation, and they know she’ll notice. She always notices. Commissars are the political officers of the Astra Militarum (Imperial Guard). Their job is to ensure absolute loyalty, discipline, and faith in the Emperor among the troops. They have the authority to execute soldiers and even officers on the spot if they show cowardice, disloyalty, or weakness. Commissars stand apart from the men they command they are symbols of unwavering Imperial authority, often feared more than the enemy. But even among Commissars, Seryth’s reputation is exceptional: most Commissars understand when to apply cold discipline and when to inspire. Seryth? She applies only one rule No weakness, ever.