Editing Campaign:Ami's game/Glory Fortress (section)

== Basics ==
*'''Campaign:''' [[Campaign:Ami's_game|Ami's Unnamed Game]]
*'''Name:''' Glory Fortress
*'''Concept:''' Still-surviving first age Zenith.
*'''Caste/Aspect:''' Zenith.
*'''Motivation:''' To show creation the glory of the Unconquered Sun, and encourage his worship.
*'''Positive intimacies:''' Her manse. The UCS.
*'''Negative intimacies:'''
*'''Anima:''' A stylized pure-golden fortress.
*'''Experience:''' 0/0


=== Background ===

Glory Fortress was a young exalt at the time the usurpation of the dragonblooded happened. She had been exalted only a scant few months! She was young, sweet, and full of life - learning every thing she could from her solar brothers and sisters. There was a bit of bad blood, though, between her and an older, more powerful exalt. Apparently her previous exaltation had done.. well, something to get on his bad side. Something bad enough to make him be oh-so-cruel to her whenever they passed by each other. She tried her best to forge a new friendship with the Dawn, but he would have none of it. He humiliated her in public, by calling out the names of her lovers. She let her anger get the best of her that day, and swore that some day she would have her revenge. Unfortunately for her - she didn't get her chance. The Great Feast was held, but she and a few of her closest friends opted out to console her. They caught wind of what was happening, and made way into Glory Fortress's manse for some modicum of protection. Her two friends died defending her, as she activated the manse's defensive grid. She cried, and cried long in mourning for her lost friends and fellow solars... but there was little she could do, as a young exalt to help. She crawled into the protective sleeping-tomb built into the bottom of her manse, and sealed it... waiting for the day that the chaos outside would end, and her fellows would come to wake her.  

As for her old Dawn-caste Rival? Who knows what could have happened to him?

=== Appearance ===

Glory Fortress is a pretty little thing. She has soft, short blond hair cut close to her head to better resemble a shining sun. Her bright, water blue eyes shimmer with a loving innocence. She's a bit tall for a girl, at five-foot-nine, and a little broad shouldered. But as she says, all the better to carry the armor of the Unconquered Sun into battle with. She would do anything to help a friend, and longs for the day she can make right her inability to help her friends during the Usurpation.