Marcella is a woman of formidable presence with salt and pepper hair pulled back into a bun so tight it seems to sharpen her facial features. Her silvered chain mail is polished to a mirror finish, and she wears a heavy silk cloak of deep crimson. She stands with a rigid, military posture that commands immediate attention, even when she is at rest.

Marcella is refined and exceptionally disciplined. She speaks with the authority of a general and the precision of a courtier. She demands perfection from herself and those around her. While her exterior is cold and her standards are high, it stems from a fierce desire to see everyone under her command return home safely. She has absolutely no patience for incompetence or lazy speech.

General Marcella Valerius was born into the high nobility but found her true purpose in the steel and grit of the infantry. For twenty years, she served as a high ranking strategist and battlefield commander, earning a reputation for being the most persnickety officer in the legion. Her career took a sharp turn when she refused a direct order to abandon a besieged border village, choosing instead to hold the line to protect a local orphanage. She stood at the gates for three days, using both her blade and a burgeoning divine light to repel the invaders until reinforcements arrived. Following the siege, Marcella realized that the preservation of life, specifically the lives of those too small to defend themselves, was a higher calling than any political mandate. She took the vows of the Life Domain, trading her purely martial rank for a divine one. She now travels as a self-styled protector of the innocent, seeking justice for children who have been harmed by the callousness of the world. She treats her adventuring parties like a squad of raw recruits, polishing their skills and their armor until they meet her exacting standards.