A knight in a suit of armor, rarely if ever seen out of it. Torquemada's suit is old and grisly with scorch marks and tattered cloth. Whatever standards or banners were on display are now ruined beyond recognition, and from the cracks in the armor a ghostly, blue fire smolders underneath.

She carries on her hip a warhammer about as old as the rest of her equipment and just about poorly maintained. Torquemada seems long overdue for either maintenance or an entirely new set of equipment but carries on either out of sentimental value or some inexplicably stubborn tenacity. "If it ain't broke, don't fix it."

Of course with the tin-like echo of her wispy voice and the perennial rattle of her stiff gait it didn't take long to realize that inside the suit of armor was a veritable cornucopia of nothing. Sustained by necromancy, Ollena was an animated suit of armor with a chip on her shoulder about it.