Sex: Female.
Race: Human.
Height: 6ft.
Age: 28.
Orientation: Bisexual.

Stood tall in Sororitas Power Armour, adorned with stamped prayers, inscriptions and other Imperium paraphernalia, Sister Bethany would fit the part of a Sister of Battle, two bolt pistols hanging loosely at her side, a collapsible Power Maul on the opposite side, a Jump Pack, and her white and black armour would immediately mark her to be a Seraphim of the Order of the Sacred Rose, a terrifying close combat specialist unafraid of death, and calm in the face of danger.

Bethany would have snow white hair, and soft ice blue eyes that hid a compassionate being underneath all of the weaponry and equipment she burdened herself with. Bethany wouldn't speak. This would be obvious from any small interaction. She would sign out in an odd way (ThoughtMark and BattleMark), or just rely on vague gestures, facial expressions and the odd touch here and there. She would be pleasant company, despite her lack of conventional conversation.

She'd carry a neutral expression most times, though that's not to say that she's without emotion, just unsure who to show it with, though her smile is kind, and when she laughs, it isn't without sound, when she forgets to mute herself, quickly giving away that her lack of speech is a choice of somesort, rather than a condition. She'd carry a tattooed symbol of a fleur de lys on her right cheek.

"She changed the dressing on my las burns, held my hand at night when the pain got real bad and even managed to get that ping out of my rifle's plasma carb. If you ask me, she's an angel!" - Guardsman Lliirpra about Bethany.