Character Warpriest Prime | Preacher of The Iron Clergy

[Domina Prime]

I HEAR THIS VOICE KEEP ASKING ME
IS THIS MY BLOOD OR IS IT BLASHEMY
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Domina Prime was not born into the Mandalorian creed, she was discovered, a feral anomaly contained within the bowels of the TITAN Research Vessel. To the scientists who held her there, she was a specimen to be probed, quantified, and broken apart. But Mandalorians saw something else when they shattered her enclosure: potential. The Enclave took her in as a foundling, though at first she failed every expectation placed upon her. Jetpacks bucked her from the sky. Firearms rattled out of her grasp. Ships she piloted became wreckage. On the battlefield she was a snarling creature more than a disciplined warrior, a danger to others as much as to her enemies. Those early years marked her as an outsider wearing borrowed armor, a beast dragged into civilization and expected to thrive.

Yet within that wild heart, something ancient stirred. Domina clung fiercely to the old legends of Mandalore, the Destroyer God Ha'rangir, the great hunt, the cosmic forge of struggle. Where others saw myth, she heard a voice. The divine took root in her like kindling meeting flame, and when she finally accepted the spirit that haunted her cursed axe, allowing the phantom's essence to fuse with her once Force-dead flesh, her transformation ignited. Power surged. Purpose crystallized. And a new prophet rose in beskar.

Dima found what had been abandoned: the lost Arks, drifting sanctuaries of Mandalorian heritage. Through them she revived a religion long dismissed as primitive fanaticism, and the people followed. Today she stands not as a frightened foundling, but as Grand Warpriest of Mandalore, Alor of House Prime, and the personal executioner of Mandalore Aether Verd. She commands the City-Arks, presides over the War College and the Divine Forge, unlocks forbidden relics in the Lost Vaults of Furyia, and oversees the Coliseum where champions are reborn. Her authority does not stem from politics, it is forged from revelation, battle, and undeniable strength.

Domina embodies the Mandalorian resurgence with terrifying clarity. She is the bridge between beast and priest, war and worship, myth and military conquest. Redemption through fire defines her philosophy: weakness must be burned away, evolution forced beneath the hammer of adversity. She believes that only through blood, struggle, and faith can a warrior be worthy of divine attention. In her presence, the ancient gods of Mandalore are not metaphors, they are commanders, and she is their thunder.

Once mocked as the "Menace of Mandalore," she is now its sacred executioner, beloved by zealots, feared by enemies, and respected by every soul who understands the language of power. Domina Prime does not merely lead armies into battle; she leads a rebirth. Through her, the Mandalorians do not just return to the galaxy's stage, they arrive as a prophecy, sharpened into a dream shaped blade.

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  SEEK POWER & FIRE, ALL ELSE FOLLOWS
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  Fiery and fearless, she thrives in the heart of conflict where steel sings and warriors are tested. When she's not leading crusades or drilling the faithful into perfect synchronicity, she indulges in the adrenaline of combat rites, the craft of holy weaponry, and the thrill of the hunt beneath alien skies. She revels in war-chants, starborne voyages, and the sacred art of turning chaos into conquest. Every moment is sharpened, another chance to honor the Destroyer God through victory, valor, and the joyous roar of battle.
  
  Relic Recovery & Cultural Reclamation: Expeditions to locate, reclaim, or authenticate Mandalorian relics and sacred texts. Prestige, pay, and ceremonial recognition await successful recoveries.
  
  Conscripts & Converts: New blood to be initiated into the Faith of The Manda. Taking on special prospects in the same manner sith & jedi take on padawans & apprentices.
  
  Strategic Contracts & Mercenary Commissions: Short- and long-term warbands hired for escort, siege, and stabilization operations. Competitive pay, clear chains of command, and the Warpriest's blessing for loyal veterans.
  
  Investors & Patrons of the Iron Citadel: Funding partnerships for shipyards, armories, and public works aboard the Ark. Investors receive trade privileges, honors, and seats at festival rites.
  
  Research & Artifact Study: Scholars, forgers, and artifactologists invited to study recovered relics and improve our war-tech. Access to the Iron Cathedral's libraries and workshops for contributors.
  
  Grand Games, Festivals & Public Spectacle: Organizers, performers, and promoters to design blood-sports, pageants, and rites that bind hearts to the Ark. Fame and favor for creators of unforgettable spectacle.
  
  Diplomatic Overtures & Conditional Alliances: Envoys and negotiators welcome to propose alliances, trade accords, or mutual aid. Terms considered by Domina herself when they honor Ha'rangir's code.
  
  Salvage, Logistics & Resource Retrieval: Crews to extract caches, escort supply convoys, and manage reclaimed wealth. Reliable crews are rewarded with contracts and communal standing.
  
  Covert Ops & Intelligence Exchanges: Information brokers and stealth teams may propose trade in secrets or sabotage, discretion required; rewards scale with danger and usefulness.
  
  Joint Ventures in Arms & Industry: Blacksmiths, weaponsmiths, and industrial entrepreneurs invited to co-develop armaments and castle-ship tech under Ark patronage.
  
  The Iron Crucible: For those with rivalries to settle or a hunger for worthy combat, the Ark's dueling grounds are ever open. Ritual combat is sacred, spectacle is divine, and Domina herself takes pride in seeing enemies, allies, and strangers alike clash blades beneath Ha'rangir's gaze. A grand spectacle for the gods, and for those daring enough to step into the circle.
  
  A Test of Faith: The Ark does not fear opposition, it welcomes it. Infiltrators, thieves, raiders, and would-be conquerors are an inevitability, and their attempts to breach Mandalorian halls only feed the legend. Whether to steal coveted technology, sack the vaults, or sow chaos at the Cathedral's doors, such efforts are not only expected but embraced. For those who wage war must, in turn, endure it.
  
  Sermons & Service: Fellow Mandalorians are encouraged to gather within the Ark's halls for religious rites, forge-bonding, and battle planning. These sermons are as much about devotion as they are about trading ideas, passions, and strategies among brothers and sisters of steel.
  
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  DIVINE FORGE OF FAITH & FURY
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  • The Iron Citadel | Ark of Ha'rangir [X]
  • Grásiða | The Glyphscript Anvil [X]
  • Stjörnuskagi | Cosmic Starfang [X]
  • Khovesk | That Which Frees From Consciousness [X]
  • Mythosaur Axe of Furyia | Crown of The Inheritor [X]
  • Beskar'gam of The Warpriest [X]
  • Warden-Type Beskar'gam [X]
  • The Gjallerhorn | Chalice of The Gods [X]
  • Azure Blackstone | Bloom of Thorns [X]
  • Ha'rangirite | The Divine Engine [X]
  • Iron Eidolon | Battlecruiser [X]
  • Daemon | Carrier [X]
  • Lunarfang | Star Destroyer [X]
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  I WANNA SHOW YOU SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL
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  Aether Verd	Manda'lore, named his Executioner	"I think he's into me...yeah, he's totally into me."
  Darth Carnifex	Surrogate father, brought Dima from the nether	"Dad still won't smoke with me he's SO lame~"
  Srina Talon	Pretty Empress who hired us, hope to work with her again.	"I kidnapped her hairdresser. Don't tell her!"
  Diarch Rellik	Prospect of Primes design, a worthy rival.	"Again shall our blades clash, when he's ready!"
  Jorryn Fordyce	Sponsor of House Prime & Perhaps more	"Call anytime darling, i can't say no to you."
  Darth Morta	Angry Little Red, rival and prospect of Prime.	"Mean and vicious little thing. I like it, call me~"
  Darth Tormenta	Sith Pirate Queen & Potential Consort	"Kitten killed a mythic beast for my love...hot"
  Vren Rook	OLD ASS MAN, also former mando dad.	"I swear cheats at cards, old man robbed me!"
  Jenn Kryze	Enclave Sister, beloved beskar baddie	"Think she's still mad at me for killing the queen"
  Korda Veydran	Lost Ember of Mandalore	"Poor lost boy, must show him The Way~"
  Ko Vuto	First Arch Nemesis, Jedi Goodboy	"Ko, Ko baby, when will you call me back?"
  Lysander von Ascania	Punching Bag & Prospect of Prime	"Until we duel again, sweet little one."
  Diodoros	Hot hunk of a gladiator Dima fangirls over.	"One way or another, he WILL be mine~"
  Aiden Porte	Jedi she hasn't tried to fight. They talk religion~	"He still needs bigger biceps but he's fun to talk to."
  Vytal Noctura	Witch Queen, Fellow sister, emotional anchor.	"Sure hope she doesn't figure out my axe is cursed~"
  Adelle Bastiel	Foundling of The Ark, Aspirant of The Way~	"Stick with me, i'll show you the love of god~"
  Romul Saxon	Big boss of The Enclave, Dimas first Warmaster~	"Oh just wait till he sees how much i've grown."
  Darth Virelia	Temptress & Seductress of Mandalorians	"Lovely as you are, there is only one true god. And it is not you~"
  Riven	Gremlin & Ruiner of Warpriest Finery.	"She'll be working off her debt for a LONG time~"
  Acier Moonbound	Sweet lil baby boy nephew	"Kid is in desperate need of a lovelife. To Zeltros!"
  Ashin Cardé Varanin	Sith Ghost Dima stole a Mace from.	"And no, i will not give it back."
  Runi Kuryida	Shaman of Mandalore, Mentor of The Warpriest	"NO, i don't have a cursed axe...anymore."
  Braze	Terrorist of The Ark	"He is small, he is mean, and absolutely evil."
  Adonis Angelis IV	That's a whole lot of beef. Dima likes beef.	"I'm still waiting for that date~"
  Talohn Atar	Original Adopter of Foundling Dima	"KITTY!"
  Zlova Rue	Sith Mom of The Enclave	"I stole some of her outfits. And she never found out who it was~"
  Siv Kryze	Mandalorian Brother & Arms and Emotional Support Unc	"Can always go to him for advice on how to talk to cute boys~"