Ophelia Diamond

The whispering wind wove its way through the barn. Ophelia, it murmured. The proud pines rustled in the surrounding woods. Ophelia, they creaked. The woman collapsed in the barn, weak and exhausted. Ophelia, she cooed as she cradled her newborn daughter. Then, died alone in the night.

Born on a world dying from the horrors of industry, Ophelia grew up with a rage in her heart. Rage at the machines that stripped her world bare. Rage at the the chemicals that caused her blindness. Rage at her mother, for choosing to birth her.

Her heart awash with anger, she set out to extinguish any and all machines she encountered and any and all life that made use of them. Only when the machines were all gone and the people all dead, could she rest.

Thus began the Ophelian Crusade.