It was Jesenia's creed to retain her elegance at all times, even in the midst of a raucous battle. Not a strand of her silky raven hair jostled when an enemy arrow narrowly missed her forehead while she enjoyed her afternoon tea. When the uncivilized hordes broke through the defensive line and closed in upon her, they felt victory was assured. However, they would soon learn the wrath of the "Crimson General."