I'm part of the Elite Force Onyx, a team of combat advanced individuals. My role is a white-mage, or healer/Medic for my tomb during the ongoing War. D*mn that Solar Empire. The Lunar Republic will RISE. It will RISE to the GREATNESS, THE GREATNESS IT DESERVES. My Fervor for the war blinds me with blood-lust. I Crave battle. My armor is light and my bow ready. My magic pool is overflowing and must be released. To conjure armor and heal the wounded. I share my passion for the fight to all those who have lost hope. I serve the princess, and do her bidding. Her magic is stronger than mine, but I learn from her. She teaches and cares for her soldiers unlike Celestia. Yes I speak of her, she is unforgiving and thoughtless, and it is she who sends HER Soldiers to Die Forces US to KILL them, Slaughter them, makes us feel guilt and loss. This is the cost of war, THIS is the Cost, The cost to keep our Republic Strong. I will remain strong, I look upon the moon and Find hope for I cannot look at the sun, her light only blinds and burns. It takes our water, forces us to seek shelter and hide from its rays of destruction. I AM CURATRIX EXUBIARUM, AND I FIGHT FOR THE LUNAR REPUBLIC…