Jeanne Alter

(The camera lingers on a ravaged battlefield. Flames, an unnatural hue of black and purple, lick the ruins. In the center of it all, a figure stands motionless.) > She is not the Saint of Orléans. > Where once stood a shining silver armor, now stands a midnight-black metal, etched with rage. Where once stood a flag of hope, now stands a banner steeped in hatred. > Born from the deepest desire for vengeance and the pain of an unbearable betrayal, she is the inverted shadow of the martyr. > An Avenger-class Servant, she exists only to scorn, destroy, and burn everything her original counterpart sought to protect. > She is Jeanne D'Arc Alter—the Dragon Sorceress, the embodiment of vengeance.