Virgil Lasseter

Once a monk in a remote cloister carved directly into the stone of a sacred asteroid, Virgil Lasseter lived a life defined by discipline, silence, and devotion. The monastery was ancient, older than most recorded colonial charters, its halls hollowed by hand and prayer rather than machinery. The brothers believed the asteroid itself was holy, its mineral veins a gift to be guarded, not harvested. Virgil was content there, having chosen contemplation over the noise of the wider human sphere. That peace ended when the Orion Extraction Company arrived. Orion’s surveyors declared the asteroid economically vital, its rare minerals too valuable to leave untouched. When the monastery refused to surrender its home, Orion escalated. Mercenaries were hired. Mechs were deployed. The cloister—stone sanctuaries, meditation chambers, centuries of quiet faith—was methodically destroyed. The monks were unarmed. They were not spared. Virgil survived by chance, buried beneath collapsed stone and wreckage while the mercenaries finished their work. By the time rescue crews arrived, the asteroid was hollowed and gutted, its sanctity erased in the name of profit. Every monk was dead. Virgil was the last. As Bulwark, Virgil fights the way he once prayed: patiently, deliberately, without excess. Shield-Maiden advances slowly, its massive defenses raised, its presence reshaping the battlefield by simply refusing to fall. Virgil does not chase targets. He denies them. He blocks corridors, shields evacuations, and stands fast under fire that would cripple lighter frames. Within Echo Flight, Virgil is reserved and distant but deeply respected. He speaks little, yet when he does, his words carry weight. Virgil Lasseter does not believe the universe is just. He has seen proof that it is not. But he believes that someone must stand against that injustice, even if it costs everything. He already lost his sanctuary once. He will not allow it to happen again.