Name: Neophyte Redglare
Personality: Redglare stands for everything the troll judicial system is. She is cruel and relentless, believing her judgments are absolute. She prides herself as the legislacerator. The term is a mish-mash of two words: legislator and laceration.
She is very stubborn. When a verdict is given, she will not be swayed from it. If she believes one to be guilty, then it is fact that the person is indeed guilty. Nothing would sway her otherwise.
Her judgment is in black and white. Ambiguity doesn’t exist for her. To Redglare, someone is either guilty or innocent. The guilty parties are disgusting to her, ultimately sentencing them to death, no matter how petty the crime. Her judgment is absolute. There are no exceptions.
True, she is but a beginner, however, she is very skilled in the art of law and order.
History: The ancestor of Terezi Pyrope and a neophyte legislacerator who was sent to apprehend Mindfang and bring her to justice after the incident with Dualscar. She is said to be quite talented, but she is still inexperienced, as evidenced by the title “Neophyte”. Redglare’s partner, Pyralspite.
She eventually captures Mindfang, who underestimated her, not knowing about her dragon lusus Pyralspite. Coincidentally, Pyrope is a type of Pyralspite garnet. Mindfang’s sensitive vision eightfold is burned out by looking into the dragon’s bright eyes, and her arm is severed by Redglare.
During her trial however, Mindfang manipulates the spectators into turning against Redglare, rather than herself. The rioting spectators pull her from the central court platform and proceed to hang her from the noose intended for Mindfang.
The blind legislacerator hissed, her dragon-headed staff twirled in her arms, now hanging limp over her shoulders. She spoke so bitterly, so hatefully towards a certain witch she was ordered to condemn.
She hated her.
She hated everything about her.
“She can’t escape my judgment forever! She’s a condemned criminal. A criminal, a criminal criminal criminal!”
The staff was slammed to the ground, a makeshift mirror before her. Her angered expression shifted to despair, hands cupping the space in front of her chest.
“How dare she have bigger breasts than me!” A pause. Her hands dropped. “… Among other things. Yes.”
I am shameless.