Alright. Literally, my characters have made it into the fourth generation. Starting with my very first character, I have been working further and further, deleting and creating new characters. For each new character, a new family member of the Redstar Bloodline. Here, I introduce the next THREE in the bloodline. The three daughters of Lydia Redstar. Here are the other parts of the lore: Part (I): https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/113065395/0/0 Part (II): https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/115382214/0/0 Part (III): https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/137201948/0/0 Lydia had three daughters. She wished to have them as close together as possible and got her wish. They are but a year apart in age, each. Aila Redstar is a Hunter. She is every bit the spitting image of her mother. Though a lot of people keeping saying she looks a lot like Amanda Holliday. And then proceed to ask if she's her mother. Aila is the eldest and hardest stricken by war out of the Redstar Bloodline. Shortly after she became a guardian, she had a massive loss as a fireteam leader. Aila had her fireteam. Not her sisters, but her fireteam. The firsthand fireteam that she spent most of her time with. Her most skilled friends and allies. When the Taken King arrived in the solar system, she was at the front lines. Devastating ships with her own decked out vessel. She spent time on and had pride in her ship. It could blast clean through any fighter, punch holes straight through corvette armor, and she blasted massive holes through tomb ships! Oh, the glory it was. Short and sweet with a horrid aftertaste. Being on the outer area that the shockwave took over, she had plenty of time to simply turn away and hit the jump drive, yet it didn't fire. Her fireteam's, her squadron's jump drives, all disabled. Nothing could escape as that wave approached, and she gave the command to gun it. They could make it, they could. But she were the only one to. She blamed her own sick pride in her ship for being the only one to escape that terrible wave of destruction's wake. Her Emerald Piercer is now a sight of tombs for her. Literally. She took the time to engrave the name of every lost friend in that one devastating strike, on the ship's hull, retired the vessel, pulled a hildian seeker from her shipyard. She now teams with her sisters as an overly cautious, paranoid nigthstalker. She lives by the shadows, stays hidden, and never gets too close. Not anymore. Mary Redstar. The titan of the three daughters. She has read Every titan book of teachings. From the First Pillars to the books of yesterday. She knows them all, and a knowledge seeker she be, she awaits the next. Her favorite book is by Commander Zavala himself. And though she did revere him at one point, she now reveres her sister, Amilia Redstar. She is the team's rock. The smiler. The spreader of joy and happiness. The inspirer. The spurrer. The very reason why she and her sisters even made it out of a pit too deep for them to climb out of. She held together the team when the other two could not. She doesn't stand as the leader, but she makes sure they stay safe. She is, has been, and always will be a defender. Amilia Redstar, AKA, the Blackhammer. Amilia is a warlock. Born true to her nature, she has privileges. Loads of privileges. She doesn't walk, she floats. At one point, she acquired the very silken robes a wizard wears, and donned them over her own armor. She called herself a witch for a long time, staying true to her name, never removing her mantle. Eris helped her keep the robes in good shape, even helped her acquire a new set of robes from a high title hive wizard. It took Amilia three minutes. Being the mastered warlock she is, she puts her abilities to use. Often. Her home is Aila's Ketch. Amilia is the leader of her fireteam. when three extra need to be recruited, she makes it known that she is the only one to give orders, unless told otherwise. She revels in the sunsinger subclass, but has created her own verse, calling it the Godsinger subclass. A subclass that only one other warlock could be deemed worthy of sharing the secrets to. Ikora kindly refused. She were a Stormstriker. That afternoon, Ikora and Amilia shared secrets anyway, and 'tis only notable because that is when Amilia began looking for the Voidtreader. She believes he is still walking the void to escape the vault of glass. It never claimed him. Praedyth still lives. His light was never lost, because his light is traversing the void to freedom. Aila took action when the opportunity reared itself. She found a notable high ranking individual of the fallen. She found an archon priest that belonged to the house of wolves, suspended in animation the same as Aksor. It wasn't a fight. Standing at the top of a ridge far off, she waited for that capsule to open, her weapon at the ready. Banshee asked her many questions. Why a high grade tank rifle? It could, literally, be used as a tank cannon, if a replacement was needed. She responded with the honest truth. To take a ketch for herself. With that rifle, and she'd never forget that day, she set in an ammo belt. Fired, moved the loading bar nimbly, fired again, and repeated. Over and over again. Efficient and quick, that priest fell, dead. Approaching the corpse, she paid extra attention to the mangled helmet she wore. And took her cloak. It took some time. Months. but the cryptarchs reconstructed the cape with the same design, same data it held in it's fibres, and same material. She bore the old history of the house of wolves. Before they came here. A good few millennia of it. Approaching the scattered wolves' new home, a hole in the rocks, she practically sang an offer to them in their tongue. She, their new kell. And they joined her. Gave her one of their remaining ketches. Hidden Blade, it was called. Smaller than most ketches, but outfitted with wonderful drives to leap across systems. A flagship, and it was hers. As the new kell to this small group of wolves, Aila was offered Ether. So abundant, she could bathe in it nightly. Calling her sisters to the throne room, she dismissed her guard and offered to them both. Ether. The very sweet ambrosia that makes kells as big as they are, the reason why archons are massive. It doesn't have as sudden an effect on fallen as it does humans. They were each a full head height taller by their second sip. A third, and they stopped. Half their size larger, they set down their droughts. Amilia had her share escorted out. Mary took hers by hand. Aila had hers stored. The three fight, constantly, alongside their allied house of wolves fallen. Not a moment goes by that any of the three don't love doing so. They made an enemy an ally. Through tradition. Take deep droughts for themselves as if queens. And fight. The legend of Amilia (godsinger) Redstar. AKA, the Blackhammer. In her first few years, Amilia reveled in the teaching of the sunsingers. She bore colors of orange flames, bore her sunsinger bond with pride, and mastered the subclass. She once heard of these weapons people were stealing from Crota. One caught her attention, and it was the blackhammer. A nice weapon, by design and look. Different from what you'd usually see on the markets. She got one, but never used it. It proved to be of no use against the foes she came across, it simply wasn't powerful enough. Then came the day she caught whisper of the Black Spindle. A very similar gun in build and make. The strength behind it, the calibre, she set out for it. Ikora helped her find it. A favor for Amilia to pay back the favor Amilia did for Ikora. Amilia wrested it from the grasp of a taken platoon, laying waste to them with her new found ability as a godsinger. The first noted moment she used her abilities as a godsinger. It were not a short fight, and it were not easy, but she came out on top. Alone. With the black spindle in hand, she set off for home, and compared both black hammer and black spindle. Weapons of incredible likeness. The black spindle were bigger and held higher calibre rounds. A tank rifle. Much akin to Aila's Archon's Fall rifle. She took it, and proceeded to fight alone for three years, honing her skill with a long range weapon rather than a shotgun and hand cannon. The result was an unbeatable mistress of fire. It was by mistake that she'd been called her title, but it was accepted as her name. Amongst a crowd of tightly packed hive - wizards, knights, thrall, acolytes - Amilia came out on top. She could not be beaten, and she didn't need the help of the team that accompanied her. Not to mention the speed at which she'd cleared the hive. Those two helping her, henceforth, called her the Blackhammer. Amilia, pride in her new found realization of her skill, kept the name, and changed her colors. She now dons her sunsinger bond as pride of her studies and path of ability, but everything else is black. She will stay true to her name. Kahhhhh, that got way too deep. But, this is what I've always been wanting to work up to. Not just this lore, but as a writer, I wanted characters that actually took time to build. Amilia and Aila are prime examples.