Ascended Sniper

This look was inspired by all those ascendad or celestial characters in games. Characters with a second chance or with a divine purpose. I wanted to create a god-like outfit but also an aesthetic and ergonomic one.
Lore:
Masashkia was born in one of the poorest villages of Elona. She was Johari’s older sister. Both of them grew up surrounded by good and humble people because they had no parents. But Masashkia didn’t take the correct way. She felt that the villagers, friends and relatives, preferred Johari rather than her. In her head, her younger sister was forcing her to live under the shadows. She became a thug and made bad decitions. New but horrible friendships, thievery, pillage… At the beginning, she left the town sometimes. Maybe for some days. But later days became weeks and weeks months. Her group intercepted caravans, wandering merchants and every single person that could have some coins, food or goods. As she was the strongest, she acted like the leader of her group. She felt disappointed sometimes but pride blinded her. Even so, she didn’t become a monster. She refused to kill people, stopping her band plenty of times. One night, once the campfire became ashes, she realized that those new friends didn’t lover her as she want. They wanted to kill her because she wasn’t strong enough. But they didn’t know that a real thief never sleeps.

Next morning, she covered the corpses and decided to return to her village after a few hours pondering about her choices. Two days and one night traveling tired her completely. In the horizon she could appreciate her village but it seemed different. When she came closer she saw little ascending smoke, remaining of houses. Every step she did through burnt streets and piles of corpses broke her heart more and more into pieces. In the main street, there was a flag. She knew what happened when she saw the beetle and the whip. Homeless, hopeless and crying, she only had one choice. She was alone in the world. She exiled herself into the dessert. She lost the count of traveling days… didn’t feel like she care anymore. Weak dehydrated, and exhausted, she arrived to some sort of destroyed building close to a lake, with very big trees. She toke it as her dying place. She gave up and walked under one of the trees, leaning on a wall under the shadow. She closed her eyes. She was hearing the leafs of the trees, moved by the wind…A cicada somewhere…But those sounds became silent. At the end she only was able to hear her unhealthy breathe. She lamented everything she did and how she acted. She missed her sister more than she could have ever imagined. If she had been there, she chould have fight, or at least her sister and countrymen could have escaped. Suddenly Johari’s voice reached her mind and felt how tears ran through her face. She heard her last breath and couldn’t take air again. She didn’t care. She was ready to die. Or that’s what she thought…

“Oh, my child. Your life is not over yet.” A woman with angelical voice woke her up. “I can feel your heart and your soul. They are pure but cracked. You’ve always had the solution to your problems in your hands. So tell me child. You must make a choice. You can stay here and end your suffering or you may redeem yourself and save the souls of your relatives.” Masashkia tried to see and talk to her but she was strenghtless. The only thing she could see was a light. A very white and bright light. She cried. She tried to move…but was impossible. “Alright then. Your choice has been taken.” After that, she felt like floating. Her pain was gone. All her muscles and bones shaked and could rest after a really long time. The bright light was disappearing gradually. She got her vision back again. She was naked, just wearing a translucent golden silk veil. It was warm and smooth at touch. Thirsty, she went closer to the lake and kneel to drink some water. When she saw her reflection on the water, she shocked. She was wearing an extraordinary outfit, even if she was seeing herself undressed. It was aesthetic and weightless and she wasn’t feeling the touch of her clothes at all. She returned to the tree she woke up underneath and saw a white cloth. She unwrapped it and grabbed a big artifact. It was a silver rifle with blue crystals. It reacted with her touch, glowing and shinning intensely.
Like a thunder, a voice bellowed inside her, turning away from his astonishment. Johari's voice, like an echo in the distance, was warning her: watch out! In the distance, a bunch of awakened were reaching her position. She recognized them. It was her band… trying to kill her again. Surprisingly, she didn’t feel anger or rage. It was pity. She knelt, pointed and open fire and, as the corpses start falling, she was able to see the reminiscences of their human souls, as a fading essence being caught by a white light. They could finally rest. That was the moment when she knew her duty.