Name: Nisvillia Blissponis

Age: 27

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Appearance: Nisvillia is a huge, heavy young woman, who carries most of her weight in her enormous stomach. Her neck is thick with fat, and her plump face bares a double-chin. She has soft arms, decked with pillowy flab, and her muscular legs have become built like tree trunks from supporting her immense weight. She has dark lips which conceal glistening white teeth, and emerald green eyes shimmer on either side of her stout nose. An explosion of fiery red hair cascades down her shoulders, falling in loose tangles, and a mishmash of bright freckles are splattered across her pale face. Her cheeks are rosy and puffy, and she is reasonably large-breasted. She has a relaxed and casual stance, with slopped shoulders and a slightly curved spine.

Nisvillia dresses in a fairly stylish manner, garbing herself in a loose shirt of black metal-like fabric, worn under a dark red jacket. Sleek black leggings are clad around her legs, and sturdy yet elegant combat boots garb her feet.

Personality: Nisvillia is a shady, large-than-life swindler, with a wicked grin on her lips and a mischievous gleam in her eye. She has built her life upon supply and demand, and has a knack for fishing out the profit in any situation. Outwardly, she may sometimes emit kindness, but her twisted personality holds a much more dark and barbaric side, which rears its ugly head when the situation demands it, or when she’s simply having a bad day.

The young woman panders to social norms, and knows how to weed her way into most conversations, and how to play her opponents. She has little regard for life, human or otherwise, and her main concern is asserting herself as a powerful figure, through illegal means or otherwise.

History: Nisvillia was born into a merchant family in the cluttered halls of Port Wander (the last bastion of the Golden Throne’s rule in the Koronus Expanse) living out a fairly sheltered childhood. Amidst the almost lawless expanse of the station, crime and underhand tactics were ripe, and most merchants dabbled in skulduggery and unlawful practices, with the Blissponis family being no exception. The Imperial reserves stationed at Port Wander were usually there as punishment for dishonourable acts, and as such this marked the end of progression in their military careers; making them bitter, resentful, and easy to manipulate.

Growing rich off of extorting asteroids of their rich minerals, the Blissponis family existed within the upper-crust of Port Wander society, utilising disgruntled guardsmen to enforce protection rackets throughout the space station, and keep their competitors from ever becoming too powerful.

Branching out into smuggling, the family shipped Obscura and other narcotics in through the great piers, occasionally dabbling in Xenos technology if the buyers paid enough.

On the verges of establishing their own trading cartels, the Blissponis’ operations soon collapsed under their own weight, and became overrun with untrustworthy thugs and shady characters, to the point that the organization simply dissolved into Port Wander’s underworld. Lacking their previous funds but addicted to a lifestyle of excessive luxury, Nisvillia’s father sank into a deep depression, becoming addicted to the Obscura he had once smuggled, before falling even further into darkness once its affects had worn off. The all-consuming despair soon whisked away her father’s life, and he was found with a suicide-induced gun wound in his head, lying bloodied in their cramped little apartment. Her mother followed suite, and the young girl was left to fend for herself.

Nisvillia became a gun runner, finding work down in the docks that her family had once used to smuggle their wares, keeping herself in the good books of Port Wander’s major players. The young woman established herself as a reliable and trustworthy smuggler, and her business profited because of this. While she by no means returned to the life of immense splendour she had grown used to, her new wealth was a grand step up from the near povertous conditions she had been teetering on.

Becoming further intertwined with the black market, Nisvillia started to draw cautious eyes from the station’s most vicious gangsters, which she took as leave to seek out her fortune elsewhere. Fleeing to Outpost 57, the young woman has established a niche for herself offering mercenary work to aspiring guns for hire, working as a gateway for crime bosses to hand out contracts to the faceless drivels of hoodlums and renegades who flock to the once military facility.

Skills: Nisvillia understands people, and is able to get inside their heads and manipulate them. While not a fighter in the physical sense, her cool charisma and deceptively welcoming demeanour are truly forces to be reckoned with, and her uniquely deductive brain gives her an unseen advantage in tense life-or-death situations. Having spent some time on the rough streets of Port Wander, Nisvillia has a basic understanding of close-quarters combat, although her unfit state makes this almost completely useless. She has a keen eye, and is a decent shot with her scoped laspistol.

Equipment: -Monomolecular knife
-Scoped Laspistol


Miscellaneous: N/A

Name: Mycandra Castell

Age: 37

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Appearance: As a member of the Adepta Sororitas, Mycandra is usually clad in her armor, a form fitting suit of steely-looking plates of ceramite and other various materials. Various fleurs-de-lis can be seen on her armor, mainly on the joints and chest, with studs on the main breastplate. Underneath the armor she sports a set of plain red tunic and trousers. Attached to her waist is a length of red cloth upon which is threaded a golden cross and halo. A similar piece of cloth hangs from her back, except the outside is black fringed with red while the underside is entirely red. Various Imperial seals are engraved in silver on her armor, primarily on her pauldrons and arms. The hand-flamer and bolt pistol hang from her hips, ready to be drawn in a moments notice. A thin leather belt holds Mycandra's simulacrum imperialis and medicus ministorum except when she is praying. Various strips of paper, inscribed with various litanies of the Imperial Cult, are bound across parts of her armor, changing every day to reflect the complete devotion to the Emperor's creed.

Mycandra herself is an exceptionally tall woman, standing 6'1" without the armor, which then adds another few inches. A scar runs down the left side of her hard, drawn face, crossing over her eye and cheek. The left eye has been replaced by a bionic, an additional memory of the event which gave her the scar. Near the peak of human ability, she is an exceptionally strong and agile person, weighing much more than a normal woman and able to compete a vast majority of men, especially because of her armor. Short brown hair hangs loose when not covered by a battle helm. Piercing gray eyes appear to scour the soul of any who gaze upon them, accentuated by the stern expression usually on Mycandra's face.

Personality: Mycandra is a very stoic, devout, and unrelenting person, a product of her childhood spent among the underhives of the planet Eydolim. Many of the religious practices native to the Shrine World, especially worship to Saint Kodaline, has remained with Mycandra throughout her life and she will frequently reference the patron Saint of her home planet. Although some would consider her simple-minded, nothing more than a pawn, Mycandra is in fact a rather intelligent person, able to puzzle her way through situations given time and/or tools. Because of her position as an Adepta Sororitas, she despises those that do not adhere faithfully to the will of the God Emperor but is willing to make concessions in order to further His plans. Because of this trait, she can appear rather stand-offish in the company of the others and rather derisive. Should you befriend her, however, you would find a true and loyal companion.

History: Mycandra's childhood is one of deprivation and despair. Born to members of the lowest laboring classes on the Shrine World Eydolim, birth place of Saint Kodaline, lived much of her child years without seeing the sun itself, only the filtered rays that streamed down through the levels of the hive. Her parents were constantly working and did not usually have time to spend with Mycandra apart from worshiping every day at centers of the Imperial Cult. Already larger than most girls and many boys by the age of nine, she herself was then put to work in the underside of the world of Eydolim. Exposed to violence, smuggling, and other sorts of illegal and unsavory activities, Mycandra's survival rested entirely on her faith in the glory of the Emperor, sustaining her physically-degrading body spiritually.

It would fall upon Mycandra's perception one fateful day when of age twelve that her father and mother also participated in several illicit activities, though she could not reliably explain which ones given her age and seclusion. Venturing out to a nearby Arbites station, she convinced one of the Arbites that he needed to come with her as her parents were engaging in illegal activity that went against the Shrine world and the Emperor. The Arbites escorted her to her house and what followed shocked Mycandra. Her father recognized the man and slipped him money, thanking him for bringing his daughter back. After the Arbites explained the reason Mycandra had sought him out, a grim expression took hold on her father's face. Closing the door after the two men parted, Mycandra's father beat her, breaking bones and shattering her face. Locked into her room afterwards, she received no food and only a paltry amount of water the next few days.

Released unexpectedly, her father began to drag Mycandra through the underhive forcefully. Coming into a crowded area, she was bumped free of her father by the press of bodies. Utilizing this moment to escape, Mycandra darted away, fleeing blindly from her father. Paying no attention to the direction she was taking, she found herself lost an hour later. Fearing that if she went home her father would be waiting, Mycandra ascended the hive as rapidly as her long legs could carry her. Having passed into the upper-middle section of her particular hive block, Mycandra found herself amazed. Graceful pillars spiraled into the air from vast Gothic churches. Well-clothed individuals bustled through the streets, several sporting displaying cybernetics. Shops filled with items and foods unheard of called to her senses. And that was when she saw them.

Striding through the thoroughfare was a host of Adepta Sororitas, armored figures glistening in the light. Each seemed a perfection of what humanity could be to Mycandra's eyes, a radiant symbol of the Emperor. Afraid that she would be rejected were she to approach them directly, Mycandra instead followed behind the group. They entered a grand temple of gold and marble, crowned with a statue of a figure, whom Mycandra presumed was Saint Kodaline. Following inside furtively, she stood there for a time, uncaring of the world around her. Her attention was fixated wholly on the massive mural across the wall, depicting the history of Saint Kodaline and other important religious figures. One of the Ministorum priests noticed her and moved to evict her from the building but was stopped by one of the Sisters. Introducing herself as Sister Arda of the Order Hospitaller, Mycandra was taken to be fed and healed of her wounds. And so began her journey with the Adepta Sororitas.

She would spend years upon years training with the Sisters before becoming a fully-fledged Sororitas in the 20th year of her life. Equipped with the tools of a Sister Hospitaller, she was deployed alongside numerous Guard regiments travelling to one of the various warzones of the Imperium. Constantly moving, Mycandra would nurse countless soldiers back to health and ease the death of countless more during her time with the Guard, revealing to her the dedication that even normal men could display in the face of the otherworldly horrors which plagued the Imperium. Desiring to do more, she transferred to the Order Militant in the 26th year of her birth and was redeployed with other Sisters. Serving in the suppression of heretical rebellions and staving off attacks by xenos, heretics, and deamons, Mycandra learned the ways of war, finding a simple purity in cleansing the Imperium.

Another point of change occurred during the battle for the planet of Villum, an Agri world in the Ultima Segmentum. Facing a sizeable Ork infestation, the Imperial Guard, Sister, and PDF forces were in the final stages of clearing the xenos when a tendril of Hive Fleet Leviathan appeared in the sky. The thud of massive artillery batteries and the cracking of hundreds of thousands of lasguns could be heard throughout the entirety of the world as the Imperial forces desperately attempted to stave off the invasion. Guard positions within a thousand miles of the drop-point were overrun within the first week and the march of the Tyranids appeared relentless. Imperial Navy vessels arrived in system in the second week and managed to beat back the hive ships in orbit, yet the ground could not be cleared without sacrificing copious amounts of military equipment. Therefore, dropships were sent with escort fighters to retrieve the remaining troops before they were too consumed. Mycandra was at one of these positions and was told to hurry to the drop point. However, a premonition told her to stay and venture into one of the nearby crypts. Inside, after searching for several minutes, she found an object that she did not immediately recognize yet felt was important. Some of the other Sisters had forced the dropships to stay and so she was barely able to escape. When the item she had recovered was examined by one of the Ecclesiarch personnel on the ship, it was determined to be a relic of the early days of the Imperium. And so began her duty as a member of the Orders Pronatus.

The next few years, she would search numerous worlds for other relics. Sometimes she was successful but more often than not the expeditions were fruitless. Having heard rumors of an important relic lost within the Koronus Expanse, Mycandra has travelled to Outpost 57 and there seeks passage into the Expanse by any means. For no duty or condition is too unsavory for one loyal to the Emperor.

Skills: Mycandra has served as one of the Order of the Eternal Gate's most effective Sisters in her time, although her skills extend far past what is required of her. Having faced frequent combat during her time in the Orders Militant, Mycandra is well-versed in the art of war, adeptly wielding her bolt pistol and hand flamer. Of equal skill with many veteran Guardsmen in terms of training both in close-combat and ranged fire-fights, the enhancing abilities of her power armor allows her to greatly surpass many mortal men in the fields of strength, accuracy, speed, and senses, making her an excellent combatant. However, Mycandra's main calling is outside of combat.

A member of the Order of the Eternal Gate, she is able to identify ancient artifacts rather easily due to her frequent encounters with objects of value to the Ecclesiarchy. This makes artifacts less mysterious to her and as such she can sometimes puzzle out the function of old technology. In addition, exposure to various types of equipment used in expeditions has left her somewhat familiar with the use of auspexes and related scanning and digging equipment, although her primary focus is retrieving the artifact. She has minor experience with repairing equipment because artifacts would sometimes require immediate, on-site attention lest the item be lost due to a breakdown. As with all Sisters, she is familiar with the teachings of the Imperial Cult and has experience leading others inside and outside of combat. She has extensive medical knowledge due to being raised with Sisters from the Order Hospitaller.

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Miscellaneous: I fight in His name. Do you?