Spartan023 said
Disney Channel reference, isee.
Quoi?
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Quoi?
Sooo...how 'bout them Mets?
Oh, you mon-keigh are adorable. I am going to give you all cute Eldar nicknames and make you each little hats made from the skin of other mon-keigh.
Oh, you are no fun at all.
Do not worry, Mister Raus, if you find your current arrangement with the Inquisitor unsatisfactory, I could always find use for you in my kennel-labs.
I always have use for more meat and nerves.
I always have use for more meat and nerves.
Any room for an exiled dark eldar Beastmaster cum Haemonculus?
Name: Sylrys Vix
Appearance: Vix's appearance is one of successive horrors. At first blush, he is the cruelly lean, bladed and predatory creature that any unfortunate who has experienced a Dark Eldar raid or two would come to loath and revile, albeit draped in the arcane tribal finery of his calling. But those with the misfortune of getting to examine him in detail eventually come to the terrible realization that he is more attached to his gruesome haberdashery than reason would suggest, the clawed boots are in fact his own taloned limbs, the bony spines protruding from his frame are in fact his own tortured skeleton, the flesh and feather cloak about his shoulders are his own folded wings, like some macabre pantomime of Sanguinius and his own mutant Razorwings.
Amongst the prey-beasts amongst which he hunts, Vix conceals his Eldar mien by draping himself in voluminous robes in imitation of an Inquisitorial functionary. More commonly, however, he avoids contact with the lesser prey beasts. lest their stink ruin his hunt, concealing himself instead with shadow and science.
Skills: Vix has a number of skills that attenuate the distaste of his Inquisitorial employer. Foremost are his abilities as a huntsman. Few quarries can escape his perspicacity and fewer still can avoid the senses of his myriad menagerie. Once he quarry has been cornered, Vix is one of the most viciously capable warriors in his 'master's' retinue, and driving his baroque beasts into battle, he can present an application of unbridled brutality as to profane the notion of combat as a contested act. Perhaps his most discomfiting skill, however, is his mastery of the mind and flesh. Vix's knowledge of anatomical and psychical tolerances and the dark science of his people elevate his patron's ability to efficaciously interrogate subjects beyond that of even his fellow inquisitors.
Background: Vix does not speak of his past, when he deigns to speak at all. It is assumed by his presence in the retinue and his marked loathing of his own kind that he is an exile of Commorragh, fleeing some offense even that terrible pit would not suffer. His meeting with the Inquisitor, Altellus is less nebulous. The two clashed on the Deathworld of Enki V, both there hunting the same renegade Imperial Guard commander, one for duty the other for sport. The two ended up combating each other, almost by mistake and revealing themselves to their quarry, who very briefly hunted them. Unfortunately, her fury was as lacking a her loyalty and her men were consumed by beast and bolter fire. When the bloody hunt was done, the Inquisitor had the Eldar unexpected at his mercy, and then, even more unexpectedly displayed that mercy, offering the exile a place in his coterie of cohorts. With few other options and the promise of more worthy prey, Vix accepted. Since that day, Vix has served the Inquisitor's aims with remarkable zeal, contented to hunt the Inquisition's enemies so long as they allow him to test his mettle and practice his depraved form of animal husbandry, and has done so for nearly a century.
That said, there is the tacit understanding that no matter own long their relationship may last, it is a temporary collusion, and that one bloody day, when the portents present themselves, they will finish the gladiatorial match they started so many years ago, and see who is found wanting.
Name: Sylrys Vix
Appearance: Vix's appearance is one of successive horrors. At first blush, he is the cruelly lean, bladed and predatory creature that any unfortunate who has experienced a Dark Eldar raid or two would come to loath and revile, albeit draped in the arcane tribal finery of his calling. But those with the misfortune of getting to examine him in detail eventually come to the terrible realization that he is more attached to his gruesome haberdashery than reason would suggest, the clawed boots are in fact his own taloned limbs, the bony spines protruding from his frame are in fact his own tortured skeleton, the flesh and feather cloak about his shoulders are his own folded wings, like some macabre pantomime of Sanguinius and his own mutant Razorwings.
Amongst the prey-beasts amongst which he hunts, Vix conceals his Eldar mien by draping himself in voluminous robes in imitation of an Inquisitorial functionary. More commonly, however, he avoids contact with the lesser prey beasts. lest their stink ruin his hunt, concealing himself instead with shadow and science.
Skills: Vix has a number of skills that attenuate the distaste of his Inquisitorial employer. Foremost are his abilities as a huntsman. Few quarries can escape his perspicacity and fewer still can avoid the senses of his myriad menagerie. Once he quarry has been cornered, Vix is one of the most viciously capable warriors in his 'master's' retinue, and driving his baroque beasts into battle, he can present an application of unbridled brutality as to profane the notion of combat as a contested act. Perhaps his most discomfiting skill, however, is his mastery of the mind and flesh. Vix's knowledge of anatomical and psychical tolerances and the dark science of his people elevate his patron's ability to efficaciously interrogate subjects beyond that of even his fellow inquisitors.
Background: Vix does not speak of his past, when he deigns to speak at all. It is assumed by his presence in the retinue and his marked loathing of his own kind that he is an exile of Commorragh, fleeing some offense even that terrible pit would not suffer. His meeting with the Inquisitor, Altellus is less nebulous. The two clashed on the Deathworld of Enki V, both there hunting the same renegade Imperial Guard commander, one for duty the other for sport. The two ended up combating each other, almost by mistake and revealing themselves to their quarry, who very briefly hunted them. Unfortunately, her fury was as lacking a her loyalty and her men were consumed by beast and bolter fire. When the bloody hunt was done, the Inquisitor had the Eldar unexpected at his mercy, and then, even more unexpectedly displayed that mercy, offering the exile a place in his coterie of cohorts. With few other options and the promise of more worthy prey, Vix accepted. Since that day, Vix has served the Inquisitor's aims with remarkable zeal, contented to hunt the Inquisition's enemies so long as they allow him to test his mettle and practice his depraved form of animal husbandry, and has done so for nearly a century.
That said, there is the tacit understanding that no matter own long their relationship may last, it is a temporary collusion, and that one bloody day, when the portents present themselves, they will finish the gladiatorial match they started so many years ago, and see who is found wanting.
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