This is not customized for this campaign just yet. The stats don't match up to what they should be etc etc. It's the old sheet.
Belliala Di'es Iras , Battle Maiden of Slaanesh
Archtype: Fallen Sororitas
Race: Human
Alignment: Slaanesh
Pride: Wealth
Disgrace: Hubris
Motivation: Vengeance
Experience Unspent: 0
Slaanesh Advances: 2
Khorne Advances: 0
Nurgle Advances: 0
Tzeentch Advances: 0
Weapon Skill: 40 (25+3+12)
Ballistic Skill: 40 (25+3+12)
Strength: 30 (40) (25+5)
Toughness: 35 (25+10)
Agility: 40 (25+15)
Intelligence: 30 (25+5)
Perception: 25 (25+-5+5)
Willpower: 30 (25+-3+7)
Fellowship: 50 (+7) (25+20)
Infamy: 52 (25+9+2+11+5)
Corruption, Mutations and Abilities10:
Rewards of the Dark Gods Test PASS
Reward Roll:
Daemon Weapon20:
Rewards of the Dark Gods Test FAIL, Roll Gifts instead
Gifts Roll:
-4 modified by Infamy (Pseudo-Daemonhood) (Daemonette)Head Armor: 7
Body Armor: 7
Left Arm Armor: 7
Left Leg Armor: 7
Right Arm Armor: 7
Right Leg Armor: 7
Wounds: 20
Movement: 4
Infamy Points: 3
Corruption Points: 20
Skills:Athletics (Str) +0
Acrobatics (Ag) +0
Awareness +0
Carouse (T) +0
Charm (Fel) +10
Command (Fel) +0
Common Lore (Int)
- Ecclesiarchy +0
- Imperial Creed +0
- Imperium +0
- War +0
Deceive (Fel) +0
Disguise (Fel) +0
Dodge (Ag) +10
Operate (Ag)
[ooc=Forbidden Lore (Int)]
Interrogation (WP) +0
Intimidate (S) +0
Literacy (Int)
Parry (WS) +10
Speak Language (Int)
Stealth (Agi) +0
Swim (S) +0
Tech-Use (Int) +0
Trade (Int)
Talents & Traits:The Quick and the Dead
Cursed Heirloom
Enemy (Adepta Sororitas)
Hatred (Adeptus Astartes)
Hatred (Adeptus Sororitas)
Jaded
Quick Draw
Mighty Shot
Lightning Reflexes
Swift Attack
Unshakeable Will
Weapon Training Pistol (Bolt, Flame)
Weapon Training Basic (Bolt, Flame)
Weapon Training Melee (Power, Primitive)
Weapon Training Exotic (Sonic Weapons)
Dark Blessing [Unnatural Fellowship (+2)]
Radiant Presence
Fear 4 (Terrifying)
Warp Instability
Unnatural Agility (+2)
Daemonic (4)
Dark Sight
From Beyond
Soporific Musk
Daemonic Presence
Melee Weapons
Name: Power Sword (38% Success)
Class: Melee
Damage: 1d10+5
Type: Energy
Penetration: 5
Special Rules: Power Field, Balanced
Ranged Weapons
Name: Bolter (48% Success)
Class: Basic
Damage: 1d10+5
Type: Explosive
Penetration: 4
Range: 100m
Rate of Fire: S/3/-
Clip: 24
Reload Action: Full
Special Rules: Tearing
EquipmentEquipment Name (Source) - WeightSlaanesh-Corrupted Adeptus Sororitas Power Armor (Light Power Armor)
Working Sub Systems *
Sustainable Power Source
*Vox Link
*Auto-Senses *Power Armor Customization: Devotional Iconography (Slaanesh)
Bolter
Power Sword
Ghibelline Hyperwave Clarion Cannon
Good-Craftsmanship Conversion Field
Slaanesh Symbol Pendant
Best Craftsmanship Daemon-Blessed Combat Bike
Good-Craftsmanship Mind-Impulse Unit
BackgroundA young woman raised in the Schola Progenium, Belliala grew up believing everything the Ecclesiarchy and the Inquisition shoved down her throats. She believed every story, every lie and every image fed to her from the moment the church took her in when her parents perished in a ork invasion when she was just a child. Having been whisked away to a monastery to become a Adeptus Sororitas, Belliala grew up with hate and fury as her daily bread, a meal she devoured along with the worship of her one true God Emperor.
It wasn't until her coven, on a distant planet and removed from the majority of the Imperium's activities, were visited by a group of Grey Knights. The coven welcomed the angels with open arms and celebrations were nearly beginning when, without warning or provocation, the Grey Knights mercilessly began to slaughter her sisters. So shocked were they that is was over in mere seconds, no sister able to even raise a bolter against the Astartes. Belliala had been sent off by her Cannoness on an errand to make ready for the Knight's arrival, and it was in a moment of weakness she had paused for but a few moments to indulge herself at a small grove that saw her arrival just as the Grey Knights began desecrating her sister's bodies and smearing their blood across their armor.
She could not comprehend what she was to bare witness to. Over hours she watched them ordain themselves in her sister's blood as she watched from behind the vault door of the coven. Protected from the auspex scans of the knights, she could only stare in awe at the deeds before her. Everything in her body knew what she saw was heresy of the highest order, the death of her friends and superiors was unthinkable, but it was all done by her God Emperor's Angels, his most holy and uncorruptable angels. Her mind could not bare the strain.
That evening as the knights began to venture from the coven towards some distant goal, Belliala watched a lone knight remain behind, for what purpose she did not know, but her mind demanded revenge, but not revenge of blood, but revenge of pain and torment. With her training and a mirade of weapons available to her, it was a simple task of ambushing the knight and in one clean motion disabling his armor's power generator. Without the ability to call for aid or to oppose her, the marine was helpless as the falling sister strung up the blood-adorned knight and began to sing.
She had long enjoyed singing out the glorious praises of her God Emperor, her voice joining a grande chorus with her sisters. But that night, for the first time in many years, she sang out with only her voice. A new song of worship slipped to her lips as she proceeded to engage in hours of rigorous torture of her 'plaything'. She called out in denouncement of the God Emperor, denouncing his angels and denouncing the Imperium itself for all time. It would be days before the knight's fellows would return, and when they did, all that was left behind was the hardened blood of their battle brother.
The very warp had come for her, had whisked her, her fallen sisters, and her 'plaything' deep into the Eye of Terror. A song at her lips for Slaanesh, Belliala gifted her tortured Grey Knight to a great Daemon Prince of Slaanesh, a gift the creature could enjoy for all time, if only she could be allowed to stay and bring a song of damnation to all the Imperium. And sing the Daemon Prince did have her do. So glorious was her song, so enthralling her performances against the Imperium, that she drew a great deal of attention within the Warp. As one of few Sororitas who have fallen, Belliala was visited on numerous occasions by powerful entities in the warp... some to bestow favor, and others to seek a piece of her flesh. She accumulated treasures and trinkets, as well as countless offers of companionship...
One such Daemon to "offer" himself, proclaimed his name to be "Doomrider", a prince of Slaanesh and all vices within. Their meeting was over in moments, one part rape, one part courtship, one part date and one part 'messy breakup' all in the span of moments. An excess fueled few moments the like that Belliala had never experienced before, and likely never would again. When it was all said and done, and she lay passed out across a discarded daemonic combat bike the prince had left in the chaos, Belliala found herself changed forever. Her skin had become unnatural, her body and soul infused with the very essence of her Dark God... she had far more in common with the Daemonettes she summoned and bargained with than humanity anymore. Her mission was unchanged, however... her former Sisters still remained ignorant of the truth. A truth she intended to scream at them with all the intensity Slaanesh had to offer.
Starting Experience Spent
500 - +5 Infamy
100 - Fellowship +5
200 - Exotic Weapon (Sonic)
200 - Radiant Presence