Lailah was born on the Imperial world of Alixe II, a modestly wealthy world just outside the Calixus Sector that makes a brisk trade between the sector and elsewhere, making it a popular stop over, outside the intense paranoia of the sector proper. The culture of the planet however is not so far divorced from its feudal roots, and the nobles who have ruled the world since the dark days before the coming of the Imperium continue to do so, while the formation of the Calixus Sector has dropped a veritable trade empire in their laps, weath has never been their primary interest. Indeed, the low tariffs they place on trade, is a large part of why this world so quickly became such a focal point; so much so many merchants assume that the locals are merely ignorant bumpkins that dont realize how much more
they could ask for and still undercut all their competition.
The truth of the matter is that they know very well, they simply dont care. No, their focus is on something far more.... material
than mere coin; the Sword. The entire noble caste of Alixe are consummate swordsmen and women, from a early age they learn the ways of the sword, finding which style of blade suits them best and devoting their lives to mastering it. Lailah was a prodigy even by the standards of her clave, perhaps too much so, she won tournament after tournament and wallowed in the knowledge that she would never get better without stronger opponents to fight. Every night, she prayed to the God Emperor to deliver her from this stagnation of her talents.
It was not the God Emperor that answered her.
Normal intersystem trade, merchant sows and chartist captains were one thing.... but a Rogue Trader was quite another. When the flagship of the Harathi Dynasty slid into port at Alixe, it was the subject of much buzz among those who cared about such matters, the nobles however merely shook their heads and went back to their business. One merchant was much the same as another to them. It was something of a surprise when Trader Donald Harathi himself came to the planet's surface with a open challenge for the nobles of Alixe; a duel to the death with his champion to see who's swordsmanship was superior. All but salivating at the prospect, Lailah claimed the right to answer the challenge, and happily offered to duel anyone who thought they could beat her. No one did. While she was unsure how good the swordsmanship of a offworlder could be.... she hoped that this was the Emperor's way of answering her. As it turned out, the duel quickly became the greatest battle of her life; the man was a hulking brute of muscle with a massive blade.... but his skill technique was impeccable, he left no openings, his brawn was a flawless match for his sword's weight~ Over a hour they traded cut and thrust, parry and feint, Lailah smiling like a maniac, having more fun than shed had in years.... it was almost a disappointment when she found a gap in his guard, her slim blade sliding between his ribs and into his heart before she consciously realized what she was doing.
The gathered nobles cheered as the Trader's champion fell, but Lailah could feel only a gathering void, as the knowledge that she would never face such a opponent again settled on her like a shroud. Donald himself seemed surprised... but not angry, the man levered himself to his feet and came over to shake her hand to congratulate her on her victory, and leaned close, speaking words that only she could hear.
"There will be greater warriors among the stars.", then he left. And several days later, when his ship departed Alixe forever, Lailah was on it.
Lailah is a consummate follower of Slaanesh, though she began as a noble swordswoman seeking to perfect her art, the nature of Chaos is such that her noble bearing has given way to narcissism and arrogance. Which in turn has lead her to seeking levels of sensual stimuli that can only be satisfied by the infinite appetites of Slaanesh's followers; the finest, most flavourful foods, the loudest, most elegant music, the honed, most refined scents. And of course, levels of sexual depravity that are shocking both in their variety and callousness. But above it all, she seeks ever greater warriors to test her skill against.
She is curious by nature, for those who do not seek, shall never find, and even friendly by default. But few measure up to her standards, and after first brush those who do not she will treat as little more than amusements to be toyed with and then discarded. Such is often the fate of her paramours, particularly those she claims in battle.... but sometimes, just sometimes, if she feels that her 'victim' has made progress as a result of their experiences, she will leave them a small token of her esteem, in the hopes that it will inspire them to seek the levels of perfection that she herself strives for. More than one strapping young survivor of raids shes been apart of carry such talismans still, and through which, they may one day win free of the Corpse Emperor's lies.
For those who she does consider worthy however, you would be hard pressed to find a more stalwart companion. To be great is to be alone, and though Lailah would never admit it, she is
lonely. The endless streams of sycophants and inferiors does nothing but wear on her; ruling is not her interest, nor is lording her power over her inferiors, there is nothing to be gained from the adulation of the weak. Instead, she hopes to one day find a circle of companions worthy of her, and to earn the acknowledgement of those people she deemed worthy of her respect. Unlike many followers of her god, betrayal is simply not a part of her nature, abhorrent as it is to her sensibilities, she will however go to any length to avenge such a slight against her person.