*gives Darkling a bitchy look...then a big grin...and a goose!*
I would be interested as well, Primarch. Bear with me for just a sec, 'cause I'm going to first ask you let me play the character I initially made for the game Darkling was trying to run (I really like the character), a Dark Eldar Wych (nominally about a succubus+ in skill level, Wych Dracite maybe?). I fully expect you to say no, in which case I'll do something else, but figured I may as well ask first, right?
I'm sure there'd be some modifications to the bio required, which I'd be eager to discuss. Just let me know, Primarch.
Dark Eldar, Wych Succubus Age:
Bi, sadistic, masochistic...heck, she's Dark Eldar, people! Remember where Slaanesh came from!? Appearance:
Syn is what most would imagine in a dark eldar wych: tall, beautiful, elegant and predatory. Every movement is a study in grace, and when she fights it's pure, sadistic, poetry.
She wears her dark hair long, currently favouring most of it pulled back into two braids, dyed a vibrant, yet dark, purple and woven through with spiked silver wire, that still reaches to her taut behind. She keeps the bangs, and a pair of curved dagger-like cuts framing her exotically beautiful face dyed in blood red. This cut does a nice job to accentuate her lovely pointed ears and their many interesting piercings.
Syn favours minimal clothing, no matter what she's doing, especially fighting. Unless she's got to go into a hostile environment, almost anything she wears would fall somewhere between lingerie and bondage/fetish-chic (by 21st Century human standards anyways). Obviously, this leaves her athletic figure and pale, almost corpse-like, smooth skin almost entirely on display. She has no inhibitions, and in fact delights in taunting the human crew members with glimpses of her naked breasts or hairless pubis (she promised she wouldn't actually hurt anyone, so she takes what she can get). Height:
131 lbs.Notable Equipment:
Agonizer: Syn's agonizer is an eight foot chain topped by a serrated short sword and hook on one end, and barbed, weighted ball on the other. She especially enjoys wrapping the chain around her victims and savouring the constant and intense pain they feel with prolonged contact. (For an idea of what I'm describing check out the kyoketsu-shogi, only as described above)
Combat Drugs: Syn still has a decent supply of her drugs, and fortunately, she has the skills to make more. Synthesizing the ingredients is the main hurdle.
Hellmask: Formed from the front carapace, the 'face', of a genestealer Synaerihl herself killed in a Commoragh arena, this was crafted for her as her prize for winning that tournament.
Gruesome Talismans: Fingers, ears, skulls, faces, teeth and other assorted goodies she's continued to collect since she joined the crew of the Void Bound
Splinter pistol with several monomolecular blades built onto it.
Close combat weapons: a small assortment of mono-blades of various sizes, the odd wych weapon or two, just what she could grab and carry when she fled the destruction of her Cult.
Poison blades: Sort of...she has the blades, and along with knowing how to make combat drugs, Syn knows a few pretty nice poison recipes.
Reaver jetbike (if that's okay...wasn't even planned till I got to that part in her bio!)Bio:
Synaerihl is the last survivor, at least as far as she knows, of the Wych Cult of Execration. Betrayed in what could most likely be considered a political move during a series of raids, the Kabal of the Poisoned Heart was somehow manoeuvred by a rival Wych Cult into ambushing the Cult of Execration upon the latter's return to Commoragh after a particularly harsh raid (they hadn't expected to find Ultramarines already engaged with the orks...). Such attacks are not uncommon amongst the Dark Eldar, as stealing slaves is perfectly acceptable behaviour if one can get away with it, but in their weakened state, the Cult of Execration was wiped out.
Perhaps some others escaped, Syn doesn't know, she fled when it became obvious that her Cult was going to lose the battle, cutting a swath through the warriors of the Kabal to find freedom. Returning quickly to her Cult's compound, she gathered what she could, bitterly casting aside trophies of her arena victories, the markers of her rise through the Cult to be recognized as a truly elite warrior and a Succubus.
Synaerihl narrowly avoided being caught again as the warriors of the Kabal of the Poisoned Heart arrived to finish things off, taking a reaver jetbike and making her way through the dark streets of the nightmare city, into the webway.
Eventually she decided she had to leave the webway, to try to find some other way to make it on her own. Reasonably certain of where she was, due in good part to the computers on her reaver, Syn did and found herself on the same remote world where the Void Bound
was resupplying. Almost a pirate planet, the local populace either left Syn alone or ran the other way, and she was able to begin offering her services as a mercenary, her inquiries eventually leading her to...