Player: Wata Character Name: Kaesar Sex: Male Type\Class: Trueborn Incubus Equipment: Klaivex and Incubus Warsuit Appearance: Two small and careful vertical scars under his right eye from fights he deemed to be most exhilarating. Possesses a wiry yet intimidating build. In the tallest side of Eldar standards regarding body height. Background (optional): Kaesar holds little interest in the myriad power plays and political intrigues that Dark Eldar are infamous for. He cares for combat and the feeling of seeing his opponent hopeless and broken before the killing blow. The scars on his face are a record of kills, which are from his trials to reach incubus status. His predecessor Incubus and Craftworld Aspect Warrior specifically.
Player: Brother_Draconion Character Name: Gorthâür Dráuglanath, "Thû" for short. Sex: Male Type\Class: Mandrake Assassin Equipment: Twin power falchions, scoped Splinter rifle, courtly robes with hooded cloak, ivory masquerade mask, grisly trophies, sundry odds and ends. Appearance: In build, Thû is a typical Mandrake - lean and hard like a starved wolf, ropey muscles rippling with savage grace, light-drinking skin shot through with swirling patterns of frozen fire that blur vision and nauseate the viewer. That being said, he is in many ways not your grandmother's Mandrake - rather than the crabbed, feral poise commonly adopted by the barbarous cannibals, he grooms and carries himself upright like a high noble of Commorragh. Likewise, he has speech and manners to match, able to blend seamlessly with the poisoned politesse of a great Archon's court and converse knowledgeably - in an incongruously melodious voice - on almost any subject at length. In combination with obsidian eyes that glow electric blue when flush with stolen life, features oft described as 'statuesque', and a quirky half-smile that echoes the decadence of the Fall itself, more than one female Archon (and at least one male) has attempted to retain the ostensibly-civilised savage long-term for less-than-professional reasons. Background (optional): Like most others of his kind, the Mandrake known to greater Commorragh as Thû makes his living as an assassin, plying his trade freelance to the highest bidder. Again, like most Mandrakes, no one knows much about his origins, nor even his real name. All they know is that, approximately twenty years ago, a strangely urbane Shadewalker appeared out of nowhere within the circles of the city, announcing his presence with a series of high-profile decapitation strikes that ended a three-way war between bitterly feuding middle-tier Kabals. Before long, a mysterious figure began appearing throughout the courts. Cloaked and cowled in midnight blue, face obscured by an impassive ivory mask, this mystery man would be seen conferring with the powerbrokers of Commorragh. Wherever he trod, death would soon follow - none could foresee where or when the stroke would fall, but fall it would before long. In another unusual twist, reports soon arose of a Mandrake whose attacks were often presaged by sniper fire - typically on the principal target's security and other companions. Few had the savvy or privileged information to put two and two together, but those who did wasted no time in putting the right whispers in circulation, hoping to summon the masked man in midnight blue to help them with a sticky problem or two. For those who offered the right price, the masked man would indeed appear at their door within a matter of days. Inevitably, he would set their problems aright. Invariably, he would also demand this privilege on top of the agreed-upon fee - that he be given leave to freely circulate in their courts for a period of time - days, weeks, months - speaking to all comers. Watching. Listening. Learning.
Player: Vlayden Name: Venessia Class: Trueborn Incubus Sex: Female Equipment: Incubus Warsuit, Punisher Appearance: She wasn't quite different from most of her kind, with dark-brown hair and paranoid eyes that glanced this way & that. Her form was considerably wiry. and while she may be considered beautiful by any Mon'keigh standards, to Eldar she was... Well. Certainly not feminine. Little in the way of curves that could catch the eye, though what attraction one might have certainly would be in her face; even with the scars upon her chin & left cheek, she was certainly able to grab one's eye. Though they'd best hope, not literally. History: As a Trueborn she'd been spoiled to a considerable degree; something that had made her somewhat disgusted at times, moreso when she had witnessed how some would try to get her favour through gifts, yet show no loyalty. Years down the line once she'd come of age, she would have turned to the Incubus shrines, where her training had started. Numerous times she had nearly failed, though even then the Trueborn showed no respite; the Aspirant showed no quarter when she tore the armour from the Incubus in training, and showed even less against the Aspect Warrior. A Striking Scorpion. The fight itself had admittedly been accidental, her eyes set upon a Dire Avenger that she had stalked through the forests, only to get ambushed by him. The fight itself had lasted for hours, though neither called for help. And when she had finally bested him, she showed a rare thing amongst her kind, in the Craftworlders' eyes; respect. After taking his soulstone for her final trial, she had set to burying his body, marking the grave with his chainsword.
Player:Hamonculus Character Name:Yrara Sex:Male Type\Class: Hamonculus Equipment: Modified Shardrifle , Hamonculus experiment armor(Mix of operating tools, drugs and chemicals and armor), power blade Appearance: Tall Compared to most Yrara bears many self surgical scars on his body and several wrinckles among his forehead a crazed expression can be noted on the Hamonculus face and at times when enthusiast or amused a long smug grin will appear across it. More surgical tools on his armor then him he often seen with a rifle and a husk blade at his side while out on a mission always looking for odditys in living beings for him to capture and examine. Background (optional): Yrara is a oddity amoung Hamonculus due to his many Enthusiastic views and desires, To him simple direct toruture is boring more subtle means are need for him to be truly pleased. From seeing a fantaical imperials body changed into that of the Vial mutant to they hate to causing one of there way ward cousins falls Yrara Goals are alwalys odder and more long term with what he works on, Many rumored and whispers among other eldar believe Yrara has some type of plans for Real space as he has been seen on many more raids out of commograh then in bringing in specimens and oddly taking some out.
Sadly no, due to the fact during some missions it might not be possible to use vehicles and char involving jetbike would not work. Also, on some missions (raids into realspace) every player would be able to chose the means of transport\would figure it out with the rest and that would mean jetbikes for everyone during that period so having a dedicated char for that is kinda redundant. On the other hand, Helion char might work
Player: kanila Character Name: Aesra Sex: Male Type/Class: Beastmaster Equipment: Modified Skyboard (pheromone emitters built in), barbed whip, assorted vials of pheromones, flock of razorwings (4 razorwings) Appearance: Almost always wearing a mask, which currently mimics the razorwings he controls, Aesra has ritualistic tattoos across his right shoulder and bicep in tribute to the razorwing. Of average height and build to his dark kin he bares numerous scars from taming beasts and fighting in the wyche arenas. Background: Aesra spent much of his time staging hunts in the wych arenas and random realspace raids. During realspace raids pushed his ambitions to control even more deadly beasts, razorwings had a special place to him as they would drag their victims directly in front of him for his entertainment as they shedded the flesh to get to the bone they so desired. But working the arenas didn't offer him the opportunity to REALLY use his talents to the fullest. And it appears that his chance may have just presented itself in the form of an open call to all who seek glory, time would tell if this would end in glory or his own death.....
