<strong>Name:</strong>Synaerihl<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Dark Eldar, Wych Succubus<br/><strong>Age:</strong>218<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Bi, sadistic, masochistic...heck, she's Dark Eldar, people! Remember where Slaanesh came from!? ;)<br/><strong>Reason for being on the ship:</strong>It's as good as any place when she can't go home, and it's safer way out here than deeper into the Imperium for an 'orphaned' dark eldar.<br/><strong>Position on the ship:</strong>Muscle. Dark Eldar are expert raiders and pirates, after all.<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong><br/>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.<br/>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.<br/>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).<br/><br/><strong>Height:</strong>5'10”<br/><strong>Weight:</strong>131 lbs.<br/><br/>Syn in her wych armour (http://i656.photobucket.com/albums/uu284/Asherah_photos/DE1.jpg?t=1262046812)<em>(courtesy of ESG! Yay!  ;D )</em><br/>Syn in the bath (NSFW) (http://img17.imageshack.us/img17/1858/wetelforiginal.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Notable Equipment:</strong><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Agonizer: A roughly 7' polearm, the final two and a half feet a slightly curved, barbed and serrated monomolecular blade with a hook on the back of the base and 'sword breaker' spikes on the sides. A hidden blade, about eight inches long and sharpened on both sides, can be sprung from the opposite end of the shaft as well.</li><li>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.</li><li>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.</li><li>Gruesome Talismans: Fingers, ears, skulls, faces, teeth and other assorted goodies she's continued to collect since she joined the crew of the <em>Void Bound</em>.</li><li>Splinter pistol with several monomolecular blades built onto it.</li><li>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.</li><li>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.</li><li>Wych armour (yup, good old chainmail bikini and paper-mache...)</li></ul><br/><strong>Bio:</strong><br/>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.<br/>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.<br/>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.<br/>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<em>Void Bound</em>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 Captain Avorn.<br/>A year in, and Syn is finding things...not too bad. Beats death, or worse, living as a slave to a rival wych Cult.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Pics and finally remembered to put wych armour onto her equipment list. :P