Uriel Ch0X0r1's page

+3 Willpower (Superior Origins trait), +5 Intelligence (Simple Advance), +3 Strength (divination)

Total 400
Advancements Taken
- Simple intelligence advance (100 XP)
- Logic skill (100 XP)
- Light Sleeper talent (100 XP)
- Technical Knock talent (100 XP)

Uriel’s looks have already faded; though she can’t quite come to terms with the fact. What looks that remain have been contorted beyond any standard of conventional beauty by extensive mechanical augmentation. Her appearance might stir the occasional techno-fetishist, but it repulses any normal man.

She is tall, easily topping six feet. Long hair, bleached an ivory blonde, tumbles to her rump. Her natural eye colour is brown, although she uses a variety of different contacts to change this, and is fond of mixing two different shades at once. Some of her contacts are even treated with a slightly phosphorescent dye, so they glow faintly at night. Her skin is a deep, tawny brown after many hours under the bright sun of Siren’s Den.

Uriel wears the Mechanicus robes typical of her order. However, her vestments take the form of a great, flaring, steel hooped skirt with a rigid bronze bodice. The fabric is gauzy, ventilating Uriel’s body and allowing relatively good freedom of movement despite its cumbrous construction. In places, small openings have been cut in the robes to allow tantalizing glimpses of the steel and flesh beneath. She has a separate outfit of similar design which incorporates a protective flak vest. She carries several scrimshaw medallions in honour of the Machine God in leather cords around her neck. Each is made from a fragment of vulvaphrin bone carved to resemble a mechanical part.

Her bionics are somewhat less angular and intimidating than those of many Tech-Priest’s, but they are nonetheless extensive. The subtlest are a couple of ports to access her cranial circuitry, disguised as large beauty spots on each cheek. The most revolting is her electro graft, a snake-like tube of ribbed brass running up between her thighs and stapled to her belly with silver pins thrust directly through her flesh when not in use. The entire bottom half of her face has been removed, replaced with a golden pouting mouth that doubles as a respirator. Delicate tubing loops down from under her jaw to enter the base of her throat. She bears a small cyber-mantle powered by an efficient crystal stack potential coil. This apparatus is grafted onto the small of her back; she keeps it concealed beneath her flaring skirts. Circular metal electoo inductors are found on her palms, with further ports along her back. She is overzealous in oiling the mechanical parts of her anatomy, and they often drip with excess lubricant.

Uriel is right handed.

Uriel still secretly mourns the loss of the Katedra Arghilus, and covets any sensual experience that can help her recall her erotic connection to the machine. However, in normal circumstances amongst normal people, she is awkward and alien, thus rarely getting to experience any visceral, physical connection with another human. She is nonetheless fascinated by the lusts and iniquities of other people, and enjoys watching such people indulging themselves in their vices.

Like any good Tech Priest, she is fascinated by any piece of machinery; when presented by a particular alluring mechanism she can’t help but try and connect with it with every sense she has (including through her electro-graft if possible).

She serves the Inquisition to the best of her abilities, and despite her grief, holds no grudge against them for the destruction of the Katedra Arghilus. She senses that if she wants to find a new purpose and direction in her life, the Inquisition offers the only way.

Uriel was born into the small Mechanicus temple on the sun-kissed paradise world of Sirens’ Den. At the onset of puberty, she was selected to care for the machine spirits residing within an ancient contraption known as the Katedra Arghilus with the Morphium Towers of the resort city of Zenarkand. Mysterious in the extreme, the Katedra Arghilus was said to predate the current era of Imperium’s settlement on Sirens’ Den. Magos Samwenner of Gallinore Majoris fiercely maintained it to be an STC of Man’s golden age, violently attempting to quash persistent rumours the Katedra Arghilus was in fact of xenos origin.

Housed within the tallest of the Towers Morphium, the Katedra Arghilus extended through all the grand chambers of this mighty edifice, its chrome, octopoid cables encasing the building like a nervous system. Through the release of hallucinogenic gases that have yet to be officially identified by any of the Tech Priests’ who studied them, visitors to the Katedra Arghilus were able to experience intensely vivid fantasies at a whim. Despite the great expense required to run and maintain the machine, a steady stream of decadent nobles and nabobs came to indulge in their outrageous desires.

Uriel exulted in her service to the Katedra Arghilus. Of its tiny cadre of engineers, only she had regular success understanding and mastering the wilful vagaries of its operation. When the rainbow hued oils in their vast subterranean cysts boiled unexpectedly, only Uriel had the skill to introduce just enough corralifeum slurry to cool the waters without leaving them inert. When the revolutions of the beating centrifuge at the heart of the Katedra Arghilus stuttered and began to fail, Uriel was the one to enter the manifold hall and realign the correct couplings, avoiding the whirling machinery and the dismembered remains of those who had tried to do so before. When Spire Lord Potemlis of Hredin’s Seventh Pinnacle refused to leave the chimeric reverie in which he had immersed himself, it was Uriel who triggered the Katedra Arghilus to diffuse its psychotropic ether just slowly enough to eject Potemlis from his illusions without catapulting him into madness and depression.

Thanks to her respirator, Uriel could not directly partake in the Katedra Arghilus’ mesmeric vapors, but as her connection to the machine spirits of the device strengthened, she found she was able to vicariously experience the ecstasies of its devotees. She also learnt to manipulate the hallucinogens the Katedra Arghilus dispensed, often using them to foment erotic orgies into which she entered with wanton abandon.

Of course, the Katedra Arghilus inevitably, with all its profligate uses, invited darker corruption to take root. The plutocrats of the Hive World of Grove’s Fall began using it to recreate obscene bacchanals in the name of a thing of Chaos known as Slaanesh. Believing their vast wealth and influence would be enough to ensure no prying eyes would ever witness the debauchery in which they indulged, the plutocrats had not reckoned on Uriel’s innate connection to the machine spirits of the Katedra Arghilus. Appalled even by the oblique suggestions she could only sense secondhand through the circuitry of the machine, Uriel contacted the Inquisition.

Her call was answered by Inquisitor Vownus Kaede and his team of acolytes. Uriel impressed the Inquisitor when she was able to make the Katedra Arghilus generate a paralytic gas that incapacitated the Slaaneshi cultists, making their elimination an easy affair for Kaede’s band. However, suspecting its xenos origin, Kaede had no choice but to order the destruction of the Katedra Arghilus.

Uriel was distraught, and made no resistance when Kaede’s men came to take her away. She presumed they had come to execute her for her close association with the tainted artefact. Instead, Kaede offered her a future in the Inquisition. She still waits half-expectantly for Katedra Arghilus' polluting influence to be wiped away by a stub round in the back of the head, but for now she is willing to serve.