About Venatalia Rey'a'NorStat Sheet:
Attributes:
Wounds: 13
Aptitudes:
Skills:
Talents and Traits Talents
Traits
Psychic Abilities
Divination
Minor Psychic Powers
Advancement:
2500 XP Psyker: PR 2 - 400 Abilities - 900 Attributes
Talents
Skills
Gear:
To be determined. Auspex, Chrono, Mesh Cloak. =================================][================================= Background:
Centuries ago, the Custos Aureum, a Lunar-Class Cruiser of the Battlefleet Calixis, initiated an emergency warp jump after an overwhelming void ambush by a Freebooter fleet. After the warp's trials and travails, the Custos Aureum reappeared in low orbit of an unknown, verdant world, and underwent involuntary landing. By the Emperor's Mercy, the crew losses were calculated to be merely 73.1%, unfortunately including the majority of the command staff. The Navigator that initiated the warp jump, one Lady Audacia Rey'a'Nor, survived the crash, alongside the Sanctum Navigatoris. As the ship interred itself at the high peaks of a forested mountain, the chain of command meant that Lady Audacia was now the leader of these lost souls, stranded in unknown territory after the destruction of the Astropath Chorus. Proving herself to be an exceptional leader, the crashed ship quickly turned into a settlement where macrocannon-loader clans turned to farming barons, troops of guardsmen turning into warlords and generals, techpriests and technomats forging guilds and missionaries keeping the faith in the God-Emperor alive - with the ominous promise that the planet was just a temporary stop. Alpha-Epsilon-199 was the world, marked as Quarantine due to the presence of Exodites on the planet - kept at a hand away by diplomacy, kept promises of tending to the land, and a shared vision of a common foe to one day arrive. And arrive it did. A century after the death of Lady Audacia, survived by many children due to political marriages between the now bastardised nobility, the enemy arrived. A Rork landed on the planet, and the locals forged an uneasy alliance to fend off the greenskin scourge, losing ground even with the aid of the united Exodite clans and the barking of the restored macrocannons and lance batteries of the Custos Aureum. Venatalia was born in the beginning of the Greenskin war, a human-borne child of a Technomat-guilder and an offspring of the Rey'a'Nor. She grew up learning the traditions of the Imperium and the rites of the Rey'a'Nor, the ways of handling a lasrifle and negotiate food, labour and fortifications for the war effort between the divided populace, and plagued by visions both dark and prophetic. Only by the arrival of the Arcadius Rogue Trader Dynasty, assisted by a few Elder Corsairs, was Alpha-Epsilon-199 saved. As part of the deal, the residents of Aurum Audacien were loaded on the Rogue Trader's ship, with a bountiful haul under the Eldar's watchful eyes. With a well-populated offspring of a Magisterial House, the Navigators with the gift of the Third Eye were accepted as long-lost cousins, and the ones simply claiming blood, and not warp, could enjoy their place in Imperial society. The ones touched by the warp in ways not easily classified, however, were left at an impasse with the Black Fleet's tithe difficult to plan around and with noble blood being uncomfortable to spill. And thus, came Inquisitor Bouchon's unexpected offer of service to the Throne. A person with valour proven and connections wide is a fine addition to most retinues, and a malady of the flesh can be excused inside the Inquisition and act as a reminder of the forgiveness of the Emperor - or His servants' swift wrath should straying from the path of His light occur. The gift of sight beyond sight, trained by those who have no peer in the Imperium, has been a great aid to the Inquisitor's retinue more than once.
Appearance:
Venatalia is clearly a woman of good stock - tall and thin, as most descendants of those who spend time in the void, but her callouses and tan indicate a lot of time planetside. Dark haired and usually dressed in well-made, but clearly handmade primitive cloak, covering a finely woven suit of Imperial Meshweave, and wearing boots of xenohide and beads. A circlet of finely crafted silver and gold covering her forehead, marked with sigils both High Gothic and unknown, that seems well-artificed by talented crafters. Never removing it while in public, the circlet conceals an undeveloped eyelid, permanently fused closed - a clear mark of mutation. Personality:
While uneasy with the masses of humanity, Venitalia conceals this with speech easy flowing and well-pronounced. While whispers and sights beyond sight occasionally bother her at inopportune times and often in her dreams, she attempts to focus on the here and now - a task once much easier. She rarely endeavours to use her wytch abilities, though the eldritch gestures and quirks of the Nobilite often shine through. Her rituals - a prognostication bastardised from House Rey'a'Nor's Navigatorial Rites, often fill the building with dread and unease. =================================][================================= |
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