Midnight Champions 9
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Midnight Champions 9
Time: 3:39 AM Holy Terran Standard
Location: Starship Emperor's Fist.
Purpose: Information
Patron: Inquisitor Maximan. Ordo Hereticus
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Quote of the day: Lives are the Emperor's currency. Spend them wisely.
Eight different operatives died to bring me this information.
Name: Beatrice Weran. The Prophet. The Eye of Stars.
Type: Psyker slash Lich. Order of the Celestial Wizards.
Location: Midnight Civilized World Parun.
Physical description: Beatrice is a small woman at only five foot four inches in height. She has honey blond hair on her head that has small bangs over her forehead and in locks framing her face. She has large green eyes. A small cute button nose. A small mouth with full pale pink lips. Her body build is like that of a dancer. Slender yet muscled at the same time. She had been described as almost doll like in a way. Pretty without a doubt, but seemingly fragile and almost artificial at the same time.
Personality: Beatrice is a bit of a sharp contrast in terms of behavior and mannerisms. When at work or fighting she is razor focused. Everything she does honed to a fine edge and highly calculated along with her mannerisms being rather formal. When she is relaxing however she frequently appears to be lost on her own thoughts. Her behavior becomes distant and carefree to a degree that would see her labeled as an airhead. This sort of behavior has been known to come up in Celestial wizards, but never quite like this. Beatrice appears to fall back on her magic on an almost instinctive level in a way. She herself has admitted to frequently using her precognition as a way to relax and take her mind of things. Simply drifting through the possibilities of the future without direction. Though she will record anything of interest she sees. otherwise simply letting herself drift in the currents of fate.
Do not let her appearance or her mannerisms fool you. This witch is incredibly dangerous to the Imperium. Her divination abilities are extreme and extend months if not years into the future. I have seen her destroy entire regiments with gales of razor blades. All with a detached uncaring look on her face. Many battles and worlds have been lost due to her efforts.
Boons: The witch like many of her ilk had received boons from her master. Her vile acts and contributions in war having earned its favor. She has been gifted their blasphemous form of immortality. Entering a state of Undeath despite technically being still alive. Her soul tethered to prevent her from dying.
Her other boons are more lopsided towards that of sorcery. Though there is some physical boon mixed in. Enough to endure las blasts comfortably. Though that is the extent of it. The rest however is based in her sorcery. Namely amplifying it to extreme heights.
Notes: Like all her ilk her sorcery is unusually stable. Our research indicates this to be twofold in nature. The first being craft is specifically designed to provide stability at the cost of variety. The second being the mark of her dark master warding away daemons.
@Alucard Vampiry
Time: 3:39 AM Holy Terran Standard
Location: Starship Emperor's Fist.
Purpose: Information
Patron: Inquisitor Maximan. Ordo Hereticus
Begin Transmission
Quote of the day: Lives are the Emperor's currency. Spend them wisely.
Eight different operatives died to bring me this information.
Name: Beatrice Weran. The Prophet. The Eye of Stars.
Type: Psyker slash Lich. Order of the Celestial Wizards.
Location: Midnight Civilized World Parun.
Physical description: Beatrice is a small woman at only five foot four inches in height. She has honey blond hair on her head that has small bangs over her forehead and in locks framing her face. She has large green eyes. A small cute button nose. A small mouth with full pale pink lips. Her body build is like that of a dancer. Slender yet muscled at the same time. She had been described as almost doll like in a way. Pretty without a doubt, but seemingly fragile and almost artificial at the same time.
Personality: Beatrice is a bit of a sharp contrast in terms of behavior and mannerisms. When at work or fighting she is razor focused. Everything she does honed to a fine edge and highly calculated along with her mannerisms being rather formal. When she is relaxing however she frequently appears to be lost on her own thoughts. Her behavior becomes distant and carefree to a degree that would see her labeled as an airhead. This sort of behavior has been known to come up in Celestial wizards, but never quite like this. Beatrice appears to fall back on her magic on an almost instinctive level in a way. She herself has admitted to frequently using her precognition as a way to relax and take her mind of things. Simply drifting through the possibilities of the future without direction. Though she will record anything of interest she sees. otherwise simply letting herself drift in the currents of fate.
Do not let her appearance or her mannerisms fool you. This witch is incredibly dangerous to the Imperium. Her divination abilities are extreme and extend months if not years into the future. I have seen her destroy entire regiments with gales of razor blades. All with a detached uncaring look on her face. Many battles and worlds have been lost due to her efforts.
Boons: The witch like many of her ilk had received boons from her master. Her vile acts and contributions in war having earned its favor. She has been gifted their blasphemous form of immortality. Entering a state of Undeath despite technically being still alive. Her soul tethered to prevent her from dying.
Her other boons are more lopsided towards that of sorcery. Though there is some physical boon mixed in. Enough to endure las blasts comfortably. Though that is the extent of it. The rest however is based in her sorcery. Namely amplifying it to extreme heights.
Notes: Like all her ilk her sorcery is unusually stable. Our research indicates this to be twofold in nature. The first being craft is specifically designed to provide stability at the cost of variety. The second being the mark of her dark master warding away daemons.
@Alucard Vampiry