You are Epsilon-Beta 137110 or Epsi to those you considerer friends
Long have you served as an adept of the mechanius, with your stylish red robes echoing the holy planet.
The long path of the mechanius has changed you in many ways, for the body is but a machine, one to be rebuild and improved, freely altered for the tasks at hand.
Perhaps is the fleeting nature of flesh that makes you turn away, you crave chrome and shinning steel, sleek rubber and spinning gears, for there is perfection found.
Maybe that is why you have bent the knee to The lord of excess.
Or maybe it was Gamma 6224 stealing your work, they claimed the archeo tech horde that the both of you had work long and hard to buy from the hive gangs.
Who can say what one it was, now your have taken the mark, your sworn body an soul to the ruinous powers .
The alarm is raised by a lowly Technomat, a step below a servitor for they are lacking the Omnissiah gift of steel.
Stumbling, there mind barely able to work as the electro graft commands them, they enter your quarters.
"Hostile intruders in officinas C 3A. Hostile intruders in officinas C 3A. " his simple brain repeats the programmed warning.
You snatch up the las pistol from your desk and check that its fully charged.
Maybe it the tales, that you've grow a new hand, had your flesh heal from three fingers that where smashed by a hydraulic press in a single day.
Or maybe its the way that you have risen, cast of the weakness of flesh, for ow with your new god's gift your head is shining chrome skull, with red glowing eyes.
You clench the las pistol in your new arm of steel, for Slaanesh is generous to there followers.
As the alarm screams into life followed by the echo's of a gun shot you gather the five (5 ) followers nearest to you and rush to a secret path headed towards:
A: The space port and a waiting ship to the stars.
B: The deep hive stump, this is your home world and you will fight for it.
Name: "Epsi" Epsilon-Beta 137110
Gender: ♀
God: Slaanesh
Description
More machine then woman now, Epsi is clothed in stylish red robes.
The generous hand of Slaanesh has stripped your skull to shinning steel and recast your left arm in chrome.
Weapon: Las pistol and knife
Armour:
Gear:
Rewards of chaos.
Gifts: (0)
Attributes: (2)
Regeneration , by the will of the gods your now heal far quicker then any mortal man.
Mechanoid , by the will of the gods parts of you are now a machine.
Stats
M WS BS S T W I A Ltd Int Cl Wis FP
4 4 3 3 3 1 3 2 7 7 7 8 2
Sv 5+ (Mechanoid )
Followers
[spoiler= Workshop lackeys
Number: 5
Ranged weapons: Melta guns.
Melee weapons: Power swords.
Armour: Flack
M WS BS S T W I A Ltd Int Cl Wis
4 3 3 3 3 1 3 1 7 7 7 7
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