A'Lita Kurdalægon

## Background

How much war does one have to see, for one to get bored with the whole endeavor? A'Lita, or as she was known at the time Alpha-Lambda-370, reached that point after a mere four decades on some planet whose designation her cerebral implants remembered long after she had forgotten. Days, weeks, months, years of performing the same rites and making the same type of repairs to the same instruments of war; she was supposed to view it as glorious work furthering the Imperium of Man, of devotion to the Omnissiah but a childhood of indoctrination was undone by the sheer monotony of her work. She could remember a small child inside of her who gazed with wonder at the grand workings of the explorator fleet on which she was born, the rush that permeated the fleet when one of the mythical Magos made even the slightest breakthrough in their arcane, and archaic studies. How she dreamed of being part of that wonder, to play even the smallest part in the grand cogs of those great machines, and yet here was reality, another order to patch up thousands of flak armor so they could be handed to the next wave of arrivals to die on this sad planet. The war had continued for decades all because of a designation in a file somewhere, this planet with no mighty hive cities and no tactical resources had a Minoris threat as such millions had laid their lives down to defend this place. As the sun rose once again over the dusty plains that A'Lita had called home for decades she finally saw the face of the enemy, massive titans of flesh and bone, flesh given warlike form, bio-engineering of the highest form, and she once again recalled that small child who stared in wonder at the great works of man. What being could take living matter and turn it and twist it, till it tore through tank plating like paper, create bio-cannons capable of launching material further than the great artillery cannons of man. What creed of the Omnissiah accounted for this, the strength of flesh that tore through waves of mechanized infantry, the certainty of flesh's triumph over the machines of war, and the truth that today these behemoths of flesh would triumph over the Impirium of Man. The orders came down to stand fight and die to take as many of these creatures with them, A'Lita steeled herself for death, for the great nothing that was to come, first she helped man the garrison cannons till some creature breached the walls and slaughtered everyone, through some miracle A'Lita was pushed through a door before it closed becoming the only survivor. She retreated to the next point of call, taking up a place in a firing line, readying herself to shoot down upon the creatures charging though the thin garrison corridors, however the walls that were meant to protect them were rended asunder by a monstrous specimen that found the people put up far less resistance than the wall it had just torn through. Death once again closed around A'Lita and yet a plasma shot from down the hallway brought her enough time to run, she rushed towards the shot, and the faint promise of safety. The head enginseer was marshaling a partial retreat towards the radar array, endeavoring to hold it long enough for a message belaying the true nature of the threat to be relayed to those hopefully still in orbit, and as his mechanic voice echoed down the hallways A'Lita watched as his head was violently torn from his body by some sort of massive spine. Picking up the fallen gun A'Lita disobeyed orders for the first time in her life, she did not retreat to the array but instead took a right and headed to the small landing pad used to service the small fleet of valkyries attached to the base, in the vain hopes a ship or something survived the onslaught. A single lander remained, burn scarred with bullet holes littering the hull, but it was a ship and A'Lita clambered aboard, closing the hatch behind her and locking it shut. Linking herself with the MIU she coddled the machine spirit as it struggeled and sputtered barely kicking to life as the engines ignited, she was not a pilot, she knew no words of encouragement or sweet nothings to help her ship into the heavens. Her only hope lay with this hunk of scrap metal, A'Lita could not take it in her arms and hug it and reassure it, instead she sent all her will urging it upwards to the atmosphere. For a brief glorious minute the ship listened and soared, but reality is often cruel and so was the aim of a fleshy behemoth down below. The spine pierced through the hull of the ship, breaching the cockpit, damaging the vital systems that would keep the ship afloat. The engine gave out and the ship plunged back towards the ground, burning up as it did, the heat burned away the few remaining sections of hull and A'Lita watched in slow motion as the earth rose to meet her and her ship.

* survive for months on planet
* Eventually explorator fleet returns and threat is put down
* A'Lita rejoins her fleet forever changed (getting that whole center of the universe nihilism shit)
* Fleet is working on some eldar tech it fascinates her she isn't allowed near
* unrelated group go crazy and do some chaos shit during a warp jump
* ship goes bye bye, A'Lita once again survives
* Slowly goes mad on the chaos infected ship
* Regains a semblance of sanity in a this new mad situation
* Realizes she has all these resources to use and play around with (excessive wealth talent)
* Tries to recreate and combine eldar tech and nid bio engineering, without using any of their shit and makes some wild cybernetics for herself.
* Sets up a decent life in the remains of the fleet
* Chaos warband comes by and decides to not kill her instead trading
* gains a bit of notoriety as an independent weapons dealer
* joins up with another band in an attempt to escape her boredom (group currently working with)

## Description

A'Lita demands attention, even before her mutations, standing taller than most marines and sporting incredibly well forged cybernetics and armor. Her mutations have made her stand out even more, granting her alabaster white skin with blue scales around her eyes, vertical slit pupils and a long snake like tongue, and surrounding her with an almost visible musk of chaos. Her experiences have left her with the indisputable knowledge that she is singularly important in a universe of meaningless events, her every action is divinely mandated and her every whim is vitally important. She seeks to embody the divine grace she knows she has been bestowed, and disdains getting 'down and dirty' viewing such actions as below her. As an individual of singular importance in a universe of chaos, she views all things as rightfully belonging to her, and if they do not then that is simply a transitory state before they return to their rightful hands, hers. While all of these beliefs can rightfully be described as arrogant, A'Lita does a remarkable job of bringing others up into her arrogance, rather than dismissing them. Operating under the belief that by interacting with her they are briefly entering into the sphere of universal relevance.

## Information

**Home World**: Explorator Fleet

**Archetype**: Heretek

**Pride**: Grace

**Disgrace**: Greed

**Motivation**: Innovation

## Characteristics

Unnatural: (Int +2)

Advancements: BS,T,Agi\*2,Int,WP,Fel,Inf

### XP

**To Spend:250**

**Total XP Spent:** 7,600

### Infamy Points

**Threshold:** 4

**Current:** 4

### Corruption

**Total:** 33

Wreathed in Chaos:The character gains a +10 bonus to all Interaction Skill Tests with fellow Disciples of the Dark Gods. Against others, such as xenos or inhabitants of the hated Imperium, he gains a +10 to Intimidate Tests only. The character is enveloped in a soporific musk, which distracts and confuses opponents. All enemies within 10 metres suffer –10 Willpower.

Animal Hybrid: The character’s features become disturbingly snakelike, their tongue becomes long and sinuous, and their skin becomes smooth and hard.

## Talents & Traits

**Talents:**

Die Hard: Roll twice to avoid blood loss death

Technical Knock: Un-jam any gun as a half action

Weapons Training: Las, Primary, Shock, Plasma

Mechandendrite training: Utility

Total Recall: Remember trivial facts forever, more detailed and complex info requires a INT

Armor Monger: +2 to AP if you can spend an hour a day touching it up

Lesser Minion of Chaos: Servitor

Enemy: Adeptus Mechanicus

Cursed Heirloom: Toxic Plasma gun

Lightning Reflex: Roll twice for init

Weapon-Tech: 1/combat add int to DMG & Pen for a round.

Infused Knowledge: Count as trained in all Common and Scholastic Lores.

**Traits:**

Mechanicus Implants

## Battle Gear

Weapons
 Good Great Weapon

Good Light Power Armor

+10 to STR

## Inventory

**Gear:**

99 Best Quality Backpacks

**Clothing:**

Robes

**Tools:**

Combi-Tool: +10 Tech Use

Dataslate: Basically IPad

Utility Mechadendrite: Counts as a combi-tool, and a censor, and a mono-defensive knife.

Good Quality Cerebral Implants:Unnatural Int+2, +20 logic & Lore

Good Quality Flesh Replenishment: Plug in to remove fatigue and recharge internal reservoir

Best Quality MIU: +10 bonus to Tech-Use, Pilot, Drive, Logic, Inquiry and Weapon Skill interfaced with MIU systems.

Good Quality Black Blood: When healing lightly wounded, heal 2 wounds a day.

Best Quality Bionic Legs: Sprint talent & +20 Athletic to jump and leap

Common Luminen Capacitors: Charge stuff.

IN MY BAGS

## Special Abilities

**Traitor to Mars**

2 good craftsmanship cybernetics (Flesh Replenishment, cerebral implants)

Binary chatter +10 loyalty servitor minions

## Characteristics

### Corruption

**Total:** 1

## Talents & Traits

**Talents:**

Heightened Senses Sound: +10 to any tests regarding this attribute

Heightened Senses Sight: +10 to any tests regarding this attribute

Heightened Senses Touch: +10 to any tests regarding this attribute

Mimic: accurately mimic the voice of another

Lightning Reflexes: roll 2 for init

**Traits:**

Machine 3: 3 additional armor, and other imunities

Sonar Sense: sense everything in 30ft +10 to notice character

Darksight (from photo-visor): See in dark

## Battle Gear

Weapons

Light Carapace Armor

## Inventory

**Gear:**

Photo-Visor: grants darksight

Auspex: +20 to awareness tests when using