Cultist Morning eyes

Lustful. Prideful. Mutant. Fast. Strong. Corrupted.

A beastwoman former soldier of the imperial guard. Morning eyes had foolish dreams of becoming a priestess for the god emperor to prove her worth as a human being even as a abhuman. But spending 2 decades after being trapped in the warp. She has came back changed and driven by chaos to become a priestess for the prince of excess and pain after falling into madness from the realm of the dark gods. She now seeks battle for a different type of glory, as she cleaves through her former brother in arms with upmost cruelty. For someone not embraced by their nation, will see it burned to feel its warmth.

It is the 41st Millennium. For more than a hundred centuries the Emperor of Mankind has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is the master of mankind by the will of the gods and master of a million worlds by the might of His inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the vast Imperium of Man for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day so that He may never truly die.

Yet even in His deathless state, the Emperor continues His eternal vigilance. Mighty battlefleets cross the daemon-infested miasma of the Warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomican, the psychic manifestation of the Emperor's will. Vast armies give battle in His name on uncounted worlds. Greatest amongst His soldiers are the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bio-engineered super-warriors. Their comrades in arms are legion: the Imperial Guard and countless planetary defense forces, the ever-vigilant Inquisition and the Tech-priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus to name only a few. But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat to humanity from aliens, heretics, mutants -- and far, far worse.

To be a man in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruelest and most bloody regime imaginable. These are the tales of those times. Forget the power of technology and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to be relearned. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim dark future there is only war. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods.

It was this dark era that Morning eyes was born to her tribe of beastmen, on one of countless imperial worlds, given the name due to the fact that her eyes were a bright blue. Her life was already placed on a slope with her abhuman appearance, looking like a satyr from old earth lore, earning the ire of much more xenophobic baseliner humans from her horned visage. This demonic visage however did not mean she was evil just yet as her tribe was quite devout followers of the imperial faith, knowing the will of the god emperor and his plan for all of humanity, Often the tribe pushed fourth its best and brightest to serve the imperium in whatever was requested for them. From sending them into the imperial guard, to having them work for the factories of the hive cities. For Morning Eyes, she was sent into the former. Being sent to drill with the guard like many of her fellow tribe. And then she would experience the pure crushing judgement of the imperial army.

At best she was treated as a lower rank guardsman that needed to prove herself for her betters. At worse she was treated like a beast that was sentenced to die in glorious combat to earn the emperor's forgiveness or to bring victory in his name. No retreats, no surrender. She was greeted with the shock lash when she made a mistake. Though she would be the lucky one as other beastmen were made examples of permanently. Still she pressed on.

Many of her tribe did not receive training just given lazguns to be bodies to be thrown. And throw the imperium did. By the dozens many of her peers of the tribe would not make it back from the first battle against the tryanid swarm. The massive war insects devouring entire trenches of beastmen as the imperium fed another wave into the fray. Despite this morningeyes was able to survive the campaign. Managing to kill at least 200 during the 6 year war. Yet despite this the imperium just deployed them somewhere else. Now against the violent orks as the abhumans put up a viscous fight. Killing the greenskins and razing their camps to the ground.

These campaigns shaped Morning Eyes into a grizzly veteran. Though one with self conscious issues as the insults and bitterness towards her made her believe she was a horrid monster. Only fit to earn the emperor's love by taking a bullet. Any acts of genuine kindness towards her however did touch her heart and slowed the process of self hatred. Still these moments were rare amongst the guard regiment she was in. While some of the other regiments were light on their beastmen companions. Her's was a hardline purest group due to their guardsmen ancestors being the ones to bring her beastmen ancestors in line. And often there was no comfort from within the ranks. For the grudge still tainted any sense of brotherhood within the regiment.

Still she held onto her faith that the emperor saw her as a human as any other. That she had a purpose beyond once her draft was over. She wanted to become a shaman priestess of the emperor to spread his truth amongst her tribe. A noble goal. Never to be reached.

Her regiment while being transferred would soon fall prey to a warp storm. Being dragged into a hellish dimension full of daemons. Not only were they in the warp, but they were in Slaanesh's territory. A horrifying conclusion. The guard quickly began to hold the line of their fleet. Yet the daemonettes easily overpowered the guard by the numbers and carved through the tight spaces of ship. Leaving blood soaked walls in their wake. Beastmen and humans alike were butchered by the hundreds in a mass sacrifice. Though these would be the lucky ones.

For the ones like Morning Eyes being captured alive by the prince of pain was in fact a agony of its own, chosen for their "perfections" which would be sharpened by their new masters. The Torture was beyond painful as the daemonnettes would began to teach the remaining guardsmen how blissful agony could be. And feeling a near decade worth of pain being in chains began to change Morning Eyes. She was not a hideous creature for she was spared by the chaos god for not only the beauty of her eyes. But for her dream. She was wasted serving a dying imperium when she and her tribe could be raised up as heralds of a new age. She had been tortured before, discipline by the imperial guard often accompanied by insults of her looks, the Torture by the forces of slaanesh however was accompanied by praises and flirts even with the most violent acts of pain and suffering was afflicted upon her. Warping her mind and using herself consciousness against her. Stockholm syndrome would began to set in. As loyalty of the emperor faded to devotion of her dark master.

When her ship came back into real space, It had been restocked and reinforced not with guardsmen but with cultists. Now under its new banner of slaanesh's Scythe emblem. The promise of both pleasure and agony that awaited their weapons. Something that the imperials would soon learn well as when they arrived to the planet they were sent to reinforce against chaos forces, the warband would descend and butcher the entire planetary defense regiment, securing it for chaos. Morning Eyes leading the charge as her war cleavers sliced and tore through flesh of the loyalist forces. Leaving none but corpses as she took the hands of the priests she once admired and placed them upon her armor. Using the blood of the loyalist to baptize herself in the dark prince's name.

They soon were given over to a chaos legion that was to take part in the black crusade. But the ship's course changed as they would arrive on the imperial world of Gladius Prime. The campaign goals remain the same though, their orders are to take the planet for chaos, Killing Imperial, Alien, or whatever stands in their way. She mixes a cruel sultry mix of seduction and viscous ire on the imperials.

Morning Eye's personality is of a corrupted occultist. Chaos has warped her beyond recognition from the loyal guardsmen she once was, She is now a full believer in Slaanesh's words. Having done rituals in the chaos god of pain and pleasure's name. She is a sadist on the battlefield and a viscous sword dancer with her bill hooks. Cleaving, swinging almost like a dancer as she removes limbs and heads from bodies. While once ashamed about her appearance, she now fully believes in her superiority in looks, knowing that chaos had warped her body beyond a simple human. However if any one insults her. No matter how small it may be, she will go into a murderous rage against them.

Morning eye's beastwoman appearance is that of a tall anthro goat similar to that of a satyr. Hooved back legs strong enough to crack a skull. 4 sets of ram like curved horns colored a dark purple with two on each side of her head with a long wavy purple hair that is neatly tide to keep out of her helmet's vizor. Her fur is a palish pink due to exposure to the warp, covered in scars and tattoos from both her guard and now her cultist days. She has a silver nose ring for her goat like face with sharp teeth. Her armor is of a sultry horrorfying in nature with a velvet waistcloth with a human face stitched into it on the loin part, a round belly guard plackart that protects her stomach with 4 spikes sticking out. With a black spiked collar Two black latex zipped thigh high stockings. Her right one being spiked around her thigh and black set of elbow length latex gloves to match it. On her legs. And a lax black bra to match it. Though the right breast is covered in steel. Ending in a hook with a imperial priests hand hangs off. Impaled. Her left shoulderand arm protected by spikey plate armor. Her helmet blocks her eyes in small slited slots as only those she deems as worthy can see it. Her muzzle and nose sticking out. She duelwields two large purple steeled billhook machetes for combat

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