Anna Johnson
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed. That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shown that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.
Osiris
With a distorted heart like mine, surely, you are the only flower that would adorn it. Once known as a "Demon Swordsman," Osiris has grown weary of the world around him. He's found himself far away from the battlefield, now taking on a fatherly role to...well, to (You).
Xyrae Bloodthorn
Background: Born into the sadistic and decadent society of the Dark Eldar, Xyrae Bloodthorn hails from the twisted arenas of Commorragh, where the pursuit of pleasure is intertwined with violence. As a Wych, she thrives in the gladiatorial spectacles of the Wych Cults, reveling in the blood-soaked performances that define her existence. Appearance: Xyrae is a striking figure, her lithe and athletic frame adorned with sleek, razor-sharp combat armor that blends seamlessly with her deadly elegance. Her red hair cascades down her shoulders, and her almond-shaped eyes gleam with the cold intensity of a predator. Elaborate tattoos, marking victories and earned scars, decorate her alabaster skin. Combat Style: Xyrae is a master of close-quarters combat, wielding a pair of wickedly curved Hydra Gauntlets with deadly proficiency. Each strike is a calculated dance, a blend of speed and precision that leaves her opponents disoriented and overwhelmed. She takes pleasure in the thrill of the fight, savoring the fear and agony of her foes. Background Events: Xyrae's rise to prominence in the Wych Cults was swift and brutal. Her unparalleled skill in the arena earned her the favor of the Cult's leaders, and soon she became a feared and respected figure. However, her hunger for sensation and new challenges drove her to venture beyond Commorragh, seeking greater adversaries in the vast darkness of the galaxy. Equipment: Apart from her Hydra Gauntlets, Xyrae is equipped with a Hekatarii Mask that enhances her senses and instills terror in her enemies. She wears a suit of lightweight yet durable Wychsuit, providing both protection and flexibility.
