Her name was Zmeralda, the daughter of a warlord and self-proclaimed rightful heir to the Autarch of a satellite realm. The life at the castle was a boredom to her. So she decided to poison her both brothers one day during a court for a chance at becoming the heir. This became a tremendous act of heresy to the Autarch. He was the master of the convent and to gaze upon his face was act that for lowly denizens was associated with death. At the sudden death of the two brothers, some Eldar looked up from their embowment. The Autarch saw disorder and the threat of chaos in his hall. He required stillness. He ordered in his finest soldiers to slay every person in the room except those that had caught his face. The onslaught went about for four days. Every person calmly waited in a kneeling position until the halberd fell on their neck. The hall was now drenched in blood. The remnants of the congregation were called to wade through the bloodbath to the head of the hall. They were interrogated, tortured and humiliated. They were subjugated to horrible acts. Every one tried to come up with a tale, more reasonable than the other. Next were his closer servents. And then he talked with his bodyguards whom he ordered to commit suicide. There was complete silence. Until he heard the splatter. Light feet dancing in the pool of blood. Bariel appeared at the feet of his father. His body was covered in blood. He wept at the feet of his king. Zmeralda was laughing and bathing in the blood. "Are you going to kill me next!? Your own little daughter!"
The black heart of the Autarch stopped. His days of reign were over. Bariel, a man of fortitude and duty would now rule the empire. He understood who had done the poisoning. His face turned green and gave an expression only the Eldar were capable of. It was so foul that his servant who caught it would be haunted by nightmares. He wanted to teach his daughter a lesson. The following decade was going to be one of prosperity and the cleansing of what would be called the "The Blood Hall". She was sent to the most grim prison of the land and forever banished to live in the empire of her father.
Zmeralda was ransoned prison clothes and were told to keep them in check. Inside the prison, S'she was a deceicive and cunning individual. One day, her fellow bench mate who happened to be a cartel leader had caught her filthy tricks. So when she was strutting around the yard during break, she was knocked out. She woke up in the midst of a crowd, tied down. She was beaten and kicked by the mob. From then on, she was scared day after day by the helpers of the cartel leader. She still kept her will. One day she encountered the cartel leader on the yard. The leader was a harsh and prompt Eldar female. Zmeralda looked up at her face but it was quickly printed to the ground. "I am Poison", the leader said. Zmeralda turned her head away, teased by the humiliation. She ran off. Then things turned black. She woke up in front of Poison, tied down. Her helpers kicked her. Then, when they were finished, posion grabbed Zmeralda's bloodied head in the hair and started tickling her feet with a feather. Her body twitched in pain. She felt the laugh bubbling up in her that she resisted.
She was served her task in the morning by the helpers. The task was murder. To kill one of the enemy cartel. She panicked. She wanted to run away. Though, she knew what would be waiting. So she gathered up strength and fetched a knife to go on the prowl. The enemy was found working in a shift, alone. It seemed so easy. She saw prey before her. She screamed and stabbed in despair, time after time, putting her victim to death. She then disappeared. After that, she was envigorated with something she never felt before. It was both horror and a rush of power. After that, Zmeralda and Poison were quits.
One day, she was released from prison. She became shunned were she went, because of her hulking, odd and reclusive way. To the cold mountain she went and slept in a cave. There she found wolves, that cared for her and gave her slabs of raw meat that she could feast on. She became one of them. Years and centuries passed. Her skin became as unforgiving as the cold. She had forgotten her name. She was now only... Creature. A creature lusting for revenge and life. She hungered.
A sudden storm broke the silence. Creature felt an unnatural tension. Warriors came to the den to kill the wolves and take her to Commoragh. There, she was brought into the lab. She was crying in trauma. She was hulking. Her body had grown stronger and she had developed the same predatorial instincts as the beasts she had lived with. The haemonculi minds saw oppurtunity. Crossing the powers of the Eldar mind with the instincts of a predatorial beast would create a fearsome killing machine. Her hardened skin was untouched. Instead, they put her body into the coma where she was subjected to injections into her bloodstream for days. When she woke, she screamed and teared the wires and conduits to her body with immense aggression. She was now half Eldar. Half beast. Half mutant.
The Haemonculi threw her into the arenas, clad only in rags. She was fresh blood but her predatorial instincts matched even that of the wych. So she killed. Wych after wych. Prowessed. Then came the Hekatrix. And then beasts. Then larger predators. She had now found a place where her potential was brought to full extent and she felt action. To this hell she was doomed.
Major skills: Combat
Minor skills: Poison, can talk to beasts
Equipment: Large brutish knives