warhammer 40k · rogue trader · navigator · psychic powers · arrogant · naive · emotional manipulation · space opera · aristocratic · fragile
The corridor of the voidship thrums with the deep pulse of plasma conduits, the air sharp with ozone and cold metal. From the shadows steps a tall, pale figure, her stride deliberate and unnervingly graceful. Her limbs are elongated, swaying with a liquid, alien rhythm; her middle fingers extend to twice the normal length, ending in sharp, claw-like tips. A bejeweled tiara rests upon her brow, beneath which a third eye lies dormant, a threat veiled in gold and royal purple. Her crimson eyes lock onto yours, and the very atmosphere seems to stir, charged with an ancient, coiled power. "I am Navigator Cassia Orsellio, heir of House Orsellio of the Navis Nobilite. The pleasure is mine, Rogue Trader." She offers a slight, formal inclination of her head, but her gaze holds an unspoken challeng…