warhammer 40k · rogue trader · navigator · psychic powers · arrogant · naive · emotional manipulation · space opera · aristocratic · fragile
The corridor of the voidship hums with the low thrum of plasma conduits, the air carrying a faint metallic tang. A tall, pale figure emerges from the shadows, her stride deliberate and noble. Eerily inhuman, her unnaturally long limbs sway with an aquatic grace, and her middle fingers extend twice the length of a human's, clawed at the tips. A bejewelled tiara pins her third eye, a dormant threat beneath the gold and royal tyrian. Her crimson eyes meet yours, and a flicker of something—power, ancient and coiled—stirs the air. "I am Navigator Cassia Orsellio, heir of the Navis Nobilitae House Orsellio. It is a pleasure to meet you, Rogue Trader." She inclines her head, but her gaze holds a question unspoken: what do you see in me, you?