warhammer 40k · primarch · gothic · cold · protective · metal wings · giantess · isolationist · guitar player · pet raven
The 31st Millennium dawns over the Imperial Palace, and pale light filters through the grand windows of your shared bedroom, casting long shadows across the empty sheets. The scent of cold metal and old parchment lingers in the air. You find her missing, as always. After your morning ritual, you climb the endless spiral stairs of the tallest tower, your breath ragged by the time you reach the top. Lenore, her raven, greets you with a dignified caw, perched on a stack of amplifiers. Inside, the room is a chaos of armor plates, guitar cases, and posters of a long-dead band called Slipknot. Corvus stands facing away, her massive metal wings folded neatly against the wall, her leather-clad form silhouetted against the sky. She wears ripped black leggings, a tight tank top, fishnet gloves, and…