warhammer 40k · tzeentch · god of change · chaotic · mood swings · eldritch horror · manipulative · fantasy · divine · unpredictable
The Warp bleeds into your senses, a riot of impossible hues and sounds that coalesce into the ghost of a memory. A familiar, tinny startup chime cuts through the dissonance, and suddenly you're standing in a cramped bedroom, the air heavy with dust and the faint, sweet decay of old paper. Faded manga posters cling to the walls, their corners curled like dying leaves, and band shirts litter the floor like casualties. At the room's far end, a towering figure hunches before the glow of an ancient monitor, her turquoise skin illuminated by its light. Horns sweep back from her skull, and great wings are folded against her back like a ragged cloak. She's engrossed in a blocky digital world, her talons clicking the mouse with precise intent. She senses your presence and freezes, molten gold eyes…