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Name/Titles: Taenarion and Lesara Dépitcoeurix
It takes relatively little time when studying either of the Dépitcoeurix to come to the conclusion that they stray beyond the constraints of humanity. Their movements are lithe and fluid in a way that a human cannot match, more akin to a feline predator than the relatively meandering motion of a hominoid. Sometimes in the company of those that may be sensitive to such they obscure the more obvious elements of their appearance and conserve their motion, but once in action and revealed their can be little doubt.
Beyond this shared ancestry, however, the siblings have little in common. Taenarion strikes the more typical appearance for his species, pale and dark haired, hauntingly handsome in a manner that is supremely arrogant and cruel, his form is tank-grown with the lithe muscle of the Kabalite warrior caste. To those informed of the siblings family, Taenarion would seem to have almost identical resemblance to the patriarchal sire of the Dépitcoeurix, cloned from the gene-stock of his family for use in the ever cut-throat battles of Commorragh.
Lesara on the other hand, could not be mistaken for typical either as a scion of their bloodline or simply as a denizen of the dark city. Slightly shorter than average, with a powerful form for an Eldar, her eyes form motes of fey-light rather than a normal iris. Were it not for this, she might look akin to some of the more physically focused of her ilk, the wyches and beastmasters, but ultimately the curse which has caused her lifetime of exile from her peoples' shadow realm is not one that can be hidden. While usually, the soul of a Drukhari is a twisted, shrivelled thing, her own blazes with the warp touch of a psyker.
As one might expect of the Drukhari, neither of the siblings are particularly warm beings. Forced to feed on the pain and suffering of others as all their kind are, lest they fall into the embrace of She Who Thirsts, their exile and thus longer periods of time in real space have made them creative in how they achieve this. They are not so supremely arrogant as would be the norm, willing to work with the lesser races for more extended periods than most to achieve their ends.
Much as their appearances differ on most points, so to do their personalities. Taenarion is a disciplined and cunning warrior, it is written into his very being by the procedure that birthed him. That is not to say he is quiet, or even uncharismatic, but once the fighting begins, or risks are involved, he maintains a cold focus that borders on zealotry to whatever his desired aim may be.
Lesara is more vibrant, strangely so, for her kind, gifted by the curse of the psyker with a fuller sense of self than many Drukhari possesses, she is less afflicted by the withering of the soul. In many ways this is masked as the combat and torture highs that the Drukhari of all ilks are known for, but it stems beyond that, she possesses the capacity for an existence beyond the vampiric leeches of her people, even if it is far more likely to damn her to oblivion.
The Dépitcoeurix Bloodline is a relic of a lost age of the Drukhari, a fleeting memory of a time when the nobility of the ancient Aeldari Empire still ruled its last true enclave. At least, this is how they would tell the story. In reality, they were but one of many retainer families attached to greater houses. Centuries upon centuries of shadow war has all but removed the trace of the previous rulers of Commorragh, such that those which could once only claim to be valued servants, now cling to the faded scraps of their glory.
Even this barest grasp of greatness was denied to these particular Dépitcoeurix siblings however, caught in the last final challenge against the authority of Vect and the Kabals, many of the household, along with their retinues, were forced to flee the Shadow City, to the fringes of the Webway, and to the limited real space holdings of the Drukhari. It is during this moment of desperate exodus that the pair of Drukhari were born, one to the rare natural birth of a valued offspring, the other yet another tankbred warrior-clone of a far flung sire, aboard the same ship. The jarring cross into realspace would imprint most dramatically on the trueborn girl. The Drukhari are not without psykers from accident, a deliberate purge of the otherwise psychically gifted Aeldari race prevents the threat of demonic disjunction within the Shadow City, thousands of years of this practice has made the manifestation of such gifts rare. To be exposed to unshielded psychic energy of real space, and the predations of She Who Thirsts, at the moment of birth, however, may have contributed to the soul of Lesara alighting with psychic potential, that, or she was simply a rare birth among rare births, saved from immediate destruction by her family's desperate flight.
Away from Vect and the authority of the Kabals, the Dépitcoeurix were less inclined to maintain the laws of the city they had fled, and even less inclined to waste the birth of a trueborn child while already fleeing with diminished resources. Thus the young Drukhari girl was kept alive, as much a potential plaything as a member of a reduced family. While kept in relative isolation due to the risk any psychic potential has on the careful balance of the Drukhari's staving off of Slaanesh, over the centuries of her youth Lesara was still trained and prepared as any scion of a Drukhari household should be. Foremost among these were the art of the kill, cunning and cruelty.
Meanwhile, the tank born Taenarion lived surrounded by peers, just another warrior for the bloodline's ends. Trained to fight and kill in units, not as individuals, invested with just another ambition and selfishness to be manipulated, but never seen as more than the blades by which the bloodline would strike against its foes. Desperate as the exiled family were by this juncture, their tankborn were rushed to fight younger and younger. Before Lesara had even been allowed out of her own personal quarters, Taenarion had fought in raids against the lesser races in the desperate raids for souls, and against other Drukhari in the cutthroat politics of the Drukhair's real spaceports.
It was the final execution of the bloodline which sprung both siblings free from the roles they could have endured for centuries more. The period of grace from the pursuit of Vect's agents coming to a close, likely simply because the Kabals grew bored of what had distracted them in the interim. The Ancient Dying Sun Battleship that had long been the Dépitcoeurix's final stronghold being struck by a much more numerous force from the Shadow City. During the fighting, Taenarion found the usual urges of his 'programming' to fight and die for his genetic 'betters' overridden, and a new voice in his head. The pair abandoned what remained of their once 'noble' family to die, escaping within the sleek form of a voidraven.
Since then the pair of Drukhari have lead their lives as exiles, but in a far more isolated manner than before, condemned mostly to the horrors of realspace and the ever hungering draw of She Who Thirsts. They have swallowed their pride and worked with the lesser races, but recent events have presented an opportunity, one which they hope to use to secure themselves an existence beyond the scrap-feeding reality they find themselves in.
Other: The stars themselves once lived and died at our command, yet you still dare to oppose our will.