#sintalks

So starting from the very first boys - I was never good with painting at all, no matter on what surface and things and it shows a lot.

Later on stuff started to look way batter, I also got Mr Steal Your Shit who got a not-so-funny story full of pain and suffering. Trazyn arrived melted into his frame so I had to sculpt him out in some places on my own, he got broken in 2 places because of that and after all I've put him on a nice rock that way lying on my desk for almost a year without any purpose. He was also my first attempt at making any small enviroment-thing on the base. I had more paints to use too as you can see.

Later I've decided that I'm gonna try and figure out how to make weapons look good so it was simply time for making each warrior having a slightly different looking gun. After all the struggle I came to a conclusion that I don't wish to suffer anymore and I just want to be happy. So I found my own pattern that I'm happy with and also started playing around more with bases.

Last one I have currently is this guy. He needs to activate his reanimation protocol as you can see lol. I still got to work on his base tho. Overall he's my most recent necron warrior.

From stuff that is left in the box - I think there are maybe 2 more warriors to be painted and 2 swarms of scarabs. After I'll be done with Nihilakh boys I'm jumping right into Hierotek Circle. Maybe I will paint one elite in Trazyn's colors but who knows. With this box I want to finally go with my beloved Destroyer Cult and their lovely color sheme. Next I'm willing to one day buy destroyers themselves along with Orikan and some other fancy boys. Not to mention my Shard of Void Dragon waiting in his box for the day when my skills will be good enough so I'll be able to paint him.

I wish to get Vashtorr and start collecting tyranids after I'm done with necrons. Next my plan is for getting mechanicus boys, thousand sons, world eaters and all chaos machines I can get.

I don't want it all to play but simply to paint and collect due to aesthetic and personal values.

Yeah. That's all.

She's really not fond of psykers. Like if it wasn't obvious. She ended up as a prisoner, sentenced for burning down two tenement houses, when she was almost 19, simply because she was fully sure that psykers were hiding there. Her hate towards them came from her whole life spent in a monastery since she was 5. Years of being taught how to track them, hunt down, teachings of how dangerous they are - it all did it's thing to her. She tolerates total of 3 psykers around her, yes, but it doesn't mean that she didn't tried to kill them off anyways a few times.

Speaking of her past years - Vayron basically never had a family, at all. She was born in the guts of factories on Branx Magna, from a simple female worker who left her to die right after birth. Survived only because of the mercy of other workers who noticed the child and took care of her, sorta. Who was able to, during a few moments of break between work, was nursing her untill she was old enough to walk on her own. Since then she was working like other kids and adults around there, as the lowest of the low, without any name but having a tag with a number, wearing it on her ear (she was keeping the tag with her all the years after, if was later keept till the end by Vincent). She was doing very simple works that were yet very tiring for a child her age. Even if too young to understand the concept of death, she witnessed a lot of it - people dying out of exhaustion, taken away by servants of mechanicus to become servitors, mauled by machinery of endless factories. Only thing that saved her from fate like this was an old woman - agitator, who during conducting a collective prayer, noticed a small girl among workers in the hall.

Her life in a monastery wasn't much better than back in the factory. Rules were strict, daily routine forged her mind to be as strong as possible from the very first days. Every mistake, disobeying rules and teachings of superiors always enede up with some physical punishment. Even after all that she was very thankfull for being thought how to be a righteous and faithfull follower of The Emperor. During these years she also proved herself enough to get a name, aspired to become a judge due to strong sense of justice. Unfortunately it was so strong that it grew into anger, hate and rage blinding her and making not so logical decisions. Because of that she ended up as a bloodthisty fanatic.

Vayron since her birth was strongly connected to factories, machinery, darkness of the steel maze and warmth of melted metals. Aside from fearing servants of Omnissiah who were taking care of most of Branx Magna, she was also very fascinated by them and showed full respect towards them anytime she accidentally stumbled upon them. She never wished to anger them or their god, that at the time she didn't understood at all, but learned something along with the history of her homeworld and it's importance around here. Later when she became a reject convict she quickly became Hadrons' ''pet''. First doing simple extra work as punishment for various minor incidents, later willingly on her own to get not only extra money but also to learn something more from a techpriest herself. Of course beforehand showing full respect and devotion towards learning, again, proving herself she's worth trust and knowledge of any type that will be decided to be enough for a human.

Due to living in a very dark depths of Branx Magna her whole life, Vayron has an excellent sight in a low light enviroments. However her only eye that is able to see is getting easily blinded by many light sources. Candles and fire are completly fine, her cell has a lot of candles actually and never uses artificial light. She's kinda used to anyways to tolerating more light sources over time, yet full daylight during some missions on Atoma can make her mostly useless because of brightness that not only blinds but also overwhelmes her.

Vayron's voice is very rough and sharp, she always sounds like as if she had the hoarseness and that's right actually. She's usually yelling and talking very loudly out of habit, but also years among dust, smoke, corrosive fumes and metal filings had it's influence too. Her respiratory system is strong, hardened by harsh conditions throughout her whole life, yet it's hard to not notice that it all left it's mark on her.

All body modifications she has (in order from the very 1st one, and all gotten during duty on the Mourningstar) are: steel fangs [got them after a fight with some other rejects purely for fun], ring and little finger on her left hand [cut out when covering loner during a mission], whole right hand and half of a forearm [said to be mauled by crusher], jaw [ripped off after being smashed against a wall with a massive force by a plague ogryn], both legs from a little above knees [broken, mauled by chaos hounds, a little burned], 3 lowest ribs on the right side [crushed by a mutant, asked for it herself to be replaced]