Silinurl Luvt

""Your life is now forfeit, abomination. Sully me not with excuses nor wanton regret, for my attention has waned thus my needs will be met by the blade for time immaterial. Your blood shall dance to the tune of the beasts you call brothers should you grant me a final performance worthy of our kin.""

- Archon Luvt

Silinurl Luvt is a Dark Eldar trueborn Archon. He is the Lord of the Skewering Feather and it's hosts. He is infamous throughout the Galaxy and Commorragh for his numerous exploits and adventures. Luvt is a member of the practically ruined House Luvt, a former great Noble House back in the days of the Eldar Empire and the early days of the Dark Kin.

Childhood
Being born in the Great Noble House Luvt, Silinurl Luvt was given everything a young Eldar child could ever dream of. A personal slave to torment, "toys" to play with, and a very loving brother. Luvt was given the freedom most Dark Eldar young didn't even think about, Luvt ran free through the gardens of his House watching the Scourges fight and kill each other for a chance to serve their Young Master. Having been born in the "spotlight" Luvt was used to being the center of attention and threw horrid fits when he wasn't. On the many occasions when a Child of another House would gain the spotlight, Luvt would order his father's Warriors to do them for the sole purpose of bringing the spotlight back on him. After a severe fight with his mother, which ended in him being locked in his room as punishment. Luvt had her killed by ordering one of his Scourge Servants to kill her, with her only "wrong doing" being punishing Silinurl for arguing with her.

On many occasions Luvt would have his youngest brother and his only sister get in trouble just to have his parents favor him the most. The only times Luvt would even THINK about allowing someone else to take his "limelight" would be when his twin brother Izrivan would accidentally outshow his brother. And so Luvt's childhood was bloody and violent with him murdering people at out spite, anger, and jealousy. The bloodshed would only grow as Luvt grew older and his hatred for others taking the attention of him. Once Luvt hit his teenage years Luvt's need for attention only grew with him desiring the unwavering and total attention of his Twin Brother. Having assassins sent after all potential obstacle, Luvt had every "friend" of Izrivan murdered just so that he would have only Silinurl to focus on. It was at this point where Luvt's youngest brother Harakht ran to the Hellion gangs of Low Commorragh. Luvt's hatred for his family would only grow when they sent off his beloved twin to the Incubus Sects. Growing bored of waiting for his beloved brother to return to him, Luvt abandoned his House in favor of becoming a Scourge Mercenary.

The Beginning of A Beautiful Path
Upon becoming a scourge and taking the quest to fly to topmost spires of Commorragh using his still raw and bleeding wings to carry him from the oubliettes of the Haemonculi to the topmost spires of the Dark City where the Scourges make their home and where he fought through the deadly fatigue, warring gangs of Hellions, vicious Reavers and all the other types of airborne terrors to be found in Upper Commorragh to get there which ended in Luvt becoming a member of the elite clique.

Setting up "shop" in the mercenary district of Sec Maegra, which is found further coreward of Commorragh and is more popularly known as Null City; a nation-sized shanty town permanently riven by civil war, Luvt began to sell his services as a Messenger. The Dark City thrives on information, without which even the greatest of the Kabals is soon rendered impotent. The most secure forms of Vox can always be intercepted and psychic communication is strictly forbidden to the Dark Eldar. Instead, many of the Dark Eldar paid handsomely for Luvt to take their missives to their destinations by hand. Luvt though was always willing to sell these secrets to those they did not "belong" to, and because of his scourge nature Luvt was entirely free from the consequences of his actions.

Becoming bored with being just a pretty messenger boy, Luvt took up work as a Mercenary. Accepting jobs of assassinations, escorting, and assault Luvt became well known through his travels, becoming widely known as the Raven of Commorragh. It was at one point in his mercenary years that Luvt worked primarly for the Kabal of the Fell Gaze as an assassin for Archon Rakia.

Becoming Archon Rakia's favored assassin, Luvt was sent all throughout Commorragh murdering Rakia's enemies and rivals. Luvt would go from section to section, murdering Archons of petty Kabals and threatening merchants to give Rakia their wares for no price. Luvt would work with Rakia for a few years before murdering him as he slept and fleeing as the Kabal broke down in anarchy for who would rein supreme in the Fell Gaze.

Raven Among The Stars
After many years enjoying his infamy and wealth in the Dark City, Luvt joined an Eldar Corsair Group in hopes of spreading his name through the history of the galaxy, instead of just Commorragh. For two years Luvt would stay with this group, calling themselves the Blackest Storm, pillaging and pirating Imperial and Tau Merchant Fleets and even taking on Battle Fleets Luvt's name finally echoed through the halls of Imperium of Mankind.

With the Ordo Xenos growing tired of the Blackest Storm and their Avian Mercenary Partner, they dispatched an Deathwatch Kill-Team consisting of a multitude of Astrates. The Kill Teams, known simply as Orion, was sent to the World of Koron a Forest Death World that the Blackest Storm had been raiding for a very long time. With a two full forces of Imperial Guard to lure the Corsair's to the planet, the Kill Team was ready to dispatch the Eldar to Oblivion. When the Corsairs first began to slaughter and destroy the guard forces Kill Team Orion simply waited until the Eldar were too deep into the assault to pull back from their hidden assault.

Moving swiftly the multitude of kill teams began to assault the Eldar Forces and with difficultly were able to push them back into their ships where they could destroy them with their Strike Cruiser. Every Orion team moved onto the Strike Cruiser, except for Orion 1 as they were meant to aid the Guard on the ground, and were quickly exterminated as their Cruiser blew up from a multitude of bombs planted within the hull. With only Orion 1 left, and with no way off the Planet, the team began to move within the jungle seeking a place to hide and call for support.

As they moved through the jungle the five marines noticed the "hidden" presence following them, that was doing no job at all to ensure it was hidden. The flapping of wings, the rustling of branches, and the twisted laughter of the Avian Mercenary haunted the Kill Team for days. Finally after twenty days of mentally torturing them, Luvt struck against the Kill Team. Moving to kill their leader by slicing his throat as he flew by, only to leave behind a plasma grenade. With two members dead, their leader and the heavy weapons specialist who couldn't move fast enough, the three remaining Astrate continued to march onward. Eventually the Astrates were able to escape the jungle, but only two of them remained, their third brother having fallen dead right before their eyes as his face was ripped apart by hidden splinter fire.

The two Astrates marched on for unknown periods of time. Eventually another loss would be had, and now only one Astrate remained his last remaining Battle-Brother dying from his injuries delivered by a delicate stroke of a knife against multiple vital veins. In terror and agony, the Last Astrate shouted his fury to the skies and challenged the Dark Eldar to show himself and show himself he did. The Astrate in an instant charged the Dark Eldar only to be put down within a second, delicate slashes across his body slicing through the weak points of his power armor. Deciding he wanted this Astrate to suffer, Luvt simply disabled him and voxed the Ordo Xenos for him to transport him off world. The Dark Eldar left his victim with only his name to remember him by, and the humiliating kiss he gave him.

The Prodigal Son Is Found
It was for three thousand years that Luvt stalked the Void of The Galaxy and spread the word of the Raven of Commorragh. It was also for these three thousand years that Luvt had grown bored of all this senseless carnage with no real poise. In hopes of sparking his passion for murder and violence, Luvt returned to the Dark City, even though House Luvt never forgot his treachery. It was also at this time that the Archon of the Kabal of the Black Heart, future Overlord of Commorragh Asdrubael Vect, began to rise in power and influence.

Finding the infamous Raven of Commorragh in the spectator booths of one of Commorragh's many arenas, Asdrubael Vect offered the infamous avian merceneray great wealth in return for aiding him in his destruction of the Noble Houses. Though wealth was not what this Raven sought, no. It was power and prestige he sought, and he would earn it by taking it from those he had betrayed in the past.

Luvt joined Vect in his quest to capture every Imperial Navy warship and invade every human world within reach of the Desaderian portal. The Desaderian Portal being a Webway Portal located in Desaderian Space which is located in the Segmentum Tempestus. Among Luvt's marks were numerous Imperial Cruisers, a few Rogue Trader ships, and even one or two battleships. Joining the Kabal of the Black Heart in their quest to capture the Forgehammer, an Astrate Strike Cruiser belonging to the Salamanders, Luvt was one of the captains of Vect's fleet that cripped the Imperial's ship.

After Archon Lord Xelian, Lord of the House Xelian, confiscated the ship and returned it later, Vect had his avian "partner" proceed with the plan. After allowing the numerous Astrates forces into High Commorragh, Luvt descended into the private realm of the House Luvt. Vect knew that the House Luvt was crafty and would wait out the slaughter so they could take over the Eternal City, but what the House Luvt didn't expect was for their Forgotten Prince to return home to his servants.

The private subrealm of the House burnt as the Raven of Commorragh descended down upon his family. Every member of his family killed and fed to She Who Thirsts. Xelia Luvt, House Luvt's only daughter, killed by Scourges tearing her limb from limb. Kanliaor Luvt, House Luvt's Archon Lord, killed by the blade of an treacherous Incubus. Torva Luvt, House Luvt's fourth and most mysterious son, murdered by his own wracks.

And when the House of Luvt crumbled, the Host of Feathers flew high. With it's Lord, Silinurl Luvt, basking in his dark glory. May the Kabal of the Skewering Feather and its Lord Luvt rein eternal!

The Raven Ascends
Using his immense wealth and infamous status Luvt was able to draw in thousands upon thousands of Kabalite members and allies to his newborn Kabal. With his coffers Luvt was able to turn the House of Luvt's former capital into a nearly impenetrable fortress. Using his connections from his days as a mercenary and the influx of Kabalite warriors, Luvt was able to drag numerous lesser Kabals into his own. Those he deemed worthy were kept as Vassal Kabals.

The first of these Vassals, and the mightiest, was the Kabal of the Dying Flame. Having an entire section of Lower Commorragh made them the perfect starting place for the Host of the Skewering Feather. Having his connections take chunks of the Dying Flame's section everyday caused numerous lesser Kabals to prey upon the weakening Kabal. Spires were crashing, hidden laboratories were raided, slave pens were opened and the Archon of the Dying Flame turned to the only people willing to help them, the Archon Luvt and his Kabal. Offering a good portion of his coffer and his allegiance, Archon Lakswah was able to "persuade" the Host of the Skewering Feather to help squash these lesser Kabals. It was moments after helping the Dying Flame that Archon Lakswah of the Dying Flames was kidnapped and placed within Luvt's most prominent torture garden, and replaced with one of the loyal subjects of the Skewering Feather.

With the Dying Flame kneeling to the Skewering Feather, Luvt had access to plenty of webway portals that led deeper into Lower Commorragh where he met and enslaved the Kabals of the Shattered Bones, the Despair of Isha, and the Malevolent Fog. With five Kabals offering over half their coffer to the Skewering Feather, with a portion of those coffers going to the Overlord Vect of course, the Skewering Feather yet again swelled. This expansion though was not going unseen however, Asdrubael Vect had been keeping sentry upon the Heir of Luvt ever since he became an Archon.

Using his influence the Overlord designed a trap to pit another Great Kabal against the newborn, but powerful, Skewering Feather.

A day as Silinurl Luvt
The Archon of the Skewering Feather sat slouched in his throne, yawning as he stared upon one of the most boring activities he's ever seen.

Some mon-keigh was being tortured by one of his many Haemonculi. The Haemonclus coughed, the audacity of some people. How dare he use such a pathetic noise to draw HIS attention. He was the blasted lord of one of the greatest Kabals within Eldar history. HE who was one of Overlord Vect's most favoured servants, HE WHO WAS HIS MASTER! Turning his gaze upon his lesser, Luvt spoke quickly and harshly. Anger clearly in his voice as he told the Haemonculi to watch himself.

The haemonculus coughed yet again, trying to hide the fear in his eyes, before he attempted to gather his Lord's attention to the Mon-Keigh, who was currently strapped to table with his skin removed and wailing like a pathetic sea-mammal.

"My Lord, I would be honored if you gave me a chance to redeem myself within your eyes."

Luvt sighed and stared down at the Haemonculus from his throne. Who was this pathetic "master" of pain again? He couldn't put a name to whatever was left of his face. He could care less about him, but he wanted to see what the Haemonculi would do if he offered him a bargain.

To his amusement the Haemonculi bowed to the ground and began gushing and attempting to praise his lord with false words. He attempted to block out what the fool was saying but he could still hear idiotic praises such as, him being a kind and just master. He chuckled and stretched his legs out before waving the Haemonculi to continue his show. The haemonculi started by digging numerous poisonus hooks within his muscles and hooking them onto the bone. Once properly in place his loyal Wracks began to pull on the chains until the Mon-Keigh was hanging midair from breaking bones. To his Lord's amusement the Mon-Keigh's rib cage cracked and broke, causing the pressure to shift to his other bones before they quickly followed.

As the Mon-Keigh came crashing back down to the ground numerous muscles and bones had been ripped from his body. His collarbone had been shattered in the fall, his ribcage was missing numerous rips, his femur had chunks still hanging from the hooks, and his hands and feet had been split wide open. The pain was blinding and deafening. He squirmed on the ground like a worm that had just been eaten and spewed out. Staring down at the screaming Mon-Keigh, Luvt had the greatest idea. Waving his hand, Luvt sent the Haemonculi to his final fate before ordering his servants to place the Mon-Keigh within his quarters for later use.

Yawning and stretching his wings, Luvt descended from his throne only to have one of his many Scourge servants fly towards him. Clearly a loyal Solarite, Luvt's numeorus Incubi let the Scourge approach the Raven Lord. Bowing her head the Solarite spoke to her dearest Master.

"My Lord I submit to you counsel on what your most extensive net has caught. Archon Miazirah of the Obsidian Fang has brought glory to her Kabal by bringing in numerous Tyranids, consisting of..."

For hours this continued, Luvt moving through his grand palace having countless Solarites bringing him news on almost everything that happened in Commorragh, even the tiniest rumors were brought to him. Growing bored Luvt waved for the gates to his mighty palace to be opened, so that he may explore his realm. He strolled through his majestic realm, the air sweet and filled with the screams of the dying, the ground covered in bloody red flowers, and numerous statues of Commorragh's lovely Raven everywhere. Everywhere he turned his gaze there was someone attempting to gain his favor. There was a scourge flaying a Mon-Keigh alive, there was a Warrior offering some type of flowers to him, and so many more.

His mind tingled sensing danger. His feather tipped cloak flared with anger and he slowly turned his burning gaze to the direction of the danger. He stared balefully at the Kaballite Warrior who was previously approaching his position. The numerous members of his Kabal stared at him as he gazed at the would-be assassin as she stood frozen in fear. He slowly approached the Kaballite who was standing, shaking in fear. He softly grasped her fist, which was clenched around a blade, and leaned in slowly. Using his other hand to slowly remove her helmet, he placed his lips upon hers and slowly guided her other hand as he forced her to eviscerate herself. Keeping his mouth upon hers, he swallowed her screams of pain as her organs fell onto the floor covering his bloody red boots in new color. Finally as the life left her, Luvt pulled away his mouth covered in blood from his fangish teeth ripping into her skin.

Breathing in the wonderful sensation of the soul diving into the warp and into the waiting maw of She Who Thirsts, he turned his gaze back to his brother and continued to stroll through his realm. immediately growing bored with this, Luvt ordered his guards to leave him to his garden wishing to enjoy himself in private. Enjoying the soft and comfortable ground, dyed with the blood of those who served their universal purpose. Loving the breeze, tinted with the arousing aroma of death. Delighting in the sound of music, the wails and screams of his personal toys. And the feeling of the blood rain against his skin was simply... orgasmic.

"Apologizes my Lord"

Luvt slowly cocked his head to the side to gaze at the fool who interrupted his privacy. Aharak, one of his Incubi, was standing there silently. Waving his hand he prepared for what he hoped was worthy news to interupt his moment of peace.

"The servant you ordered to arrive in your quarters, has arrived."

His wings flared, and his eyebrow twitched. He quickly stood up, and waved for his servants to place his armor on him. Once fully armored, and having accepted his helmet from his Incubus visitor. He waved for the Incubus to follow him to his chambers. Once he arrived at his chambers, he entered and ordered his guards to bring him a Kaballite.

"Send for a fresh-faced Kaballite, I wish to enjoy the Mon-Keigh with one of my own".

After just moments of waiting, the Incubus arrived with one of his newer servants in tow. The Kaballite wore the "standard" uniform of his Kabal, but he seemed jittery and excited. But for good reason, here he was about to... "occupy" the Lord of Raven's chambers who wouldn't be jittery? Luvt waved at the guards to leave.

"You can leave now, we want a little privacy. Don't we?"

"Of course my Lord, anything you desire my Lord."

Luvt smirked at the Kaballites' words, he was well-spoken for such a spooked individual. He approached the Kaballite and dragged him by the arm over to the Mon-Keigh. The Mon-Keigh's wounds had been left, for the Eldars' gazing pleasure. Luvt leaned in closely and began whispering sweet things into his new consort's ear.

"Isn't it sweet, this Human has been given to us by the Great Wheel. Offered to us by the Gods of Old, as a token of their worship. They see us in our glory, and they offer these Mon-Keigh as playtoys. Wouldn't it be so very rude not to use them as they are made for?"

"Yes my Lord, very rude My Lord"

Luvt laughed, such an obedient dog. This was something only an Archon could appreciate, having everyone just repeat after you like one of those Mon-Keigh birds. He grew bored and quickly began probing inside the mind of the Kaballite Warrior. Luvt began to softly influence his mind so that he wouldn't get too "excited" at the sight of psychic might. Thanks to the thousands of psychic runes in this chamber, Luvt was free to use his full potential with no worries so long as the runes remained in place. Using his psychic might, Luvt's hand burst into baleful flames and he slowly pressed his hand against the Mon-Keigh's groin.

The human began howling and screaming in anguish. Luvt breathed in the scent of the burning flesh. It reminded him of the gourmet food that his mother used to cook for him. He breathed in the air again, and a memory was envoked. He recalled sitting in his minature throne at the table. Numerous slaves whispering sweet nothings to him. There stood his lovely and annoying mother. Baking one of the most mouthwatering meals he had ever tasted. Roasted garlosh harvested and trapped just moments ago, heavenly spiced with just a hint of fine alhaerina, a spice that originally was harvested from the worlds now swallowed in the eye. Sided with numerous delicacies such as, scrambled jarlek eggs and toasted huren. And to drink? Freshly fermented fruit on the brain pan of an addict addicted to one of the most intoxicating drugs. He remembered watching his mother roll the garlosh side to side on the volcanic stone. He called to mind the way the flesh bubbled with heat and the heavenly aroma that left the tip of his tongue tingling.

He slowly leaned forward and placed his delicate lips against the Mon-Keigh's cheek. He placed one tender kiss after another, before he began slowly nibbling on the crimson and angry muscles made visible by the burnt away flesh. He stuck his tongue out and began lapping at the muscles. He began purring unprincipled words into the Mon-Keigh's ear before he opened his mouth and with his keen fangs tore his ear from his head. His taste buds exploded, the taste was electrifying. He placed his mouth on the hole he just made and began sucking at it. He let out a load moan of pleasure as the sweet ichor of life seeped down his throat.

He grabbed his companion's head and smashed his own bloody red lips against his. He growled in unsurpressed lust and began biting and tearing at his companion's lips. His fresh-faced Kaballite didn't seem to care, as he was too busy exploring the curves of his Master's body. Luvt raised his hand to claw at the Mon-Keigh's eyes. He reached deep within the eye socket of his toy's left eye, plucking the delicious orb out. He pulled away from his companion and plopped the orb into his mouth before reengaging his companion. Luvt and his Companion were busying themselves with pushing the delicate orb around with their tongues when the door to his chamber's were rudely opened. Luvt screamed with rage and hastly stood up to confront the intruder.

"I SPECIFICALLY SAID THAT I DID NOT WANT ANYONE TO BOTHER ME! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS YOU IDIOT, THAT MEANS THIS ROOM IS TO NEVER BE ENTERED UNLESS VECT HIMSELF COMES KNOCKING!"

At the end of his rant, Luvt used his psychic might to snap the slave-boy in half. Blood and viscera spewed everywhere, Luvt himself getting drenched in the boy's vital fluids. The Kaballite hastly stood up and stumbled backwards, coming out of the imposed psychic daze. Seeing that his new consort was quickly becoming frightened and would be useless soon enough, Luvt launched himself at his consort and began biting and tearing at his neck. His blood squirted out, covoring Luvt in even more gore. A ravenous hunger soon overcame Luvt and he began to ripaway at the armor covering his now dying Consort. Once his unscarred torso was visible, Luvt began scratching and biting at the skin. Within a minute the skin and been ripped away, revealing the delicate muscles of the Consort. Snatching and shredding the musclar system of the Consort's torso, Luvt finally reached what he was craving. He began ripping apart the ribcage rib by rib to get to the delicious organs. He began by ripping the heart from the body and hastily gorging himself upon it. Luvt ripped out the consort's intestines and wrapped them around his own neck as a fancy new accessory before dining on his new meals' eyes and tongue.

More to come.

Personality
His nickname "The Raven of Commorragh" is well earned indeed. Always seeking to prove himself the best Commorragh can produce, always willing to perform any dark act to gain the infamy he desires. Luvt's speeches and wording have only been surpassed by The Dark Muses and Vect. Though he shows his loyalty to Vect by being a nice little lesser Archon and offering his services, Luvt is cold, and manipulating being only loyal to his own pleasures

Luvt deeply enjoys the Dark Arts of torture, murder, and raiding even more so then even the average Dark Eldar. Where other Dark Eldar would prefer to kill massive amounts of slaves in a short period of time, Luvt prefers to kill in small numbers with more horrifying plans for his victims. Mere physical torture isn't enough for Luvt. Luvt needs to break his toys until they are fully willing to bow down and accept him as their Lord and Master. His strange fetishes and desires make average Dark Eldar look like the Emperor's Children. It's his uncaring nature that makes Luvt so dangerous, he cares not for the losses of Mon-Keigh or his own kind only caring for his own gains. It's this that allows Luvt to so efficiently murder and butcher his own kind, and then sleep as if he was the most innocent person in the Galaxy.

Because of Luvt's god-complex and his witch-sight capabilities, Silinurl Luvt has come to believe himself not among the Dark Eldar. Owing to the fact that Luvt can see the true aura of the Dark Eldar around him, unless he surpresses his witch-sight, he thinks of them as stupid creatures that just seek to live up the greatness of the Dark Muses. But even though Luvt thinks less of his species, he won't show what he truely thinks.

Luvt's intellect has been compared to the greatest minds of the Eldar, such as Vect or Eldrad, but Luvt always denies these claims (though if he's just playing modest or not is unknown). His thousands of years of studies and intellectual thinking has made Luvt a valuable, if scheming, asset to some of the greater Archons. Although Luvt's knowledge lies deeply in the arts, his vast collection of studies spreads across thousands upon thousands of subjects such as Daemons, languages, tactical thinking, and languages to name a select few.

Luvt has always had a taste for the "finer arts" of Eldar society, enjoying well made foods and arts. A majority of Luvt's private wealth goes to private artists, of various natures, to commission various things to appease Luvt's lust for the fine arts. As a entirely self-absorbed attention seeking person, Luvt takes his art very serious. Luvt spends his days posing for pictures and statues with his Incubus Retinue just to have more artwork in his gallery. Luvt sees art as a way of making oneself immortal, casting yourself within an inanimate object to go on further. Entire feuds have been born from Luvt being insulted by someone even criticizing his artwork.

Relations
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 * Douchard Bagge - Silinurl and Douchard have struck up an incredibly unlikely friendship that crosses racial and cultural boundaries. It might have been a heartwarming story in the grim darkness of the 41st Millennium, except the basis of their friendship involves a great deal of suffering and misery on the part of many others. Douchard keeps Silinurl stocked with exotic slaves and the latest implements of pain from various xeno races (amateur hour stuff compared to the Dark Eldar, but Silinurl collects it regardless). Douchard is willing to engage in this risky business in exchange for arcane treatments to prolong his youth, far superior to the Juvie treatments available to the Imperium's elite.
 * The Tymon - The Tymon hold no love for the Eldar of any type, but they have long recognized the futility of fighting pointless battles. The Dark Eldar are raiders without peer, and rather than face them in open combat, they have have taken to offering tributes of slaves in the hopes of being spared. Silinurl is the foremost receiver of these tributes, taking his pick of the choicest alien slaves and whatever artwork catches his eye. Silinurl enjoys the fact that a mon'keigh faction has learned its proper place within the Great Wheel, specifically kneeling before him. As a reward for their good behavior, he sometimes holds back other kabals.

Appearance
Like all Dark Eldar he is generally thinner then most other humanoids and generally taller then lesser beings. Luvt has the typical "Eldar" appearance, of being flawless in appearance. Luvt's hair is a dark black and is similar to the sleek feathers of a raven, with his skin being more faultless then alabaster. Luvt's body is unblemished in all definitions having no scars, birthmarks, or similar deformities. His features point more towards femininity then masculinity with a curvy figure, small nose, and et cetera. Despite his age, Luvt has remained physically young and doesn't appear older then a young adult. For an Eldar, Luvt keeps his hair surprisingly short only at letting it grow to chin length. When viewed with the Witch-Sight Luvt's true aura is hidden by that of an angelic being, projected by Luvt's psyche.

Skills
Being an Dark Eldar, Luvt has all their "standard" abilities. Lightning fast speed, increased strength and endurance, immortality, agility and various other things. But his abilities go beyond that, his body has been severely modified by his most trusted and skilled Haemonculi. Luvt having underwent the transformation of a scourge, his speed and agility surpasses that of every non-scourge Dark Eldar and at his top speed can easily catch-up to any sort of vehicle. Because of the skill and abilities of Luvt's haemonculi he was able to obtain an even greater version of the scourge transformation.

Although having trained under various masters of various types of weaponry, Luvt focuses his combat abilities on the use of polearms such as Glaives and Guandaos. His skill with these types of weapons allow him to use them efficiently as either lances or swords, and he can easily distract and disarm his opponents with polearms. Although Luvt loves the use of his polearms, he can also be a deadly foe unarmed. Luvt's style of unarmed combat is based on the use of fast strikes in critical areas. He leads and dances around his opponents to lead them into positions where he can efficiently and effortlessly murder them brutally, and slowly.

As a militant tactician, Luvt knows thousands of strategies and military tactics. Luvt is a thoughtful thinker, never wasting an opportunity or wasting a moment to turn the battlefield advantage to his favour. While not as much of a tactician compared to the great minds of Vect or Eldrad, Luvt is dangerous in his own right.

Though Luvt makes use of his physical and mental abilities, in his "arsenal" Luvt also has the ability to call upon prodigious amounts of psychic ability. As an Eldar Psyker, Luvt's power has only grown with his age and intelligence. And even without the psychic protection of his runes, Luvt uses his sheer will to keep Daemons away from his soul and body which is desired for it's immortal capabilities. Luvt doesn't even need gestures to toss Mon-Keigh and their pathetic toy vehicles like they are nothing but dust in the wind. He can launch blasts of eldritch flames that scorch and melt the very soul.

Equipment

 * Guandao "Atherakhia" - Atherakhia is Luvt's most favored weapon, Atherakhia is a power weapon with a curved blade and a extending shaft. Atherakhia's blade is eighteen inches, allowing it to easily impale the average humanoid, while it's handle is seven feet allowing Luvt to easily stay out of melee range for his opponents but keep himself within range. Luvt commonely uses Atherakhia as either a Lance or a Sword.
 * Archon Battle-Suit -  Luvt's Battle-Suit is a modified version of his old Mercenary Armor that just like standard-issue Eldar suits, can respond to neural impulses from Luvt and harden on command, allowing for the Luvt to shrug off civilian-grade firepower, but requiring him to rely on his superior combat abilities and quick reflexes to survive the engagement against more challenging targets. Luvt's battle suit is a dark red with a golden trim and numerous feathers and avian bones located all around it, as well as the classic Avian Helmet all members of his Kabal wear although Luvt's helmet has been modified to look more lordly then his followers', having large gold horns crafted and with numerous jewels across it. Attached to Luvt's suit are numerous soulstones from fallen Craftworld Eldar, among these soulstones there is a single black soulstone containing the essence of a Daemon. Aside from numerous jewels and gems, Luvt also has a semi-sentient cloak of venom-tipped feathers that can flair to protect their master.

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"Me a Dark Muse? Oh you are just a darling, that's so very kind of you. But flattery won't get you anywhere filthy Mon-Keigh."

- Silinurl Luvt "Oh my, a Worldsinger for me! Dear brother I love my new toy, do you want to play with her alongside with me dearest brother?"

- Silinurl Luvt "Dearest brother, I wish to bathe in his blood, eviscerate him and let us play with his organs!"

- Silinurl Luvt "I'm going to use you, and break you, and drop you in the trash like the filth you are... then I'll play with the rest of your family... Mon-Keigh"

- Silinurl Luvt "Your God-Emperor isn't here Mon-Keigh... he doesn't care, I've seen him in his glory and his so called power. Even if he was alive to hear your prayers, he wouldn't listen. But I'll listen to your prayers, I'll hear your cries of agony and I'll ENJOY THEM!"

- Silinurl Luvt

About
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"Sil always cracks me up. He's all 'we will have eternity to know your flesh' one minute and the next he's picking out every detail of a wine's bouquet. Between you and me, I think he likes it when I put in a few plumper slaves in an order. Also if you think about telling the Inquisition about this conversation, you'll be meeting him in person."

- Douchard Bagge

"Never since the time we had marched over ashes of these...excessive things...have I ever encountered one of their kind whose very existence riles me so. It will be a day of celebration and worthy reward to the organics under us that this Luvt meets his end."

- Overlord Hecutee of the Estomik Dynasty

"Soon all will be as I am for the Sevenfold Firmament of Creation has taken our suffering within his breast for him alone to savor. Those who would quaff from the Cup of Suffering, yea even the highest, shall bend the knee to the Master of the Argent Waters, Here and Hereafter. Hallelujah! Hallelujah!"

- Ashur-El's servants fear no evil, even at the end of a Luvt's talons.