Xy'Leeh, the Abolisher of the Last Sins

	Xy'Leeh was born to a smaller wych cult hidden away from the rest of the Dark Eldar in much of dark space, in what is called the Llmaea, a massive space hulk. From within it's bowels is the remainders of an ancient warp gate, from which they are connected to the rest of the Eldar. The hulk itself traverses space below light speed, but in doing so remains hidden from the world as it remains within no orbit or defined zone.

	Xy'Leeh from a young age was taught the arts of murder and hedonism, but never came to appreciate the pain of others in such the same ways. Instead, she came to enjoy the pains of repentance, watching the prisoners taken from the mon'keigh. They prayed for forgiveness from their emperor, and took towards the fight pits with little reluctance. Their spirits broke long after their bodies, giving a satisfaction she could get from nothing else. As she fought within the pits, she aimed to not break her opponent's bodies from then on, but rather their very soul.

	As a young girl, she was given a chance at a truly great fight, one against the greatest the imperium had to offer, a faithful servant, a sister of battle. Though, she may only be a scout, an initiate, she was as well. Taking her blade, and armor, she came into the ring just as she had so many times before. She was to become a fully fledged wych from this day... However, this woman was confident, and had no inhibitions in her attacks, rushing at her at a very first glance. Xy'Leeh lept to the side, almost without effort dodging the attack and threw a blade. It didn't connect. She parried her next blow, and went for a stab. It too didn't connect. It was a tango, of blade to blade.

	However, as the fight dragged on, and neither shed blood, the first blows were already impacted. She had always aimed to prolong a fight. Years ago, there was a man who had begged for his life, for his wife and his kids, so she taunted him, gave him hope. If he only fought and won he could see them again. She feigned an injury, and on the cusp of his so called win, she struck a tendon on his leg. Kneeling down, unable to walk, she kicked him down, and left him to bleed. He had lost his will to live... But this woman, she could neither be beat in spirit or body. She had never met a man or woman she couldn't conquer. It wasn't that she couldn't simply kill the woman, but even worse she couldn't break her, and in a lapse of judgement, she lost her hand. A lucky blow. In anger, she slit the throat of the woman immediately, and finished the duel before collapsing to the ground, staring at the stump of her arm.

	Waking up later that night, missing an arm, but declared a true Wych, she left. Although they could easily give her a new arm, she had not wanted that. Instead, she wished to leave it as a reminder of her failures, and instead find further what makes the faithful tick... and left into the webway in a small vessel to search for this.