[Art by Benny Cumberbun on GO. My Warhammer 40k Inquisitor.]
My name is Jenavive AndrusKevlar. It is inappropriate to ask a lady her age but I have been told by my followers and my own personal retinue that I look in my early twenties. As far as my looks go, I would say that I am relatively short compared to the rest of the people I am around, excluding the children. My height is around sixty-four inches and my weight is approximately one-hundred and twenty-eight pounds. I have hair that, when loose, cascades down my back in a fiery red torrent of tight curls and there is so much of it that it takes about eight pounds right off the top. It lands across my ankles when it’s free however, when it is up, it is twisted into very tight ropes. At the end of each rope is a sharpened silver chakram that can be removed and used in hand-to-hand combat or can be used by my own inner power.
Oh, yes, I am a Psyker Inquisitor of the Ordo Malleus for the Imperium of Man. I serve honestly and with an iron fist for the God-Emperor of Mankind. However, unlike the rest of the Imperial Psykers out there, I hold a special power. I can harness my faith in the God-Emperor as well as harness the energies of the Warp. That is how I have managed to live so long.
But back to what I look like. My eyes are a swirling silver in color and there is no pupil or iris. The entirety of the eye, sclera included, is swirling silver. My skin is pale, nearly translucent but healthy. I have a healthy definition of muscle due to my constant hand-to-hand combat training but more definition wouldn’t bee to terrible. My bust is rather large—a full D cup and thank the Emperor they are still as perky now as before having my twins Andrus and Helga. My hips are also nicely shaped and my backside very plump according to my husband, Psyker Inquisitor Lord Johnathan Kevlar.
My clothes are pretty much different versions of the same thing. I wear a sleeveless, black, mid-length tunic with gold trim and a stitched in, golden symbol for the Emperor on the chest. The tunic goes to higher mid-thigh. Under it I wear of course a bra and some silky, spandex-like mini shorts that allow for maximum maneuverability. Along the tops of my bare feet, running up my shins, over my knees and stopping at the mid thigh is my golden leg armor. The matching hand and arm armor from from the tops of my hands all the way up to cover my elbows. The design was made by my former mentor. Finally, around my right thigh, under the armor but visible to the naked eye should one look, is my Inquisitorial Rosarius, which I received upon becoming an acolyte.
Other than my chakram, physical and psychic power, I have a power sword that was gifted to me by my husband when my psychic staff was destroyed. I use it only when necessary and where there is room to do so, because the sword itself it longer than I am tall.
As much as I hate to say it, my psyker powers are tied very closely to my emotions. The more uncontrolled I am, the stronger I become. There was only one time where my emotions and power got so out of control that I was a danger to my family and my ship—and it was that moment that my husband [whom I was not married to at the time] came to my rescue. I think…that would be the first and last time he ever apologized to me, himself and the Emperor at the same time, or so he tells me, because he hit me to effectively knock me out.
Thank the Emperor he took his gauntlet off first haha.
It is a pleasure to meet you all. If you are not and do not become a heretic, a traitor or a member of Chaos and we will get along fine.