Tiny dancer

It took me all week to get her to a colour that worked, but the Masque is finally painted and based.

Originally she was purple, but her hair was the same colour, so it didn't stand out enough. I'm still not entirely happy with it, but it's most likely one that I'll revisit after I've done everything else. So 2015.

That's a character done, so next up is some regular peoples: Bloodletters.

I'll just be doing 10 for now. 40 would be a bit much for just one go, and I want to have a chance to finish them before the campaign starts this Sunday.

Speaking of which, here's Lieutenant #1 and his/her/its/whatever backstory:

Herma, the Deceiver

After experiencing a defeat in a battle centuries ago, Herma was a lowly Daemonette captured by the victors. Feigning a futile struggle against the meagre binding spells they placed upon him/her/it/whatever was part of a long-term plan, for while they performed useless experiments to determine the weaknesses of the Daemons, he/she/it/whatever was gathering the power to strike back.

Knowing that a single Daemonette could hardly destroy a city in a night, Herma bided his/her/its/whatever time until the researchers became convinced they had learned everything that they could and left him/her/it/whatever “safely” caged away for a century. In that time the Daemon was forgotten and the city grew. A whorehouse was built in an adjoining building and Herma fed off the energy that leeched through the walls.

As time passed, Herma grew bloated with sinful power and a glorious transformation occurred, reshaping him/her/it/whatever into a mighty Keeper of Secrets. With newfound speed and unbelievable efficiency, Herma slayed the entire population of the city in mere moments. As the last soul was reaped, he/she/it/whatever vanished into the void, returning to serve Slaanesh once more.

*Herma is a uniquely skilled fighter, his/her/its/whatever speed and practiced reflexes rivalling the ferocity that is expressed by Larry

*Herma is a superior leader to both Larry and Cyrus, but has no desire for the rigors of higher command

*Herma once joined a circus to practice disguising his/her/its/whatever form, and proved to be an excellent juggler, singer, dancer, and bearded lady. The adventure ended one night when Herma accidentally sung a Siren Song, causing the crowd to rush the stage. There were no survivors.

"With a gun-toting trigger-happy tranny named Kinky Renee."

          -No Aphrodesiac, by The Whitlams (also originally included in an MGF song)