(Pronunc. Vawl)

Forename; Vaul:

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A former lord of the kabal of the The Grinning Reaver, Vaul's countenance is ruthless, sardonic grace: a slither of moonlight on the blackest blade kept unseen until his fury is revealed by flashing red ichor. He lives for the thrill of the fight as he has for millennia while his soul withers in gentle depravity at once to connect with another.

Vaul, alone, was led into deepspace because of bitter shame; his failure to destroy his ruling sire being his surest downfall, leading him towards the exotic and the promise of a blackened, empowered soul.

To his kabal, he was contentious, loyal, and known for insatiable raids on the Imperium's ships and outposts as a pitch swathe of ecstasy and fire- until his capture earned him his death.

He was replaced when news reached his Divine and was forgotten within the hands of Man, promised to be killed if he yet ever returned.

A half-brother to the warlord Xirin, Vaul was given life far from Nhera's realmspace. He knows only the void and the sea of stars; an alien to his ancestry. Such life matters not to he who would preserve himself first for pain and pleasure.