| Alas, you are an Eldar. |
Your skin is pale, as it has never seen sunlight. You grew up on a spaceship and were born for this fate – to become a space warrior in this endless grinder. Your body bears the marks of upgrades – thin tubes protrude from your ribs, and sensors are implanted under your skin. Whether you are light or dark, you are already cold, like space itself. You have no homeland; it was destroyed long ago. But you have become accustomed to this and still feel the stirrings of old roots within you, calling upon the gods and performing magic. World: WARHAMMER40000 |
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In that case, I'd rather go to space:D
