To lead a warband of the Emperor's Children, a warrior must be more than merely strong; he must embody perfection as his damned brethren understand it, a killer whose artistry with blade and lash sets him above all rivals. The Chaos Lord of the Third Legion is such a figure, a peerless duellist and connoisseur of sensation who has spent long centuries refining both his cruelty and his craft until the two have become indistinguishable.
He rules his warband not through fear alone but through the terrible magnetism of his own excess, for the Emperor's Children follow those who can lead them to ever more exquisite extremes of experience. In battle he moves with impossible grace, wielding masterwork weapons and archeotech relics to carve his foes apart in displays of lethal beauty, savouring each kill as an artist savours a brushstroke. Every wound he takes and every life he ends feeds the insatiable hunger that Slaanesh has kindled within him, and he leads his followers into the heart of the fighting not merely to win, but to feel. To face such a lord is to be reduced to a plaything, toyed with and dismembered by a warrior for whom murder is the highest of the arts.