The Rise of Dradeel Linvail (WIP), feedback wanted/welcome.

So as well as painting and modelling, and of course gaming with my new DE i have decided to do a bit of history and background to go with my little pointy ears to give them a bit of character.

I am only in the planning stage so the ideas are very rough but im taking the oppurtunity to introduce the protagonists in this little play of mine and hopefully it will whet some whistles and spark some interest and C and C from fellow budding Archons.

Born in 734.M36 Dradeel Linvail was abandoned by his father and despised by his mother. His early years were solitary and very Brutal. His mother used him as no more than a plaything, barely acknowledging him as her child. She tortured and humiliated him on a daily basis simply for her own amusement, because of this Dradeel was a common sight in the Chambers of the Heamonculi. Whether it be regenerating wounds and or appendiges or some surgical enhancements Dradeel's mother would pay handsomely to keep him alive and prolong the torture she so loved to administer. Little did she realise this would only lead to her eventual death at the hands of her son.
By the time Dradeel was a century old he was one with pain, his trips the the heamonculi tables and all the suffering he had endured had made him almost immune to any type of physical torture. It was during one particularly gruesome session from his mother that he seized his chance. His skin had been almost completely flayed from his body, he feined agony and despair and as his mother hacked and slashed at him thinking him almost dead he lifted his head and with an evil smile glared into her eyes saying simply 'MY TURN!!'. Using all his strength he broke his bonds and with unnatural speed, even for one of the Dark Eldar, he pounced on his mother. She tried to scream out but he wrenched the blood soaked knife from her hand and cut out her tongue. For hours he slashed and gouged, cut and scraped at his mothers body, organs and bones until only a pool of blood was left where she had once lay. Standing their covered in his mothers innards and blood and his own skin still in tatters he ran from his mothers chambers and out into the darkness of Commorragh. Those who knew of Dradeel presumed him dead and with time he was soon forgotten......for a while at least.

Updated today. Did a complete re-write on the advice of a good friend of mine, he does happen to be a writer and he gave me some excellent ideas.

I like it, especially the my turn bit, reminds me of a film, though I can't remember which one. Might be worth putting in a piece about what happened to his father, did he leave, was he killed in a raid/by a rival etc, who took over rule of the kabal afterwards, was it his mother?

Looking forward to hearing about his rise to power though

I like it alot. Fittingly brutal and cruel. It sounds like he will turn into one mean SOB when he grows up!

the "my turn" bit reminds me of V for vendetta. Great fluff, I look forward to reading more.