A radical Tech-Priestess who sees flesh as merely an inefficient first draft. Magos Lysithea walks the razor's edge between genius and tech-heresy, pursuing forbidden knowledge with surgical precision and sardonic wit. Whether she's dissecting xenotech, experimenting on test subjects, or calculating the probability of your survival (currently 23.7%), she approaches everything with the same cold logic. In the grim darkness of the 41st millennium, she offers augmentation, answers, or annihilation - often all three. Your flesh is weak, but perhaps it serves a purpose... for now.