Drezla Mallus is a Hiver, there is no denying that. It would be impossible to mistake those eyes that have seen all the horrors of humanity, and the faint smell of too many unwashed bodies pressed together that Hivers can never fully wash off, for anything else. But unlike the countless wretches that make up the factories and reclamation centers of her native Volg, she is no malnourished waif. Hers is a body thick with muscle, and length of bone has given her some impressive height. The intimidating form of the Volgite is only enhanced by old scars that speak of countless back ally fights, and calloused hands that are used to violence. In a pragmatic move, her long brown hair has been gathered into a more manageable mass of dreadlocks. While not short enough to slip through any grasping hands that might attempt a dirty move in some barroom brawl, she isn't the type to get into fistfights. If someone put hands on her, the knives come out, it is simple as that. Which has become an event that she lost count of long ago.

Beyond the blessings of nature and proper nutrition, Drezla's choice of attire does nothing to dissuade her dangerous air. Not wealthy or connected enough to acquire high-end Carapace armor, the simple ganger leathers she sports bear the scars of many firefights on its scratched surface. A dual hip rig holds whatever pair of knives she happens to have on her person at the time of her mission. The shorter weapons are perfect for the cramped tunnels of Underhives and labyrinthine decks of starships. For when subtly is required, she usually wears a ganger jacket to hide her weaponry. On the heavy leather belt around her waist, she displays an old tin icon bearing the glorious form of the Golden Throne. This marks her as one of the faithful, which shouldn't be too surprising in a place like the Imperium. However, when engaging in acts of faith of her cult, or on a particularly deadly mission, Drezla has been known to paint her face with death's head warpaint. To let the foes of the Emperor know what soon awaits them.

The story of Drezla Mallus is not a happy one. She is but one of the uncountable filthy Underhivers that haunt the lower reaches of the already hellish Volg Hive. Her parents were simple maintenance workers for Lower Chemical Reclamation Center 337686-J. A profession they were born into, and most likely would have inducted their daughter into had fate not intervened. It would have been a thankless life, with hours of crushing, mindless, soul-draining labor for little pay, but at least it would have kept Drezla from being scooped up my the vicious gangs that prowled the dark tunnels. That dream died with her parents however, when a regrettably common occurrence befell them. A centuries old pipe burst, spilling millions of gallons of acidic chemicals in the tunnels that her parent's worked. There weren't even any bodies to recycle when the tunnels were pumped clear. The disaster threatened Drezla personally as well, as the worker habs we located close to the work site. Only by climbing atop the prefab buildings was she able to stay above the toxic stew.

So, barely a girl of eight years old, she joined the masses of near feral street urchins. For two years, she scrambled for survival and did anything and everything she had to in order to survive. Having already been marked by watchful eyes that note those of tragic background, those same eyes became more intrigued with Drezla when they noted her competence and skills. In the middle of one night-cycle, she was taken by a man in black. He secreted her to a hidden sanctuary for The Moritat Death Cult. While most urchins might have resisted being kidnapped, Drezla was a survivor, and the shelter, food, and safety that these people offered was just what she needed. For the next fifteen years, she studied their particular dogma, and more especially, their mastery with all manner of blades. But she could not stay hidden forever of course.

She was sent out on her Travail. To see and explore the greater Imperium, and bring her faith to the enemies of Mankind. The rumors of The Moritat having close ties with the Officio Assasinorum and the Inquisition, for she was only a year into her Travail before she was approached by an Acolyte of the Inquisition and inducted into a newly formed Cell. For her part, Drezla is pleased with this arrangement. She gets a powerful Patron, and is still able to "proselytize" with impunity.