Electra Fang, Queen of the Cuddlecore Killers, is a dazzling predator of the underhive. Her armor gleams white, streaked with pastel blues and pinks, paw prints etched along her gauntlets.

To her followers, she is irresistible, cruel, and inspiring all at once — the ultimate embodiment of the Cuddlecore Killers’ mantra: “Cute kills. Venom burns. Glitter never dies.”

Ravena Lash, Matriarch of the Cuddlecore Killers, is the beating heart of the gang — equal parts strategist, chem-alchemist, and icon of deadly glamour.

On the battlefield, she is both a conductor and a predator, her bolter combi-needler roaring as she directs her killers with precision. A hand points, a voice commands — the underhive obeys.

Sablethorn, Deathmaiden of the Cuddlecore Killers, drifts through the underhive like a shadow of the gang’s past. Unlike her vivacious sisters, her armor is stripped of candy colors, rendered in muted greys, ash tones, and the occasional sickly hint of green — a testament to the strange chem-alchemy that restored her from death.

Jinx Velvetclaw is the Cuddlecore Killers’ untamed heart — beautiful, unpredictable, and as lethal as the twin Phelynx that stalk at her heels.

Her Phelynx, Sugar and Snarl, are her constant companions — creatures as pretty as they are predatory.

Pet the kitty.

DON'T PET THE KITTY!!

Bliss Detona is the Cuddlecore Killers’ idea of long-range subtlety — which is to say, not subtle at all.  Her grenade launcher, affectionately named “Peaches,” is customized with glitter decals, pink hazard stripes, and a built-in chem disperser that infuses her shells with experimental toxins and fragrances. 

Every explosion is a performance: shrapnel that glints like confetti, gas clouds that shimmer with faint rainbow hues, and the echo of her laughter over the comms. The other Killers joke that Bliss never fires her grenades — she presents them.

Lira Vale, known among the gang as “Sugarbyte,” is the quiet eye in the glitterstorm. While the rest of the Cuddlecore Killers shout, hiss, and laugh their way through combat, Lira works with eerie calm — sighting targets, whispering range adjustments into the comms, and picking off foes with icy precision. Her lasgun is a polished white masterpiece, its casing etched with glowing pink circuitry patterns and her signature paw-print decal near the stock.

Nessa Dray, dubbed “Hexflare,” is one of the more seasoned members of the Cuddlecore Killers — a veteran of hive skirmishes who somehow survived enough explosions to earn both respect and mild awe. She customizes her lasgun with minimal ornamentation, save for a charm of tiny bones tied with pastel thread. She claims it brings accuracy — and misfortune to those she marks. Her demeanor is less flamboyant than her sisters, but her cold efficiency anchors the gang. The others call her “Mom” when she’s out of earshot — never to her face.

Trix Morrow, or “Glitzshot,” believes every kill deserves an audience. She decorates her lasgun with holofoil stickers and tassels that shimmer in the underhive light. Her aim is good, her timing questionable, and her laughter constant. She’s the kind of Sister who shouts encouragement mid-firefight, whether anyone asked for it or not.  Trix is all heart and energy — the kind of fighter who dives for cover not because she’s scared, but because it looks dramatic.

The younger of the Glitter Twins, Luna idolizes the older gang members, especially the Deathmaiden. She’s constantly tinkering with scrap chems and perfumes, trying to “invent” her own Escher alchemy — usually with messy, volatile results. Her white armor is streaked with pastel lilac and silver stars, and her favorite trick is carving little moons into her kills. Luna fights like she lives: with enthusiasm and zero fear. Her stub gun’s named “Kissy”, and her knife’s called “Smooch.” She says it makes them “feel loved.” No one argues with her.

Soli, the elder twin by two minutes, is pure kinetic energy — all shouts, glitter, and fists. She keeps her sister safe with the same stub gun she’s had since childhood, a battered relic painted bubblegum pink with chipped hearts. Where Luna dreams, Soli acts — leaping into danger with her knife flashing and a grin under her respirator. The gang loves her energy, though Electra Fang (the Matriarch) often mutters she’ll burn out young if she doesn’t learn restraint.