Probably take a look at it in a little bit, write it while playing BF1 so I probably wasn't giving it the proper attention it needed but whatever. Also yes, English is my first (And only) language. I know a couple of words in other languages at most. I believe he's busy at the moment as his Norse RP OOC thread is awaiting for his return.
This hasn't actually started yet. i've been gathering people. right now the hulk is floating in space. Like some kind of spacey hulk.
Ah understood, any projections based on when you might be starting up? If I'm allowed to bother of course.
Name: Simus Psyrakon Rank: Space marine librarian, codicier Title(s): Commander of the Boros Paladins 4th company Commander of the strike cruiser Candle of Faith Age: 205. Appears to be in his late 50's Sex: Male Eye Color: Light brown Hair Color: Silver, long and straight down to his shoulders. It can be easily seen as he has yet to earn a psychic hood. Height: 7 feet 4 inches, 8 feet in power armor. Weight: 813 lbs. 1813 lbs in power armor. Equipment: Mark V Aquila power armor painted librarian blue. The emblem of the Boros Paladins, an orange fist with a burning halo, is on the left shoulderpad and the symbol of the librarium is on the right. .998 godwyn pattern bolter with red dot sight. Simus has had this bolter ever since his days as an initiate and it has never left his side, not even during his days as a lexicanum writing report scrolls for the chapter's history. 3 drum magazines with krakin bolts. 50 rounds each. Mark XIII "Hell's Teeth" pattern chainsword, painted librarian blue and fitted with psychic crystals to focus Simus' power. He has had this sword for over a hundred years and keeps it in pristine condition despite constant use. A silver force staff with a large, heavy head in the shape of the imperial aquila and a large spear tip at the other end. The staff is perfectly smooth and polished to a mirror shine, reflecting the light around it. It was forged specifically for Simus upon his ascension to codicier and he considers it one of the greatest gifts he has ever received. he is able to channel bolts of psychic lightning through the staff as a ranged attack powerful on the order of a shot from a stalker boltgun and has enough practice to fire both it and his bolter while moving, saturating his targets in fire before closing in for the kill. Off duty apparel consisting of a white t shirt with the chapter symbol on the front, a pair of green fatigue pants and black combat boots. A space marine, especially a librarian, has little time to rest so Simus does not wear this apparel often so he enjoys the time he does. he changes into a pair of mesh shorts to sleep in. Augmentations: None. Simus' body has remained whole through his centuries in the Emperor's service. Personality: Intelligent, creative and unusually compassionate for a space marine. Simus treats almost everyone he meets as an equal, from his own battle brothers to the serfs who serve them to the guardsmen they fight alongside. He is eager to socialize off the battlefield and is fiercely protective while on it, often putting himself at great risk to protect his brothers and going to great lengths to protect or evacuate human civilians and soldiers. He has a talent for kindling hope in those he fights with, especially imperial guardsmen, and will even take time to comfort them when the situation is safe enough. Some of his brothers see his compassion as foolish and even dangerous but others see him as a beacon of hope, an example to his brothers who choose to simply be angels of death. However, Simus has a burning, almost irrational hatred for chaos space marines and daemons thanks to the machinations of chaos almost destroying his chapter. Simus will throw his normally cautious tactics to the wind when engaging chaos in favor of an all out assault and will often lose himself in bloodlust, especially against daemons. Biography: Simus was born in the underhive of Hive Jericho on the hive world of Malice in the Boros Paladins' home system of Progressio. His parents Marie and Jonah lived in a ruined shanty protected by a local gang. Jonah fixed and maintained their weapons and Marie cooked and cleaned for them. When Simus was six years old the shanty was overrun by mutants trying to escape a large scale arbites raid and almost everyone was killed but Simus and his mother survived. They survived by running, hiding and living off scraps until his mother was raped and murdered by another gang two years later. With no one left to care for him Simus had to look out for himself, running, hiding and stealing whatever he needed to survive. But when he was ten his luck started to change. The Boros Paladins had come down to the underhive to look for recruits and Simus was one of several children who decided to follow them, awestruck and curious of the giants in red and white armor and with guns the size of a grown-up that made anything they touched explode. About twenty of the children were fast and clever enough to follow the marines all the way to the great staircases which led into the middle hive and it was there that the astartes acknowledged them. They told the children that they were space marines, warriors of the Emperor who destroyed all of his enemies and that by surviving the journey to the upper level they had proven themselves worthy to become recruits of the chapter. All of the children accepted and were taken by thunderhawk to Progressio and then to its moon Boros. It was like entering heaven itself. None of them had ever seen the sky let alone space and now they were being carried away on a massive ship to parts unknown. They had also known more comfort than they ever thought possible. They were given clean clothes, a hot bath, a haircut, a warm bed to sleep in and more food than they had even know existed. When they arrived at Progressio they felt as if they had entered paradise itself. It was a warm, bright civilized world akin to Ancient Terra tens of thousands of years ago and its people enjoyed safe, comfortable lives with a strong sense of duty. Simus was a wellspring of questions and interjections for the entire four-day trip but when he saw this beautiful world, so very different from his own, he was silent. He knew, deep within his soul that this was where he wanted to live or at the very least fight for. Something so rare and precious as an imperial world that was truly safe needed the space marines and they needed new blood. Simus would be that new blood. Simus passed every trial that was thrown at the aspirants and as his psychic abilities manifested he was chosen to be recruited into the librarium. No one had found him wanting and he had proved himself to be strong enough to face any challenge and eager to learn everything he could. During his time as a lexicanum he read every single book in the chapter's librarium that was permitted to him and then demanded more. Of particular fascination to him is pre-imperial history covering Old Night and the Golden Age of Technology. The fact that humanity could rise to such incredible power that the average man wanted for nothing and then to lose it all to their own automaton creations struck Simus as both tragic and infuriating and the rebuilding of humanity during the Great Crusade filled him with hope and respect for The Emperor. The Horus Heresy filled him with hatred for Chaos and sorrow for The Emperor and his legions. Knowing so much about the past has given Simus some disdain for the current imperium and some contempt for organizations such as the Adeptus Mechanicus and the Inquisition who seem to rule by fear and secrecy and allow their own hubris or mistrust of others to destroy ancient knowledge of science and technology. However, Simus is fully confident that given time and proper leadership with faith in the Emperor humanity can regain its glory days and all that it has lost over the last forty thousand years and he has made it his mission in this universe to make that happen. Now, two hundred years later, Simus leads a strike cruiser and a space marine company to the space hulk Tomb of Madmen. He is eager to secure the vessel for the Emperor and to explore and catalogue every last piece of it, from the largest pieces of archeotic to the smallest rivet. He has read all of the legends of the infamous hulk and is eager to learn the truth about it. He hopes to share anything he finds with the rest of the imperium and secretly hopes to find ancient STC machines inside. If such a machine could be found and it were fully functional the imperium could build everything it could ever want and his dream would be realized. It would be the holiest of relics, a machine that could spread and replicate infinite knowledge. But would the tech-priests who will surely take possession of it be willing to share that knowledge? Simus has tried not to think about that. For now he can only do his duty and worry about the future as it comes.
