Name: Hydratus the Viper, the Deceiver, the Traitor Class: Chaos Astartes( Alpha Legion, Chaos undivided) Gender: Male Warband/Legion/Other Association: Alpha legion Regular Equipment: - Main Weapon: Phobos Pattern bolter, Extended Magazine, scope - Secondary Weapon: Lightning claw - Accessory:Extended Magazine, scope (Bolter), deadly poison(Lightning Claws) - Armor:Mark V Heresy Power Armour, typical Alpha Legion colours - Helm (if special/different from armor): - - Special Item (like Jetpack, Sorcerer Book or something like that): Camo Cloak Mutations and/or Chaos God Gifts (Optional):- -History & Appearance: Hydratus is normally sized for an astartes, his skull is clear and hydra tatoos are all over it. Compared to khornate astartes, he looks rather fragile, but as with all things concerning him, this too is one of his many deceptions. His deep, dark green eyes look frightening and a Long deep scar, runs across his left cheek, an reminder of a hard fought battle from a time long past. To an naive observer, there seems to be nothing Special about Hydratus Looks and he uses this to his Advantage, stalking the shadows by using his camo cloak, he is able to perfectly blend in. Hydratus Serpens was once a member of one of the many Alpha Legion cells, scattered all across the galaxy. He has taken part in many daring infiltration actions, staged by the Alpha Legion and is a master of Infiltration. Over centuries he has had his face chirugically changed so often, of course for the sake of covert missions, that he barely remembers what he once looked like. In combat, he relies mainly on dirty tricks and speed, as he lacks brute strenght. He is dishonourable and will exploit all weaknesses he sees in an enemy and it is hard to predict his next move. Where the enemy is strong he quickly vanishes, only to appear at a enemy weak spot. Over the years he has become very skilled at moving unseen, using his camo cloak to blend in with the enviroment and appear at the most advantagous position. Hydratus is often underestimated by friend and foe alike, many have insulted him only to find them selves choking, poisoned by deadly substances, a few days later. His loyalty is unsure and he only serves, who he consideres worthy. Over time, he became cynical and he doesn't believe in anything. He fights not because he believes in something but for the sake of it, he decieves the enemy, because it's the only thing that pleases him. He sees followers of Khorne as unimaginative brutes and despises their way to fight. To him combat is a great game of bluff, deceit deception and betryal and the thing most pleasing to him is an enemies shocked look as he realizes that he has been outsmarted. Before he decided to aid the unholy alliance, Hydratus was part of a small Alpha Legion cell, fostering a chos cult in the outskirts of the realm of Ultrmar, but to his displeasure the cult was destroyed by agents of the Ordo Hereticus and all of his comrades were killed. In the Alpha Legion there is only one punishment for failure, so he chose rather not to return to his Legion. For a Long time, he wandered the eye of Terror without purpose, lending his aid to those who paid him well in return. He sees the unholy alliance as an opportunity to decieve others and to avenge his fallen comrades
#1 gone now probably till tomorrow, movie night #2: => Yes all sort of Cultists are allowed, as long as no meat shield level. Cultist Leader would require you minions, better play them well. If not take a ritualist kind of guy who is on Sister Repentia power level (personal suggestion)
Class: cultist ritualist Name : orgeten Gender : male Warband : unknown Chaos god association: tzentch Equipment : Ritual book containing various abilities and powers of his gods Auto gun Sacrificail knife Stolen arbite armour Ritual componets Mutations: third eye History and apperance: orgeten is quite the odd figure seemily didvid down the middle. his left side of his face bearing two eyes one beneath the other. Orgeten minus the mutations and such is actually quite young. The arbite armour that is just a bit too big on him he stole during the chaos awakening on abliezan 12 in which he killed its wearer after he turned their companion into a mutated monster with a gift from tzentch and drove their other companion mad. The book itself before being a simple tome before having a slight trip through the warp amd its pages were full of powers he could use from his god who rewarded him quite well This good ?EDIT: changed because god rivalry
Name: Aldian Tacet Class: Corrupted Telepathica Scholar Gender: Male Warband/Legion/Other Association: Tzeentchian Regular Equipment: - Mindweaver's Thread A metal staff adorned with runes and motifs dedicated to the Lord of Lies, it is currently mundane save for being a focus for minimal amounts of Immaterial energy. - Mindweaver's Needle A simple dagger decorated to appraise the Master of Fortune, it is often used in the various insane ritual ceremonies of Tacet's daily routines. Many have lost their lives to this accursed blade in ritual sacrifice, imprinting it with slight emotions of both despair and Aldian's own intrigue. - Mindweaver's Mantle Robes of a ritualistic nature, the tattered and black appearance would be enough to fool the unwary of the many arcane processes it has gone through. Coated in the blood of the psychically sensitive and cleansed in gentle, violet flames of change, these robes have a very unpredictable nature to assist or assail their wearer in a plethora of very minor and subtle ways. - Mindweaver's Catalyst Bearing an orb of runed-scarred obsidian, Aldian has many times attempted to focus his will through this pendant. Though he still lacks the necessary power to use it as a Psyker would, his determination has imprinted his limited psychic signature upon the item, waiting for the moment where he may finally unleash his will through it. - Tomes, Scrolls and Dataslates of Occult Lore Constantly learning, constantly recording, it would be a rare sight indeed to see Aldia without a tome or scroll in his hand, the third eye upon his forehead scanning it ceaselessly. The nature of this knowledge he bears is most forbidden to those of the Imperium, dark secrets of the Immaterium that the sane mind was not designed to bear. Mutations and/or Chaos God Gifts: - The Third Eye Part mutation, part Gift, Aldian's forehead possesses a third eye of an arcane appearance. The brilliant, shifting blues of the eye itself swirl and unravel around the fixed, black pupil. This eye sees not only into the Materium, but also possesses some limited sight into the flows of the Great Ocean, this second sight is not as attuned nor powerful as a Navigator's, but offers an otherwise mortal sage the gift of Psynicience. - The Weaver's Arm Scarred with burning runes and a menacing clawed hand, this daemonic limb pulses with minor fluctuations of Immaterial energy, simply waiting for its bearer to unleash it upon the world. Had Aldian possessed the necessary powers or knowledge of a true Sorcerer, this energy could be directed as a focus of the Tzeencthain arts. - Informational Singularity Aldian's mind has an unnatural ability of retention and processing power. While not a true boost to his already naturally formidable intelligence, it allows him to recall and gather information at astonishing speeds. The Great Architect is not charitable, however, and all gifts come with a price. If Tacet does not take in new and exotic information, his mind begins to deteriorate, as if his very psyche suffers from a vampric nature for knowledge. History: Not all of those in the Adeptus Astra Telepathica are Psykers. Often it is considered beneficial to have more mundane Humans study the sanctioned information on various natures of the Immaterium, for they do not bear an inherent connection to the darkness and may also be taught the various rites of protection as any Sanctioned Psyker may. Thus was Aldian's life for nearly four decades, assisting his Telepathica temple and its Psykers in instructing, researching or simply ensuring that the many Psychic rites were undergone in the proper manner. However, some were concerned at his staggering ability in these fields, with an impressive intelligence and oddly strong desire to learn, it would not be long before his mastery of the Telepathica's lore left him with fewer and fewer things to learn. Ultimately, it was the Architect of Fate and his minions who orchestrated Aldian's downfall. Through the course of many years they altered the situation around him, pushing him just a little into half-Forbidden territories, then a little more, then a little more and so on. He had never been so satisfied, the potential knowledge he could wield expanded a thousandfold once the restraints of the sanctioned and restricted were shattered. Perhaps he could have used this knowledge to help the universe, to assist Humanity in controlling and improving its ever emerging psychic talents, or at least this is what he told himself. Once he began to allow the Warp to truly touch his psyche, all hope of his works assisting Humanity was burned within the fires of change and chaos. He found himself growing more and more capable by the week, where once he could spend days reading a smaller tome, he could now comprehend it in one. Unfortunately, as his knowledge and capabilities improved, so did his hunger for the things that he sought, more than once had he spent a night as an emotional wreck, scarred by the unbearable absence of things to learn in the Librarium sections he could gain access to. Nobody knows what happened to Aldian, not since he took some of the most restricted information in the Telepathica temple's Librarium and fled into the Galaxy. Appearance: [Will likely write up something too, to better describe his facial/bodily features and mutations]
Well I am open to suggestions if you want a half-cybernetic guy, surely we could arrange special modules in replacement of mutations / chaos gifts. Although there are Chaos Undivided Gifts that could suit an Iron Warrior, such as the Metal-fusion of armor & flesh. Looks fine, go to the recruitment officer where you will be automatically forwarded to the Bridge. (Except you want like @DeathKorpsOfKrieg did as already member of the crew) ty for following my PM request
Name: Dyson Oni the Silent Class: Chaos Space Marine Assault --> Aspiring Warpsmith? Gender: Badass Warband/Legion/Other Association: The Bloodborn/Iron Warriors/Apolakron or Brethren of Steel Regular Equipment: - Main Weapon: Bolter - Secondary Weapon: Chain Axe - Accessory: Frag Grenades - Armor: Mark V - Helm: Mark VII (salvaged and repaired) - Special Item: Psyber-Raven trophy Mutations and/or Chaos God Gifts (Optional): - Fleshmetal - Mind of Metal - Servo Arm History & Appearance: Dyson has served with the Iron Warriors for untold Millenia. For him, all of it might as well be a bad dream. His legion cares not for the powers the warp provides, seeing them as tools to be exploited like any machine. Earning the title of Silenced for speaking out against his old Warsmith master, even after the Warsmith was struck down and replaced the name followed him. Might also be from engaging in war with out a word uttered, tends to blend into the background, and is easily overlooked. It was thanks to this trait that he managed to escape from the disastrous defeat at Ultramar at all. Now he travels the warp and materium in search of purpose. Ignoring the whispers of Chaos, replacing flesh with bionic, mostly from salvaged or stolen equipment. Chaos is however very persistent and took advantage of his habit for not removing his power armor. He is now fusing with his armor, albeit very slowly. Replacing his left leg and right hand. Eventually it will consume him, but he chooses to ignore it until it either goes away or doesn't matter any more. Recently he came into conflict with an Inquisitor and his retinue. Passing through a planet during a Chaos Siege, searching the crumbling cities for anything of value or a distraction from his boredom. What he found was an Inquisitor trying to summon a daemon to use against the chaos forces. The idiotic fool went so far as to offer Dyson a position of power in the madman's schemes. Without a word, all were slaughtered and the ritual scrubbed. All that remained was a Inquisitor's familiar, a psyber-raven. Deciding he liked it, Dyson took it and never looked back. Best vacation in centuries, now he has a taste for slaying Imperial hypocrits above anything else. His hobbies include; tinkering, stealing technology, repurposing said technology, repairing his armor, killing, paying homage to Perturabo. His one true master, savior, and judge. Dyson carries a small platesteel disk with his Primarch's profile at all times. It serves no purpose, besides Dyson's own spiritual expression. Very common among the Iron Warriors. He's quiet at first, but once you get to know him... then the crazy starts!
