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CHARACTER SHEET TIME!!!!!!!!

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Name: Kayvaan Steele

Gender: Male

Species: Space Marine

Age: 40

Homeworld: Deliverance

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Height: 6'9

Weight: 300 lbs

Eye Colour: Brown

Hair Colour: Black

Hair Style: Shaved, with an extremely thin layer of hair.

Facial Hair: Soul Patch

Distinguishing Feature: N/A

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Affliction: Imperium of Man, Space Marines, Raven Guard Chapter.

Rank: Scout

Sexuality: Straight

Relationship state: Single

Personality: Calm, however as he has no geneseed he does not have the same personality/mentality of most Space Marines. He can be somewhat witty and sarcastic.

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Weapons: Sniper Rifle, Bolt Pistol, Combat Knife.

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Other Equipment: Binoculars.

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Kayvaan Steele was born on Deliverance, the Raven Guard home world, named after a famous soldier of the Raven Guard themselves. His family were civilians, miners to be exact. He was expected to become one too, once he came of age. He trained constantly at an early age, to become strong enough to handle hours upon hours of mining without dropping of exhaustion.

Once he hit the age of 16, he started work in the mines. Although he was both willing and capable of doing it, Kayvaan hated it. He worked in there for two years before finally giving up, cursing under his breath the entire time. He attempted to join the Raven Guard, however it proved extremely hard for him. He was too old to receive a geneseed, however after some hesitation the Raven Guard eventually accepted him, as they were shorthanded as they always are. Without the geneseed, he was unlikely to survive long anyway, however if he did he would be one of the more seasoned soldiers.

Genetic implants, however, were not out of the question. It took several years before they were complete, due to the lack of a geneseed. Once the surgery was complete, Kayvaan begun training. He learnt the ways of the Raven Guard, how to Wraith-Slip, etc. This proved to take a much longer time than it did for the other trainees, as he was of course missing the geneseed. On a plus side, however, this led to him practicing more than the other recruits and even becoming better at it then some.

For a year, Kayvaan served the Emperor as a Scout, infiltrating enemy lines constantly. His first mission was to investigate a world thought to be controlled by Chaos. He was equipped with a Bolter Pistol, Sniper Rifle and Combat Knife, being the sniper of his Scout squad for the mission. He arrived to the planet, ready to explore. Within half an hour, his squad was completely wiped out. Murdered by Chaos. They managed to kill one or two, but it barely helped. Kayvaan managed to flee, but not without a few wounds. He called in a dropship, whom hesitantly landed to rescue Kayvaan. He was fixed up in the next few days, ready for more action.

Just before his 41st birthday, he was sent to the Omega system with a squad of other Scout Marines, equipped with the same weapons he carried on his first mission. He took this as a bad omen, as he additionally had no idea who put them on the mission. Just a "higher-up", he was told. He sat on the dropship, gritting his teeth and waiting to land.

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Name: Thirianna Servanus

Gender: Female

Species: Eldar

Age: 217

Homeworld: Craftworld Ulthwe

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Height: 6'7 (1.95 meters)

Weight: 87 Kg (191 lbs)

Eye Colour: Crimson

Hair Colour: White

Hair Style: Flowing

Facial Hair: N/A

Distinguishing Feature: None

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Affliction: Eldar, Craftworld Ulthwe

Rank: Warlock

Sexuality: Pansexual

Relationship state: Single

Personality: Intelligent, thoughtful, rational. Can be sarcastic. Cold during battle.

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Weapons: Witchblade, Fusion Pistol

Armour/Clothing: Rune Armor, Ghosthelm

Other Equipment: Runes of Battle.

Spells: Destructor/Renewer

Retinue: 2 Wraithguard

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A young Eldar from Craftworld Ulthwe, Thirianna joined the Path of the Warrior early on in life. She spent roughly 30 years of her life as a Striking Scorpion Aspect Warrior, learning all the deadly skills needed to master the aspect. She trained and fought constantly, almost reaching the point of Exarch. But she stopped before reaching that point, she left the Path of the Warrior, choosing to make a simpler way through life.

For 10 years, Thirianna chose to live a civilian life, working as a Bonesinger like her father, making ships and other wraith constructs. Although it was peaceful and easy work, she never really found it as something you could do your whole life. And so she left. After this, there was only one more path left to try. The Path of the Seer.

Thirianna's work as a Seer came in the form of a becoming a Warlock, as she had already been on the Path of the Warrior. She trained in the Hall of Seers for many years, learning more about the Skein and the fates of those around here. She learnt how to apply her Psychic abilities outside of the Hall, allowing her to use them in battle.

Currently Thirianna is on her fourth official mission as a Warlock, in a strange backwater system named "The Omega System" by the Mon'Keigh. It was filled to the brim with the scum of the universe, Orks, Humans, even a few Tau'vu. The place was perfect for a Chaos Incursion.
The objective of her mission was to find any trace of Chaos, follow it back to its source, and destroy anything or anyone it has already corrupted. And so, with an escort of 2 Wraithguard, she took a ship and was off to begin her mission.

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Name: Atacus Malus

Gender: Male

Species: Adeptus Astartes (Space Marine)

Age: 130

Homeworld: Necromunda, Segmentum Solar

PHYSICAL SHIT

Height: 7’6

Weight: 780 lbs

Eye Colour: Steel Gray

Hair Colour: Silver

Hair Style: Shorn close to the head in a four inch strip from the base of Atacus’ skull to his hairline.

Facial Hair: None

Distinguishing Feature: Atacus never removes his helm if he can help it. When Atacus is in a place where he is required to remove his helm, such as when attending devotional services aboard a chapter vessel, the Veteran Sergeant hides his face deep within the folds of his hooded robes.

None of his troops have ever seen his face. Only his Captain, Darnath Lysander of the First Company has seen the Sergeant’s face. His body bears few scars that are not surgical in nature, save a massive ragged line across Malus’s abdomen caused by an Iron Warrior, on the planet Malodrax during Lysander’s scouring of the traitor chapter from the planet.

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Affliction: Imperial Fists

Rank: Veteran Sergeant

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Relationship state: Single

Personality: Like most Imperial Fists Astartes, Malus is a quiet man; he rarely says a word, even amidst a battle, to give orders. He is a stubborn man who internalizes pain and attempts to master it. As a result, Malus has undergone countless hours of self-inflicted body hardening and physical conditioning.

Many of Atacus’s men believe that the Veteran is nigh invincible, though this is a gross over-estimation of the Sergeant’s prowess, simply put, Malus has a martial prowess and sheer willpower, as are common traits among the Imperial Fists, due to their mutated gene-seed lacking the sus-an membrane and Betcher’s gland.

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Weapons: The Veteran Sergeant carries a rare Tigrus Pattern Bolter, the STC for which has been lost for eons, though boltguns of this mark are still in service in the 41st Millennia. The Veteran Sergeant also carries a more common Hell's Teeth Pattern Chainsword in addition to several Krak grenades on his belt.

Armour/Clothing: Mark VII Aquila Power Armor, with Mark VI Corvus Power Armor left pauldron

Other Equipment: Extra armor components carried in the pack portion of his power plant due to Malus's frequent lone excursions.

BACKSTORY SHIT
Malus participated in the attack on Malodrax in 966 M41 when Captain Lysander’s forces scoured the Iron Warriors from the world. While there he received the Iron Halo, one of many honors he would receive on his way to becoming a more prominent soldier in the eyes of his captain.

Malus continued to fight as valiantly and just as hard as any man around him, but it was during the Defence of Miral II in 997.M41 that Malus finally became a figure of great importance. Tyranid bioforms attacked the fortifications of the besieged Imperial Fists and the First Company Veterans were strung thin defending holes in the Imperial lines.

Malus and his squad went chainsword to talon against several Prime Tyranid Warriors and a Lictor that had been lurking behind embattled Captain Lysander and his command squad. Alactus, silent as always, held the bioforms off with a mixture of squad bolter fire and savage strikes and ripostes with his own chainsword He slew several of the attackers personally and led his brothers of Squad Malus on the charge to drive this incursion force from behind the Imperial line.

Malus’s action lasted long enough for Lysander to reinforce the Imperial Fist’s lines and drive off the Tyranid forces. Then in a daring counter attack, the Astartes, with Squad Malus at thier Captain’s heels drove the Tyranids back, little by little, for seven solar days. On the seventh day the bioforms broke rank and were hunted down by the now victorious Astartes. After the battle, Lysander approached the Sergeant and took his own Imperial Laurel and placed it around Malus’s helm so that all would know of his and squad Malus's deed.

For several years to come, Malus found himself under the watchful gaze of a senior brother or even the Captain himself.

One day, two years after the saving his Captain’s life, Lysander himself finally was ready to tell the Sergeant why he had, had Malus watched so closely. But the Captain wasn’t going to give the Veteran the information without a fight.

Lysander stepped into the training cage to spar with the Veteran Sergeant. Lysander was wider and more heavily muscled than the Sergeant and even without his ornate artificer Tactical Dreadnought armor, he was still a massive mountain of a man. Malus and Lysander sparred back and forth for several hours; hours in which Alactus barely managed to stay on his feet in the wake of his Captain’s crushing blows. Alactus landed a few solid shots to the other man but only received more punishment as a result.

The Sergeant knew he couldn’t take any more hits, but also knew that he couldn’t take the massive Captain head-on. In one smooth motion, Alactus dove under the next blow from Lysander and tucked into a ball at the apex of his dive. When Malus stood, he rose onto the balls of his feet and struck at the Captain’s slightly bent left leg in a flash of motion that would blur the eyes. In a grunt of surprise, the Captain went to a knee Alactus jumped on his back with his arm around Lysander’s neck. The muscles of the man’s shoulders and neck where taunt as guy ropes. Alactus knew he had made a mistake when the Captain slammed all his weight onto the Sergeant as he fell onto his back. Malus felt the wind explosively forced from his chest and he gasped for air.

The Captain rolled, bringing Alactus with him, and stood. He flipped the Sergeant off his back and sent the man sprawling to the mat. Malus struggled to rise and even as his body refused he still tried. Lysander put his foot on the Veteran’s chest and said “Rise Sergeant.” Alactus fought his body, his muscles spasming randomly and jolts of pain lit his entire frame as the man struggled to rise. “Captain…. I.. I can’t!” Alactus’s voice was hoarse from the strain of being pushed to the deck as well as from years of unused.

Lysander pushed down hard, and his normally amiable countenance filled with rage “Then you are of no use to me Sergeant Malus. Now. Rise.” Alactus didn’t fight to breathe, nor did he fight to regain his dimming vision, all he focused on was making his battered body move. Alactus emitted a harsh bark of laughter, his little used voice causing tendrils of discomfort in his lower throat, and used reserves of strength he had not known he possessed to lift the massive sandaled foot of his Captain away from his body and climb to his knees. He then pushed off the ground and stood on unsteady feet as he swayed back and forth.

Lysander steadied the Sergeant with a massive hand “Steady, warrior. Welcome to my personal command. From this day forth you shall no longer command Squad Malus, your second will fill your place in your stead. You now report directly to me. I have need of a soldier who can think on his feet, use his head when fighting a superior foe and operate under extreme conditions. Over your years of service to me Sergeant, you have shown that you possess these very traits I seek. It is why now, you will be my eyes and ears among the stars.

Go. Go to a pace called The Omega System, it lies on the far reaches of Imperial Space where the light of the Emperor barely touches. Here you will find a great many things. None of them will be what you have experienced before. You will have no support save for what you take with you. When you go there, travel to the planet Omega I, a terrible jungle world… It is here that an artifact of Dorn has been detected by our Reclusiarch. As you can see, this mission of utmost importance, but if others were to know of your excursion, many undesirables would soon be scouring the planet to find and corrupt the artifact. We cannot allow this.

Go now Sergeant Malus, you will find a shipping freighter heading to The Omega System docked with our battle barge now. Once on board, find the locked box labeled “Malus” and retrieve its contents, they may be useful to you on your mission. Good luck brother sergeant and go with my blessing. For the Emperor!” Alactus hoarsely yelled the phrase back to his Captain and took off in search of his new mission and the next chapter of his life.

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Name: Karly Grey

Gender: Female

Species: Human

Age: 26

Homeworld: Mordian

PHYSICAL SHIT

Height: 5’8

Weight: 60 kg

Eye Colour: Brown

Hair Colour: Dull/Dark Blonde

Hair Style: Somewhat long, goes down a few inches below shoulders.

Facial Hair: N/A

Distinguishing Feature: Small scar just right of lip, going diagonally up. (See picture). Received from a Cultist taking her by surprise on a mission.

FACTION/RELATIONSHIP SHIT

Affliction: Imperium of Man, Inquisitor, Ordo Hereticus

Rank: (If any) Inquisitor

Sexuality: Pansexual, restricted to Humans.

Relationship state: Single

Personality: Usually friendly, however years of executing heretics has made Karlys’ personality slightly darker. This is supported by her Mordian upbringing. Usually calm and serious on a mission.

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Weapons: Power Sword, Inquisitor Inferno Pistol, Combat Knife.

Armour/Clothing: See picture ^

Other Equipment: Metal rosette of the Inquisition necklace, often wrapped around right hand.

BACKSTORY SHIT
Karly was born on Mordian, the planet of “eternal night”. Born into a militaristic family, she was expected to enlist into the Mordian Iron Guard once she came of age. She was trained by her parents at a young age, her Father being a senior officer not having to leave the planet for some time. She was trained to embrace the night, using it’s cover to her advantage. Although she didn’t put it into practical use at the time, she proved excellent at target shooting.
At the age of 18, she enlisted with the Iron Guard. An unusual visitor attended her training with the other recruits, a short but fit man clad with leather looking clothes. Karly showed prowess in her combat skills, proving herself. The visitor picked her out of the rest of the recruits, offering her an entirely new occupation. The visitor revealed himself as an Inquisitor, the secretive police force of the Imperium. He asked for her to accompany him on a “job”, to purge a number of heretics from a world; Omega V. The planet was a desolate wasteland, of little importance to the Imperium, however herecy would not go unnoticed. She accepted somewhat hesitantly, speculating on what the job could be.

A week later, she was sent to Omega V with the Inquisitor, who would not reveal even his first name. She was equipped with some basic Mordian Battle Armour, for lack of a better option. She was given a power sword and a laspistol from the Inquisitor, expected to learn how to use them if she couldn’t. She was no stranger to the laspistol, haven’t used it plenty of times in her training. The power sword, however, she saw as an oversized combat knife. They were dropped onto Omega V, wearing Gas Masks to help fight off the radiation. They weren’t going to be there for long if all went as planned. They headed towards the cultist’s hideout, Karly not having the slightest idea how the Inquisitor knew all of this. She passed it off as the Emperor’s spies, or something similar. They approached the hideout, which appeared to be a cave. The Inquisitor was armed with an Inferno Pistol, and like Karly, a Power Sword. They entered, both weapons ready and raised. It took five minutes for the cave to show any signs of life, noises being heard nearby. They approached the sound, Karly swinging her sword once to try to get a feel of it. A pale man, shirtless, bolted towards Karly, sprouting profanity and indecipherable speech. He swung a makeshift club at her, which she countered with her sword. She took the opportunity to pull the trigger of her Laspistol, putting the cultist’s life to an end. They continued their journey into the cave, finding several more cultists whom were easily dispatched. A makeshift shrine to Khorn, The Blood God, sat at the end of the cave. Karly was disgusted, her eyes following the Inquisitor pulling out a small canteen. He poured it’s contents onto the shrine, flicking a match onto it. The smell of smoke and embers filled her nostrils as they exited the cave, calling in the drop-ship that had brought them there back to exfiltrate them.

Karly did “jobs” like this with the Inquisitor for 7 years, aged 25, before it happened. The Inquisitor, who still chose not to be named, presented her with two items. An engraved Power Sword, marked with the words “For the Emperor”. She had never thought the Emperor as a god as some had, however she was the man she fought for, as did the rest of the Imperium. The second item was an Inquisitor issue Inferno Pistol. She accepted the gifts with joy, especially considering Inferno Pistols were not usually given to rookie’s of the Inquisition. The only words the Inquisitor said that day were “Welcome to the Ordo Heriticus. Congratulations, and may the Emperor guide you.” She did not know where to go from there, but soon found her way in the Inquisition. For a year, she hunting Witches and Heretics for the Emperor. She was then sent back to the Omega system, by order of a Lord Inquisitor of the Ordo Heriticus. She was not told much, only that work needed to be done and it of course involved the forces of Chaos.

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Name: Lord Master Venelithis Khorlidel Espethionix 

Gender: Male

Species: Dark Eldar

Age: 2785

Homeworld: Commorragh

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Height: 6’8”

Weight: 139lbs

Eye Colour: blue

Hair Colour: black with purple streaks

Hair Style: long and strait

Facial Hair: N/A

Distinguishing Feature: No nose or mouth, Exoskeleton ribs

FACTION/RELATIONSHIP SHIT

Affliction: Archon Belethonir of The hand of Scantheolix Kabal

Rank: Dracon

Sexuality: Bisexual

Relationship state: Varying

Personality: Self centred (he is an Eldar) completely devoted to Archon Belethonir and believes that true beauty is with silence

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Weapons: Agoniser, Shardcarbine, 2 plasma grenades, 2 man-portable void mines, Wraith Slave chains

Armour/Clothing: Ghost plate, clone field, varied purple robes

Other Equipment: stolen spirit stones, Shardnets Impailers and varied torture tools, Stolen Ghost Helm, Stolen Avenger seal, Lock of Craftworld Eldar hair for rituals

BACKSTORY SHIT

Venelithis Khorlidel Espethionix was born a trueborn as he would need to be and quickly set about doing his masters bidding without hesitation, throughout his raids and time spent hunting psykers for his master Espethionix learned many truths of psykers and power of which the held. Over time he paid in souls to the homunculus covens in order to find out more details about how they may be useful to him. His time spent in the company of such vile creatures was not to last long though as news of his dealings was sent to his dracon which maimed his face as punishment.

Espethionix learned more of psykers than most believed in that time spent that allowed him to devise a cunning use of strategy that would see him through the ranks into being a sub dracon. He developed a device that sealed psychic powers and attached it to a subject he captured then using the DNA of a high ranking trueborn and pain in the subject he managed to use a mind manipulation in order for him to have complete control from behind the scenes making his superiors fight among themselves.

Before Espethionix was able to make full draconhood; however, his Kabal was raided and forced into servitude of the Hand of Scantheolix and Espethionix was forced down to the lowly rank of Sybarite. He swore revenge on the heathen scum that did this and set about with his plan again but little did he know that the true workings of a fully fledged Kabal was far beyond his squalid clan that he clung so merrily too and found himself spending the next 500 years attempting to glean superiority.

Coming closer to modern days Espethionix had managed to work his way up to sub dracon and planed himself a coup using the loyal true born, they had no idea or say in the matter, during the battle he managed to assassinate the Dracon with its own huskblade but was also killed in the battle. He was later revived by the homunculus in order to remain in service to Archon Belethonir who he tried to sacrifice multiple times in the 200 year lead to the mission he as currently been dispatched on, over that time he learned that he had no chance of killing Belethonir and so he devoted his life fully to him. When Venelithis Khorlidel Espethionix was being revived he purposely left certain aspects of himself out and was given a horrific exoskeleton in punishment for his actions.