Hyaenidae Posted November 7, 2011 Author Share Posted November 7, 2011 @ Brother Excedius: Not bad, I like him. Mind you, most will believe he was a Blood Angel once, instead of a DIY successor. Hope this isn't too much a problem. I'll add him in. And don't worry about poor writing skills, I'm right there with you on that one, lol! @ CMID: Check, check, and check. Only other thing is the name...It just sounds...odd. Rolls off the tongue like a pickled egg. That's just personal preference, I guess though. I'll put him in, thanks! @Scion of Ferrus: I'll be waiting, but be warned, Hastur Rook of the Fists is half bionic as is. Another bionic warrior might lead to 'robo-envy'. Lol, just kidding, I'll be waiting for your story! @Hellios: Fair enough, man. Just curious, thanks! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Brother Excedis Posted November 7, 2011 Share Posted November 7, 2011 Nah thats cool. I figured as much would happen but hey, I really like my chapter so I threw it in there. And I'm glad you like him! Not trying to rush you but about when are you going to start making them? I'm really curious as to hwo they will come out.... crap forgot to mention he always wears his helmet....its a quirk of my chapter....sorry Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chapter Master Ignis Domus Posted November 7, 2011 Share Posted November 7, 2011 @ CMID: Check, check, and check. Only other thing is the name...It just sounds...odd. Rolls off the tongue like a pickled egg. That's just personal preference, I guess though. I'll put him in, thanks! It's all part of his manly manliness charm. :P Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hyaenidae Posted November 7, 2011 Author Share Posted November 7, 2011 Too easy, his helm will be on. This WIP will be a touch slow, due to real life issues (that are getting more heavy lately), making sure each mini is as close to the creator's image as possible, and 'Dan-Sizing' each Astartes to make them larger than the mortal renegades that will make up the majority of this army, but I'll keep chugging along as I can. Promise, I'll drop everyone a PM as I come up on your mini, and keep regular contact throughout the build. On a side note, I have no problem with DIY chapters, but I have a preference for canon chapters. Doesn't really mean anything I guess, but I wanted to let y'all know. Keep 'em coming, guys and gals! Edit: @CMID: Ewww, gross... :P Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Azekai Posted November 7, 2011 Share Posted November 7, 2011 I don't mean to be tacky and criticize another brother, but . . . CMID's chap seems a bit silly. I don't mean that this has to be 'SERIOUS BUSINESS!!!1!' and this is all totally up to 1000heathens, but when I got to the "better, stronger, faster," quote . . . :) To me, it just seems incongruous to have a pack of nasty grim warriors and then toss in teh lulzy Purinator(?). And as a random aside, these are all fairly typical astartes, so wouldn't the Purinator have to have better stats if he possessed the battle prowess to be elevated to Captain? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Biaz Posted November 7, 2011 Share Posted November 7, 2011 Callor: Callor was once a proud and gifted warrior of the Novamarines Chapter, having fought in many campaigns across the stars as a battle brother and sergeant. Stringently adherent to the codex as was typical of his chapter, Callor’s only failing was his pride. During a campaign against the orks in the Segmentum Obsurus, his Company received a call for aid from the Inquisition in a nearby system. Captain Balus, having committed much of his force against the orks, sent Sergeant Callor and his squad, knowing Callor was more than able to tackle any issues the Inquisitor might have until Balus was able to finish his campaign against the orks, which he judged to be complete in just a few more days. Alas, Callor’s pride would prove to be his undoing. He arrived at a dust-bowl of a planet, burning with fury and shame that he should be so cast aside from his brothers, knowing he should be fighting side by side with them against the orks to help them win a glorious campaign. Nevertheless, he vowed to complete this irksome task as swiftly as possible for his Captain. So it was that Callor arrived with his battle-brothers at the Governor’s office, where the Inquisitor and the other ruling lords of the planet were gathering to discuss how to solve the issues at hand. What was so troublesome as to require the presence of both the Inquisition and the Adeptus Astartes may never be known, but what is known is that the radical Inquisitor mocked Callor’s course of action as straight forward and unimaginative, action that was laid down by the Codex Astartes itself. Callor, whose temper was already frayed and pride already dented, lashed out furiously at the Inquisitor (the drawing of blood at perceived offenses of the Codex Astartes is, unfortunately, not unheard of amongst the Novamarines) and before anyone in the room had understood what happened the Inquisitor’s henchmen retaliated. The ensuing chaos lasted only a brief amount of seconds, but it was too late, the damage was done. Callor and his furious squad stood alone in a blood drenched room, all other corpses blown apart by Boltgun blasts or lasgun rounds. Surveying the carnage, Callor gave a howl of despair and fell to his knees. Before he could recover the Governor’s personal guard stormed the room, opening fire upon the Astartes. They reacted without thought, firing back and destroying the reinforcements. With a savage cry of broken rage, Callor grasped his chainsword and led his men in a furious charge. The battle raged for days and nights, as Callor and his men tore insanely through the city, with barely a thought of what they were doing, minds insane with shock and bloodshed, until Callor found himself roaring triumphantly atop a mound of corpses. All around him hunkered cowering civilians, and the reality of what he had done came crashing around him. Looking with despair at his bloody and broken squad, he knew they were damned. The broken warrior staggered drunkenly towards a cowering Imperial Guard officer. Grabbing the man by the chest and lifting himto his feet, he swiftly promoted the man to head of planetary defense. Callor knew he had to act to fast if he and his men were to stand any chance against the coming retribution of his battle brothers once they’d discovered what he’d done. It was a long and protracted war, but against the assembled Company of his former brothers, Callor and his squad never stood a chance. In a final siege of the Govenor’s fortress the loyal Novamarines broke through Callor’s defenses. Callor had split his squad up to act as commanding officers amongst the guard forces, and all had been dispatched. All that was needed to end the bloodshed and erase the stain on the Novamarine’s history was Callor’s head on a stick. However it was not to be; though the fortress had been thoroughly scoured, no sign of Callor remained. He had been snatched away by the ruinous forces in the final moments of the battle, though their reasons remain their own. Callor now wonders the galaxy, his basic heraldry warped and twisted by the powers of the warp and his own hand. The 12 pointed star of his old chapter badge is redesigned to eight arrowed points, and the encircled skull now is a savage visage, horned and fanged. He appears randomly across the galaxy, lending his aid to whom his new masters demand, but his old hatred and ambitions are not done with. He is a dangerous foe and powerful ally. And utterly unpredictable. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hyaenidae Posted November 7, 2011 Author Share Posted November 7, 2011 -_- Whuh....whuh...holy ;) . Yeah, Callor is totally in. Hells yes! Thank you, Biaz! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Biaz Posted November 7, 2011 Share Posted November 7, 2011 Thanks, glad you like it ;) I'd just like to add that this is an awesome thread! Congratulations from coming up with a creative way for the community to get together and have fun! Love it -_- Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hyaenidae Posted November 7, 2011 Author Share Posted November 7, 2011 No, thank you, good sir. That story was incredible, I could actually see myself in Callors' armoured boots, howling to the sky atop a mound of bodies, coated in the blood of the innocent....*shivers* Oooh, just got goosebumps, lol. Yeah, it's made me quite sad how quiet the Chaos Forums have been as of late. I've been wanting to do something to breathe some life back in here, glad I finally found the trick. Man, I'm starting to think it might be a good idea to open up postions for a third squad....hmmm.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Brother Excedis Posted November 7, 2011 Share Posted November 7, 2011 Wow....Callor is quite the character adn has quite the story....I really like him. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
spafe Posted November 7, 2011 Share Posted November 7, 2011 Thorn, the coward Thorn was an Iron warrior of the Berossus's grand company. More than that, he was warsmith Berossu's personal bondsman, charged with protecting the warsmith during battle. This had been his duty since the time of the great siege, when terra herself had cried out in support for the justice his legion, and others under horus's banenr had brought to the imperium. Thorn was there, by Berrossu's side. He was known as Thorn the unyeilding then, for he his honor roll was long, as were his scars to go with it. Many a missile and bolt had been taken upon his pauldrons that were intending for his lord. He was complete. It was not to stay like this, not two decades after the retreat into the eye, while fighting with a emperors children warband, His lord was struck down and dealt a mortal blow. Thorn was powerless to stop it, having lost one arm below the elbow and the other removed at the shoulder in the melee. Just as he sank to the ground, the feeling of loss and bitterness overwhelming him, he felt a new strength grow in him. His limbs felt fresh, and he stood. The mighty constitution of the astartes msut have pulled him through again. But where was the enemy?! He looked around, and saw his lord, crippled. After that encounter, Thorn had his lord entombed within a dreadnought, so that he may continue to lead the company even in death. However, the failure Thorn felt was complete, he had failed. Worse, all could see his failure. Thorn was relegated back to squad sargent, as with his lords new body, Thorn was surplus to requirements. In this moment he felt a power talking to him. Why? what more could he have done, he had failed, there was no reason for a deamon to converse with him, and it must be a deamon, the eye was full of them. He then notices that his scared body was fresh, the bionic replacements for the arms he had lost in service, almsot fell away, their connection to his body unknitting. Then he heard it clear as day, "We feel your sorrow, we know your despair. This emotion pleases us, We will make you beautiful for us, no damage will mar you, and yet, as you took pride in your scars as signs off service, now others will see you as a coward, a failure, a nothing". Word spread quickly throughout the company, how the guard of their lord was unharmed, perfect. He must have cowered, of shied away from his duty. Thorn the Coward. And so when Berossu was slain by Honsou at the siege of Khalan Ghal, when the rest of his company submitted to new authority, Thorn the Coward ran. He fled to the maelstrom to avoid any of his past, but somehow whenever he identifies himself it is always as Thorn the coward, the failed bodyguard. To this day his wounds and scars re-knit to leave him in perfect condition, bringing constant shame and a sense of failure, which goes onto feed his unknown patron. Sorry for grammer etc, posted while I should be working lol. No worries if you dont fancy it, just was bored at work Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eerie Posted November 7, 2011 Share Posted November 7, 2011 Holy dip, reading the stories of Callor and Thorn and then going back to my piece of writing makes me feel like a really poor and unimaginative writer. My story just looks plain boring next to these masterfully written character bios. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
spafe Posted November 7, 2011 Share Posted November 7, 2011 eerie, yours is good mate, actually inspired me to add one to the list (and mightly annoyed me since you used a lamenter, so i couldnt!). I was comparing mine to yours and some of the others on the other page, was well gutted cos i thought mine waffled too much. Thanks for the compliment :cuss Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Colossus Posted November 7, 2011 Share Posted November 7, 2011 “He appeared one day, in the hanger of one of the cruisers accompanying Akan, right arm severed above the bicep, the pitted ceramite of his MKV suit of power armour slick with blood. The shadows themselves seemed reluctant to relinquish this intruder, swirling like a dark miasma around him. The deck hands fled before his oncoming, whilst combat servitors were frantically readied. The newcomer simply disregarded the advance of the servitors, merely implacably approaching the hanger doors. The first servitor to reach the stranger was greeted by a bolt to the skull that came so swiftly that few marked the drawing of the pistol. With that, he removed his helm, revealing a pale face, framed by a closely cropped fuzz of black hair, his face contrasting sharply against the midnight of his armour, and spoke, his voice quiet, yet oddly carrying through the hall, pausing between statements, the silence serving to punctuate his words.. “I am Nightmare. I seek Akan. I wish to see if he is all that he is rumoured”.” Meh, just my humble submission, I kinda wanted to make him a bit stealthy, but not make it too obvious as to his chapter/legion of origin. Dunno if I achieved this. Also, I took liberties with Akan having a cruiser. I see him now as having a bionic replacement for his arm. I also don’t see the blood on his armour as necessarily all his. I also see his armour as being unadorned, as though he is nightmare astartes archetype, kinda like a bogeyman story mothers in hive cities tell their kids, from half remembered stories passed down through generations about how asartes would fight for you, yet at the end of the day what stops them from punishing you as well for being deviant. That makes little sense, I haven't had much sleep recently, and I don't post much but I thought your topic was too cool not to weigh in on... Do what you will with him, keep him/kill him/do both and cook him for dinner/ shove him out an airlock. Haha. :P Cheers, the Colossus EDIT: Moved a sentence... :S Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Amalricus Posted November 7, 2011 Share Posted November 7, 2011 Hi, here is my addition to that band of badass madmen, hope you like him ( i certainly enjoyed making him up, and have a neat modelling project running for two days! ) Loksar Mrin, the devout wanderer. Loksar Mrin was the aspiring champion of the "Voces Deorum" squad, from the 4th Word Bearer Host. He was born on Colchis, and has been a fervent follower of Lorgar through the Great Crusade, developing his oratory skills by preaching the imperial faith before the emperor reprimanded the Word Bearer Legion for their slow rate of conquest. Seeing his entire Legion, including his sacred Primarch, kneeling before the Ultramarines and the emperors Custodes was more than he could bear, and he was more than happy to be part of the assault on Calth, with his Dark Apostle Angra Mainyu as lead commander. After the defeat against the Ultramarines, he was sent out to preach the true faith by Angra Mainyu, and Loksar led his squad through the Ultramar system, to convert cultists and cause uprising in the region. The many cults he founded have caused rampage and destruction, and when they were eventually spotted and hunted down, Loksar used his abilities to move along, leaving a pile of sacrificed corpses behind, and no intel on what his future plans were. He was finally spotted and surrounded by an Ultramarine patrol on the agri world of Masali. The sacrifice of his trusted icon bearer Huskar was needed in order to summon enough warp daemons to fight the foe. The battle that followed was both short and bloody, as the horde of daemons assaulted the Ultramarine command squad, tearing them apart in seconds. The space marine captain, at first surprised by the large amount of warp entities, charged Loksar with his powersword. The fight did not last long, as Loksar was a trained hand-to-hand fighter, and he swiftly found an opening in his assailant’s posture. He plunged his ritual knife in his foes underbelly while firing his bolter in his face, thus ending the life of a valiant servant of the false emperor. The rest of his squad however, were blasted away by the Ultramarine devastator squad moments before they were laid down by the screaming deamons. Since that episode in which he lost his squad, he travelled lonely through imperial worlds in order to cause revolts, create cults to the dark gods. He sometimes joins warbands of different sizes, to assault a crucial imperial asset, or to retrieve a particular artifact. His quest won’t be over anytime soon, and he pledged to bear the word of the dark gods until his last breath. Looks : Loksar is rather slim for a space marine, walks with a swift grace, and wears a dark red power armour engraved with passages of the Book of the Epistles of Lorgar. He is armed with his ritual knife, which has slain a lot of his enemies, and an antique pattern bolter. His head is shaved and his face unscarred, He speaks constantly with a soft, tempting voice, about the lore of the Dark Gods and the might they bring to the mankind who embrace them. Have a nice day / evening. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hyaenidae Posted November 7, 2011 Author Share Posted November 7, 2011 Well now, this is how y'all do it, ambushing a guy's thread with badass submissions while he's sleeping :pinch: . Alright, let's go to the beginning... @spafe: Damn you, there is no way in hell I could say no to Thorn, lol. Storm of Iron (and Honsou's series) are by far my favorite ever BL books. Thorn the Coward is in. Thanks for the cool submission. Oh, I also loved how you added a minor warp entity into the story, so many people preach the four major powers and forget the Warp is full of minor nasties...nice touch! @Colossus: I can dig it, man. We need a sneaky type within our ranks. Nightmare is in. On a side note, I guessing you were going for...a Night Lord? At first I was thinking a Carcharadon Astra or Raven Guard, lol. If none of the above, then I think you've completed your mission of keeping his past quiet :lol: . @Amalricus: I do like him, but a question... does he still identify himself as a Word Bearer, or just as a Bearer of the Word / son of Lorgar? There is a fine line there between being a Legionary and a Renegade, and the Word Bearers have been known in the past to hunt down rogue elements from their ranks. If he's walking a pilgrims path, or seeking refuge under Akan's bloody Jolly Rodger, hey, it totally cool...just wondering where exactly you stand with him. It'll help with the modeling side of this project. Please keep in mind too that the Word Bearers and the Red Corsairs occupy the same tiny space inside the Maelstrom, and that they're not exactly the best of friends. Your Legion may not be too happy that you were in the Corsair's employ when you return... ;) *sigh* Alright, the next one is a bit painful, cuz I hate turning people down, but... @CMID: After further review, I don't feel that the Purinator fit's in with this band. He does seem a bit silly, where every other character in the pirate warband is far more serious. I don't really feel comfortable with the character in the army, and since this is the army is one I am building and have to live with, I'm going to have to remove Purinator from the list. To be fair to you, I will leave his spot as "pending revision" if you'd like to put a new, more serious, character in. If I have not recieved a new character in three days, I will open the slot to a new submission. Sorry, man. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Brother Ambroz Posted November 7, 2011 Share Posted November 7, 2011 Serkan the Gorger, Once Serkan was a warrior of the Carcharodons chapter and like all Carcharodons, he is a vicious close combat opponent. He specialised in brutal ship to ship boarding actions. Always considered dullwitted and slow, he was oftentimes selected for the most dangerous missions (which he suspected was their attempt to purge the vulerability in their ranks). He always suspected this was because his superiors wanted to get rid of him, but could never prove it. He and his squad were part of a small contingent of Carcharodons which were involved in storming the Palace of Thorns. As they were leaving he passed a group of First Company terminators who chuckled at him knowing he was being sent to his death against the Astral Claws. The only indication that he'd heard them was the slight tightening of his chainaxe's grip. He never knew how he'd been manipulated into this situation, but he knew he had to find a way out. As he and his brothers flew towards the fleet preparing above Badab Primaris, Serkan began to formulate a plan. He preferred to let his enemies think of him as dull and slow, it made his plans that much easier to bring to fruitition. They deployed alongside a squad of Red Scorpions. Their orders were to advance and hold the corridor long enough for the Red Scorpions to plant their locator beacon for their assault terminators. Even until the end, Serkan was unsure of his plan but eventually he deemed it necessary for their survival. When they were in position, they signalled the Astral Claws under a neutral flag. Informing them of their plan and swearing to take the forward position while the Claws would discharge suppressive fire, Serkan and his squad voxed the Scorpions that the way was clear. Serkan allowed them to get close enough to use his chainaxe and gave the order. He and his squad charged their former allies as their new ones, the Astral Claws, delivered suppressive fire from behind. Several of Serkan's squad fell but he used a MK III chestplate which absorbed much of the bolter fire to his chest. The fight lasted hours and in the end only Serkan survived. The Astral Claws took him with them to the Maelstrom and from there he fought as a mercenary for whoever paid the highest. At some point he was approached by Akan the Ever-Damned who offered him a place in his growing Pirate Empire. Serkan was sceptical at first contemplating why he join this instead of another. Akan offered him what no one else had-freedom and the chance to strike back at those who had wronged him. He has since served in his piritical host, taking what he pleases, plundering what he wants and hoping for the chance to strike back at his former "brothers". He wears a MK III Crusade Era chestpiece and Heresy Era helm and leggaurds as he thinks this gives him a more vicious appearance. In addition he wields a large ornate chainaxe and usually disdains using any ranged weapons in favor of his combat blade. That's my submission. Not very good I know but I don't write very often. If you have a better idea he's totally amendable. Also this little history is completely from his POV. -TG Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Amalricus Posted November 7, 2011 Share Posted November 7, 2011 Well he has been out of the legion for a while, since the battle of Calth actually, and he is not planning to return to Sicarus anytime soon. His only goals are to annoy the Ultramarines, and to expand the true religion under their roof. He's not a renegade, since he is a word bearer through and through, but still hasn't made contact with his host or legion for centuries ( and he doesn't plan to, being on his very sacred mission of bringing the Ultramarines down on his own by chanting to the dark gods. ), I consider him going on a suicide mission, unless he becomes a pain in the butt for Lorgar and his crew, they won't be looking for him. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Colossus Posted November 7, 2011 Share Posted November 7, 2011 @1000heathens Well, to be brutally honest, I hadn't decided on a particular origin really. I really like sneaky Astartes individuals- not whole armies mind, and I wanted to hint at a variety of sources. The Carcharodons would be a a definite no, though, I see him as sneaky rather than brutal and application of force is more clinical than an Carcharodon- I've always viewed them as not particularly subtle, although they do utilse the sneaky stuff to launch assaults. My guy is an appear in the shadows and stab/shoot you in the back of the head kind of guy, and all you get to see is this power armoured outline as your buddy gets killed before he vanishes, and you end up the same way. Thats not to say he's weak and needs thus surprise to even the odds, to stab someone in the back of the head requires a large amount of force, not a casual act, there's a lot of solid bones there, but its his preferred method. I wanted to evoke Night Lord and Raven Guard imagery as they're the classic fear/stealth archetypes, but just because someone looks like someone else, doesn't mean he is that person. There's at least on other Legion I could potentially tie him to now I think about it, but I rather like the mystery- hence the lack of a "real name", or iconography, the brain starts to fill in details and it add to the story. Well IMO anyway. I wanted to hint a refined skill, hence the single bolt pistol shot, rather than "he blew the servitors head off in an explosion of gore and metal". That's scarier to me, someone who can place calculated shots swiftly than someone who's going to stand there and empty a bolter clip at me. Wow, I could ramble about him all day... :P I literally LOVE the idea behind this like I LOVE your MM... I can't wait to see how you represent everyone's ideas. ;) Cheers, The Colossus Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chapter Master Ignis Domus Posted November 7, 2011 Share Posted November 7, 2011 I don't mean to be tacky and criticize another brother, but . . . CMID's chap seems a bit silly. I don't mean that this has to be 'SERIOUS BUSINESS!!!1!' and this is all totally up to 1000heathens, but when I got to the "better, stronger, faster," quote . . . :D To me, it just seems incongruous to have a pack of nasty grim warriors and then toss in teh lulzy Purinator(?). And as a random aside, these are all fairly typical astartes, so wouldn't the Purinator have to have better stats if he possessed the battle prowess to be elevated to Captain? Have no fear. Better, stronger faster isn't necessary. At all. Whatsoever. That's why we have edits. When you get the creative juices flowing, you write everything now and edit later. And Heathens, sure, no problem. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Noctus Cornix Posted November 7, 2011 Share Posted November 7, 2011 Korovius the Blood Poet Formerly of the Angels of Ecstasy Many millenia ago, the Antiximin dynasty was a vast and powerful noble house of holy Terra. Their hunger and power were matched by few others but this blood thirsty lineage became its downfall and after an assassination attempt on the high lord of the Adeptus Ministorum by an unknown assailant, the Lords of Terra were forced to banish the Antixian family to some back water hive world off on the edge of the eastern fringe. The dynasty was overwhelmed with sorrow of their exile from holy Terra, allowing it to fester into bitter resentment and after thousands of years, the Antixian house had become a breeding pool of monsters in human skin, fueled on by a lust for power and pleasure and nothing more. Korovius Ignatius Liptarial Antiximin XIV was one such monster, born into the den of the beasts and spoiled and nutured by his so called family. Every member of the Antiximin family was known for their vicious nature and morbid life style but Korovius.... He was worlds apart from his kin. Even at such a young age, the child displayed a callous and draconian mentality that forced his own siblings to grow pale. He killed his first playmate at the age of 5 when the child would not cease to cry after Korovius beat him with a building block for his stuffed bear. At the age of 6 he ordered a handful of servants to jump from the balcony at the gun point of the family guards. When he was inquired by his mother on the matter, her explained that the maids' poofy dresses made them look like birds and desired to know if they could fly. Suffice to say none of them proved his theory correct. Korovius had become the Apple of his father's eye and his siblings were quickly neglected by their parents in exchange for the monstrous prodegy. He was given the best education money and threats could buy and the hive's most brilliant minds were torn from their duties of maintain and serving the imperium to better tutor this abomination. His father would even take time out of his day (a thing unheard of before then) to have personal time with his favorite son to teach him of the only two things that truly mattered in life; power and ecstasy. The child adapted and learned at an astonishing rate but with this, the boy developed a cruel insatiable appetite. Very little else in the world peaked his interest and those few things he did, he quickly became bored with. He was drowned in a constant chance to experience something new and would readily dispose of anything he grew bored with. The years went by and the number of Friends and family' around the heartless boy dwindled more and more and the boy almost felt he was going to have to murder his own father if he was going to gain even a sliver of interest. But then something happened that peaked his interest. The boy's home world along with three other planets that made up the Ulthunas cluster had been chosen by the high lords of Terra to become the recruitment grounds for a newly appointed chapter of the Adeptus Astartes, the Sons of Ulthunas. Korovius' father immediately saw this as an opportunity to regain his dynasty's favor in the eyes of the high lords, and as a sign of 'loyalty' presented his once favorite and only remaining son to the Astartes as a gift. Korovius felt no sorrow or scorn in his departure for he knew himself that he would have quickly done the same if he had been presented the same question and in turn he felt no sorrow as he pressed the small detonator in his little hand that linked to themelta charge beneath he parents chamber bed. Now with nothing left but the Adeptus Astartes to look forward to, the boy saw an opportunity to once again satisfy his amusement. He would see hundreds of worlds and kill thousands in as many ways he could imagine. It was not until he arrived on the chapter's cruiser that reality set in.... The young Korovius did not find the life of adventure and slaughter that had played out in his head, but months of arduous training exercises and monotonous lectures. They tested the children again and again and Korovius was finding himself falling behind among the children. He was not as strong as the barbaric filth from the feral tribe worlds or as fast as the street scums that suckled at the underhive of what was once his home but, what the child did have that few others could match was his pure malicious cunning. He would cheat in the most subtle ways, anything he could do to gain the upper hand and train his body to become stronger than the others. For most Astartes, this would seem dishonorable but to the grim Sons of Ulthunas, victory was the only thing that mattered. And so through underhanded tactics and venemous wit, the child found himself granted the honor of becoming a neophyte to the ceramite clad warriors. Despite all his cunning and strong will, the child could not find a way around the painful training they underwent. Grueling tests that pushed his limit and torturous psycho indoctrinations that hammered absolute loyalty to the chapter and the emperor into his mind until his mind had been wiped of his past life. His family, his home, his childhood, all stripped from his mind.... But the his hunger... His lust for power still remained. Korovius was perhaps the most troublesome neophyte in the history of his chapter, carrying an arrogant aura over him like a royal mantle that he would refuse to work with his more uncivilized comrades unless he was in command and would even go so far as to ignore direct orders if he felt that leader was beneath him. The boy had almost been executed or lobotomized on many occasions, but his raw ability to lead and his intellect saved him time and again from the tech marine's table. Within only a few years, Brother Korovius had been honored as a fully fledged battle brother of the chapter and command of his own squad within the young chapter. Under his leadership, missions that normally would require the skill of veterans could be completed by young brothers and through underhanded tactics, honour and glory was his for the taking. But through all of this, the young sergeant felt something he could not explain he was... He was... Bored.... He no longer found a challenge or entertainment in outwitting barbaric orks or ignorant tau. His duty garnered no pleasure and his hunger was left unsated... That was, until a whisper came to his ear from his own captain... Mutiny.... And then he smiled. It had seemed others among his young chapter could also not grasp the dull life of servitude to a god they had never seen. The indoctrination they underwent was flawed and their emotions began to resurface. They wanted power, they wanted glory, they wanted freedom. A sickly sweet voice of the warp had called to them, and Korovius smiled... What was to be later known as the Ganymethian Betrayal had begun as nothing more than a simple mop up rebellion. With the combined efforts of the Sons of Ulthunas 3rd and 4th companies along side the Nova Marines 5th company, the planet of Ganymethia was to be brought to a quick and brutal end, which was very true indeed, but not how the Nova Marines had expected. As the Sons of Ulthunas ships pulled into orbit, the Nova Marines had expected the relief they had requested from their brethren, but what they did not expect was to look to the sky and watch and lances of burning white pierced the sky, turning the planet to ash and rubble. With their betrayal made known to all, the traitors launched themselves upon the battered Nova Marines ship and slaughtered any who would not join them, claiming the ship for their own and fleeing before any retribution could be made. Those who now called themselves the Angels of Ecstasy were free from their shackles to the imperium, free to reclaim those desires and emotions that had been long repressed by the flawed indoctrinations and free do anything and kill anyone they wanted. Korovius embraced his new life and the arms of Slaanesh as a lover. Drugs flowed freely through his veins, concubines filled his chambers every night, hordes of gold silk and jewels littered his coffers, and he could now freely express his monstrous nature to his full potential. For 16 Long glorious years he lived the life of luxury and delight, but slowly and surely, he felt that sensation of yearning and boredom once more. This life was too easy, his potential had remained unfound, and his desire to experience something different had yet to be realized. Blood soaked the walls of the Angels' ship as the young betrayer walked towards the hangar bay, crimson life dripping from his rapier. Korovius only paused briefly with a cold smile to reguard one of his dying 'brothers' who had taken ahold of his ankle. "w-why have you forsaken us?...." he asked and a cruel sensation of delight crawled up the traitor's spine. He kneeled down ever so casually and rested the tip of his accursed blade against his comrades lips. "Because brother, you are simply no longer amusing..." her finished, thrusting his rapier down the Chaos Marine's throat before he could respond. In his boredom, Korovius abandoned the Angels and sold them out to the warband of Gorial the Blooded one of the Skull Takers, serving as his advisor and envoy. The Skull Takers too felt the kiss of betrayal not long after when they found their lord with his own axe in his spine and his tongue removed. As another side of the story, Korovius claims it was a just cause for the sake of the Gothic language as the uneducated swine could not pronounce egregious correctly. Over his short years as a wandering connoisseur, Korovius has offered his serpentine wit and malicious cunning to lord and commander alike, always finding some excuse to betray his customers or simply becoming bored of them. Every time he would weasel his way out of a predicament by the skin of his teeth and each one more dangerous and amusing than the last. That is, until he attempted to double cross the Tyrant of the Maelstrom... Korovius had grossly underestimated the intellect of Lord Huron, assuming him to be nothing more than another idiot warlord just with a bigger stick, but when he promised that there was a great library of forbbiden lore buried beneath the ruins of a dead world, he was telling the truth, but may have possibly stretched the truth on the well being of the crew and ship that had been lent to him. With the Red Corsair vessel storm to shreds by a warp storm that was Korovius may have forgotten to mention, he had thought himself to clever and would simply sell the books to wealthy sorcerers among the Maelstrom and take the profits for himself but he had not quite expected that Huron Black Heart owned every station in the storm. On his hands and knees, the con artist was thrown before the Blood Reaver, disdainful to kneel before anyone but to stand up would receive a quick slam of a bolter stock to the back of his head. He was going to die here, he could feel it already creeping up his spine. He was going to die.... That was until some filthy rust encrusted pirate filth had stepped forward on his behalf. After speaking with the tyrant, it had been agreed that Korovius was to pay off what he owed in service to Akan and his band of heathens. Reluctant to oblidgeoblidge he finally agreed and for 12 years has remained with Akan at first because there was simply no way to escape the Tyrant but over the years, he has become somewhat fond of the Traitor Malevolent's sharp wit and crude humor. To this day, Korovius has yet to find himself bored of his home in the band of generates but that nagging desire to move on could come at any moment. Korovius is far from your average chaos marine, lacking in power and abilities that his comrades possess but solely relying on his skill and cunning to do what needs to be done. He is cold remorseless tactician and his intellect is only matched by his arrogance. He seems himself far above his brothers but usually keeps that to himself, usually allowing it to escape every so often in corrections in their grammar or wordy insults they might not understand. Cowardice is a word that can describe him although it is a word he is not familiar with. Underhanded tricks and dirty fighting are all that he has every known and so is unphased when his brothers call into question such negligable things as honor and glory. Korovius simply desires to win and will stop at nothing to do so. To match his lifestyle of disloyalty and backstabbing, Korovius has kept his power armour unadorned by any icons of loyalty save for a single chaos star embedded into his right pauldron. His armor is that of a dull silverish grey, decorated and stylized by silks, skulls, and talismans he has taken throughout his life as little momentoes. His helmets resembles the of ancient Greecian tribes of ancient Terra, a massive plume crop sprouting from the top of his helmet down to the back as a sign of nobility or office. His armour is covered in a dull purple mantle, topped with the white fur of a fenrissian wolf stole from the corpse of a dying wolf guard on one of their raids not too long ago. At his side is a masterfully crafted Rapier of an ornate jewel and gold encrusted handle with a long ivory and silver engrained blade. It was created for his personal use during his time as an Angel of Ecstasy as a mark of his ascendance to championhood, but he had betrayed his brethren mere hours before his promotion ceremony. There.... Finally done... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hyaenidae Posted November 8, 2011 Author Share Posted November 8, 2011 Dang, I'm even getting sniped from my Messenger, lol... This next story is a PM I recieved from Talmora: I read this topic of yours and as I am not truly the best with the background information of Badab Wars and what really happened and such. I'm simply pming a slight idea that I have for one of the 20 CSM. Please due note that I am not the best with coming up with in depth background stories, names, and such. Renatus, Mantis of Mayhem Former Sergeant of Mantis Warriors Renatus was one of a very few Mantis Warriors that believed Huron was correct in his ways and didn't seek out redemption while most of Mantis Warrior Chapter did. As such, Renatus has slowly gained favor among the Red Corsairs, yet he found them lacking a great deal in their ways of war. As such, he left the Red Corsairs, not an easy feat, and was successful up to the point of having to find another warband to join. Renatus was one of the few to follow Huron into the maelstorm in the first place as his view of the Imperium of Man was low. He saw corruption and greed and was appalled by this. He only made it to the rank of Sergeant before he left the Chapter as he was in a sense, more of a "newly" inducted Neophyte. Renatus gained the title Mantis of Mayhem after using only a pair of long, slightly curved combat knives to silence four heavily armored bunkers to make an opening in an Imperial Guard battleline. Renatus overall doesn't have as many achievements as other veterans of the Traitor Marines. He makes up for that by silencing most who speak ill of him and his powess in combat. Renatus' armor is a combination of Mark VI, Mark V, and Mark III power armor. His torso armor is that of a Mark III, his shoulder guards, and most of his leg armor is Mark V, and the rest including his helmet is Mark VI. The armor color was last known to be a dull, almost camoflagde like brown-green with a bronze colored trim. No one knows exactly why this is, besides the guess that is allows Renatus to blend in more easily with various backgrounds. Renatus' ranged weapon of choice is a Heresy Pattern Heavy Bolter, but if lighter style of weaponry is needed, a Phobos pattern Bolter with sickle clips is more-so his weapon of choice. For close combat weaponry, Renatus has shown favor for a pair of combat blades he has had welded to the sides of his forearms so he can show just how deadly the body of an Astartes can be in melee, and not only are his forearms bladed, but his lower legs, knees, elbows, and shoulders are as well. (Hopefully this meets your standard for a submission. I tried to include what type of weaponry, armor, colors, and some background on why he left and went rogue.) @Talmora: Hope you don't mind I posted it here instead, brother. Since this has become quite the community effort, I'd like to keep maximum visibility for all the participants; plus, this will allow for you story and character to get voted on for the position of Champion, and maybe get some sweet equipment! I like the story quite a bit, and I think we've covered the Badab War vets quite well at this point, lol. Thanks mate, adding him in. @Tanith Ghost: Sweet, gotta love the Sharks. I like his more 'mercenary' leanings too, nice touch. I'll add him in. @Amalrius: Fair enough, just wanted to clarify that Akan can use your characters' strength of arms, he just might be a sore spot when dealing with Lord Huron, lol. Thanks! @The Colossus: Heh, I was just stating my original thoughts on him; I like his secretive nature, he'll be a great addition. Thanks! @CMID: Thank you for being understanding, bro. I really do appreciate it. I'd love to have one of your characters, mind you, just maybe not the Purinator... @Noctis: Good stuff, man. Sounds like a real pompous jerk, lol. Just finish up with the story, and he'll be perfect, I'm sure. I'll tenitively save you a spot for Korovius. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chapter Master Ignis Domus Posted November 8, 2011 Share Posted November 8, 2011 Fortunately, I have the third member of my merry band of scum and vagabonds. ;) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Brother Excedis Posted November 8, 2011 Share Posted November 8, 2011 CMID what are you coming up with now? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Talmora Posted November 8, 2011 Share Posted November 8, 2011 @1000heathens: No problem, I'm just more shy at posting things than most people. I had mostly finished one of the books which had a lot of those mini-stories in them. Not 100% sure which one, but Mantis Warriors caught my attention and I figured the renegades here needed one. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Recommended Posts
Archived
This topic is now archived and is closed to further replies.