Brother Ithan Khor - otherwise known as “Redcloak”
Chapter of Origin: REDACTED
Character Sheet: TBA
As a rather recent arrival to the Solius Nebula, Ithan Khor sought out the Iron Gods
Claiming to have served in the entourage of serveral rogue traders, Ithan Khor before he had found himself involuntary cast adrift into the region of the Solius Nebula after being stranded during a boarding action on the space hulk “Boundless Despair”.
He then recently sought out the Iron Gods after falling out with the Jo’tuun ice raider syndicates, offering his skills as a Techmarine in exchange for the opportunity to fight in the company of fellow Astartes again.
Clad in a battered suit of Mk VII plate, smeared with meandering lines of soot and ash, and wrapped in in a hooded cloak made of wide swathes of red and orange cloth, often quite obviously taken from practitioners of the cults of Mars, there is little imagination required to understand how the hulking Astartes Warrior gained the moniker of “Ra‘skik‘kjia”, literally “ the red cloak “ among the void farmers of the Jot’uun clans.
In fact, he has taken to stretch a wedge of vermillion cloth over his left shoulder guard, pinning the rictus grin of a broken servo skull on it to display the heraldry of the Iron Gods.
On his right, the Opus Machina leers between similar swathes of cloth, shot through with ribbons made from augmented iron.
Arching over his back and adding to his already substantial bulk rises the mass of the Gravimetric Shear-Hook like the angry love child of a graviton cannon with a breaching augur from the more arachnoid side of mechanical evolution as an uneven, roughly cylindrical mix of grav lenses, stabilizing legs power cables, targeting arrays and cooling tubes.
Spread out over the armour and cloak are a generous helping of length of chain and barbed wire, something that looks uncomfortably like patches of skin tattooed with binary psalms as well as a generous helping of various pouches and small bags, along with an assortment of tools, a collection of cogs and other paraphernalia of the Martian cults as well as a collection of metallic bones.
The most prominent of these are a collection of several augmented skull trophies, some of which are obviously former servo skulls, though at least two seem to have come from rather more sentient donors, as one who bears an obvious row of service starts of a veteran space marine while on the other, a uneven trio of dull sensory lenses stare from beneath the hood of a priest of the Mechanicum.
Of further note, even if mostly hidden beneath the strips of cloth and chain wrapped around them, is that the warplate ‘s gauntlets which seem to hail from another, far older suit of armour and have retained some of the features even now. Here, the twinned lightning of the Terran Legions form form a spearhead aimed towards the front of gauntlets’ backs. From the
these stream thin lines of stars, cast by inlayed dust made from industrial diamonds. In between these lie microscopic lines and dots which along inter spaced sets of several numericals may remind the initiated of Astro-navigational data. None of these make sense to those present in the Nebula, though if the traces of dust are anything to go on, this view must be have been taken quite far on the edges of the galactic disc indeed.
As if to prove this point, the sharp senses of an Astartes can still make out the faded etchings along the trails of the lightning bolts. It proclaims, in high gothic “Lux finiat” on one gauntlet and “Irat nit” on the other.
Helmet strapped to his belt, the ragged hood thrown back, Ithan Khor faces the world around him head on.
An unruly mane the colour of dirty sand u rolls from his head, some of which has been braided by strings of leather, electrical wiring and, in on in one place, what appears to be the ring sockets of a bionic eye.
Stitches, reconstructive nails and scars are sprayed over his face, the right hand side of which has been extensively reconstructed, apparently along with more parts of his body damaged by severe injuries.
One eye glares from the skull shaped metal half skull, while his remaining left natural eye remains the colour of the winter sea.
The sneer of the metal part-skull seems only to enforce the loop of his grin and an easy smile never seems to leave his face. A permanent shadow of beard stubbles steadfastly remains on his chin.
In ages past, this would have been the face of a conqueror dynast. In this day and age, Ithan Khor stands ready to stake his claim along the Iron Gods.
Mk VII “Aquila Pattern Armour
(Quirk: Gauntlets of Xirion)
( counts as a Servoarm)
Godwyn Pattern Boltgun - “6/18”
Bandolier of Frag / Krak Grenades (standard issue)
“Kul’zac” a rather large chain axe
Bionic eye (right, exceptional)
Bionic arm (right, exceptional)
MIIU Implant (common)
Blatant disregard for the Martian orthodoxy
Edited by Xin Ceithan, 02 September 2021 - 07:49 PM.