Name: Cormac Height: 8’3 Weight: 380
Gender: Male Eyes: Blue Hair: Dark brown, Lighter Highlights
Chapter: Thundering Wolves Specialty: Librarian
Past: Bitter Vengeance
Chapter Demeanor: The Sons of Russ Personal Demeanor: Gregarious
Chapter Solo Mode: Wolf Senses
Armor History: A Fury Like Lightning, Mk 7 Helm
Cormac smiled, if to no one but himself, as he practiced with his sword. Men who had not been chosen would find the Space Marine's obsession with honing their already superhuman abilities, thinking the men of the Astartes something akin to gods, but the rune priest knew better than this. "Cormac, at your drills eh, perhaps a bit of exercise would do us a bit of good?" He knew the voice of his blood angel battle brother, Arkio, and his lips opened in to a most wolfish smile of joy as he turned and nodded with his sword held high in an almost entirely offensive pose. "Whenever you wish, brother Arkio.
"Look to your fore-there you shall see your foe. Blast him! With
bolt, flame, and plasma, lay waste to his body and shrive his very
soul. Do this so that your brothers may close upon their target, do it
because their very lives depend upon your deeds, do it because they
are your kin, and you are theirs, and you can never fail."
-Extract from the Apocrypha of Eons, Verse I, Chapter V
Eh...i decided to switch from my assault marine character to an apothecary. i had poor ws and s, and there a more effective assault marine application here i see. An apothecary would probably be needed more. Keeping all my rolls from the character rolls page Name: Brother Artemis Marr Specialty: Apothacary Home Chapter: Imperial Fists Personal Demeanor: Sons of Dorn Deed (if any): None Demeanor: Taciturn Armor Mark: Mark 6
Based on tables 3-7 and 3-8 and Mk6 Rules on pages 150-151 in RoB
Mark: 6 Corvus
Locations Covered: Full
AP: 8 (Arms,Legs,Head) / 9 (Body)
Enhanced Strength: +20
Auto-Awareness Modifier: +15
Osmotic Gill Life Sustainer: yes
Pain Suppressant Doses: 6
Vox Link: Yes
Magnetised Boot Soles: Yes
Nutrient Recycling: 2 Weeks
Recoil Suppression: yes
manual Dexterity modifier: -10
Rolls On History Tables: 2
Special Rules: Since it is lighter, than most armour, +10 to agility.
page 153 RoB,
In a long ago battle this suit was drenched with gore, as its wearer carved through rank after rank of the enemy. Despite many attempts, the blood seemingly refused to wash off, leaving dark streaks and spatter patterns all across the armor plates. Any foe that witnesses these marks is left in no doubt of his fate. The wearer gains the Fear(1) Trait against his enemies (or increases his fear rating by 1 if he already has one).
page 154 RoB,
A previous wearer of this suit was involved in a terrible battle that saw every other member of his squad wiped out. Perhaps he fought his way clear, perhaps he was left for dead, or perhaps it was just dumb luck. Either way, fate placed a hand that day, and has continued to smile upon the subsequent occupants of the armor too. The wearer gains an extra fate point at the beginning of every mission. It is lost again at the end of the mission if it has not been used.
ok its 363 words long, but i wanted to elaborate the mood.
Artemis' scrimshaw tools squeaked as he worked carefully on the carving on the skeletal remains of the hand of his fallen Brother Issiac of the Imperial Fists. The charm was to be intercalate carved, every tiny area covered with either the devotional scripts to Dorn and the Emperor of Man kind or the deeds and honors that the fallen marine had achieved before his demise.
Artemis sighed. Issiac was a young marine, recently assigned to the second company, but died at the Battle of the Walls, in Miral, fell by the hands of a Lictor. There was was too many deaths. Too many lost lives. Brother Marr remembered in sullen silence the sorrowful but determined look the young Astartes had as Artemis Marr pulled the trigger of his bolt pistol, to give the marine mercy's gift of death and peace, before proceeding to extract the Progenoid glands. While the battle was won, and even though he was given many commendations from his superiors, including the 1st Company Captain Lysander, his dreams were filled with the howls and screams of the dead and the wretched xenos that took their lives. Scrimshawing Issiac's bones was the only thing that consoled Artemis, and as he carved, he vowed he would save more lives in future missions.
Artemis looked up at his power armor, sitting on the plinth of his new chambers in the Deathwatch watch-fortress. The hawk shaped helmet of legendary armor of Fredric Mardan, stared back. It was probably pure luck, the hand of fate or the strange machine spirit in the armor that allowed him to survive the battle. The scars and blue blood of the Tyranid still stained the relic, despite the new coat of black paint. He wondered what would be asked of him in his new home, and what sacrifices he must take. Hopefully his new experiences will help him with his sins of failing to save the dead, and help him save those in the future. Artemis noted the servitor at the door with summons from Watch-Captain Bloodaxe, and sighed again.
Tell the Captain I will be there shortly Artemis politely told the Servitor as he put away the bones and donned his armor.