Name:Vergil Maximus

Appearance


(Painted in Lamenters regalia of course)

Age:737
Rank:Captain (Dreadnought)

Personality:Always a busy man, Vergil has never been good at sitting still, a firm believer in the idea that inaction breeds heresy. His mind moves at a million miles a minute, and he never rests. However, if he is not leading actively he has a problem shutting up. Even as a Dreadnought keeping quiet is not his strong point, often speaking when silence may be more prudent. Despite this, his leadership capability is only enhanced by his busy nature

Bio:Blessed with Dreadnought armor on 568.M37 following the scouring of Refis, when he was caught in the direct fire of a chaos land raider redeemer. After it was destroyed the Apothecary prepared to remove the captain's gene seed, only to find that the charred corpse was actually alive. Less than 3 days later, the captain re-emerged interred within a Dreadnought, and led the 4th company to retake the planet. He has led as a Dreadnought ever since

Gear
"Imperitus" pattern plasma cannon
Dreadnought missile launcher

Appearance: Petra looses little of his imposing presence outside of his armor. His face is hardened by centuries of conflict and his expression grim, Petra isn't one to express himself physically. Petra shaves his hair regularly and half of his face is covered in a great scar from a faulty plasma pistol. His good side has the litany of hate tattooed upon his flesh.

To the enemies of man hear my litany

with holy bolter I shall cleanse you

with the might of the Rosiarius I will smite you

by this days end you shall meet your maker

so shall it be in the name of the all father

Age: 323

Rank: Chaplain

Personality: Petra is a quiet individual, rarely saying anything outside of battle. However should any of his battle brothers come to him for spiritual aid or for advice, he will give it without question. His love for his brothers is absolute and second only to his love and respect for the Emperor of Man. In the field of battle a fiery passion takes hold of him, he speaks hymns in the middle of combat and inspires those near him to fight with equal fervor.

Bio: Petra does not dwell much on his past. As Chaplain he has done innumerable rites, sanctified many relics, and counseled hundreds of his fellow brothers. His deeds are many, killing a great warboss, sending a great chaos sorcerer screaming into the warp, and held strong against millions of other horrors.

Gear:
-Crozius Arcanum
-Rosarius
-Plasma Pistol

Name: Lucius Andromade

Appearance: Lucius wears the chapter heraldry of the Lamenters across his armour. His yellow armour is decorated with insignias and purity seals, and his shoulder plates are trimmed with the fourth company's green distinction. His helmet bears a thin white stripe from the brow to the back of the head, and is wreathed in emerald green. Despite having faced two centuries of war, beneath his armour Lucius' face is unlined and bears no scars, indicative of the fact that he has yet to be bested in combat, a fact which he is most aware of. Foregoing the use of a boltgun, Lucius carries a relic blade and a stormshield. He carries also a bolt pistol and a number of fragmentation grenades for certain situations. Flanking the sides of his power armour's packpack, he bears a pair of huge ivory wings, reminiscent of Sanguinius and many Blood Angel heroes, allowing him to be easily recognisable, even in the maelstrom of melee combat.

Age: 246

Rank: Company champion

Personality & Bio: Lucius can most easily be described as prideful, or even vain. His skill in combat, partly natural and partly honed over centuries of practice, has lead him to face some of the deadliest enemies to Mankind, including bloodletters, ork nobs and several types of tyranid synapse creatures, such as carnifexes or hive tyrants. Having yet to be defeated, or even scarred, has lead to Lucius becoming what could be described as arrogant. While he doesn't look down on his fellow brothers, he is more confident in his own abilities than of those of any other astartes in the company. Chapter sparring between companies has allowed him to test his skill against other champions and veterans, and the captain of the fourth company himself often requests Lucius personally for sparring. Despite his vanity, Lucius' pride is not unfounded. He is both skilled and dedicated, and is sworn to the protection of the company's senior officers, including the captain, chaplain and librarian.

Gear:

Relic blade

Bolt pistol

Frag grenades

Name: Ferrum Unguis

Appearance:




Age: 307
Rank: Tech Marine

Personality: Ferrum is known to be an isolated individual, many consider its because of his dual role as both a battle-brother and a tech-priest. He would argue it's because he's never been fully accepted back into the chapter by many of his battle-brothers. He's quiet and obedient but will speak up if he feels an avenue of thought hasn't been thought through. Inspite of his position, Ferrum's known to allow minor alterations for anything under his care, primarily because he acknowledges combat requires some adaptability. However, he is particularly caring about the warmachines of the company, to the point of scolding fellow battle-brothers over minor scratches when not in combat. When in conflict, Ferrum will obey his superiors orders to the letter, even if it means the regretful destruction of such precious machines. However, when not bound by orders, he has been found fighting tooth and nail to regain a mechanical weapon of war, as one fighting to recover a wounded brother. Inspite of his scolding, he cares much for his brothers and has earned the trust of some of the brother-captains within the chapter.

Bio: Ferrum is a well known techmarine within the chapter, primarily for his, 'undiscovered', leniency with modifications but unbridled wrath for those who fail to show proper care for equipment. He is known for an occasional moment of bravery here and there, though that is common-place for many a space marine. Within the chapter, he's presumed to have scolded everyone, with exception to his brothers in more superior positions. For the time being, he's been assigned to watch the dreadnought Vergil of the 4th company. He's also to help the company captain in anyway nessesary.

Gear:

Full mech-harness
Power axe
wrist-mounted storm-bolter

3 servitors: 1 armed with a heavy bolter, 2 armed with servo-arms

Name:Marius Valik
Appearance: in chapter colors.
Age:405
Rank: Captain

Personality: A good leader that leads from the front. Marius takes into account the advice of his other officers.

Bio: The captain doesn't really care about his past. Having served his chapter for almost 400 years, Marius had seen much. He had Fought ork, Eldar, and Chaos. During his time as an assault marine he earned the right be called a Vanguard Veterans, and was gifted his master crafted power sword. After a hundred years as a Vanguard He was made captain and was gifted the old captain's master crafted bolt pistol

Gear:Iron halo, Artificer Armour, mastercrafted Bolt pistol and Power sword, Grenades.

Name: Brother Caellus Sangriam

Appearance:

(With, er, normal helmet and yellow color ;))

Age:551

Rank: Sanguinary Priest

Biography:
Those who have heard of Brother Caellus, know him to be a scholar. Those who saw him in battle, call him a 'practitioner'. Indeed, if he hadn't had the healer's touch, Caellus would surely be a Techmarine, for his cold calculation in battle treats man not unlike machine. His age does not fit his battle rank - he had spent centuries away from the front lines, researching the bodies of man and space marine, making experiments of varying approval and legality on corpses or living subjects of the xeno. This experience, put together with his skill in combat situations, make him highly effective at assessing the severity of a brother's wound and choosing the best treatment.

He has taken this experience in an additional direction. Extensive study of xenobiology led him to understand various weaknesses of the bodies of the Enemies of Man. Finding ranged weapons unreliable, he often charges into battle, especially against large and tough enemies, rending them to pieces with few well-aimed strikes. Those who fought with him before know that distraction is key in these reckless-looking maneuvers, and that teamwork can win against any amount of heavy weaponry.

He had fought alongside all manners of allied forces. In a key battle against a Tyranid hive, he was forced to saw off a terminator's arm to prevent a tyranid parasite from reaching his body. The operation was successful, but only barely, and put both of them away of the frontlines for too long. This has led Caellus to adapt his weapons to anti-armor combat, knowing that while any kind of enemy can be pushed away by the appropriate force, some tasks are left exclusively for the Apothecary. Since then, he had saved a number of guards from burning vehicles, and extracted the genecode from almost a dozen dreadnoughts, with the help of a custom-made power glaive.

Personality:
Despite the horrors he had seen, Brother Caellus is very friendly. He enjoys meeting new brothers, and tries to get to know them as much as he can between battles. Some mistake this for a distraction or unnecessary indulgence - in truth, Caellus tries to find the best way to work with anyone in dangerous situations, to make the team more than just the sum of its parts.

He is very curious, almost dangerously so. He enjoys learning new things about the xeno, more than once accused of borderline heresy by the closest inquisitor. He tries to be as cooperative as possible when this happens, preferring to lose time over having to be away from the front lines for some loyalty test.

He also enjoys trying out new battle tactics, even if they put him or his team in danger. He believes in pushing oneself to one's limit - he isn't as brave as curios whether the stunt will work. But since tactics are not his forte, he would very rarely suggest a battle plan.

Equipment
Standard Apothecary Backpack
Narthecium
Blood Chalice
Bolt Pistol
Power Glaive
Frag Grenades

Name: Pietro Baldassare

Appearance: Pietro wears a suit of ornate Mk.8 power armor, with several purity seals on both his shoulders, his weapons and his chest piece. His helmet has a laurel wreath of silver inlaid into it. Under his helmet, Pietro's face has a few scars and 4 Service studs above his right eye. His hair is cropped close to his skull. His left eye is replaced with a bionic.

Age: 326

Rank:
Veteran Sergeant

Personality:
Pietro is like a rock. He is stubborn and unyielding, no matter the challenge. He values a strong chain of command, is loyal and ready to give his life if asked. Though he has still to come to terms with his reassignment, he wouldn't go against a direct order from his chapter master. He also holds Little respect for the common soldiers of the Imperium, seeing the as weak, spineless Cowards, only a step away from betraying the Emperor.

Bio:
Pietro's past is, for an Astartes, pretty common. He was recruited, passed his initiation and spent his time in the 7th company as a tactical marine until his induction into the 1st company as a Sternguard Veteran. However, a few years before deploying to Corillia, he was transferred to the command squad of the 4th company to replace losses.

Gear:
Power Fist

Storm Bolter with special rounds

Frag and Krak grenades

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