[hider=Ordo Malleus Inquisitor][b]Name[/b]: Hieronymus Fletch

[b]Age[/b]: 67

[b]Gender[/b]: M

[b]Role[/b]: Inquisitor

[b]Ordos[/b]: Malleus

[b]Appearance[/b]: Brown hair cropped short, with grey eyes and scarred face, Heironymus cuts an impressive and stately visage. He has broad shoulders and is finely cut in his physique, though his skin is now growing weathered from the years and battles. He dons the typical Inquisitor apparel, a holy symbol upon his chest and a harsh, observant look upon his iron eyes. 
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[b]Personality[/b]: Justice, faith, and knowledge would be the three words to describe Heironymus. He has an unyielding sense of truth and punishment, undeterred by the vast array of forces he must face. Long years as an inquisitor have made him very calculating and well read, his wisdom growing with each successful (and sometimes unsuccessful) mission. He's not above finding cynical humor, and appreciate comradeship with his fellow inquisitors or any Imperial guard/Astartes he must work with. 

[b]History[/b]: Born as a native to Cadia, he was adopted into the military and took to it as a fish takes to water. He decided to make it his career, and saw his first campaign against rebels in a nearby system, shutting them down quickly and effortlessly. Or so it seemed, until from the blood of those he and his comrades had killed rose a Demon of Khorne. It took their psycker and all of their weapons combined to defeat it. It was a fight he'd never forget. 

His next campaign saw him and his fellows taking on the Tau, vying over a planet that eventually needed to be given an exterminatus. Despite the obvious Xenos threat, Hieronymus was certain that the powers of chaos must have been the ones pulling the strings, convinced from his fight with the demon that they were the single greatest threat to the galaxy. Hieronymus began questioning captured Xenos on their motivations for trying to conquer the planet. The Inquisitor that ordered the exterminatus heard rumors of the soldier's zealous hatred to the Demon kind and observed him for a time, before being convinced that the Cadian would make a fine Inquisitor. 35 years, various campaigns, hundreds of books, and foiled Demonic plots later, Hieronymus is now an adept and dangerous member of the Inquisition.

[b]Philosophy[/b]: Puritan

[b]Skills & Abilities[/b]: Skilled at melee and ranged. Investigatory skills. Well read and knowledgeable. 

[b]Retinue Members[/b]: None at this time.

[b]Equipment[/b]: 
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[*]Bolt Pistol (with blessed rounds)
[*]Blessed Power Sword 
[*]Frag Grenades
[*]Krak Grenades
[*]Psyk-out Grenades
[*]Holy Book of the Imperium
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[b]Miscellaneous[/b]: 
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The door burst open, smoke pouring forth into the cultist's hidden chamber. One man stood upon a dias in sacrilegious robes, and three zealouts stood naked as the day they were born, bleeding from a dozen wounds carefully etched upon their chests to make the mark of Tzeentch. Before the three, bubbling up from the blood of their wounds, was a lesser Daemon that was still forming before them. However, they all spun from their ritual to try and decipher who kicked in their door. 

Two bolter rounds cut through the smoke and felled a zealot, and another made a blood spattered ruin out of the second one. The third screeched like a mad man and flailed about as the stately figure of Hieronymus strode into the room. "Unholy scum." he said, slicing the zealot in half before unloading his pistol's remaing blessed rounds into the maw of the growing daemon, destroying it before it could fully form. The cultist leader cowered against the back wall, holding his book of daemon lore. 

Hieronymus Fletch suddenly turned his way, his gaze as sharp as a dagger. He knew the man, this Daemon summoner. He had been the lowly merchant Hieronymus had seen in the poor quarter not two days ago. 
"How did you find us!?" the man begged, shuddering as the Inquisitor calmly approached him. With his flowing robes and thrumming power sword, he cut a figure that sent a wave of despair over this defiler. 

"Oh, all I needed to do was look at the data logs of the Compound, to see who was entering at odd times. I did some investigatory work and discovered you had bought many...questionable items recently. I simply had to place a tracker upon you as you slept. But I digress. It's time to finish this." 
He calmly reloaded his pistol as the man began to stammer. 
"Hieronymus please! I-I was onl-" 
The bolder round flew through the man's forehead, ending his life and his lies. The Inquisitor lowered his weapon, and closed his eyes, muttering a prayer for the Emperor to send this man to the hell where he belonged.
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[b]Relationships with Other Characters[/b]: WIP 
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