Tormon, like nearly all Raven guard he was born on Kiahvar, eking out an existence hiding from and working for the various gangs that choked the lower districts of the industrial sectors. We was discovered in his youth and forcibly taken by the chaplains of the Raven Guard, spirited away to their second home on the moon Deliverance.

His early years in the chapter were normal if un=exemplary. He served much like every other young marine. Pumped full of eight thousand years worth of heroic tales and solemn dirges for the honoured fallen. Driven, beaten, broken and rebuilt like the rest of the young aspiring scout marines. He learned and harnessed the power of Wraith slipping, honed his skills with a blade in the assault company, learned the value of a well placed and impeccably timed application of overwhelming firepower while in the devastator company, and above all temperance and balance serving in the tactical reserve.

For most of his years of service his sergeants and commanders believed him adequate to the tasks assigned of him. He followed his orders without any record of infraction or disobedience. And he followed them to the letter, always doing precisely what was asked of him, never any less and he never voiced complaints about his superiors or questioned their abilities to lead. This act kept him from a sergeants rank for longer than would be normal as he wasn't believed to have the initiative or imagination to take command. Nor did he seem to possess the ambition for rank.

But as mortal humans like to say 'some people are born to be leaders, they just need the right opportunity and the right moment.' Sometimes with the confusing adage 'A little nudge never hurts either'. Tormon was well over 150 years old was when his opportunity came in the form of a counter attack waged against them during scouring campaign initiated by his company to clean a world of its native xenos population. His actions while taking charge of his shattered squad and leading them not only to victory but assuming to give direction and orders to other sergeants on enemy locations and positions helped quicken the takeover of several provinces. and the destruction of numerous tunnels and breeding pits used by the savage creatures.

He was quickly given permanent command of his squad and proved an exemplary officer during the remaining days of the campaign. Following that conflict and his numerous contributions to it, Tormon became something of a rising star within the Raven Guard. Proving again and again his aptitude for both following and giving orders, rising to face whatever challenges happened to be thrown against him by the will of the chapter or by the cruel fates that control the galaxy. His deeds propelled him not only into the ranks of the veterans but into the company captaincy he held until recently. While he may have been and older sergeant he became a very young captain.

Once in that toll he built further upon reputation for daring and calculation, noted as more outspoken and verbal than most Raven Guard who gradually become more brooding and removed as they age. Often shouting inspiring speeches or blurbs to those fighting beneath him. Frequently forgoing the usage of traditional power claws in favour of bolder, more visually intimidating weaponry against his foes.

Like any good Raven Guard captain he used his natural gift of stealth frequently and to great effect. But he was never afraid of being seen either. Of offering the enemy a visual glimpse of their doom or letting his company see him diving into the thick of the fray to lead the initial charge.

He often believed that it was far more effective on your enemies psyche to mix between stealth and display. To give the enemy a glimpse of what was following them but deny them the ability to chase it. Just re-appearing often enough to remind them what was hounding them relentlessly, what would continue to hound them until they dropped from exhaustion or spent their last round of munitions firing futilely into the darkness.

Unlike most shadow captains he was loathe to use the Imperial guard or other mortals as bait for ambushes. A common tactic that has led to the downfall of many an imperial regiment, and earned the continued ire of Imperial command towards the chapter. This willingness to, in his mind utilize the Imperial military assets more effectively and his unwillingness to further damage his own reputation and that of his chapter with the Astra Militarum marked him as notably different from his fellows. This consequently meant his company was often put into greater danger more frequently as he used his own assets instead, but his tactical supremacy ensured casualties amongst his brothers were still kept minimal despite the increased risk. This made him disliked by more traditionalist elements within the chapter and even those hardliner proponents who served beneath him. Some believed he was endangering their lives to further his own image and glory. While others below him embraced his decisions and style of command. Some squad leaders and battle brothers emulating him, deviating further from established chapter norms, Believing Tormon’s rational to be wiser and more humanitarian and thus more appropriate for an astartes.

These and other deviations from the chapter norm made him a competent commander but too removed from Raven Guard ways to ever be considered for the mantle of Master of Shadows or even one of the more senior captain roles. Deviating slightly from the codex is not an issue for the Raven Guard, deviating from chapter tradition is a more tenuous decision to make. But one Tormon never shied from or was ashamed to justify and explain to his chapter master. Earning him at least grudging respect from even his most staunch opponent for standing his ground on the matter.

But those differences of opinion made him a perfect candidate for another opportunity. One the Raven Guard had been preparing for two hundred years after being contacted directly by the high lords of Terra and the Inquisition. And the chapter master thought that Tormon, of all the other captains perhaps had the greatest potential to make a mark in the Imperium outside the ranks of the Raven Guard. Where his disagreements and alternate habits could be put to more effective use to the galaxy at large.
Tormon is keenly aware he is younger than most of his new senior staff. And what effect that might have on their judgment of him. But he is not willing to apologize for his youth or his being chosen for the honour of leading the chapter over other potential candidates. And certainly he will not bow or back down to anyone as they balk against his tactical choices. He has little time or care for those who would complain about his every decision and blindly cling to the past and their old identities. He is the Lord Commander of the chapter, by the authority of the Golden throne itself he rules and will bow to the whims of no man living or dead save the Emperor. His officers can either learn to accept his leadership and his reformations or they can be replaced by those who will.

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Name: Veniktor Haines

Age: 397

Appearance: Veniktor has mid-length black hair, eyes so dark they could only be described as black, nearly white skin, and is average space marine height. He has no cybernetics, but has three hundred-year studs in his head where his hairline is receding on the right side. His expression is flat and unreadable, as is his monotone voice. He doesn't smile, and rumor has it he has never been friendly a single day in his life. To look at him is to look at one of the vermin-like Corvia, the small bird native to Kiavahr that the Legion is so fond of. His stillness in person is a stark contrast to the sudden violence he displays in battle when making a kill.



Desired position: Captain.

Equipment: MKVI Corvus Pattern Powerarmor, Jump Pack, Lightning Claws, Krak Grenades, Bolt Pistol (carried as backup).

Abilities:

Some say Veniktor once suffered the Sable Brand but was able to recover and regain his self control. This is how they explain his not-wholly-unique ability to call upon an almost supernatural level of fearsome, blind rage in the most intense heat of battle, and why his eyes are so black. Veniktor had trained to use a powerspear, with which he formerly employed the tactic of dive-bombing into the hearts of unsuspecting enemy commanders, but he now favors the claws as opposed to the more finesse-driven spear.

Personal History:

Like many of his brothers, Veniktor was recruited as a child from Deliverance, the moon of the forgeworld Kiavhar, homeworld to the Raven Guard in the Segmentum Tempestus. It was tradition in his family that the eldest male child be submitted for potential recruitment. It was an honor to be chosen, but at first, he missed his family. He wouldn't admit to it, for it was shameful to be caught still looking back, daring to hold any reservations about joining the Emperor's legions. Time passed and Veniktor eventually came to understand his personal attachments as the manifestation of a broader love for all imperial citizens.

He fought aggressively, always keeping the notion of being their protector foremost in his mind, and thus he fit comfortably in the assault ranks. After many battles, age and experience had made him valuable. He was promoted to assault sergeant and charged with leading his squadmates. He still does a fine job at this, but his tactics have drastically changed. Veniktor was in a battle to retake a forgeworld from chaos-infused traitor legioners about a century ago, and he was nearly killed. For a time afterward, had lost his mind, attacking even allies until his wounds could be addressed. Weeks of silence later, he returned to duty, but was no longer the same. He was quiet, judgemental, cold to the neophytes, and demanding in his training. He forced his squad to exercise even greater independence in their strategies than any other, least he reprimand them for failing to use their own minds where it was called for. Lack of wit was a punishable offense in Veniktor's black eyes. he seemed to be brooding over some vengeance denied.

Although the exact reasons remain unknown, Sergeant Veniktor was ordered to join the new chapter as one of their first captains. He had no say in the matter, nor would he have given one. He simply obeyed with a narrowing of his eyes and silence. This was probably an intentional move by the Master of Shadows who had become indifferent to him ever since his personality change. At least "Falcons" traditionally referred to the assault companies. Veniktor expected the new Lord Commander knew what he was getting into.

Name: Varrin Krowe

Age: 382 Standard Terran years

Appearance: Varrin is an old veteran, having served in the Raven Guard for well over three centuries now and it shows. His face is a webbing of scars and marks, three honor studs dot his brow and surprisingly he has no cybernetics. His hair is black, but with many streaks of gray from age. kept slicked back and close against his skull but not cropped or shaved like many other marines. His body is similarly scarred, burns and old gashes long since scarred over. His armor is an old suit of Heresy pattern Power Armor, an honor gained by his actions during the siege of Hive Velix where the Chaplain Preached the teachings of Corx whilst leading a strikeforce to break the decades long siege. Its helm painted a skull like all chaplains, his shoulder recently repainted to show his new chapters sigil.

Desired position: Reclusiarch

Equipment: Mark V Power armor (full set), Crozius Arcanum, Frag and Krak grenades, 'The Ravens Fury' - A relic Plasma pistol given as a badge of office from the Raven Guards Reclusiam to mark his new position within the Celestial Falcons. The Plasma pistol does not draw from power cells like most standard versions, instead it is designed to connect to a larger, more powerful battery attached to a Marines power pack and fueled by a combination of its nuclear battery and excess heat. designed during the Heresy specifically to exploit the over heating issue common among Mark V armors. Connected to the battery through a system of tubes through which the deadly, white hot plasma is transported. While more powerful and with a larger clip size than a regular plasma pistol, it is far more volatile and heats up far quicker.

Abilities, Psychic or otherwise: Varrin is a powerful Close quarters combatant and Orator, like all Chaplains, he is also a staunch traditionalist. He beleives that the ways of their Primarch Corvus Corax are best, training heavily in the stealth and subterfuge used heavily within the Raven Guard. As a heavy Proponent and well traveled veteran Krowe is more than talented in the ways of the Raven Guard, a powerful skulker and stealthy warrior to a fault.

Personal History: Varrin Krowe is a distinguished warrior. He has served with the Reclusiam of the Raven Guard for nearly his entire career, an ever faithful and stalwart Chaplain he cut his teeth fighting the forces of Chaos, Night Lords. His oration, zealous demeanor and superior skills led the Raven Guard to victory and earned him his first scars. Since then he has stood sentinel at many of the Raven Guards most desperate theaters of war. Infiltrating planets held by chaos and ending their occupation, fighting on worlds in the center of charging Ork WAAAAAGHS!!! and hunting down their leadership. More recently he has taken part in hunting Tyranid Leadership, having recently returned from a successful raid against a Splinter fleet, having personally led team into one of the great Tyranid flesh ships to strike at its very heart. He is well known for daring and risky missions, some claiming the Chaplain has a fatalistic personality.

Regardless, upon his return it was decided he would take the role of Reclusiarch for the Newly formed Celestial Falcons, as out of the Reclusiam it was beleived he could best fit the new chapter. At first Varrin was ecstatic, until he met the new 'Lord Commander'. A traditionalist, he did not agree with the direction the Marine wished to take the Celestial Falcons in. Regardless, as a sign of good faith and a devotion to duty, he accepted the position still. He hopes to sway the Lord Commander away from his radical ideals and back to the ways of Corax