Name: Castigus Sharak

Denomination: Chaos Undivided.

Appearance:

Towering at approximately nine and a half feet tall out of his power armor Castigus frame is on the tall end of the space marines range of heights. With pale skin, black eyes, and dark stingy black hair he is readily identifiable as a Nostroman native. The right side of his head has been shaved away and Nostroman script spiders across the pale flesh in blue ink. Crawling down the right side of his face and neck; the tattoos continue down over his right shoulder. A gift or perhaps a curse from the Ruinous Powers the tattoo is a warp mutation.

The Astartes gene-bulked body features the characteristic ports of his black carapace. Beneath his skin dark lines have begun to appear tracing veins and arteries; another visible sign of his increasing corruption.

In his armor, Castigus is a terrible sight to behold. Painted in the colors of his legion the armor is covered with a variety of death motifs as originally encouraged by The Nighthaunter. Hundreds of decorative bronze skulls can be seen within the trim of his armor. Each wrought with varying degrees of expression in the brown arches and jaws of the skulls. Eschewing the bat-winged helm of other Legionnaires, Castigus helm is smooth save for his vox-grille which has been worked into the clenched teeth of a skull. Additional markings along his pauldrons and armor indicate his assignment to the Tenth Company, 3rd Claw as a Night Raptor. If the markings were not enough of an indication, Castigus preference for a jump pack often makes it readily apparent.

Personality: On the opposite end of the spectrum from many of his companions in the Night Raptor’s ranks Castigus possess an almost laconic demeanor. Many could accuse him of being slow at the worst of times or overly patient at the best. While he may be slower to anger or bloodlust than his murderous brothers he still possesses the gene predilections of his legion. When combat or the need to inflict terror and pain are upon him Castigus loses much of his usual demeanor becoming vicious and brutal. True to his assignment as a Night Raptor.

Following the destruction of third Claw, Castigus has begun to learn to channel this hot burning viciousness. The change has been brought about more out of necessity than out of real want on his part as it stems from his new Alpha Legion brother. As if this change were not strange enough Castigus has also begun another, perhaps arguably more sinister, change in his personality. The Nighthaunter’s grim sense of black and white justice has begun to creep back into Castigus’ actions and thoughts. Where once he might have slaughtered everyone without a thought he now assigns sins for which they are being punished. Cowardice, Pride, Sloth, the list goes on.

Biography: Castigus was born on Nostromo and was raised there during the Great Crusade. His family were informants for one of the local crime bosses after the Nighthaunter had been called back to Holy Terra and the planet had deteriorated once more. During one of the selections for children to be sent as a tithe, he was selected. His parents were merely thankful that it was the youngest and not one of his older siblings who were chosen. Little did they know it was his age that was to be desired for he would be gene forged into one of the Emperor’s Astartes.

Years passed in a whirlwind for Castigus who passed the trials of a space marine and was finally assigned to 10th Company. Void Warfare Specialists. For a time it was almost a peaceful thing for him. They would be sent off to one theatre of war or another. By that time their reputation was established. The system or world would plead for mercy, and there would be mercy. The Emperor’s Mercy in the form of a vicious and sudden campaign of terror and brutality before order was restored. It mattered little to Castigus who the enemy was for it was a simple thing. Whoever his Captains and Primarch said he should kill. He killed with startling viciousness letting them scream out their last moments in blessed fear.

Then the time came, the Warmaster. Now the Arch-Traitor Horus decided it was for the best that the Emperor be dethroned. Once again he was pitched back into the fight but this time. This time it was different. Brother fought brother, and the carnage that was wrought across the Galaxy was apocalyptic. Castigus reveled in it as he always had but now his brother’s deviations were not so strange in light of Lorgar’s children allowing the Neverborn to ride their souls. Or for Slow and plodding Mortarion’s children to show up to the siege of Terra bloated with pox and disease. “Gifts” he later learned from the death god Nurgle. Still, stranger was Magnus’ Thousand Sons fully steeped in the powers of the Warp. The list went on. It didn’t matter.

While his brother’s boots found the soil of Holy Terra Castigus fought a different war. A silent one. In the quiet void between ships where he participated in boarding action after boarding actions. Racing down the hallways of Imperial ships and Space Marine battle barges alike. The Cult Mechanicus had sided with them after all… The rush had been something, unlike anything he had ever felt.

When all was said and done they fled into the night. Sowing terror and death across the stars before they were finally forced to limp into Eye space. Their Captain became the Exalted. Things changed. They always did. It was never really the same in light of Tera. Finally, the day came. He never could remember the name of the planet. Some Black Legion resisting bastion of Slaaneshi cultists. Didn’t matter. They screamed a lot. He couldn’t tell if it was from the fear they had inflicted or because they liked it. When it was all said and done he was left wandering on the surface of a still reeling planet. Alone without the other members of Third Claw with the Covenant of Blood vanished into the void.

That had been when he met the Alpha Legionnaire. After a brief standoff in which they determined that their goals were mutually aligned the two began the grim business of escaping the planet and finding a new purpose. An unlikely duo to say the least. But an effective and deadly one without a doubt. The cunning of a Twentieth Legion spook and the sheer unadulterated fear of an Eight Legion terror trooper working in concerted tandem.

Necessity and the will of the Gods have finally seen fit to bring the pair to the surface of Skuberrima. Strange enough to find a single legionnaire without a Warband, let alone two from different Legions. Running low on personal supplies it's clear the two are more than willing to sell their talents to the highest bidder. And their talents are nothing to be scoffed at.

Name/Titles: As an Alpha Legionnaire, he has any amount of names including Alpharius. Though he was born with the name Mannfred Skorzeny, the alias he goes by is Laszlo Octavius.

Denomination: Chaos Undivided(?)

Appearance: Laszlo is particularly short for a Space Marine at little more than two meters, a trait that has helped him to at times masquerade as a human. His facial appearance is not memorable, and many who witness him will give varied descriptions on his appearance. From a shaved head to long hair and said hair being from blond to jet black. His skin has been described from being pale as Valhallan snows to the dark shade of Vulkan's sons, whilst his eyes can be the same or Ultramarine blue. All of this is in truth is largely thanks to surgeries performed by one of Bile's students. He has no outwardly visible mutations or other marks of Chaos, for all intents and purposes being a normal Astartes on first inspection, though given the current warband he is with being disproportionately Slaaneshi he makes sure to have a more handsome visage when sans helmet.

His armour is very similar, being seemingly ordinary Corvus pattern armour, well made and perhaps master-crafted without ornamentation of any Chapter to allow a quick re-painting of it for a new disguise. His weapons are likewise good but unmarked things, easily switched about. A combi-melta, a power-sword and a bolt-pistol all given to a Warsmith of the Iron Warriors to modify it enough so no Chapter affiliation could be cast upon it.

Personality: The Alpha Legionnaire's personality is difficult to discern for the secretive nature in his very genes. In truth, as a veteran of the long war in the Alpha Legion Laszlo is not quite sure of his very own values and beliefs, his personality likewise indiscernible even to those who have known him for long. He has become uncertain of the very things that define him having to juggle so many personalities from a Chaos Lord's sycophant to trusted advisor of a leading Imperial campaign. The only thing he holds dear to the depths of his heart is devotion to the supreme plan of his Primarch, which - he believes - he is still following most faithfully.

Perhaps one thing has come to characterize him across all of the personalities he enters, and that is disgust with the universe as a whole. Both traitors and Imperium alike have degenerated to such a miserable point, and for all his centuries in both the Empyrean and real-space he has "seen it all", so to speak, and he is not impressed. Though born with a nature neither violent nor impatient, the almost cyclical history of his existence has lead to some outbursts on supposed comrades — however, only after their purpose has expired in an attempt to moderate madness with professionalism.

Biography: Mannfred Skorzeny was born but a few decades before the beginning of the great Brother-War. As a child he was noted for strength and intelligence as are most candidates for the Legiones Astartes but in his case something stood out in particular to the Alpha Legionnaire. Though the boy was physically several standard deviations ahead of other children his age he was noticeably smaller. Whereas for most Legions this would have been an instant disqualifier, in the Alpha Legion this was almost a blessing. Though tall Marines were often required for the Alpha Legion to help ordinary brothers disguise as the Primarch, a short Marine was useful for infiltrating mortal realms.

Mannfred did not require a false-hood to be hidden in amongst newly found human worlds in the great Crusade, which was particularly useful when going through subterfuge in worlds with higher technologies where a false-hood could be detected.

But the Marine proved to have more than just size on his side. He worked well with firearm and blade, he played any given role perfectly, and he was an accomplished if not quite a great leader and commander in the field.

But a single squad commanded by the Marine who came to be known as Laszlo given sufficient time and resources would achieve the subjugation of an entire system. As time went on and the Horus Heresy approached, Laszlo ascended further and further into the circles of trust in his Legion, the Marine being informed of more and more complex schemes and webs of trickery in the Legion, much of what he knew or rather believed he knew proving to be false. But though he came into the Primarch's circle of trust, the very reason he was selected for service in the Legion became the inhibitor of his career's growth. Particularly, he never crossed the boundary of drinking the Primarch's blood.

Though he never acknowledged it nor gave any sign of it, this placed the seed of frustration and jealousy in the heart of the Space Marine. It was the eve of the heresy and the Alpha Legion was undergoing the long task of infiltrating other Legions and the Imperium itself but on the mind of Laszlo was only proving himself to Alpharius and Omegon.

War began, and the Alpha Legionnaire sought out the aid of a renowned Emperor's Children Apothecary. Alas, he could not find Fabius Bold himself, but he did get ahold of one of his greatest students and as time went on this was perhaps for the best. Over the course of the heresy a long course of surgeries was performed on the Legionnaire, from the sonic resistance and screams that characterized proto Noise Marines to augments in his body allowing him to readily change its structure and appearance (with even the potential of augmenting his height) to general physical surgeries. He passed tests of loyalty when his brother Legionnaires under the guise of foes capturing him tortured and interrogated him but his only response was an attempt at suicide using his betcher's gland.

Yet in spite of all this, he was still not granted the honour of drinking the Primarch's blood for the banal reason of his height, and as the heresy ended it became apparent he would not ever now be given the chance to ascend into the ranks of those who became as the Primarch himself.

With the great scouring and the very nature of how traitors operated changing, Laszlo travelled across much of the Galaxy. He lost the Cruiser under his command at the siege of Terra as per plans, but others in the Legion failed to uphold their part of the scheme and so he found himself alone, and vulnerable.

He went with some members of the Sons of Horus, they who soon became the Black Legion. He travelled with them for a very long time, at many points once more crossing with other members of the Alpha Legion with whom he would soon once more travel with.

But first, he needed the aid of the Black Legion in finding the same Emperor's Children Apothecary for final augments to himself. He came upon him, in a port more than a millennium after the Horus Heresy, but the fellow had changed beyond recognition. An attempt to speak with him and ask for more was quickly halted when it became apparent the Apothecary wanted to experiment and ply far more dark sciences than those of the past on one of his previous works and it seemed he wouldn't take no for an answer.

Laszlo carefully manipulated his new Black Legion comrades into going to war with the warband of the Apothecary turned Slaaneshi Sorceror. He was killed after a year of exchanges in both realspace and the warp, and thus the warband outlived its usefulness to Laszlo.

He once more travelled the Galaxy, this time in search of perhaps a final vial of the Primarch's blood. The Marine met now grand members of his Legion across the Galaxy like Occam himself, along with many upstarts born long after the Great Crusade and ignorant of the Legion's ultimate conspiracy.

After travels of several millennia in real space the Legionnaire decided it was time for a different approach. He once more joined with the Black Legion, travelling the Galaxy with them on his strange quest.

With his new comrades his service was quite long, centuries perhaps, until he ended up on a world that would change his prospects for a long time. From his intelligence it was a suicide mission, but he learned the slain Apothecary of his past was not in fact slain and he decided that - for this case - he would make an exception to reason. The Marine after fierce battle with rival cultists was believed to be dead on the world, and left stranded upon it.

Fate led him to a son of the Night Haunter, whom he initially believed to be one of the foe. But an understanding was swiftly reached, one based upon neither Marine wanting to die but quickly growing to a sense of trust. It was a slow transition born of necessity, growing out of the mere alliance of necessity it was at first. The Marines were very different, but their skills almost perfectly complementary and together they were able to hijack a ship off of the world.

With a vessel controlled only by a Captain under duress, the two knew they had a weak grip on their predicament at best, and after some thought they decided to head to Skuberrima. It was a vile den for sure, but such was an environment both would thrive in.

Other: Though he is a Veteran Alpha Legionnaire with all the prowess that entails, much of Laszlo's might comes from a series of surgeries he received from a student of Fabius Bile. He can shout with blood boiling volume even without a helmet to amplify his voice, feeling nothng of such sound's effects. But volume is not the only thing he has control over, a wide selection of intonation available to him. He can with some effort change his facial appearance, and with time that of his whole body. Further, he has better smell borrowing what the Apothecary learned from dead Space Wolves and resistance to the elements borrowed from Slamanders all of which is in addition to a general step towards the "perfection" that the Sons of Fulgrim aimed for.