Name: Formerly Neophyte 12-92/8, given the name Bieito (bee-AY-to) Macer
Rank: Battle-Brother
Specialisation: None as of yet
Psychic Aptitude: Like all of his brethren Brother Bieito is a psyker more capable than most in the Imperium, and just as able to use them in the heat of battle against the Emperor's foes. That being said, he also prefers the more martial side of his existence, never showing - nor seemingly wishing to show - excessive proficiency in the powers of the mind.
Appearance: Bieito is 'thin' for an Astartes, if such a word can be used to describe a walking slab of muscle, slighter in build than some of his brothers but more than making up with it with the speed and precision with which he executes his duty and his enemies, hours upon hours of gruelling bodily training and time spent in the training halls shaping him as surely as the psycho-indoctrination of his earlier years and his unshakeable faith in the Emperor.
This behaviour has also left him with multiple scars marring his superhuman flesh, in spite of not seeing true battle... yet.
Facially he bears features typical of Ancient Terran Spaniards, an oblong face with bronzed skin from which peer a quick and intelligent pair of ocean blue eyes, the short reddish-brown hair and beard (an affectation he took from his Justicar) being changed by the implantation process into an almost pure white instead; this makes him look a little older than his comrades, though he is on equal footing with each of them.
Psychic Aptitude: Olympio is a very powerful psyker even by the standards of the Grey Knights, the leadership of the Chapter considering him for the Librarius or even the Prognosticars should his career prove fruitful; however, his powers are rather unfortunately for a Grey Knight in the fields not immediately tangible in the battlefield; very powerful telepathy, divination, and even the power of logokinetics are natural to young Olympio. Thus he will in battle more often than not simply lend his power to his Brothers rather than using it himself.
Appearance: Brother Olympio is a fairly tanned man, his skin the shade of aged wood, with matching dark hair and brown-green eyes. He is generally bald, with his skin from head to toe covered in tattoos and decorative brands or scarrings from his past though these fade rapidly with time.
Specialisation: Sirius has no particular specialisation at the moment, though in melee combat, his preferred weapons are a pair of Nemesis Force Falchions, weapons that demand finesse and dexterity from the wielder.
Psychic Aptitude: At the basic level, Sirius has mastered the standard powers wielded by most Grey Knights, but with his evident bent toward dexterity, he has taken time to practice imbuing himself and his fellows with heightened reflexes, dexterity, and accuracy, ensuring swift and immediately devastating blows when needed.
Appearance: Pale is the word to describe Brother Elazar. His hair and eyes have both been bleached of colour, and his skin is alabaster, close to translucent over his powerful frame, the image completed with a relatively subtle facial structure compared to some of his brethren. One could argue he has a sort of charm to him, but it is a charm derived from his intensity rather than his social graces, and it is easy to tell what his focus is at any given time, for his entire attention shifts to accommodate; whilst he is intensely energetic and rarely remains still on his feet, especially in battle, this is as much a side effect of this total focus as of his personality.
Specialty: Since the distant dawn of civilization, mankind possessed an effective weapon against the darkness one passed from generation to generation. Fire. A means, which through the endless march of centuries, when war and strife resulted in the production of ever more destructive equipment, never lost its lethal potency. Basilious wields a heavy flamer in his service of the Emperor, lovingly bearing the enormous weight with the ease and care one would show a small child. Although the righteous flames his weapon produces are a mere fraction of his burning passion, it is however sufficient for incinerating yet another enemy of the Imperium.
Psychic Aptitude: A competent sorcerer for all intents and purposes, Basilious stands slightly above the average warrior within the ranks of the Grey Knights in terms of power. His innate stubbornness and internal blaze were honed to perfection on Titan’s frigid tundra, fashioning the young brother into the ideal living weapon. Powerful offensive abilities are Basilious’ signature, fashioned from a philosophy of shock and awe, considering few opponents will have the time or gumption to strike back while defending themselves from an overwhelming assault.
Appearance: Neither the wretched scourge, or blistering hellscape could break his spirit, nor even the scrubbing of life before could completely eradicate the man he once was. Basilious bears the resemblance of a particularly stupid individual, or at least one who is unreasonably cheerful. In truth, he does not even know himself why his spirits never flag, but maintains his self-assured smile, nonetheless. The battle-brother cuts a powerful figure even outside his tactical armor, sporting a stockier build and close shaved raven hair. Despite his bulk Basilious is almost graceful in his movements, as if he considers each action carefully before shifting his enormous weight. Set above a powerful jaw are a pair of emerald green eyes, wherein dances a merry light uncommon amongst his brothers. After all such emotion is so often scrubbed from them entirely, yet a glimmer still resides inside Basilious, barely concealed beneath a veneer of virtuous zeal.
