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Severe absence of Chaos and Spikey-boys. Correcting with Tzeentch. --- **Name:** Atul Abn-Zar **Age:** Roughly ten millennia **Gender:** Male **Appearance:** ["All is dust."](http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/210/c/6/knowledge_by_kimplate-d6fpicx.png) **Canon, AU, or OC?:** OC **Universe of Origin:** Warhammer 40,000 **Personality:** After ten thousand years of warfare, serving the gods of an immaterial realm, and facing aliens and humans alike, it's not surprising for someone to turn out mad. Atul, at the very least, does not come across as one of the madmen usually found within the Ruinous forces. He projects the presence of a dedicated and experienced academic, and there's nothing explicitly sinister about him as a person. But he also has ten thousand years of lying under his belt. Yes, he is an earnest and curious researcher at heart, but Atul would not be alive were he not equally conniving and twisted under the veil. Atul's ability to hide disdain or hatred is second-to-none, a trait one picks up when working with Chaos Lords for centuries at a time. Perhaps some among those gathered would be able to tell there's something off about Atul beyond his odd appearance. None the less he is cohesive towards group goals, making it difficult to really accuse him without some evidence. He holds a large amount of contempt for those of the Space Wolves legion and its descendants. Oddly enough, thoughts of his home reality are at the back his mind. Presented with a much grander picture to observe and learn about, he is content to turn his focus towards learning what he can from this experience. He at times feels confused because of this exposure to a world beyond the one he was so acquainted with, bringing his intents and purpose into question. **Weapons & Equpment:** - **Warp Blade Thuthqen:** Contained within blue steel is a daemon of Tzeentch, Thuthqen the Archivist. In its failure, it was cast down from its high position within the crystal maze and into the hands of Atun early into his service to Tzeentch. Although defiant and scheming for the first five thousand years or so, Thuthqen has since settled down and resigned its self, broken by the will of Atun. As a weapon it is intended to protect Atun from psychic abilities, but now it is located outside of its original universe it is about as useful as a power sword. - **Mark IV Maximus Power Armour:** As a proud veteran of the Horus Heresy, Atun's armor has hardly changed in all the years he has roamed the galaxy. Although a sorcerer, this once-holy armour turns him into a near-invulnerable juggernaut among men. In a sense, the armour is as much Atun's sarcophagus as it is his protection, a completely sealed off environment which only the most potent of attacks could break through. As a Sorcerer of the Thousand Sons, he is one of the few left in his legion who can make use of the armours full functions due to retaining his physical body, rather than being a mere soul bound to the armor. - **Tome of Prospero:** Named after the homeworld of the Thousand Sons, the Tome of Propero is grimoire containing a wealth of spells and rituals, and instructions on how to carry them out. Unfortunately for Atun, a large majority of these spells are either less effective or completely useless outside of his universe. **Abilities:** - **Veteran of Countless Wars:** The entirety of Atun's ancient life has been consumed by conflict, be it against aliens or slaves to the Corpse Emperor, and when not fighting he was either learning how to better combat the enemies of chaos or how to master chaos. Indeed, the raw amount of combat experience Atun has acquired is enough to dwarf that of most within the realms of 'humanity', be it in strategy, tactics or direct combat, and the same goes for other veterans of the Heresy. He is a sorcerer at his core, but that does not mean he cannot fend for himself beyond his sorcery. - **Psyker & Sorcerer:** Sorcerers of the Thousand Sons legion are the most powerful 'spellcasters' short of the Lords of Change themselves. Atun knows many spells by rote and mind, along with refined control of his psyker abilities. Among these is the **Doombolt**, an ability which launches several dark blue charges of warp-energy towards the enemy at relatively slow speeds, but with each bolt having a highly destructive effect upon impact. Other abilities include firing arcs of potent **lightning** from his hands, **pyromancy**, **illusions** and more. In the absence of the warp to call upon, much of his sorcery is weakened and relies largely upon his own state as a psyker, which is still quite considerable. **Backstory:** Like all of his kind, the story of Atun Abn-Zar, Chosen Sorcerer of Tzeentch, begins long ago with an event called the Burning of Prospero. In a gamble to warn their Emperor of a coming threat to the Imperium, the leader of the Thousand Sons called on his cabal of sorcerers - Atun included - to aid him in casting a mighty spell which would deliver a message directly to the Emperor. Sorcery, not only prohibited by its very nature as sorcery, tainted by chaos. The gamble was a failure, and the Thousand Sons legion found themselves spurned by the Imperium and under assault from the Space Wolves legion under Leman Russ. Such is the fate of sorcerers, they would say. For the next two-thousand years, a righteous fury consumed the bookish Atun, turning him from a humble researcher into a destructive force of warp fire and lightning, waging a personal war against the Space Wolves along with his fellow Thousand Sons. It was, in a way, nothing more than a millennia long child's tantrum at the experience of betrayal, and a time he looks back on with no regret but some embarrassment. After the relatively successful assault on Fenris, the home of the Space Wolves, and with the blood of many Space Wolves on his hands, Atun felt nothing. He that thought revenge for Prospero would bring him satisfaction, and it did if only for an instant, but revenge ultimately left him feeling burnt out and hollow. The researcher returned to being himself once more, dedicating himself to seeking the vague 'truth' and study, occassionally lending his assistance to the efforts of Chaos Undivided. Then came the Rubric of Ahriman, an attempt to stop the rampant mutations which had plagued the Thousand Sons, a ritual which Atun played a part in. It worked, but only to an extent. He and the other sorcerers needed not worry, their bodies and minds remained, but to those of them who lacked the talents and abilities of the sorcerers... it was a monkeys paw. Saved but cursed, they now existed as souls bound to their power armor, their physical being turned to ash instantly upon the casting of the sorcerous cataclysm. Twice now Atun had participated in something which only served to damn his brothers. Guilt. It used to weight heavily on Atun, but over the years he has rather counter productively gotten used to the feeling. He became increasingly reclusive, keeping the company of warbands briefly with only his apprentices and followers being the consistent sources of contact. He followed up mysteries, doing his best to solve them - And this is what lead him into this new and odd world. The Eldar Webway had always been a point of curiosity for Atun, turning his focuses towards better figuring out its function. One can imagine how that turned out. Now alone on a world with different stars, feeling an _odd_ absence of the warp, Atun can do nothing but wait and see. **Faction:** Factionless

Kugehebara made eye contact with Denzaimonten, but it'd be incorrect to say the other did the same. His red pools stared through Rikuto as if his physical presence was all but absence, the only suggestion that Denzai had even noticed him being a roll of his shoulder to get the others hand off of it. It was not that he disliked or intended to be rude to Rikuto, it was just a personal space thing. The proceedings got nothing other than an arched brow out of Denzaimonten, and only when Kyouko had made her entrance. The interactions of Mizushima and Homura only continued to affirm Denzai's beliefs about the school and its student body - an overly aggressive, pent up mess - and this was coming from the guy who had to sort out the Model UN when fights broke out. Such was the case with children, though. He'd long moved past throwing his weight around like he had something to prove, or using such vulgar tongue in an attempt to construct some sort of 'solid' persona. Silence is bliss, and Denzai is in pursuit of it. Most answers from Denzai were exactly that, silent, unless required. In fact, if meaning needed to be conveyed from the silence, usually large red kanji or hiragana show up to do the speaking for him...but we don't see that. ##不満足 ####**DISCONTENT** Yeah, like that. With the show coming to a close, and no need for any impromptu discipline, the DISEC chair turned on his heel and began to make his way back to a more important matter - getting to lessons.

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