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Name: Pot'Apher Forgewalker

Faction: Adeptus Astartes

Sub Faction: Assault MArine

Sex: Male

Age: 411

Rank: Vangaurd Veteran Sergeant

Specialty: Close Combat, Deep Strike Assault

Equipment: Mark VII Aquila Armor, Storm Lord Pattern Thunder Hammer, Standard Pattern Jump Pack, Back up dual Combat knifes, Tigrus Pattern Boltgun, Melta-bomb carrier

Psyker: No

Personality: Approachable, friendly and likes to banter playfully with his battle-brothers. Has a tendency to laugh and try to crack jokes in the middle of battle. As well has purposefully go out of his way to niggle at any Sterngaurd Veterans who might be in ear-shot.

History: "You will fight in the streets, and in the habs! You will fight for the enemy's death, not your own lives! You will fight and you will drive this filth from the Emperor's city. You will do these things, or you will face my wrath." - Captain Denon, 2nd Company

These words were never more true in the case of Sargeant Pot'Apher of the Salamanders. Many a time has he used those very words, quoted almost verbatim to spur his men onto even more glory. During his time in the Assault Squads or his time in the Devastator Squads. It did not matter.

Taken into the Salamanders at the age many usually are. When a man is young, virile and strong. The best age, so a man has a better chance of surviving the ordeal of becoming a Neophyte and beyond that becoming a true Astartes. It should be no surprise that Pot'Apher went through it all. Survived every step, many of those who were taken on did not make it. Some killed before they could receive their first implants, some after. But Pot'Apher went all the way. Surviving and maturing. Year by year, becoming stronger, faster, deadlier, day by day. He paid his dues as a scout, and showed early that he was much more at home with close range killing then long range sniping or mid-range marksmanship. When he received his Black Carapace he was filtered into the ranks of the Devastator Squads. Where he provided close range support, and in times of duress, close combat interdiction with his pistol and blade. Hundreds of engagements passed, centuries ebbed by. He wielded a Lascannon for about 50 years or so, before he was edged into the Assault Squads. There he came into his own.

His love of close combat, with sword, pistol and the sound of fighting around him made his skills bloom like never before. He rose to the task, fighting beside his brothers. Blazing through the air at the sound of their commanders call. Dropping from on high into the middle of an unaware enemy group. Deep-striking with the help Thunderhawk. It mattered not, he did it with gusto. He fought in the Assault Squads for years. Moving up in rank, attaining the rank of Sergeant, before being given a great honor.

He was offered a place among the greatest. An accolade he never expected and never really sought out. Places had opened, and offers were made. One place, was for a sargeant position, at the head of a new squad of Vanguard Veterans. And that place was offered to Pot'Apher. Such an offer does not come regularly. And what a fool he'd be if he turned it down. He donned the mantle of Vangaurd Veteran. He sailed forth at the head of a squad of Veterans, in fact some of them from his previous Assault Squad. They flew into battle like a comet from heaven.

Appearance: [img=http://th01.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/i/2014/034/e/3/salamanders_assault_marine_by_terraluna5-d751fwq.jpg] [/hider]

Lemme know what you think.