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Name: Helmuth Vortzak

Homeworld: the agri-world of [REDACTED] 

Gender: [s]sexually identifies as a Thunderhawk[/s] Male (with Astartes modifications)

Height and Weight: 7ft 307 lbs (without power armour)

Alignment: the Red Hunters

Specialty: Shock trooper, body guard, Assault Marine

Appearance: he is extremely short for a Space Marine, generally making most consider him more ideal for a permanent position as a Tactical Marine. His features are surprisingly weak for an Astartes too, though still very strong for an ordinary human. His hair is always in a pony-tail. He has no scars or markings whatsoever upon him.

Armour: Standard Astartes Mk.7 with a jump pack.

Weapons: 

Phobos Pattern Bolt pistol, one lightning claw. 

Personality: 

Outside of battle he is a very quiet and reserved individual, usually praying, maintaining his weapons and patrolling when not on duty. In battle he is not too different. He had no battlecries, no war-chants but the occasional prayer he mutters under his breath. He sees it as his duty to protect those around him so he will usually charge straight into enemy formations. While great at killing, his focus is upon disrupting enemies so that his comrades can close in for the kills. 

Biography: 

He was born on a peaceful moderately developed agri-world in Segmentum Solar where he had a happy upbringing, loving parents and family, as well as good neigbours; food was bountiful and by the combination of the hard-working communal society and planet's gifts the people could fully pay their Imperial Tithe with just a small portion of what there was for them. Helmuth himself was noted for being a hard-worker, doing the work of an ox by himself and fixing plows and various tools by himself. 

However, all changed when a strange vessel entered the planet's orbit, large men in Red coming and taking supplies and such things that they needed. The planet's governor told all to let them do as they wished and not resist whatever was done. Just before they left, one of the strange men walked right through the wall of Helmuth's house and looked at the boy, working away at his data-slate. Eventually he picked him up in one hand and told the family that their son was chosen for a great honour, and they must be proud. They left silently in less than an hour.

Thus began the boy's training to become a Space Marine of the Red Hunters. His faith was hardened, his resolve and strength multiplied. He had a relatively uneventful time as a scout Marine, easily earning his black carapace, and then passing through his time as a Devastator Marine. However, on his first year as an Assault Marine he was told that they would jump to his world, for Heresy was found there. When they arrived it was to discover a Nurglite cult having formed, and it was well known that such spread the fastest by virtue of their plagues. He easily dealt with the familiarity of it all, but he had to stop when he happened upon his house. When he moved to it his mother came out coughing from the sickness. She looked at him wistfully, and then smiled as the Marine took off his helmet. She went to him but then fell. She reached for his leg and gripped it tightly, looking up in to his eyes with her own teary ones. He had no choice but to let the promethium end her suffering. To this day his right leg's armour has some paint on it in the shape of a hand, where promethium was blocked by his mother's very own body. He carefully painted over it on the same day to hide the event, knowing it's origins can get him in trouble. 

Soon after Inquisitor Aemillius called for the aid of the Red Hunters. Helmuth was selected and sent, his near emotionless killing and yet newfound adoration of the people of the Imperium coming in very valuable.





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