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Name: Victar Ironmarch

Chapter: Harbingers

Chapter Demeanour: The Harbingers chapter is defined by its fearless, to the point of reckless, use of the Jump pack. They take great pleasure in raining pain upon the heretical and unclean alike with precision. Their uncanny forward attack often comes from land and sky in a unified assault. The true defining trait is the Harbingers are always seen with sword or shield (sometimes both) in use. A Harbinger believes any kill made while looking your opponent in the eyes will bring the greatest honor to the Emperor. 

Personal Demeanour: Victar is a ruthless fighter and loathes the use of his bolter sidearm with a passion. Though he will use it when needed to create an opening, down an enemy too far away from his blade, or suppress enemy fire to allow his brothers escape or entrance to a fight, he will always try to find a way to bloody his hands. 
To his enemies they will see not but the cold unfeeling face of his helmet and the howl of wind as the blade falls, but to his battle Brothers of any chapter he is a man of respect and honor. Never one to fight dirty. Never to strike until the foe knows what brought them death. This is a man who lives and breathes to stand in the light of honorable combat and rise from the ashes of annihilation time and time again.

Though some have speculated that he holds a personal, and deeply rooted, hatred of Orks. Their presence is an offense to his very core. To suffer them in his sight would be to spit upon the golden throne.

Speciality: Assault Marine 

Rank: Captain 

Power Armour History: Hundreds of worlds have born witness to the battle scarred suit of certain doom that coats Victar upon his conquests. Orkish hordes have crumbled to the fury of his chapter, thousands of Ork monstrosities have been returned to scrap by their blades. Every scar upon his armor is known to him like a lost companion. Every enemy he has cleaved is remembered in the flesh beneath it. 

Description: Victar wears a standard issue power-suit with deep azure trimming, the [url=http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/warhammer40k/images/4/4d/Harbingers_SP.jpg/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/210?cb=20150829013058]Harbingers[/url] symbol is proudly flagged on his arm left arm pauldron while the assault marine symbol emblazoned in gold is on the opposite. On his chest is a white Aquila. Like his fellow battle brothers, the core of his suit is painted in the same dark blue but his own color is stained with crimson. His arms and legs are painted into a golden yellow but suffer the same discoloration from the dried blood massaged onto the unforgiving steel surrounding him. It is a clear visual distinction meant to quickly identify him to others.
Friend or Foe.

Skills: Victar possesses a prominent awareness of his surroundings with a reaction time to match, making him ultimately one of the most lethal space marines in his chapter when armed with Shield and Sword. 
 
History: Victar is a veteran of a thousand campaigns. The Harbingers are not one of the bigger chapters belonging to the Empireum of Man, but they have earned their praise all the same. The most prominent memory belonged to him comes from his home world of Arlockus, a relatively out of the way planet belonging to the empire.

An Ork horde had descended upon them like locusts and a distress call had been put out to nearby chapters asking for assistance against the violent Raiders. High in the sky of this fight were the Chapter brothers of Harbingers. Skilled in the art of ship boarding, with prominent displays using jump packs, the brave Marines swarmed as many flagships belonging to any potential Orkish Warlord. 
Their assault was a whirlwind. Ship debris still lingers from the destroyed ships left to rot in the sky, but the assault teams were unable to find the Warlord before touchdown on the planet.
The Harbingers fought on land with ferocity and Valor at every turn but the horde was too numerous. Their fortifications were weak but well manned. After days of conflict between the ever growing horde, the green skins seemingly multiplying every day by the hundreds, and the Harbingers unable to recuperate from any loss they received, it became a disaster. 

Jump pack and sword at the ready, it was Victar Ironmarch and a squad of over 100 skilled Raiders still alive, who led a daring and u sanctioned ambush as the Horde finally took to the field more aggressively in an attempt to overpower what remained of their enemies and claim the planet for their own. 
At the same time the Chapter Masters fought for the survival of their planet, Victar and his crew had entered the fortress.

If the Orks had been locusts, these 100 proud sons of the Emperor were falcons. Satchel charges had been placed all about the structure as they bloodied it's halls in a wave of unending steel. Their jump packs discarded in favor of mobility, the Harbingers made their way to the War boss. The green skinned bastard was waiting.
Explosives rocked the room as Victar and his brothers entered from every access point they could find. In a single fiery explosion they were scattered about the inner compound like rag dolls. In the chaos that followed, nearly all of his brothers were executed where they lay before any could recover from the Explosives.
Victar had emerged from this with a will of iron as the first of his brothers died to the cowardly ambush. Sword and pistol in hand he cut a path through the swarm of bodies to each and every marine until a handful of them remained to face off against the war boss that had nearly taken everything from them.
Victars blade cleaved through its filthy green face as his own became a mask of hatred, denying even the idea of failure, as he out fought the Warboss. The creatures body had not even reached the floor when Victar detonated his own Explosives. Together with the Harbingers still surviving, they saluted the Emperor and sang his praise as they destroyed the symbol of Ork superiority. 
Victar and two other space marines had been rescued from the aftermath, but Victar had died inside that day. Though his actions had been praised as wise and courageous, he had never forgiven himself for the deaths of his brothers. 

The Chapter had nearly been destroyed in the fighting, hundreds littered the fields. In time they would recover, but it would take a long time to regain the superiority they once boasted. Though Harbingers is a small Chapter compared to its past, they more than make up for it with their tenacity and technique in battle.  
Victar promised he would not allow the Orks to have their way with a planet again, so long as he drew breathe and held steel. The same went for any race that threatened the few brothers he had left. Victar would cleave an entire army down single handedly before he allowed such a thing.

Equipment and Armament: Equipped simply and stoutly, Victar carries with him a Storm Shield and [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/b8/4a/23/b84a23615bc22d3d5d5824ad7b3c65e2.jpg]power sword[/url]. Both fairly earned and wisely mastered. On his hip is a standar issue Bolt Pistol. It has seen equally heavy use.
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