[b]Name:[/b] Anataros the Wanderer

[b]Gender:[/b] Mentally Male

[b]Age:[/b] Technically, over 100.000 years old.

[b]Faction/Race/Species:[/b] Necron

[b]Sub-Faction:[/b] Outcast

[b]Rank/Position:[/b] Previously a high-ranking Commander

[b]Mental and Physical Traits: [/b]

[Necron Physiology]
Far superior to the crudely altered designs of the Astartes, the Wanderer is outfitted with a body fit for a low-ranking Necron Lord, given to him in exchange for his years of loyal service and prowess on the battlefield. It is in fact this advanced body that has allowed him to retain his personality. It also grants him vastly superhuman speed and strength, immense durability, large stature greater even than that of an Adeptus Astartes, and the ability to regenerate from seemingly fatal wounds. He is a machine, caring not for the fragile needs of mortals. Things such as poison, the vacuum of space, starvation and age do nothing to him. He is untiring and relentless, feeling no pain and little to no remorse.

[Master of War]
Long before the Emperor of Man first created his Thunder Warriors and when the Eldar were young, the Necron tore across the skies in great battlefleets to do battle with Gods. The flames of war raged across the galaxy in a conflict compared to which the Long War of the modern era is but a small skirmish. Such is the fire within which Anataros' battle prowess were forged, and in the centuries since his awakening he has practiced often, shaking off an eternity of rust. He is a master at both personal combat, battlefield tactics and large-scale strategy, although many of his skills are dependent on Necron technologies.

[Madness of the Great Slumber]
Left to dream for an eternity, the Necron were drawn into madness by their self-imposed exile. Many lost much of their personality, their being, turning into little more than mindless puppets. Luckily the Wanderer got a much better deal: he has more personalities than he started with! That is a better deal, right? He finds himself with conflicting sets of memories, and has occasionally been known to forget what time he's in, who he's fighting, and even what species he is. This ever-changing personality is the result of a hundred lifetimes of living coupled with severe brain damage, and may perhaps be a symptom of the madness that will one day claim him. However, 

[b]Appearance:[/b]
An inhumanly tall figure clad in several layers of dingy brown robes. Below the deep cowl grey 'skin' can be seen, but it's difficult to make out any defining features. He wears an odd amulet of unknown design, strange black metal encased in the skull of a humanoid from an unknown xenos species. On his back he wears what appears to be a glaive of alien design, wrapped in tattered pieces of brown cloth and hung with trophies from defeated opponents. This strange figure moves with a certain inhuman grace, an efficiency of motion reliant upon a system of joints and 'muscles' entirely different from traditional human physiology. 

[b]Wargear: [/b]
Necron Warscythe - a lethal bladed weapon that uses multi-dimensional phasing technology to cut through most armour like butter. Due to it's nature it is able to completely ignore force-fields like the one projected by the Iron Halo.

Shadow Ankh - A miniaturised Gloom Prison, this small amulet-like device projects an anti-warp field. Those who move too close to Anataros are forcefully seperated from the Warp. Psykers will have a much harder time calling on their powers, Daemon will find themselves weakened, and Psyker powers have less effect on Anataros himself.

What appears to be a yoyo with an Eldar face painted on it. Referred to as 'the Eldar' on a frequent basis.

[b]History:[/b]
A forgotten dynasty, Anataros' people were doomed to destruction from the moment of their slumber. The Nekthyst forced them to use a location near a star doomed to explode, and the resulting red dwarf expansion event eliminated most of the inactive Necron a mere 38.000.000 years later, more than halfway through the Great Sleep. Left without a leader and heavily damaged, a few moons remained, now managing to maintain a semi-steady orbit around the resulting white dwarf. A solid 13 milion years later the exposed moons were discovered by the Eldar, who sought to swiftly eliminate the Tomb World and it's inhabitants. The moon Anataros was interred in began the awakening process as it's defenders were swiftly eliminated, but it would take far too long to awaken any significant portion of the Necron Warriors, and those that did awaken were slow, confused, and without structure. Anataros himself was awakened more swiftly than most, and did so in a state of confusion, not knowing who or where he was. All he had were memories of the Eldar dying before his blade, and these new visions of those same space elves slaughtering his allies. Unable to fight off the invasion force by himself and in no state of mind to take command of his barely awakened forces, Anataros fled from the moon using a Dolmen Gate. Even as the Eldar deployed en masse he slipped past them using their own Webway system.

For a long time after, Anataros sought nothing more than to return to his slumber. He wanted nothing of this reality, and those memories that he did regain filled him with nothing but dread. He had been reborn into an alien and hostile universe, and longed for the quiet comfort of his dreamless sleep. Many times did he find a secluded spot to go to sleep, simply stopping where he stood and waiting for thousands of years on end. Even though he could not return to the deep stasis brought to him by the Tomb World's systems, he could approximate it, a 'sleep mode' of sorts. Unfortunately he was constantly disturbed. It might take a thousand years before his silent and unmoving form was found, and a hundred more before he noticed and awoke, but every time he was discovered. He was worshiped by ancient tribal peoples, studied in the labs of up-and-coming xenos empires, and on occasion eaten by some large predator that had mistaken him for a tasty treat. Eventually he began to talk to himself, starting with snide remarks regarding his situation and ending with extensive and elaborate conversations on a variety of topics.

As time passed and memories resurfaced regardless of Antaron's wishes he gave up on his dream of sleep. Or at least some of him did, because at this point there was more than one mind in charge of his decisions. He often argues with his own perceived self, having created a variety of imaginary entities that he constantly refers to. Wandering across the universe his experience became ever odder. Once he was an angelic being from an ancient prophecy, and lead a species of desert-dwelling slug people to victory over their psychic oppressors. On another occasion he crash-landed on a world of sentient micro-organisms and entire civilisations that had never conceived of any being more than a millimeter in length, spending over a hundred years just learning to communicate with them. He fought in the Horus Heresy and saw the Eye of Terror. Events that he recalls with varying levels of clarity (and often varying viewpoints). According to some recountings he's even been on Terra, long before the time of the Emperor. While the other Necron Tomb Worlds have finally also started to awaken, he barely finds any common ground with them anymore, considering the amount of things he's been in his considerable lifespan. Other Necron recognize his insanity and his odd mindset, often avoiding him or straight-up kicking him off their planets.

Now he finds himself somehow embroiled in his conflict after so many others, quite probably for reasons he barely understands himself. But he's learned to roll with it.