[u][b]Name:[/b][/u] Tormon Vosk

[u][b]Age:[/b][/u] 293 years old

[u][b]Appearance: [/b][/u][img] https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/8c/b5/d8/8cb5d80303b17ace321cad08b7689707.jpg[/img]
(an old Pict from his younger days in the 3rd battle company 7th assault squad)

Youthful, pale, dark haired. Overall a typical son of Corax. A his two service studs give away his youth and the brevity of his career by asartes standards. But the scars on his cheek and the hardened glint in his eye give an impression of how eventful those few short centuries have been for him. 

[u][b]Desired position:[/b][/u] Lord Commander of the Celestial Falcons and all brethren and resources belonging to its name

[u][b]Equipment:[/b][/u]

Full suit of Mk.VI power armour, gilded and painted with the colours of his new chapter.  Tormon refused personal offers of relic weapons and armour as would normally befit his lofty station. As great and tempting such offers were, he was not wanting to remove the living history of the Raven Guard from where he felt such relics most properly belonged. His only request was to be given a brand new suit of power armour, symbolic in his mind of his new journey. Its machine spirit will not be clouded and think itself still serving the raven guard. It would learn and even grow knowing only life as a servant of the Celestial Falcons, and him as its master.

As far as weaponry is concerned Tormon has access to a personal armoury supplying nearly every choice of weapon he could desire. As befitting his rank and title he could march to war with weaponry even that would make even Imperial generals and inquisitors jealous, having first pick of anything he might desire to wield.


[u][b]Abilities, Psychic or otherwise:[/b][/u]

Tactician- one must possess a keen tactical mind to be an astartes captain. Even more so to be a shadow captain of the Raven Guard. For they are some of the most reserved and tactical thinkers Even amongst other space marines. For while the Imperial fists and the ultramarines deserve every laurel they have earned. The Raven Guard have the willingness to act outside the codex when deemed necessary. 

Since his elevation to Chapter Master, his tactical abilites have been pushed to greater heights and are often strained to their breaking point. 

Leader- Tormon led his shadow company for nearly seventy years. Such a post requires more than just the knowledge of how to move soldiers around a battleground. To be an astartes captain of any chapter requires one to prove himself equal parts pitiless warrior, cunning strategist, inspiring leader, and tactful diplomat. Organizing and maneuvering the assets of an asartes company are laughably easy compared to the minefield that is working alongside Imperial high command and its senior officers. Some of whom think themselves superior in rank to a mere 'captain'.  The ability to work with and not anger and damage relationships with the Imperium at large is a critical skill of any senior astartes officer.

Peerless warrior- Few individual astartes within a chapter can boast themselves better warriors than its own chapter master. Such an individual is often the single most martially gifted man in the chapter. Though young Tormon is a gifted warrior with bolter or blade. Perhaps in single combat he is not as capable as some of his more veteran officers.... yet. But with his potential and ability coupled with his still young age. His skills can only become more honed and deadly with the passage of time. 

[u][b]Personal History:[/b][/u]

[hider]Tormon, like nearly all Raven guard he was born on Kiahvar, eking out an existence hiding from and working for the various gangs that choked the lower districts of the industrial sectors. We was discovered in his youth and forcibly taken by the chaplains of the Raven Guard, spirited away to their second home on the moon Deliverance.

His early years in the chapter were normal if un=exemplary. He served much like every other young marine. Pumped full of eight thousand years worth of heroic tales and solemn dirges for the honoured fallen. Driven, beaten, broken and rebuilt like the rest of the young aspiring scout marines. He learned and harnessed the power of Wraith slipping, honed his skills with a blade in the assault company, learned the value of a well placed and impeccably timed application of overwhelming firepower while in the devastator company, and above all temperance and balance serving in the tactical reserve.

For most of his years of service his sergeants and commanders believed him adequate to the tasks assigned of him. He followed his orders without any record of infraction or disobedience. And he followed them to the letter, always doing precisely what was asked of him, never any less and he never voiced complaints about his superiors or questioned their abilities to lead. This act kept him from a sergeants rank for longer than would be normal as he wasn't believed to have the initiative or imagination to take command. Nor did he seem to possess the ambition for rank.

But as mortal humans like to say 'some people are born to be leaders, they just need the right opportunity and the right moment.' Sometimes with the confusing adage 'A little nudge never hurts either'. Tormon was well over 150 years old was when his opportunity came in the form of a counter attack waged against them during scouring campaign initiated by his company to clean a world of its native xenos population. His actions while taking charge of his shattered squad and leading them not only to victory but assuming to give direction and orders to other sergeants on enemy locations and positions helped quicken the takeover of several provinces. and the destruction of numerous tunnels and breeding pits used by the savage creatures.

He was quickly given permanent command of his squad and proved an exemplary officer during the remaining days of the campaign. Following that conflict and his numerous contributions to it, Tormon became something of a rising star within the Raven Guard. Proving again and again his aptitude for both following and giving orders, rising to face whatever challenges happened to be thrown against him by the will of the chapter or by the cruel fates that control the galaxy. His deeds propelled him not only into the ranks of the veterans but into the company captaincy he held until recently. While he may have been and older sergeant he became a very young captain. 

Once in that toll he built further upon reputation for daring and calculation, noted as more outspoken and verbal than most Raven Guard who gradually become more brooding and removed as they age. Often shouting inspiring speeches or blurbs to those fighting beneath him. Frequently forgoing the usage of traditional power claws in favour of bolder, more visually intimidating weaponry against his foes. 

Like any good Raven Guard captain he used his natural gift of stealth frequently and to great effect. But he was never afraid of being seen either. Of offering the enemy a visual glimpse of their doom or letting his company see him diving into the thick of the fray to lead the initial charge.

He often believed that it was far more effective on your enemies psyche to mix between stealth and display. To give the enemy a glimpse of what was following them but deny them the ability to chase it. Just re-appearing often enough to remind them what was hounding them relentlessly, what would continue to hound them until they dropped from exhaustion or spent their last round of munitions firing futilely into the darkness. 

Unlike most shadow captains he was loathe to use the Imperial guard or other mortals as bait for ambushes. A common tactic that has led to the downfall of many an imperial regiment, and earned the continued ire of Imperial command towards the chapter. This willingness to, in his mind utilize the Imperial military assets more effectively and his unwillingness to further damage his own reputation and that of his chapter with the Astra Militarum marked him as notably different from his fellows. This consequently meant his company was often put into greater danger more frequently as he used his own assets instead, but his tactical supremacy ensured casualties amongst his brothers were still kept minimal despite the increased risk. This made him disliked by more traditionalist elements within the chapter and even those hardliner proponents who served beneath him. Some believed he was endangering their lives to further his own image and glory. While others below him embraced his decisions and style of command. Some squad leaders and battle brothers emulating him, deviating further from established chapter norms, Believing Tormon’s rational to be wiser and more humanitarian and thus more appropriate for an astartes.

These and other deviations from the chapter norm made him a competent commander but too removed from Raven Guard ways to ever be considered for the mantle of Master of Shadows or even one of the more senior captain roles. Deviating slightly from the codex is not an issue for the Raven Guard, deviating from chapter tradition is a more tenuous decision to make. But one Tormon never shied from or was ashamed to justify and explain to his chapter master. Earning him at least grudging respect from even his most staunch opponent for standing his ground on the matter. 

But those differences of opinion made him a perfect candidate for another opportunity. One the Raven Guard had been preparing for two hundred years after being contacted directly by the high lords of Terra and the Inquisition. And the chapter master thought that Tormon, of all the other captains perhaps had the greatest potential to make a mark in the Imperium outside the ranks of the Raven Guard. Where his disagreements and alternate habits could be put to more effective use to the galaxy at large. 
Tormon is keenly aware he is younger than most of his new senior staff. And what effect that might have on their judgment of him. But he is not willing to apologize for his youth or his being chosen for the honour of leading the chapter over other potential candidates. And certainly he will not bow or back down to anyone as they balk against his tactical choices. He has little time or care for those who would complain about his every decision and blindly cling to the past and their old identities. He is the Lord Commander of the chapter, by the authority of the Golden throne itself  he rules and will bow to the whims of no man living or dead save the Emperor. His officers can either learn to accept his leadership and his reformations or they can be replaced by those who will.[/hider]