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[b]Name:[/b] Farah Cusatis, Shield of the Imperium

[b]Gender:[/b] Female

[b]Homeworld:[/b] Kestes II, Designation Death World, a world destroyed by combat so badly that it’s surface is mostly bare due to bombing, now all that is left is the rare outcrop of land capable of growing flora, and raising fauna, even most of the water was tainted and undrinkable. Farah grew up in a small tribe where everyday was a battle with other tribes over their watering hole, and their farms. Every single drink was earned with blood shed. It truly builds strong warriors to live on this planet as everything done has to be done with quick precise understanding of the consequences that can follow no matter how small.

[b]Appearance:[/b] 
[img]http://www.inspirefirst.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/01/female_muscle-.jpg[/img]
She stands at 2.8 meters tall, with a powerful build and weighing about 219.085 kilograms
(the armor was too generic for a Primarch so after much discussion and without further suspense)
Wearing a set of Terminator armor is awe inspiring, the behemoth suit of plate stands out all the more with the elaborate decorations that adorn it, showing that the wearer of it is more than just your average marine. The plates themselves are painted very dark purple known as Eminence, with tiger like stripes slashing along the purple in a shade of orange known as Tangelo. This isn’t all that makes it so different, it is adorned along the back with a myriad of colored feathers each about two feet in length, and hanging from the shoulders is the pelt of a very large feral feline with a black coat and yellow spots. Furthermore etched into several of the plates are symbols from her homeworld denoting luck, strength, and victory. Many times she can be seen on the battlefield without her helmet on, but when it is adorned violet glows emit from those lenses to stare out across the battlefield as she seeks to lead her women to glory. Along with her armor she carries a Power Maul that was built to an appropriate size for her terminator armor, and the fact that she is a Primarch. The Power Maul has a plasma rifle built inside of it so that the ammunition is loaded into the bottom and fires out the end. Further she also carries a Storm Shield of appropriate size mounted on her forearm as well which combined with her terminator armor makes her a very hard to destroy foe indeed. Her left hand which is the same arm with the storm shield wields a lightning claw allowing her to have a variety of melee on top of her shield and plasma rifle.


[b]Personality:[/b] She has a strong reverence, almost to the point of Zealotry. Her loyal nature is only more obvious as she never falters from her orders given by the Emperor, or those given to her through those who speak in the name of the Emperor. Regardless of this she can be full hardy, and bull headed, especially in combat. She never considers the possibility that losing, or retreat is an option, she would instead instead fight to the last woman rather than ever have to report that she had lost ground, or lost a battle. Though she would put her women warriors through the limits in battle, she cares for each of them greatly, and considers them her daughters in the most literal sense of the word, being sure to learn each marine she meets name and match it with a face. 

Regardless of this very personal attachment she has to each of her marines, she understands there will be losses, and instead of mourning each of these she finds herself honoring the dead by having their names etched into the walls of her personal cabin. There is nothing she wouldn’t do for the Imperium, and any enemies who stand in Farah’s way should fear her wrath.

[b]Skills:[/b] She’s an expert in close combat, and always seems to have a knack for breaking through the frontlines of enemies. Not many can match the tenacity of Farah when it comes to tactics and strategy on the ground in close combat, and finding weaknesses not only in enemy formations, but in a enemies’ personal defenses as well. She has a taste for using short ranged weapons, and close combat ones training mostly with her Power Maul, with built in plasma rifle and Storm Shield. This is brought on by a strange supernatural perception that makes it seem like she can almost see what will happen, before it happens. Though this perception may be a manifested psyker power, she has exhibited no other powers, and thus is not labelled as such. 
Psyker Assignment Level: Omicron

[b]Biography:[/b] She was found lying in a small field of corn, her body healthy, and everything about her seemed to be perfect. Many of the tribe wanted to leave her in the barrens where nothing would grow to die, others wanted to kill her outright believing that they could not feed another mouth that was not hers. Yet the Tribe Elder and his wife disagreed, finding that the child who seemed closer to a teen than that of a toddler was something special sent to them, a being that would help them keep what was theirs. They were proved right as Farah proved to be a quick learner at everything she did, and was strong enough to begin doing tasks than even two men would be able to do for the tribe.

She excelled with them quickly bringing them harmony as she helped in the taking care of what cattle they had, and helping tend the fields, even showing them a way to make some land that had once been thought impossible to far, and turn it it into workable farm land, which doubled the amount of land they had to grow food. She also showed almost natural abilities with weapons, proving time and again as she fended off raids that she was more than capable of using a firearm, and swords. As her age increased she told the elder of strategies and plans she had come up with so that the warring between the tribes could end, and they could live in peace. 

So she lead the Tribe against the others removing the leaders to show the strength of her tribe, and revealing all that she had taught to her own tribe so that no one would be without. After a decade of this the planet was finally unified. A new era of peace dawned for Kestes as had never been seen before, with only the occasional rebellion rising up. Besides that though it was peaceful. That was until the Emperor came, and told her of his crusade, told her who she was to him. She went with him though and and was given her own Legion, the Fifth Legion which was quickly renamed the ‘Blazing Sisters’ after their tactics, and color pattern.

They completed every campaign they were given, proving again and again that they could take on any enemies the Emperor commanded them to eliminate or pacify. They grew close to another legion that utilized tactics that complimented their own through the ambush style that was utilized by the Brother legion, and this in turn brought Farah closer to her fellow Primarch blossoming into a friendship that presented itself on and off the battlefield as they spent much time together. It was so much so that they campaigned together quite frequently utilizing their differing tactics to take enemies down with minimum casualties as both valued every astartes beneath them.

[b]The Meeting:[/b] Something burned through the sky, Farah had seen falling stars before, but none had burned as bright as this or had gotten as close as these were. It was then that the stars began to materialize to be something alien, something she had never seen before. Some kind of vehicle, she had seen wrecks of aircraft, and vehicles in the ruins from the bombings, and what they had used parts from. She walked to the edge of the village her heavy leather boots carrying her easily across the ground leaving deep imprints behind in the mud. She was flanked by a multitude of warriors women and men alike. She stops as it nears the ground and settles into the dirt. Farrah moved her hand to her sword and pulled it free, unsure of whatever was inside might be.

Then it opened and revealed enormous figures, almost as large as she was walking down the ramp towards her lining up on either side of the ramp. Then a glorious being appeared all in gold a ring of light around his head. It was glorious, she had never felt the need to give such reverence to anything before, and somehow she felt she knew the man before her. The sword in her hand wavered for a moment before falling into the ground point first and sticking there. “Who… who are you?’ She said aloud, and the man approached her stopping directly in front of her, a single hand going to her shoulder gently gripping it.

“I am the Emperor, and you are my daughter.” The man said, as Farrah moved to kneel before him. He stopped her though and shook his head. “Do not.” He spoke his voice booming loudly throughout the village. “Though.. The others should. You have done spectacularly from what I can tell. Uniting a planet under your rule, showing them how to utilize what they have to make life better. Truly you are my child.” Farrah stared at the Emperor breathing heavier by the moment, she didn’t know what to think, had no idea what to even say.

Turning her head and looking at the other tribe members they were all on their knees now and she turned to look back at the Emperor and slowly her mouth opened. “I am honored Emperor, my father. I am yours to command whatever you wish.” Her entire form was stock still completely amazed by what was taking place, but she could feel the surprise fading, and turning into admiration. Her eyes traveled to the armored figures behind the Emperor and seeing that they were powerfully built warriors of some kind dressed in amazing and highly advanced, quality  made armor.

“I have come here to collect you, and bring you with me where you belong, daughter.” The Emperor said with a reassuring look. “I want you to join me, command one of my legions, and lead them across the stars reclaiming planets lost to the Imperium in my name.”

Farah gave a few blinks the revelation of what was taking place dawning fully on her as she began to nod. “Yes, my father, my Emperor. I will do this for you, I will be your hand.” She said with all obedience, something she had never expected herself to say. The Emperor began to lead her towards the ship.

“We have much to talk about Farah, do not worry, your people are in good hands now.”
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[hider=Blazing Sisters]
[b]Legion Name:[/b] Blazing Sisters

[b]Legion Number:[/b] V

[B]Legion Strength[/b] 
Blazing Sisters Astartes 81,412
Imperial Army 645,322
Civilians 12,133
Legion Serfs 122,211
 
[b]Armour Appearance:[/b] [img]http://i.imgur.com/AbytYVf.jpg[/img]

[b]Legion Warcry:[/b] "Ever forward! Never back!"

[b]Dramatis Personae[/b]
First Company
10,186
Captain Isis, a handsome woman with facial features that most strongly resemble Farah of any of the Blazing Sisters, her hair when grown out also shares the same color and texture though she typically keeps her hair shaved to the scalp. She wears a set of Terminator armor much like her primarch as well though she wears a panther pelt only over the right shoulder, and wields a pair of lightning claws. Isis is one of the cooler tempered of her sisters, except when it comes to her Pirmarch, when it comes to Farah's reputation or life being on the line Isis can be easily put into a fury of retribution, but her leadership skills and strategic mind are strong and sound, and her unwaivering attitude in battle has earned her the position of First Company Captain.

2nd Company
9,847
Captain Thalestris
A face that seems almost regal with piercing eyes, Thalestris would have had the eye of many suitors if she was not born an Astartes. With hair the color of golden corn, she has shaved it in a single stirpe down the middle of her head and cuts off just at the back of her skull where it is all tied back into a ponytail that reaches her shoulders. She wears a regular set of power armor a lion's pet adorning her left shoulder and carries a power spear slightly taller than herself. She is of few words, and moves like a lioness on the prowl searching for everyone's weakness at all times.

Third Company
10,001
Captain Valasca
Valasca has seen better days, one of Farah's best Captains, but also most brash , she bears the markings of a life in war where she has taken many chances. Once a handsome face with strong features was now marred with multiple scars, and a cybernetic where and Ork had gotten to her. Further showing of her brashness is the fact that her right arm down is completely mechanical after she lost it charging a Ork line. Though all these acts are brash they also were successful, and turning points that brought many victories to Farah and through her the Emperor. She wears a set of regular power armor donning a beige pelt of a feline on her right shoulder,  carrying a chainsword, and a Inferno pistol gifted to her by Farrah as a reward due the victory won at the sacrifice of her arm.

Fourth Company
8,734
Captain Penthesilia
Some find it hard to believe when they see her face that she is an Astartes, she truly has a beauty like few other among the Blazing Sisters with vibrant eyes, naturally long lashes, and hair as soft as silk many consider her quid beautiful. She keeps that soft platinum hair cut in a fade with the top being left very long and falling to one side. The Captain of Fourth Company commands the Company with largest amount of Terminators and thus she herself also wears terminator armor, with the pelt of a white tiger with almost neon blue stripes draped over her shoulder. She fights with deadly ferocity using a attached storm bolter, and a chainfist. She tends to be quite open with her thoughts, quite often expressing herself fully no matter the situation. Still she will always follow follow orders, and is willing to go into situations that would kill other Astartes.

Fifth Company
12,322
Captain Antiope
Antiope is very different from the rest of her Sisters, her hair is a darker brown color, with a rounder face than the rest of her sisters who have high cheekbones, and strong jawlines, regardless of this she is a extremely valued Sister, and completely worthy of her position as a captain. Like other Captains she wears the typical power armor the pelt of a lynx like feline on the left shoulder, unlike the others she is especially talented in ranged combat, and leads the largest amount of range fighters, she carries a Storm Bolter of which she has perfected the use of over her time in the Blazing Sisters legion.

Sixth Company
10,212
Seventh Company
8,121
Eight Company
11,989
Captain Eurybe (6th), Captain Celaneo(7th), Captain Phoebe(8th)
Strangely enough these three women all took on the same identical appearance, a strong jawline, high cheek bones, small pouty lips, and half closed seemingly uncaring eyes. They also all took to having the same hairstyle where the left side of their head is shaved completely bald and the other side hangs to their shoulders, in a blonde silky waterfall. They all wear Astartes power armor decorated with a tiger pelt stretched over their right shoulders. Each one carries a different weapons though, Eurybe carrying a Power Lance, Celaneo carrying a Power Sword, and Phoebe carrying a Power Axe.

[b]Honor Guard[/b]
Slayers of Herakles
These women make up some of the most elite of the Blazing Sister's legion. They are fifteen strong, and mixed between regular Astartes, and Librarians. They wear terminator armor the color of gold, with red splashes, while they carry Halberd weapons, force halberds for the Librarian's and Power Halberds for the non Librarians. They are lead by Captain Antimache, a veteran of the Blazing Sister's legion, one of the oldest serving Marines under Farah's command. She keeps her head shaved smooth and bald, and wears the pelt of a Kestes Lion as a cape.

[b]Special Units[/b]
The Lion Lancers: The Kestes Lions are enormous beasts standing around eight feet at the shoulder while on all fours. They are armored in their own way with special springs, and shocks designed to hold the weight of a fully armored Astartes to ride upon their back. They also typically have a storm bolter mounted on a swivel on their back. The riders of these beasts carry power lances, and use the mounted storm bolter as a ranged weapon. The lions typically have fur colored black and white, with huge flowing manes  that obscure the most of the rider from view of the enemy. 

[b]Non-Astartes[/b]
Iterator Elias Kaphim
Elias Kaphim is the Senior most Iterator on the ship and is often sought out by Farah, and the other Captains when they are in need of counsel, or wish to learn more about the past. He stands stooped at the waist, bent over as his back was bent with age, his skin wrinkled with time, though there is still a sparkle of intelligence in his eyes.

Remembrancer  Lykinnia Assandros
Farrah’s personal remembrancer, Farrah has assigned Lykinna to record all her accounts of war stories, and things that are taking place during her campaigns, she also lets her record her personal feelings about how campaigns are going and the actions of other Primarchs on, and off the battlefield. She also often tells her of stories from before she joined the Crusade, and tales from her homeworld, and the songs they sung. Lykinnia is young and beautiful, hair colored bright red, with skin like porcelain, pouty lips red as blood, and bright green eyes. It was too much dismay of many men that she chose to rembrance for the crusade and now stays constant aboard Farrah’s Flagship.

Astra Telepath Daigan Morrow
The Psyker for Farrah’s flagship, he is completely blind, and frail even though he is incredibly young.

Farrah’s Serf Hipp
She tried and failed at being and Astartes, and was instead made into a Serf for Farrah’s personal use. She spends much of her time cleaning Farrah’s armor, and preparing the tribal elements that often decorate Farrah’s armor.

[b]Favored Tactics/Battlefield Role:[/b] The Blazing Sisters Legion has a mindset of charging into battle, usually looking to hit an enemy’s frontline at it’s weakest point in order to break it. They typically form up prepared for short ranged, and close melee combat, their weapons usually consisting of chainswords, bolt pistols, and bolters. While they do have some armored vehicles it’s not nearly as many as other legions, as the tactics they typically follow in battle can’t use many vehicles except ones that deliver heavy artillery fire, though they do make use of many dreadnoughts.

[b]Legion Characteristics/Ideology:[/b] They tend to be extremely stricts outside of combat, wearing only the appropriate attire issued to them, acting only as accorded to them by their chapters standards, and adhering to strict training schedules. During their time off from their schedules in which they can do what they please they can be often found playing games that require sharp minds knowing strategy, or sparring with each other in the training rooms. They are often respectful with other legion’s astartes, but can grow aggravated with a lack of discipline or lack of planning in any given situation. 

[b]Hated Enemy (optional):[/b] None for now

[b]Other[/b]:
Farrah’s Flagship is named, Mellanippe

The Blazing Sisters typically put on warpaint before going into battle, a broad stripe of orange that goes from the end of one eye to the over including over the bridge of their nose, with thin strip of purple from the top of their top lip to the bottom of their chins.

The Blazing Sisters love to sing songs, especially when marching or in battle. They often sing when they gather together for updates from Farrah, who often leads them in their singing.
Example of a Battle Song:  Ad bellum duci imperator nobiscum Victoria nostra canimus clare omnibus audientibus , vox nostra ocreis vere nos annuntiamus , ducis nunquam moriamur

They often share stories, though they embellish them greatly as to evoke a greater fascination with the stories or make them so much more humorous.

Outside of their armor, The Blazing Sisters often wear Togas, or simple cloth skirts. [/hider]