[hider=Zuriel Ganymede Quillios]
[color=9e0b0f]Name:[/color] Zuriel Ganymede Qillios

[color=9e0b0f]Gender:[/color] Male

[color=9e0b0f]Age:[/color] 23 standard terran years.

[color=9e0b0f]Faction/Race/Species:[/color] Mostly human.

[color=9e0b0f]Sub-Faction:[/color] Formerly mechanicus. Currently on his own.

[color=9e0b0f]Rank/Position:[/color] Formerly a ship-borne mech-wright. Now refers to himself as a dread magi.

[color=9e0b0f]Physical traits:[/color] He is a rather lanky 1.72m tall man, with his entire face replaced with mechanical plating, sensors and respirator. On top of his standard mechanicum implants which include the cyber mantle, the potentia coil, the cranial output, electro graft and electoo inductors.
The only real bionic he has is his left leg and his manipulator mechadendrite designed for heavy lifting.

He is surprisingly strong for his wiry build, but is not anywhere near a heavyweight fighter.

[color=9e0b0f]Mental traits:[/color] Being a rather intellectual specimen even from young age, he is very intelligent and a problem solver. He has a strong willpower but evidently he can break under stress which has however only happened once in his life.
Because of what happened aboard the hulk, he has gotten a knowledge infusion, which gives him massive knowledge about the imperium and technology, even a good amount of the warp and its vile tendencies. The knowledge is however actually too much for him, so he will be a bit erratic.
Apart from this, he is a psyker. He wasn't a psyker before the event, but now he is. However he can only perform rituals since he wasn't granted the ability to speedily conjure and bend the warp to his will. But in this spectrum he is a powerful psyker, with a great sense of how the veil of the warp is near him.
He can hover about 40cm above the ground at will. Not because of a bionic, but his powers.
He can seemingly turn into black warp smoke, this however takes a short while and cannot be done to dodge an incoming shot or blow. But can be used to get out of a situation and travel anywhere smoke or water could. In time of course.

[color=9e0b0f]Appearance:[/color] A rather lanky fellow, Zuriel looks rather weak, has gotten a slight hunchback lately and loves to fiddle with his fingers. He is often found with his fingertips touching and at times stroking his hands like a fly. His once vibrant red robes are now a filthy brown, heavily stained with black from oil and warp-stuff. The metal upon his body has a uniform layer of surface rust, making it appear mostly brown but also black in some areas. Black oil seems to always drip from under his robes and parts of them are soaked in it.

[color=9e0b0f]Wargear:[/color] His sidearm is a modified hellpistol, despoiled with the energies of the warp it fires a sickly purple beam which corrupts and deforms what it hits, it doesn't seem to run out of ammunition either.
He carries a "copy of the liber mechanica", this book is clearly not right and seems to hold much knowledge.

[color=9e0b0f]History:[/color] Mech-wright Zuriel of the imperial vessel [i]Justifiable[/i], a lunar class cruiser of some renown. He was born upon a forge world where both his parents died when he was eleven. The conveyor line had a malfunction and one of the macharius chassis fell off and crushed several workers. Luckily no severe harm fell upon the chassis and work could soon return to normal.

After being taken in and schooled by the mechanicum he was scheduled to serve in the fleet. He had zero say in this matter. The [i]Justifiable[/i] arrived and he was stationed aboard as a mech-wright, basically a catastrophe response engineer.
He served through a few battles, with little actual work since the captain prefered long range engagements and the ship usually served in larger fleets where other vessels often took the brunt of the fire.
Some would call him cowardly, but not to the good captains face.

After having served upon the [i]Justifiable[/i] for 6 years there was an event. Zuriel did never really understand what, but something had happened during warp travel. There was an accident.
It was sudden and devastating, the ship had materialized partly inside a space hulk, the entire starboard side of the vessel was merged solid with the hulk, sirens boomed out, mech-wright teams hurried all over....
But there was nothing to be done. The hulk silently slid back into the warp after a few hours.

After several weeks of trying to dislodge themselves from the hulk, the real horror began. A few border skirmishes had happened before but they had been fought only by the navy arms-men and the situation seemed to be under control.
Then the power failed.... with the gellar field.

Dark corridors, blaring sirens, silence, entire sections ripped apart with the warp fully visible outside, many were sucked through breeches into the raw warp, other were claimed aboard the vessel itself.
It was complete anarchy, Zuriel was completely lost. After barely escaping a massive hull breech which claimed the few other remaining members of his team he was alone, afraid and so confused.

Having no idea what to do, he ran through the corridors, he witnessed vile deformities and gory dismemberments and worse of crew.
Then it got completely silent.
Zuriel was alive, but now when the adrenaline wasn't keeping him going his regular senses took over. When he had been scared before, he now became utterly and completely terrified.
Crew stuck in living wires, corridors stalked by invisible predators, the odd scream in the darkness, a darkness which was only lit at places with the odd emergency light, some broken sparkling wires or the odd flickering lumo light.

But there, after opening a door he saw it, the liber mechanica a lost fragment of STC.
He was confused, he knew its importance, he knew he had to reach it, its importance was of no equal to his order. He closed, while doing so it seemed wrong, the book upon the lit pedestal, the strangeness of such an important scripture being here.
The fact that it wasn't in fact the liber mechanica, or lost STC. At this point he stopped caring, this place was getting too much for him, the constant screams, the changing corridors, the horror that was his reality now.
He needed one singular thing to focus upon, to redeem him from this madness.
Something that was not fear, not despair, he needed direction, he desired knowledge.

He took it, slammed it open and forced himself to read, all the while as gibbering laughs, susurrus and anguished screams encroached upon him from all directions.
His modified eyes began to cry oil in pain, for mere metal was not designed to face such corruption, the mere words upon those pages blasphemy without equal.
In that moment understood, he knew, he was taught.
Now he was not scared of the unknown, for now he knew what the thing at the corner of his vision was, and the great master of knowledge had given him the answers he sought.

Now he was in control, now he was the fleeting terror in the dark, now they would fear him.


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So then he hunted warp beasts to feed, tinkered with the warp and technology and began to try and enslave whatever was left of the [i]Justifiable[/i]. Which wasn't much.
He has not been able to reach the majority of the hulk, he has honestly zoned in on minute details and mad ravings.

The event which puts the other players on board the hulk will spark his interest and finally give him the means and/or will to explore the entire hulk.

Oh and yes, i am one of the baddies >:D
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