[b]Name:[/b] Raziel

[b]Rank:[/b] Sargeant 

[b]Age:[/b] 90

[b]Gene-sire:[/b] Lion'El Johnson

[b]Personal Demeanour:[/b] Calm and collected, even more so than his kin from other Legions he is quiet and reserved. Yet his demeanor speaks to one who loves his duty and does not wish anything more than to continue to serve faithfully. He is the first to quell his brothers from a cheer upon driving back the foe or taking a position. They should not cheer, for victory is not something to revel in it is duty completed. Raziel takes pride in the squad under his command, not only should each shot they take to hit the mark but each time a blade is drawn they should match the foe blow for blow.

Where few would be happy with a squad that performs well, Raziel seeks perfection in his brothers for they are weapons of the Emperor's wrath, perfect must always be aimed for perhaps one day achieved.

[b]Description:[/b] A large scar, runs across the right to left on his face. On top his head a fiery red hair, his forest green eyes have a piercing and emotional gaze. Slightly taller than most of the other warriors from Caliban his appearance lacks heavier scaring of most veterans. 

[b]History:[/b] Born on Caliban in ages past Raziel had been selected for augmentations, barely more than a neophyte he along with several others. They were assigned that day to help move a geneseed tithe onto a Mechanicum, however, these Neophytes once aboard were moved frozen in stasis. These marines were collected this way due to Luther not wishing to release any of his neophytes to Mechanicum under strict orders from the Lion to make them ready for the Legion and move to reinforce him once it was complete.

Raziel awoke ten thousand years later, he found the galaxy was torn apart. The last known Primarch before him along with a strange Archmagos tell him and dozens of others that they were needed to save the Imperium. The Emperor no longer walked the galaxy, his own Primarch gone believed dead, his homeworld destroyed with no clear reason known. Raziel wanted to rage and decimate the traitors for what they had done to his once proud first legion. Yet instead he turned inward and remembered his teachings, his training in tactics and battlefield assessment.

If the Lion was gone, then Caliban's last sons would give the Imperium all they had until they were gone once more. When they were armed, Raziel first goal was a simple one to master his bolt rifle. Dark angels were renowned for the flexibility they held in combat compared to other more focused Legions. He sought to demonstrate that when he had achieved his goal showing masterful skill with the rifle he worked next on the blade. He spent hours dueling Blood angels and space wolves, he took his sword play skills further until he could match those whose grasp usually exceded his Legions own. 

With that achieved his skill became recognized not because he worked hard to be recognized but solely because of how hard he worked. Raziel was promoted to Sargeant and now strives to become a commander who shows excellence as well.

[b]Equipment and Armament:[/b]

[indent][url=http://warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Power_Armour#Mark_X_Power_Armour]Mark X Tacticus Power Armour[/url]
[url=http://warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Bolt_Rifle#Bolt_Rifle]Mark II Cawl Pattern Bolt Rifle[/url]
[url=http://warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Bolt_Pistol]Bolt Pistol[/url]
[url=http://warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Power_Sword]Power Sword[/url]
Frag Grenades
Krak Grenades[/indent]

[b]Miscellaneous:[/b] Has a deep seated love of plasma weapons and desires to have his own one day.