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[hider=Minos Bull-Head] 

[b]Name/Titles:[/b] Minos Bull-Head, also called 'the Cleaver'.

[b]Denomination:[/b] Khornate

[b]Appearance:[/b] Centuries of conflict and his dedication to gathering heads for his brass-clad master have bought change upon Minos that he can't say he does not welcome.

Where once stood a noble and handsome Astartes, now is a creature both more and less than he ever was as a transhuman.

Standing near eight-and-a-half feet tall outside of any form of armour, Minos' once proud visage was twisted and warped by dark energies into the likeness of a bullock - his entire body sprouting crimson fur that had gradually began to grey over time, his face lengthening with a crack of bone and flesh, now snouted in the way of a raging bull, and a pair of large horns jutting from his cranium that he has tipped with bronze.

This entire head is usually covered by a 'helmet' of black iron uniquely formed to fit his head and leave only his mouth, eyes and horns uncovered.

His Astartes physiology too meleded with that of his God, his form becoming infused in such a way that his mass almost doubled - and yet there is not an inch of fat on him - his original power armour unable to contain him and so discarded on some battelfield somewhere. He fights without protection on his torso, save for a branded Mark of Khorne burnt into his chest, trusting in Khorne and his own thickened hide and flesh to keep him safe.

Lastly were his once-human legs, twisted and warped into hoofed limbs, these and his loins covered by ramshackle carapace armour coloured crimson by the blood of innocents.

He fights with no firearms, but carrys two chainaxes of ancient providence, neither one having ever broken or let him down... yet.


[b]Personality:[/b] In spite of his bodily form, and of his chosen deity, Minos is far from a stupid brute or frenzied killer.

No, Minos likes to believe he embodies the memories of those legendary figures of Ancient Terra - Akhilles, Alaksander who men called the Great and so on - seeking out the enemies champions and either besting them or hoping that his skull finds its way to the side of Khornes throne.

To this end he is not really a team player, though can (and has) fought alongside others on numerous occasions; it is unfortunate that most of them eventually came to the attention of his blades.

No, he is no strategist or battlefield tactician, but he is not yet a ravening monster either. Indeed he remains calm and collected for the most part, combat only sharpening his focus even further, nevertheless needing to isolate himself after prolonged conflict lest he dispatch those around him.

Overall he lives by his own 'code', though even he could not tell you what it is exactly, going where Khorne bids him and accepting his outbursts of violence as they come.

[b]Biography:[/b] Minos began his life as Minosian Etrokalos, [i]inductii[/i] of the XII legion, his memories of that early life and his first assemblage on Bodt fading in and out just as all his other memories do with exceptional alacrity.

Great detail will not be given here, but needless to say - as a member of the 'Bloody 13th' expeditionary fleet - Minosian was a part of the transformation which overtook the World Eaters legion and forever fractured them from the once-noble War Hounds to a thousand splintered warbands of crazed psychopaths.

The Horus Heresy camy and went, Minosian shed the blood of friend and foe alike, fully embracing the new patronage of the legion by what he saw as the ultimate warrior deity.

Millennia ultimately passed, entire lifetimes of war consumed within the Eye of Terror, which eventually led to the former World Eaters ascending from a mere pawn of the Blood God to a more gifted champion in his name.

After being transformed by his patron, and uninterested in any form of following, Minos (as he was now styling himself) made his way back into real space and, with Khorne's help, a worthy challenge of his skill.

He has been attracted to the service of Eromulus Krynne because of their desire for the gauntlet, a gauntlet washed in the blood of thousands, an artefact worthy of dedication to Khorne, and so he has made his way to Skuberrima and the Screaming Vortex.

Perhaps, finally, he may find a fight worth having, and if not... well...

[i]Blood for the Blood God, Skulls for the Skull Throne.[/i]  


[b]Other:[/b] Not currently, but I may think of some later.[/hider]


Okie dokie, again this is a very rough prolfile, but functional if accepted; I will again probably edit it later, but the base details won't change.