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Name: Glelidor Rex, Deathstalker

Gender:Male

Homeworld: The Planet Ragnoth is far from ideal to live in. From its almost entirely carnivorous fauna to the neverending desert. Being in the middle of three suns, it is almost always dawn or day. Ragnoth, though, if far from uninhabitable. The natives of Ragnoth have adapted to its harsh environment by building large communities either underground or above ground, in which the buildings are made out of the surprisingly cool sandstone. Glelidor believes he was taken here by The Warp to see if he was worthy of living in the harsh universe.

Ragnoth’s fauna is mostly what you would see in a regular desert, except larger and more hospitable. Large rattlesnakes, check. Humongous cacti, you bet your bottom dollar. But the most dangerous of the animals that inhabit Ragnoth are the Deathstalker Scorpions. The residents of Ragnoth are wary of these beasts. Being the size of three humans, anyone would be scared of these monsters. All but Glelidor. He was notorious for killing Deathstalker Scorpions. So much so that he was called “The Deathstalker''.

Appearance: [img]https://resi.ze-robot.com/dl/gw/gwal-primarch-of-the-xi-by-ibrahem-swaid-768%C3%971024.jpg[/img]

Personality: Glelidor, though being a ferocious hunter and warrior, knows the value of his own life. Since he has gotten into many near-death situations before discovering he was a primarch, he knows to live his own life to its fullest, never straying away from a dull moment. Some adventures of his were riding a Deathstalker Scorpion to its nest, killing a group of bandits with nothing but a rusty knife, and beating his village chieftain in a brawl. He lives life by its moments, making memories that will last a lifetime.

Glelidor, though, has a darker side. He was blessed with a limitless memory. Meaning he doesn’t forget easily. If anyone has wronged him, he makes a mental note of it, making sure to pay them back in kind. It's not just limited to humans. He has enacted his wrath against animals and xenos alike. Just in case something happens to him, he writes down his grudges in a book he calls “The Iron Tome”. Once he completes a grudge, he crosses it off the page with his own blood. The grudges can be as small as pranking his friends back or as large as killing a heretic. Sometimes these punishments can get ludicrous. For example, one time his friend, Lucious, was captured by a group of raiders. Glelidor made it upon himself to blood eagle every single raider alive. 

Skills: Glelidor already had a great memory, being able to recall events from his birth. But when he was reborn as a Primarch, his expansive memory only became better. He could not forget anything from natural causes. Only some massive warp-fuckery could alter his mind. He also has heightened perception. Being able to spot a needle in a haystack, as some would say. His greatest skill is his accuracy. With his heightened perception, he can spot an object from a mile away and can shoot it with a bolt pistol. Of course, he wasn’t naturally able to do this. This was a gift from the emperor

Assignment Grade: His assignment grade is epsilon. His main skills are bodily enhancements, being stronger, faster, more durable, and being able to perceive things that the normal human cannot see.

Biography: Glelidor, given that he lives in a practically abandoned and merciless planet, has had a steady upbringing.

His mother was a caregiver in his village and his father was a warrior, training him from a very young age to fight and survive. Everyone in the village knew him from a very young age as an infamous troublemaker, but a kind one at that. Whenever he would get caught getting in trouble, he would fess up and take the punishments like a man.

His parents always said he was a blessing from the stars. He never really knew what that meant until later in his life. Glelidor grew suspicions that he was not from Ragnoth when he was very young. He was fair skinned, while everyone else was tan. He was a tall man, standing at nine and a half feet tall, while everyone else was much smaller than him. When he finally confronted his parents about it, they confessed. He was not from this world. They found him when a strange pod crashed into the planet, not far from his village. The fact that Glelidor was not from this planet did not mess with him, though. He believed that he was meant for this village, and nothing would change that.

It was clear from a very young age that he was destined for something greater than Ragnoth. This first became evident with his memory. He had a nearly perfect memory, recalling things other people should not have. The village quickly used this to send him on espionage missions. These missions would never go according to plan. This was because of his headstrong mindset and an itch for battle. When he was sent to spy, he would come back with blood on his hands.

When he turned 12, it was time to be given his nickname. Everyone in his village was given a nickname when they turned 12. Instead of just being given one, Glelidor wanted to earn his. So with some convincing, he sent out on his own. His mission, to prove to the universe his worth.

Days passed and no one heard from Glelidor. Some were convinced that he simply died from dehydration. He appeared ten days later, towing a corpse of an eighteen foot tall Queen Deathstalker Scorpion.

The Village rejoiced in seeing Glelidor alive. They dubbed him “The Deathstalker”  and named him a proper man. Mind you, he did all of this at the age of 12. His antics were only starting there, though. Every year, on his birthday, he would set out into the unforgiving landscape of Ragnoth and bring home the corpse of a Deathstalker Scorpion. 

His village rejoiced in him as a hero, his enemies feared him like a demon, and his reputation spread across Ragnoth like a sandstorm. The tales and legends of The Deathstalker only got more and more ludicrous. Some say that he drank the blood of Baby Scorpions to stay hydrated during his adventures. Some others say that he rode an adult Deathstalker into battle.

Once Glelidor turned 18, the sands of fate were changing in Ragnoth. A revolution was brewing between the kingdom of Conace (the ruling governmental body)  and the tribes. Glelidor knew that he had to do something about it, so he left his village and made his way to the capital of the resistance, a small hamlet known as “Requiem”. Word got out quickly that the Deathstalker was part of the resistance. Rising through the ranks quickly, he soon became the face of the revolution. He became great friends with the son of the rebellion’s head, Lucious. Both were cunning strategists and ferocious warriors, and soon became close friends. Fast forward three years, and the siege of Conace was about to end. Glelidor, now a hulking mass of man, led the final charge into the city on top of a Deathstalker. Needless to say, the revolution won, and a new government was in place.

The Meeting: Some call it a hellscape. Glelidor calls it home. It has been years since he has been to his village. Him being now a man and a war hero, he was hoping to see his tribe and family again to show them what he has accomplished. Though, playing in the back of his mind, was Lucious’ parting words.

“Be prepared for anything on your journey back. Ragnoth is an unforgiving planet”

Glelidor could not help but think what would be waiting for him. Having no technology at his village, he did not have a way of communicating with them. Slowly but surely, he made his way to his village. About halfway there, the sandstorm cleared. Once it did dissipate, Glelidor could have sworn he heard “Know you fate…” coming from the distance. He looked around, seeing nothing. He just shrugged it off, taking a mental note of what happened.

A quarter of the way there, the voice started repeating itself. “Know your fate, know your fate” Was playing non stop inside Glelidor’s head. It was maddening. He took a moment to sit down and take some water. While drinking, the captain thought he saw a glint of gold in the distance. He put his water down and stood up, only to see nothing but the dunes. “That's it, I am going mad.” Glelidor said to himself.

As he got closer to the village, the voices only got louder. Clutching his head, he stumbled over a sand dune, only to see a village destroyed. “No, nononono” He kept repeating to himself, trying to drown out the constant noise inside his brain. He got tunnel vision as he ran towards his home, getting visions of a man in gold, saying “Know your fate”. He heard screams of women and children, metal clanging against metal, and the splat of blood against sandstone.

Glelidor struggled to get to the heart of his village. Once he reached the center, all the visions and voices stopped. He let out a blood curdling scream. It echoed through the sand dunes. As he knelt in pain, he heard footsteps behind him. “Know your fate, Glelidor.” The voice said. As he turned around, he saw a giant of a man in gleaming golden armor. The giant knelt down, to get to Glelidor’s level. “I am simply a man, a vision to tell you who you truly are. You are my creation, a Primarch, one destined to lead my soldiers in the Grim Crusade. Remember this, my child. Remember your pain, your grudges. In this sorrow you will be reborn anew. Come to Terra, my son. There you will learn the truth of your heritage and your destiny..."
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[hider=The Grudge Bearers]
Legion Name: The Grudge Bearers

Legion Number: XXth

Legion Strength: Being one of their newer Legions of Space Marines, the Grudge Bearers have roughly eighty five thousand units. Though this does not mean that their replenishment rate is stagnant. The Geneseed of Glelidor is strong, so new Grudge Bearers are being reborn every single day.

Glelidor sometimes chooses Grudge Bearers that distinguish themselves in the field of battle. These “Deathstalkers Chosen” are the elite of the elite in his Legion. Where the Deathstalker is, the Chosen are not far behind.

Armour Appearance:[img]https://imgur.com/a/Kz6Ylj1[/img]

Warcry: “Today is our Victory Day!”
“Awake the Iron!”

Dramatis Personae:
ANCIENT LUCIOUS: Lucious was a close friend of Glelidor before he was made into a primarch. Often bickering with one another, they are almost inseparable. Lucious is wise beyond his years, and it shows. He is Glelidor’s right hand man, often taking the position as a tactician rather than a soldier. Due to his tactician nature, he has helped turn the tide of many battles.
“Through patience, we can defeat the enemy. Through wisdom, we can exploit their weaknesses.”
CONSULAR IGNEEL: The “Master-At-Arms” of the Legion, he is a space marine that has distinguished himself through the fires of combat. Igneel was the first member and the commander of the Deathstalkers Chosen, and is the second best fighter in the legion (right after Glelidor).
“Crush the Infidel!”



Favored Tactics/Battlefield Role: The Grudge Bearers excel in infantry and armored combat. Their Space Marines are embedded with every grudge written in the Iron Tome, a book that Glelidor writes his grudges in. With all that knowledge, they are induced into a rage when seeing someone or something that is written in the Tome. This makes them excel in combat against said foe. If they are fighting anything that is not written in the book, they do average at fighting. This is where the Armored component comes in. They have modified Predators and Land Raiders that add more torque to the engines and more firepower to the guns. These modifications, though, make them expensive to produce. So there will be less tanks on the battlefield than an average Space Marine Chapter 

Legion Characteristics/Ideology:  While the Grudge Bearers are angry most of the time, they are also surprisingly cool headed when needed. For example, in battle. They only go into a blood-curdling rage when instructed, the rest of the time following orders to the letter. That's another thing about them, their reactions to orders. They are very literal with what they follow. For example, if instructed to stand guard, they will quite literally stand guard until they either die or are ordered to do something else. This is because of their sense of honor. If they do not complete an order, they will consider it dishonorable, and will try to do anything to amend it, even if it be “falling on their swords”.

Relationships: The Grudge Bearers are extreme in what they do and brave to the point of stupidity, this can be very off-putting to anyone who doesn’t understand them. While they gained the respect of the Imperial Guard’s high command, the grunts don’t have the highest respect for them. You see, the Grudge Bearers think that their sense of honor should be imposed onto everybody. This can lead to some awkward interactions with any other space marine or imperial guard.
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