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Name/Titles: Gharl the Bloody, Ol’ Yeller, the Baron-Bull of Broken Bones.
Denomination: Khorne.
Appearance: Gharl is an Ogryn Bone’ead and that simple fact entirely dominates his appearance. Ten feet tall, taller even than an Astartes and stronger to boot, Gharl is a hulking mountain of muscle and bone whose mass has swelled to even greater size with his simple-minded devotion to Khorne. His face is a rough patchwork of scars, with an ear and a piece of his nose missing. Two eyes, as hard as flint and illuminated by an unnatural light that glows in the dark, gaze out at the world with brutal cunning and cunning brutality from beneath a heavy brow. Even more strangely, two thick black horns jut from his forehead in the fashion of a Terran bull, and his neck bulges with the fortified musculature to use them as a weapon.
His vast form is clad in an impossibly large set of blood-splattered carapace armor that turns him into a walking fortress, and he is armed with the ripper gun that is the Ogryn’s trademark weapon -- though he is just as liable to use his massive plated, bone-studded fists and gore-horns to turn enemies into red paste.
Personality: Smarter than the average Ogryn thanks to the B.O.N.E. procedure that turned him into a Bone’ead, Gharl is remarkably similar in temperament and intelligence to an Ork Nob. He possesses a primitive, primal cunning that makes him a very effective warrior, capable of operating on his own and making tactical decisions on the battlefield, even if those decisions don’t usually amount to more than an answer to one question: “How can Gharl get closer?”
His devotion to Khorne is unwavering and sublime in its simplicity. Gharl loves to kill. Khorne loves it when Gharl kills. Therefore, Gharl is quite fond of Khorne. When that resulted in a beautiful set of horns sprouting from his head, Gharl’s fondness of Khorne was elevated to unprecedented levels of gratitude and dedication. As such, anyone that promises Gharl ample opportunities to make Khorne happy by way of violent slaughter has the Ogryn’s loyalty. This makes him the perfect mercenary for heretics and cultists and Gharl has made quite a career as a favored living weapon of Chaos.
He was affectionately nicknamed Ol’ Yeller by the Chaos Marines that turned him into the Khorne-worshipping killing machine he is today because of his habit to yell “BLOOD! SKULLS!” at the top of his lungs when engaging in combat, for the whole catchphrase is usually too long for him to remember in the heat of the moment.
Biography: Gharl vaguely remembers that he once served different masters, small men with little rifles that he fought with, for the glory of some golden-haloed man or other, but that is the distant past to him now. What he more vividly remembers is the pain and the anger he experienced after an engagement gone spectacularly wrong, when his regiment was almost destroyed to the man by an army of Khornate worshippers. The Berserkers among them had captured the Ogryn alive after witnessing him turning cultists into paste with his bare hands, as Gharl’s simple-minded penchant for violence both amused them and had earned their approval. Gharl’s loyalty to the golden-haloed master had been strong, but endless gladiatorial trials and the roaring cheers of the Khorne Berserkers had eroded his memories and his devotion.
In time, the anger and pain was replaced by a savage thirst for blood and a perverse enjoyment of the combat that they put him through, and Gharl came to respect the Berserkers and listen to the things they spoke of; a giant warrior on a throne of skulls in a pool of blood named Khorne, who liked it very much when Gharl turned another captured Eldar into an impact crater for the amusement of the Khornate armies. This was more in line with what Gharl really liked. He remembered that the small men with little rifles would chastise him when he was too violent, too brutal, but these warriors approved.
They had no need for him on the battlefield, however, and thought it would be funny if they simply unleashed the bloodthirsty Ogryn they had created onto the universe to wreak havoc in his own time. Gharl was unused to making decisions for himself, however, so after the armies had departed and left him behind on one of the charnel-worlds of the Eye of Terror, he was swiftly swept up into the service of an aspirant warlord. When that war was over (because the warlord died), he moved on to the next person who told him what to do.
From one world and employer to the next, Gharl refined his tastes and talent for carnage and developed a reputation as a reliable butcher and living battering ram, eventually drawing the attention of a certain merchant....
Other: Paradoxically, Gharl is attracted to pretty things and his meager personal belongings include various pieces of jewelry, carvings and artworks that he likes to look at.
Denomination: Khorne.
Appearance: Gharl is an Ogryn Bone’ead and that simple fact entirely dominates his appearance. Ten feet tall, taller even than an Astartes and stronger to boot, Gharl is a hulking mountain of muscle and bone whose mass has swelled to even greater size with his simple-minded devotion to Khorne. His face is a rough patchwork of scars, with an ear and a piece of his nose missing. Two eyes, as hard as flint and illuminated by an unnatural light that glows in the dark, gaze out at the world with brutal cunning and cunning brutality from beneath a heavy brow. Even more strangely, two thick black horns jut from his forehead in the fashion of a Terran bull, and his neck bulges with the fortified musculature to use them as a weapon.
His vast form is clad in an impossibly large set of blood-splattered carapace armor that turns him into a walking fortress, and he is armed with the ripper gun that is the Ogryn’s trademark weapon -- though he is just as liable to use his massive plated, bone-studded fists and gore-horns to turn enemies into red paste.
Personality: Smarter than the average Ogryn thanks to the B.O.N.E. procedure that turned him into a Bone’ead, Gharl is remarkably similar in temperament and intelligence to an Ork Nob. He possesses a primitive, primal cunning that makes him a very effective warrior, capable of operating on his own and making tactical decisions on the battlefield, even if those decisions don’t usually amount to more than an answer to one question: “How can Gharl get closer?”
His devotion to Khorne is unwavering and sublime in its simplicity. Gharl loves to kill. Khorne loves it when Gharl kills. Therefore, Gharl is quite fond of Khorne. When that resulted in a beautiful set of horns sprouting from his head, Gharl’s fondness of Khorne was elevated to unprecedented levels of gratitude and dedication. As such, anyone that promises Gharl ample opportunities to make Khorne happy by way of violent slaughter has the Ogryn’s loyalty. This makes him the perfect mercenary for heretics and cultists and Gharl has made quite a career as a favored living weapon of Chaos.
He was affectionately nicknamed Ol’ Yeller by the Chaos Marines that turned him into the Khorne-worshipping killing machine he is today because of his habit to yell “BLOOD! SKULLS!” at the top of his lungs when engaging in combat, for the whole catchphrase is usually too long for him to remember in the heat of the moment.
Biography: Gharl vaguely remembers that he once served different masters, small men with little rifles that he fought with, for the glory of some golden-haloed man or other, but that is the distant past to him now. What he more vividly remembers is the pain and the anger he experienced after an engagement gone spectacularly wrong, when his regiment was almost destroyed to the man by an army of Khornate worshippers. The Berserkers among them had captured the Ogryn alive after witnessing him turning cultists into paste with his bare hands, as Gharl’s simple-minded penchant for violence both amused them and had earned their approval. Gharl’s loyalty to the golden-haloed master had been strong, but endless gladiatorial trials and the roaring cheers of the Khorne Berserkers had eroded his memories and his devotion.
In time, the anger and pain was replaced by a savage thirst for blood and a perverse enjoyment of the combat that they put him through, and Gharl came to respect the Berserkers and listen to the things they spoke of; a giant warrior on a throne of skulls in a pool of blood named Khorne, who liked it very much when Gharl turned another captured Eldar into an impact crater for the amusement of the Khornate armies. This was more in line with what Gharl really liked. He remembered that the small men with little rifles would chastise him when he was too violent, too brutal, but these warriors approved.
They had no need for him on the battlefield, however, and thought it would be funny if they simply unleashed the bloodthirsty Ogryn they had created onto the universe to wreak havoc in his own time. Gharl was unused to making decisions for himself, however, so after the armies had departed and left him behind on one of the charnel-worlds of the Eye of Terror, he was swiftly swept up into the service of an aspirant warlord. When that war was over (because the warlord died), he moved on to the next person who told him what to do.
From one world and employer to the next, Gharl refined his tastes and talent for carnage and developed a reputation as a reliable butcher and living battering ram, eventually drawing the attention of a certain merchant....
Other: Paradoxically, Gharl is attracted to pretty things and his meager personal belongings include various pieces of jewelry, carvings and artworks that he likes to look at.
