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NecrodancerOEᗪIᑭᑌᔕ ᑫYᑌᑎ-The Fated
"Hath any decision been truly ours?
A P P E A R A N C E
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Standing short amongst his brothers at 9ft, the Fated Lord is marked with the same perfection nevertheless. Waist length snow colored hair surrounds an androgynous face pale as jade. Piercing gold eyes lies hidden behind a decorative blindfold of white porcelain marbled with ever sapphire patterns.
Unusual for one such as he, Oedipus favors an ancient terran formal dress black and red in tone adorned with silver ornamentation accompanied with a purple half cape.
At his bound to the primarch by thin adamantine chains are his twin relics
-Proteus:Signature weapon of the Fated,a small metallic cylinder fitting snugly in one’s oversized hands, bound to his waist. A relic from the dark days, it is a formless thing, a mass of dark fluid capable of taking almost any shape, be it a lance, a dagger, a hammer, a scythe or a thing called “spork” for eating. These transformations seem random yet always appear at opportune timing almost as if it is sentient in some sense.
-Apollo:a portable device chained to Oedipus’ coat pocket or located within his armor’s vambrace in battle. A flat thing with a flip-out screen and two small buttons of unknown origins.
Each press of the button plays a small animation of shuffling cards before displaying a simple message in bright cyan text. Varying greatly in meaning, originally it had simply displayed benign and frankly amusing instructions of trivia and messaging. Yet prolonged use by the XIIth lord has caused a seeming distortion in its contents with messages growing increasingly specific and dark. Thus theorized to be psi active.
Striding into action like a whirlwind of violence, Oedipus clads himself in a silvery adamantine battleplate polished to a mirror sheen. No detailing of any sort marr its purity, neither the thunder of unity nor symbols of legion. Even its helmet is devoid of traditional features such as eye lenses or vox grille,rather presenting a simple reflective adamantine plate adorned with a large azure oculus surrounded by spiral hexagrammatic script aiding in divination.
D E T A I L S
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Legion Name: XII-Void Seekers
Homeworld: Vallonis
Once a prosperous jewel before the long night, home to inconceivable technological marvels symbol of mankind's mastery over all things, now a world shrouded in perpetual darkness stalked through by creatures of shadow and smoke. Whatever remains of humanity has long since degraded to techno-barbarian hood. Subsisting in shelters under illumination by vast floodlights least the darkness claim them whole.
Psyker Grade: Beta
C O N C E P T
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Essence
Conceptualized as the Emperor’s champion, His dauntless vanguard and guardian to mankind’s realm. Gifted with immense foresight to respond preemptively to any and all threats
An undying paragon of martial virtue, first to any battle, honored in his duties until the end of days.
A man utterly ravaged since birth by his gifts to the point of insanity, until surrendering themselves to fate. Doomed to know before acting, destined to be hated by his sons, unable to even die.
Irrational and rational,ever changing never static. Miserably weeping one moment, manically laughing the next. He may save someone from death just to crush them underfoot. All according to the oracles of fate.
Skills
Perpetual-A manifestation of his lineage as Oedipus is unable to die from any material attacks or less than cataclysmic empiric ones. Always returning after some time, even should his body be completely atomized.
Gift of Foresight-A gift most heaven defying also a curse most vicious. The lord of the XIIth’s visions has been his constant companion since infancy, showing him the result of futures far and close. Sometimes growing so strong as to superpose the present, other times reduced to simply knowing what others will say/act or a vague impulse to do a certain deed yet never silent, never absent. Even in the quietest moments, this gift remains his eternal companion.
Martial Paragon -Genetically engineered as such, Oedipus stands above even fellow primarchs in his “skills” at arms, be it ranged or melee despite never needing to train or being ordained to by fate. The enlightened one is equally proficient in all weapons of mankind. Only faltering slightly when faced with the truly esoteric yet rapidly adapting all the same.
Legion Concept:
The Void Seekers-The XIIth
Legion specialized by small squad operations, subterfuge, sabotage, infiltration, espionage and assassinations. Rarely engaging in direct fashion, preferring to wear down their foes until they break without fighting.
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"Hath any decision been truly ours?
A P P E A R A N C E
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Standing short amongst his brothers at 9ft, the Fated Lord is marked with the same perfection nevertheless. Waist length snow colored hair surrounds an androgynous face pale as jade. Piercing gold eyes lies hidden behind a decorative blindfold of white porcelain marbled with ever sapphire patterns.
Unusual for one such as he, Oedipus favors an ancient terran formal dress black and red in tone adorned with silver ornamentation accompanied with a purple half cape.
At his bound to the primarch by thin adamantine chains are his twin relics
-Proteus:Signature weapon of the Fated,a small metallic cylinder fitting snugly in one’s oversized hands, bound to his waist. A relic from the dark days, it is a formless thing, a mass of dark fluid capable of taking almost any shape, be it a lance, a dagger, a hammer, a scythe or a thing called “spork” for eating. These transformations seem random yet always appear at opportune timing almost as if it is sentient in some sense.
-Apollo:a portable device chained to Oedipus’ coat pocket or located within his armor’s vambrace in battle. A flat thing with a flip-out screen and two small buttons of unknown origins.
Each press of the button plays a small animation of shuffling cards before displaying a simple message in bright cyan text. Varying greatly in meaning, originally it had simply displayed benign and frankly amusing instructions of trivia and messaging. Yet prolonged use by the XIIth lord has caused a seeming distortion in its contents with messages growing increasingly specific and dark. Thus theorized to be psi active.
Striding into action like a whirlwind of violence, Oedipus clads himself in a silvery adamantine battleplate polished to a mirror sheen. No detailing of any sort marr its purity, neither the thunder of unity nor symbols of legion. Even its helmet is devoid of traditional features such as eye lenses or vox grille,rather presenting a simple reflective adamantine plate adorned with a large azure oculus surrounded by spiral hexagrammatic script aiding in divination.
D E T A I L S
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Legion Name: XII-Void Seekers
Homeworld: Vallonis
Once a prosperous jewel before the long night, home to inconceivable technological marvels symbol of mankind's mastery over all things, now a world shrouded in perpetual darkness stalked through by creatures of shadow and smoke. Whatever remains of humanity has long since degraded to techno-barbarian hood. Subsisting in shelters under illumination by vast floodlights least the darkness claim them whole.
Psyker Grade: Beta
C O N C E P T
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Essence
Conceptualized as the Emperor’s champion, His dauntless vanguard and guardian to mankind’s realm. Gifted with immense foresight to respond preemptively to any and all threats
An undying paragon of martial virtue, first to any battle, honored in his duties until the end of days.
A man utterly ravaged since birth by his gifts to the point of insanity, until surrendering themselves to fate. Doomed to know before acting, destined to be hated by his sons, unable to even die.
Irrational and rational,ever changing never static. Miserably weeping one moment, manically laughing the next. He may save someone from death just to crush them underfoot. All according to the oracles of fate.
Skills
Perpetual-A manifestation of his lineage as Oedipus is unable to die from any material attacks or less than cataclysmic empiric ones. Always returning after some time, even should his body be completely atomized.
Gift of Foresight-A gift most heaven defying also a curse most vicious. The lord of the XIIth’s visions has been his constant companion since infancy, showing him the result of futures far and close. Sometimes growing so strong as to superpose the present, other times reduced to simply knowing what others will say/act or a vague impulse to do a certain deed yet never silent, never absent. Even in the quietest moments, this gift remains his eternal companion.
Martial Paragon -Genetically engineered as such, Oedipus stands above even fellow primarchs in his “skills” at arms, be it ranged or melee despite never needing to train or being ordained to by fate. The enlightened one is equally proficient in all weapons of mankind. Only faltering slightly when faced with the truly esoteric yet rapidly adapting all the same.
Legion Concept:
The Void Seekers-The XIIth
Legion specialized by small squad operations, subterfuge, sabotage, infiltration, espionage and assassinations. Rarely engaging in direct fashion, preferring to wear down their foes until they break without fighting.
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𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖌𝖗𝖆 𝕯𝖎𝖆𝖘-𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕰𝖞𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓
"My brothers are fools for believing we can ever bring peace over the stars, this crusade shall never end for one does not craft abominations like us to serve as peacekeepers. Even then, what of our “sons”? Les Pauvres Misérables devoid of the pleasures lesser beings are entitled to, a pointless question, for I know the answer already, we all do, don't we?”
-Codex Stratos:on the relation between war and society
A P P E A R A N C E
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Standing short amongst his brothers at 9ft, Dias is marked with the same ethereal perfection nevertheless. Waist length snow colored hair surrounds an androgynous face pale as jade. A white porcelain half mask marbled with sapphire patterns covers a dull white left eye, leaving his right eye, piercing blue, uncovered above an aquiline nose. Thin narrow lips forming an odd half smile.
Strangely for beings such as them, Integra favors an ancient terran formal dress purple and gold adorned with ruby ornamentation accompanied by a cream half cape on his left side. Finished by a wooden cane lined with silver highlights aswell as a wreath of dark green native Vallonian Laurels above his head, replaced each day at dawn.
In times of war the Udjat master dons the Aias-a suit of artificer armor tailored for stealth and mobility, stripping away the bulky ceramite layers for thinner adamantine plating. Able to mount a jump pack for quick repositioning or swift assaults, the warplate is colored black and bronze for more ceremonial occasions, rapidly replaced with self adapting camouflage patterns during battle.
Various specialist equipment are found upon the Aias, from A high power auspex and cognis signum juts out from a retractable shoulder mount to cloak field emitters.
D E T A I L S
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Legion Name: Void Hunters
Homeworld: Vallonis
Once a prosperous jewel before the long night, home to inconceivable technological marvels symbol of mankind's mastery over all things, now a world shrouded in perpetual grey skies, its artificial landscape broken through by the jagged ruins of long dead orbital spires. Whatever was left of humanity was reduced to techno barbarians warring city states seeking a living amidst past grandeurs.Regarding these ancient technological marvels as divine artifice.
Remnant constructs of the golden days still stalk the land, mechanical monstrosities without purpose or corrupted by millennia of strife. Simply attacking whatever happened to get close.
Psyker Grade: Delta
C O N C E P T
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Essence
The Unseen Vanguard, gifted with adaptability and stealth to end wars before they begin. First into battle no matter the foe.
Disfavoring the barbaric melees others have made their signature, Dias rather pick apart his foes from afar with sniper and artillery while sending infiltrators to sow disorder and chaos amongst their ranks.
Despite being a knowledgeable thinker and prolific critic, the primarch rarely speaks his mind on issues, keeping up a facade of polite harmony for ultimately, weapons shall remain weapons.
Skills
Geneforged Agent
Compared to his brethren, Integra has been granted extraordinary speed, stealth and unending endurance.
Iron Precision
Expertise of his, the lord of the legion is gifted with supernatural precision and accuracy, translated to peerless mastery in all manner of ranged weapons, favoring the Laevatein archeotech rifle.
Unchained Thinkerer
An extension of his unconventional nature, Integra is adept at manipulating, altering, combining and simply innovating technological constructs. Often spending the majority of his idle time doing so, littering his workshop with unfinished prototypes and scattered sketches.
Martial Inadequacy
What good stands the blade and hammer when shells fall like rain, when the heaven themselves pours fire unto you?
Perhaps hiding his inadequacy, Integra suffers from a lack of martial skill, constantly inferior to his brothers in martial prowess.
Weakened Constitution
A side effect of his gifts of stealth, speed and endurance. Making him weaker and frailer than his peers.
Equipment
Laevatein-named after a sword of legend lost long ago and standing tall as a space marine, the relic rifle fires dark crimson beams piercing the heaviest armor like paper.
By manipulating arcane principles and esoteric field mechanics via a simple switch on the rifle’s side, the properties of the weapon’s projectile may be adjusted, increasing its fire rate at the cost of power or making them ricochet off walls.
Known to a few is that the real Laevatein is no larger than a pistol, albeit scaled to primarch size. That the weapon commonly seen accompanying the primarch no more than a shell/amplifier.
Apollo’s Eye-Replacing the primach’s left eye, it grants the wearer the ability to see the immediate future along with the path leading to it. Yet overuse will cause the relic to overheat, charring his flesh and shutting off temporarily thus it usually sits grey and dormant in its socket, ready to spring to life with a thought.
Legion Concept
The Void Hunters-Legion specialized in small squad operations, subterfuge, sabotage, infiltration, espionage and assassinations. Rarely engaging in direct fashion, preferring to wear down their foes until they break without fighting.
"My brothers are fools for believing we can ever bring peace over the stars, this crusade shall never end for one does not craft abominations like us to serve as peacekeepers. Even then, what of our “sons”? Les Pauvres Misérables devoid of the pleasures lesser beings are entitled to, a pointless question, for I know the answer already, we all do, don't we?”
-Codex Stratos:on the relation between war and society
A P P E A R A N C E
_________________________________________________________
Standing short amongst his brothers at 9ft, Dias is marked with the same ethereal perfection nevertheless. Waist length snow colored hair surrounds an androgynous face pale as jade. A white porcelain half mask marbled with sapphire patterns covers a dull white left eye, leaving his right eye, piercing blue, uncovered above an aquiline nose. Thin narrow lips forming an odd half smile.
Strangely for beings such as them, Integra favors an ancient terran formal dress purple and gold adorned with ruby ornamentation accompanied by a cream half cape on his left side. Finished by a wooden cane lined with silver highlights aswell as a wreath of dark green native Vallonian Laurels above his head, replaced each day at dawn.
In times of war the Udjat master dons the Aias-a suit of artificer armor tailored for stealth and mobility, stripping away the bulky ceramite layers for thinner adamantine plating. Able to mount a jump pack for quick repositioning or swift assaults, the warplate is colored black and bronze for more ceremonial occasions, rapidly replaced with self adapting camouflage patterns during battle.
Various specialist equipment are found upon the Aias, from A high power auspex and cognis signum juts out from a retractable shoulder mount to cloak field emitters.
D E T A I L S
_________________________________________________________
Legion Name: Void Hunters
Homeworld: Vallonis
Once a prosperous jewel before the long night, home to inconceivable technological marvels symbol of mankind's mastery over all things, now a world shrouded in perpetual grey skies, its artificial landscape broken through by the jagged ruins of long dead orbital spires. Whatever was left of humanity was reduced to techno barbarians warring city states seeking a living amidst past grandeurs.Regarding these ancient technological marvels as divine artifice.
Remnant constructs of the golden days still stalk the land, mechanical monstrosities without purpose or corrupted by millennia of strife. Simply attacking whatever happened to get close.
Psyker Grade: Delta
C O N C E P T
________________________________________________________________________________________
Essence
The Unseen Vanguard, gifted with adaptability and stealth to end wars before they begin. First into battle no matter the foe.
Disfavoring the barbaric melees others have made their signature, Dias rather pick apart his foes from afar with sniper and artillery while sending infiltrators to sow disorder and chaos amongst their ranks.
Despite being a knowledgeable thinker and prolific critic, the primarch rarely speaks his mind on issues, keeping up a facade of polite harmony for ultimately, weapons shall remain weapons.
Skills
Geneforged Agent
Compared to his brethren, Integra has been granted extraordinary speed, stealth and unending endurance.
Iron Precision
Expertise of his, the lord of the legion is gifted with supernatural precision and accuracy, translated to peerless mastery in all manner of ranged weapons, favoring the Laevatein archeotech rifle.
Unchained Thinkerer
An extension of his unconventional nature, Integra is adept at manipulating, altering, combining and simply innovating technological constructs. Often spending the majority of his idle time doing so, littering his workshop with unfinished prototypes and scattered sketches.
Martial Inadequacy
What good stands the blade and hammer when shells fall like rain, when the heaven themselves pours fire unto you?
Perhaps hiding his inadequacy, Integra suffers from a lack of martial skill, constantly inferior to his brothers in martial prowess.
Weakened Constitution
A side effect of his gifts of stealth, speed and endurance. Making him weaker and frailer than his peers.
Equipment
Laevatein-named after a sword of legend lost long ago and standing tall as a space marine, the relic rifle fires dark crimson beams piercing the heaviest armor like paper.
By manipulating arcane principles and esoteric field mechanics via a simple switch on the rifle’s side, the properties of the weapon’s projectile may be adjusted, increasing its fire rate at the cost of power or making them ricochet off walls.
Known to a few is that the real Laevatein is no larger than a pistol, albeit scaled to primarch size. That the weapon commonly seen accompanying the primarch no more than a shell/amplifier.
Apollo’s Eye-Replacing the primach’s left eye, it grants the wearer the ability to see the immediate future along with the path leading to it. Yet overuse will cause the relic to overheat, charring his flesh and shutting off temporarily thus it usually sits grey and dormant in its socket, ready to spring to life with a thought.
Legion Concept
The Void Hunters-Legion specialized in small squad operations, subterfuge, sabotage, infiltration, espionage and assassinations. Rarely engaging in direct fashion, preferring to wear down their foes until they break without fighting.
