"Across the stars, our banners fly, ready to die beneath his eye, battle brothers, side by side, we sail against the grim, dark tide..."
Name; Faustus Halbix
Rank; Chapter Master
Age; 413. He keeps meticulous track of every Terran day.
Gender; Male
Sexuality; Straight
Appearance; A titan clad in deep blue power armor. His armor is a modified Crusader-pattern armor, reinforced with terminator plate and augmented with psykically charged materials that give him enough warp amplification that not only is he hardly affected by extreme warp presences, he can outmatch some Librarians in psykic force as well. His helmet is adorned with a crown of adamantine horns that channel his psykic energy, known as the "Crown of Thunder" with how his psykic power flies off the horns like lightning bolts, carrying enough power to atomize anything smaller than a Tyranid Gaunt. On his right pauldron is his chapter symbol; a three-headed dragon with the largest, central head painted white while the other two are faded grey. This is in reference to his chapter's two sister chapters, each of which has a different head whited out. On his backpack is a set of golden wings, not dissimilar to the 2nd Millenium Winged Hussars. On top of his pack, he also has a golden halo to show his devotion to the Imperium and the Emperor of Mankind.
Personality; A proud, defiant, and charismatic zealot. More than once, his shanty-like chants have roused entire companies to their feet. He stands as a proud, uncompromising bulwark of the emperor's will, though in no way does he lack any heart. Being a successor of the Salamanders, he, his chapter, and his sister chapters all draw strength from their compassion. Knowing that they can feel fear, sorrow, and any emotion besides wrath is what lets them know that they are uncorrupted; should any of them lose their personality, they are immediately screened for taint. As such, all are ruggedly individualistic but still great team players, playing into their own rules magnificently as part of a cohesive team. Faustus is in no way different.
Strengths; Untold brute and psykic power, immense tactical knowledge
Fears; One day having to leave someone behind unknown and unmourned.
Loyalties; The Emperor, the Salamanders, The Immortal/Infinite/Untamed Dragons, anyone brave and faithful enough to fight alongside him or in the name of the Emperor, regardless of allegiance or background.
Weaponry; His psykic energy is usually enough to clean house
Years of service; 400 years, 2 adamantium service studs. The Dragons(all three successors to the Salamanders I made up) have immense lifespans and don't die in the field of battle as often as other chapters might, so they celebrate service in 200-year increments. Faustus is not even in the top half of the oldest in his chapter; the oldest is a Dreadnought named Verl the Drake, being almost 750 with 6 adamantium service studs welded over his eye slit.
Chapter; The Untamed Dragons(custom successor chapter to the Salamanders)
Notable Events;
- In a campaign against the Tyranids that involved both Marneus Calgar and Varro Tigurius, both noticed a shift in psykic presence on the world when The Untamed Dragons' Mothership, the Tiamat Unus, arrived in low orbit. A flash of warp energy as strong as a psykic storm from Tigurius appeared behind them, and out walked Faustus, wielding his signature twin power swords.
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"I do hope you took care to save the civilians and non-combatants?" said Faustus, his voice gruff and uncompromising.
"By my request, Faustus. They have already been evacuated" Marneus replied as he turned to see the fellow chapter master walk up, having to look up just slightly to meet his photolenses with his bare eyes.
"Good. You know my stance on such matters, being the descendent of the Salamanders." Faustus said, his tone light and almost playful for a Space Marine.
Faustus marched past the Ultramarines towards the edge of the plateu they were on. In the distance, Tyranids swarmed again, and Faustus gripped his swords tighter as they sparked to life. From the golden wings on his back, long tendrils of psykic energy radiated like billowing feathers. They lengthened and hardened into an ethereal, hardlight copy of the reptilian wings of a Dragon. With a mighty leap, he soared into the air and above the raging battleground, dropping like a comet into the fray with a bellowing roar;
"United We Stand, Divided We Fall!"
Crush; In this setting, it's all but forced to be an OC x OC unless you want to pull some crazy shit and try to get a Sister of Battle to like him(Or Saint Celestine now that I think about it, but that would be messy even if it was platonic)
