Got the character out, hopefully more fleshed out soon.<br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/hC56R5J.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sekhess, Word Bearer of the Inspired Convent<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Headhunter<br/><strong>Age:</strong>872<br/><strong>Sex:</strong>Male<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Possessed Chaos Space Marine, formerly human<br/><strong>Planet of Origin:</strong>Sicarus, Daemonworld<br/><strong>Appereance:</strong><br/><strong>Possessed Appereance:</strong>Sekhess’ power armor begins to crack and strain, fragmenting into lustrous ruby scales, under the surge of daemonic essence unleashed from within as he grows in stature. While beige trim turns to bone with sinewy veins and muscles attatched to its base, binding the scales together and causing them to shift and ripple gracefully as he moves. Sekhess face also undergoes radical changes as the faceplate splits into three segments, opening to reveal sharp teeth lining the edges and a long, flailing tentacle-like appendage emerging from the throat while the cybernetic lenses gains slitted pupils that gaze with hunger. The backpack fuses into a patterned, flared hood, glowing with eldritch energy. Beneath the waist, his legs are absorbed into a serpentine tail and sharp bony spines appear across its length, with another set of phallic tentacles hidden inside a slit.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Background</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sekhess, before becoming the warp-creature he is now, was once a slave known as Sebastian. Born on Sicarius, domain of the Daemon Primarch Lorgar of the Word Bearers, his earlist memories were of toiling away at monuments to Chaos Gods and the tainted incense that lay as a thick, permanent haze over the planet's surface. Growing to an impressive physique during years of intense labour, almost to spite his taskmasters that sought to reduce him to a growling cultist, and unyielding in spirit as he heard tales of world outside and of a golden presence known as the God-Emperor of Mankind that inspired dreams of freedom. Sebastian's faith was a beacon that rallied those around him, offering hope and a brighter future and while still a young child he was cast in the role as a leader of a growing revolt.<br/><br/>In the shadows the Word Bearers watched, allowing the unfaithful elements to gather, certain of the ultimate outcome. However, despite their preparations the Chaos Space Marines faced unexpected resistance from the insurrection, as Sebastian's rebels had fortified their position inside a fortress-chapel before they had been overrun by the warp-powered marines. Unwilling to destroy a sacred structure, least they incur the wrath of their Primarch, the Word Bearers prepared for a drawn out siege.<br/><br/>Inside the chapel the spirits were raced high, the adrenaline pumping away any impure thoughts of defeat of the unexpected victory. Though as silence came upon the survivors, the severity of the situation set itself firmly in their hearts, causing fear and confusion to spread amongst the ranks. Seeing the situation starting to crumble Sebastian tried to again speak of the God-Emperor's love, asking for a sign, desperate to validate his followers faith in him and his in the Emperor. As the air itself seemed to be torn asunder by crackling energy, there was a moment of hope before daemonic creatures began to appear. As they rampaged through the congregation, Sebastian was spared, but not ignored as the daemons taunted him with each death of his friends.<br/><br/>Captured and brought before one of the Dark Apostles, Azkyr the Woebringer, Sebastian tried to measure against the imposing figure but stood humbled within the giant's shadow though not broken. Seeing the defiance still burning in the child’s eyes, Azkyr was unsatisfied by his continued resistance and wanted to see Sebastian prostating himself before his dark gods before killing him and brought him into his sanctum for a more personal touch.<br/><br/>Putting a quill in the child’s hand, Azkyr directed him to the Book of Lorgar and ordered him to copy-pasta the contents into a new volume. Testing the limits of Sebastians physical and spiritual perseverance as he faithfully copied each word onto the page for days at a time, learning early that mistakes were heavily punished. Isolated from everything else, the words soon echoed in his mind during sleep and consumed his life during his waking hours. He grew a perverse attachment to the book, a sense of accomplishment as he was praised after each volume he completed. <br/><br/>Sebastian found himself asking a question about the meaning of a passage within the book, not understanding the hostility shown against the God-Emperor or the Imperium. Expecting to be reprimanded, he instead found a willing voice in Azkyr, who listened attentively before responding and easing his concerns. Surprised, but emboldened Sebastian continued to ask and even attempt to retort Azkyr’s comments, which were met with the same patience and well articulated arguments as before. Feeling a twinge of guilt and shame as he continued in his defiance despite being unable to argue against it, he fell silent.<br/><br/>Increasingly distressed at his inability to defend the God-Emperor, he felt himself doubting. Taking advantage of the momentary weakness, Azkyr offered to help to improve his arguments, Sebastian, desperate to hold on to his faith by any means, accepted. He progressed quickly, learning several techniques to subtly manipulate and convince the hearts of man under the Apostle’s tutelage.<br/><br/>During one of his lessons, a shaken man wearing ornate robes and symbols stumbled into the sanctum. Feeling an instinctual flush of anger at the interuption, only magnified as Azkyr identified the person as a Priest of the Adeptus Ministorum. Staring at the crumpled man before him in disbelief, denying he could ever be a holy man, earning Sebastian an outburst from the priest in protest. Recoiling and feeling hurt from the accusations of heresy, Sebastian tried to defend himself but was silenced by Azkyr’s raised hand. He explained the purpose of the lesson as a way to test Sebastian’s progress. Tasking his pupil to argue against the Emperor against a priest, to ensure fairness and a chance to learn and understand his own faith better.<br/><br/>Agreeing, which caused further insults to be shouted from the priest, Sebastian tried to form his opening arguments. A chill grew down his spine as he saw the priest only meet him with another set of curses and promises of damnation, and Sebastian looked toward Azkyr for support but saw only silent amusement play across the Apostle’s eyes. The priest noticing the distracted child launched himself towards Sebastian in a surge of strength, overwhelming him. Seeing the rage and gleeful expression on the priest as Sebastian struggled against him, he felt truly lost. Calling out to the God-Emperor to save him with a gasping, broken voice, but chocking on the words as they rang hollow and untrue. Teary-eyed as he could no longer hold on to his faith, Sebastian glared at the priest with seething hatred as if he had betrayed him.<br/><br/>TBC<br/><br/>Cliffnotes: Training montage, 12th Crusade, Infiltration, Ritual, Hunting Eldar, Daemonpossession<br/></div></div>