Name: Darvius<br/><br/>Race: Adept Astartes<br/><br/>Age:290 years(appears to be in his early to mid twenties)<br/><br/>Orientation: Straight<br/><br/>Appearance:  Click Here (http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/mediawiki/images/thumb/5/51/Terminator_Armour.jpg/431px-Terminator_Armour.jpg)<br/>under his armor, his soft brown hair is cut to a military standard. his eyes are a bright emerald, that seem to almost glow in low light and the emptiness of absolute darkness. his skin is a soft pale color, a sign of just how long he has remained under his armor. his powerful build is adorned with scars, though a deep scar running down from his hair line, over his left eye and down to his left jaw bone is a source of great pride, given in his first clash against the Tyranids, by a Warrior.  his body is built like any marine, muslce covered, as well as broad and powerful.<br/><br/>Position on the ship:<br/><br/>Self Appointed Guardian to Captain Avorn, as well as a friend and right hand.<br/><br/>Equipment:<br/><br/><em>Trophies</em><br/>the Skull of a Brood Lord, and  the jaws of a Warrior. a pair of Dark Eldar Helmets, one that of an Incubi, and the other of a Sybarite. the finally trophy is that of a fallen Soul Drinker, the shattered helmet a reminder to himself of the dangers of excess. these normally remain within his chambers, as does a log of his travels and adventures, in short a Librarium of his own. though when being deployed in a diplomatic mission, or simply a shock mission, he will don his many war trophies, to better inspire dread and fear in his foes. though he has a decent collection, he is always on the look for more, if a good opponent rises, he will not hesitate to take its skull, helmet or another part of it to add to his tally.<br/><br/><em>Armor of Redemption</em><br/>a suit of Terminator armor crafted from the remains of fallen Chapter Master Gorgoleon's armor and the remnants of one of the Chapters long forgotten and rare suits of Terminator Armor. the Suit has served Darvius since the end of the first chapter war, protecting him against the forces of Ve'Meth, the deamons of Abraxes, the forces of the Imperium, Dark Eldar , against the foul workings of Teturact and even traitor Soul Drinkers.<br/><br/><em>Litany of Dorn </em><br/>this Assault Cannon is mounted to the wielder's armored wrist, allowing the deadly weapon to integrate with the many support systems of  Darvius's Terminator armor. with such a connection there is no need of a trigger, granting a far better firing control than would be normally achiveable, for his thoughts activate the weapon, allowing for a few shots, or a full salvo.  the weapon has seen service against all manner of foe, having served with Darvius for one hundred years of his service. this aged and perfectly maintained weapon as ended the life of many heretics, xeno and other enemies of the Emperor.<br/><br/><em>Howling Justice</em><br/>this weapon has served with Darvius since his climb to the rank of Brother Sargent.  during his almost three hundred years of life, this weapon has been the bane of traitor and xeno armor alike, the whirling teeth having cut through armor as if it was nothing but paper to a sword. the crackling fist having claimed the life of many foes, from lowly cultists to snarling Tyranid Warriors.<br/><br/><em>Soulletter</em><br/>a massive power axe, this weapon was given to him upon his first squad command, back when he had become a Scout Sargent. this weapon has served with him his entire carreer as a Space Marine. though as of late the weapon has remained secured within its holding area. its smooth, elegant yet brutal shape a work of art as well a deadly tool of war. his current path of cleaning out space hulks, and fighting within tight confines has him leaving the great power weapon back aboard the<em>Void</em>. though he has taken it to battle once or twice, claiming the head of a Broodlord with the blade of his weapon.<br/><br/><em>Reaper's Kiss </em><br/>a Storm Bolter outfitted to carry Hellfire and Vengeance Rounds, though in truth it may fire any of the special issue ammunition, Darvius only has knowledge on creating these as well as standard bolts. this weapon was created upon request for a better support weapon for his Scout Squad, seeing as heavy weapons would only slow the squad down, an assault weapon with the ability to fire an assortment of rounds was needed. back in those day's the weapon had a large choice of rounds to fire, though the preferred choice was the Kraken Bolts. to this day he keeps an eye out for them, though as luck would have it, he has yet to find a single round, as he is deployed for years at a time aboard the<em>Void Bound</em>only reaching port a few times to find the vendors there sadly under supplied, or having just sold their last shipments to one force or another.<br/><br/><em>Note</em>: only two weapons will be used(1 Melee and 1 Shooting), this just allows some tactical flexibility for the character.<br/><br/>Reason for being on the Ship:<br/><br/>as a Soul Drinker, he has no more allies among mankind and refuses to fall to chaos. through the years, he has opened to her,offering his friendship and many skills and abilities to her. though once they found record of Rogal Dorn's signature upon the charters of her family he made it his duty to protect her,for if Rogal Dorn could trust this family then so could Darvius. he shadows and trails the human where ever she may go, her judgments and orders are always supported by the marine. he has shed his fair share of blood over his friend and will do so now without a second thought.<br/><br/>Bio:<br/><br/>"if you wish to leave, then you may do so unharassed..." these words rung in his mind, over and over again, he sat aboard the small craft as the memory of his freedom and his damnation played through his mind again. all those years ago, at the end of the second chapter war, Darvius had left, the honor of his mentor word's worthless, Sarpedon was leading the Chapter towards destruction. so he left, but refused to join the novices that had rebelled, instead he struck out on his own.<br/><br/>he was amazed to find how quickly and easily he could find work within and out of the Imperium of man. his years of training and battlefield experience worth more than he could have imagined. working for Rogue Traders, Nobles, Tyrants, he was even once hired by a Tau force to lead an auxiliary force in rear guard actions. he grew more and more independent minded, thinking for himself, learning about the emotions as a Marine he had always been denied.<br/><br/>though this soon led to a path of excess, and like a drug addict he found himself wanting more and more. the rush of the slaughter, the embrace of a woman, the taste of an exotic prey. though the Emperor must have had an eye on his wayward Marine, for his intervention came, but at a heavy cost. in his moment of greed and self satisfaction he signed up with a renegade force for the first time. for months he fought along side the hiring force, but as time passed by, the more degenerate he became, and within three months he was brutally butchering a small swath of humans. among the carnage he would find a sight that would stop his pair of hearts for a moments, a small girl lay curled to the frame of her dying mother, all the while the mother tried to sooth her offspring. he was reminded of his duty in that moment, he was the Guardian of mankind not its destroyer. turning upon his former allies, he cut them down, leaving none alive and for the next five years he became a wrench in the gears of the force's gears, in truth he single handed brought about their destruction. rallying the locals, slaying generals and fighting in terror tactics, he broke the back of the invaders and gave the local humans a chance to crush their attackers. he had learned an invaluable lesson from his near destruction, to discover oneself, one's desires and satisfaction was not wrong, but to let those urges run your life was to invite disaster and sin into one's soul. though to become ignorant and shut off from these experiences all together would invite decay and a stagnate demise, he has to keep his mind open to the knew and closed to taint, he walks a fine line between truth and heresy, if he was a lesser man he would have caved in. as he is now, he is thriving in this new life, free to do as he sees fit, he no longer serves any other than himself, and the Emperor.<br/><br/>it was only by chance that he had been able to join Captain Avorn, he had been found on a back water world. covered in the gore and injuries of his latest conquest, he presented himself to the Captain, offering his services to her. with this Rogue Trader, he had a chance to escape into the unknown, to learn more of himself, humanity and the other races that seemed to flock to her craft. though as he served with her, it wasn't her "friendly' business interactions, but her spirit that slowly had him warm up to her. it wasn't until a mission going south, with their lines cut off, that Darvius found himself vaulting through masses of foes to get to her position. from that day on he had protected her with his life, following her almost every where. when ever she went to meet another captain, to speak with a local leader, or to explore a Space Hulk he was there with her. he was also an iron fist to her words, any rebelling would be answered without question or thought by the battle hardened veteran.