<strong>Name:</strong>Arcturus<br/><strong>Archtype:</strong>Sorcerer<br/><br/><strong>Wounds:</strong>17<br/><strong>Corruption:</strong>5<br/><strong>Psychic Strength:</strong>Bound<br/><strong>Alignment:</strong>Unaligned<br/><br/><strong>Pride:</strong>Grace (+5 Ag, -5BS)<br/><strong>Disgraces:</strong>Greed (+4 Corruption, -10 to Commerce Checks)<br/><strong>Motivation:</strong>Ascendancy (+5 WP, -2 Wounds)<br/><br/><strong>XP to Spend:</strong>50<br/><strong>XP Spent:</strong>450<br/><br/><strong>WS:</strong>45<br/><strong>BS:</strong>35<br/><strong>S:</strong>60<br/><strong>T:</strong>45<br/><strong>Ag:</strong>55<br/><strong>Int:</strong>40<br/><strong>Per:</strong>40<br/><strong>WP:</strong>45<br/><strong>Fel:</strong>40<br/><br/><strong>Inf:</strong>23<br/><br/><strong>Starting Skills:</strong>Athletics, Awareness, Deception, Common Lore (War), Scholastic Lore (Occult), Forbidden Lore (Adeptus Astartes, Horus Heresy & The Long War, Psykers, Demonology (+10)), Linguistics (Low Gothic), Navigate (Surface), Operate (Surface), Parry, Psyniscience,<br/><strong>Skills:</strong>Dodge<br/><br/><strong>Starting Talents:</strong>Ambidexterous, Bulging Biceps, Legion Weapon Training, Heightened Senses (Hearing, Sight), Nerves of Steel, Quick Draw, Resistance (Cold, Heat, Poisons) Unarmed Warrior, Psy Rating (x2), Meditation<br/><strong>Talents:</strong>Ancient Warrior<br/><br/><strong>Traits:</strong>Amphibious, Unnatural Strength (+4), Unnatural Toughness (+4), Psyker<br/><br/><strong>Equipment:</strong>Legionnaire Bolter, Legionnaire Combat Knife, Legion Bolt Pistol, Force Sword, Legion Plasma Gun, Legion Krak Grenades, Bolter Magazines x4<br/><em>Legionnaire Power Armour:</em>Corvus (Mark VI), AP 9, +10 Ag, +20 S<br/>Bring Death From Afar<br/>Helm of Mordicus, AP 7, +5 Auto-senses, +5 BS, +10 Command & +5 Fellowship when dealing with Chaos Marines<br/><em>Sub Systems</em>Recoil Suppression, Auto-Senses, Enhanced Ceramite<br/><br/><strong>Powers:</strong>Thought Sending (pg. 224), Mind Probe (pg 224.), Delude (pg. 223), Mind Over Matter (pg. 225)<br/><br/><strong>Alignment Tracking:</strong>Slaanesh (1),<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong><br/>The Imperial Fists. The<em>Knights</em>of the Imperium of Man. Terra itself is their home and in the ten thousand years since Horus was killed no foe has placed a foot upon the Realm they protect with pride. Three thousand years ago a Terran joined their ranks. His name was Arcturus and he had the touch of the Psyker. His trials were hard and arduous, but he overcame them. No test proved itself his better. The boy became a man on the killing grounds and was forever improved, risen to the status of a Space Marine. But not just a Space Marine, a Son of Dorn. An Imperial Fist.<br/><br/>For two hundred years Librarian Arcturus served with distinction. Countless minions of the foe fell to his blade, his ability to pierce the mind of the foe earned him the respect of his superiors and ire of the enemies of man. Like many of Dorn's First, he was stern. Even when he greatest tactics were unleashed with perfection or the largest of foe fell to his might, he never smiled. Serious in all things. It would not last forever. In the year 481.M37 that now<em>Epistolary</em>Arcturus and a single squad of Imperial Fists were dispatched to join in the defense of a Hive City under siege. The resources at his disposal were next to non-existent. The Imperial Guardsmen he was reinforcing exhausted and without morale but what was provided by the presence of the Imperial Fists. Further reinforcements were unlikely at best. Had Epistolary Arcturus not been on route returning from a campaign assistance and council with their brothers in the Black Templars even they would not be present. It soon became apparent the defense was not a mission they were intended to succeed. Their purpose was to tie up thousands of Heretics and Chaos Marines for as long as possible in the city. Their deaths would buy<em>other</em>Hives time to entrench themselves to buy forces on route time to arrive. Epistolary Arcturus was sent on a mission to die.<br/><br/>If his task was to kill as many foes as he could and tie up the enemy, then it was his duty. A task he would perform with honour and integrity, for his Chapter and the Emperor. Blessed upon his Throne. By day Arcturus slaughtered any foe who would make the mistake of making themselves known to him, each day countless traitors were slain. By night he was visited...by a Daemon. Not just any monstrosity of the Warp, but a Daemonette of Slaanesh. She offered him power and wicked delights, sordid sensations and a knowledge of the Universe. For three months she came to him every night and for three months he sent her fleeing. After three months with over 90% of the Hive City taken by the enemy and looted or destroyed they broke past the last lines. It was a brutal slaughter. Then the unthinkable happened. Reinforcements. The  Adepta Sororitas. They came in hard and fast, with righteous flame they purged vanguard of the enemy and put their commander to the sword. The enemy quickly and were dispatched with ease. Unfortunately Arcturus was the only survivor of the Imperial Fist squad. The Sisters offered him transport to a Chapter Vessel, he accepted. As it would turn out they owed him some gratitude. The Cathedral he has used for his remarkable last stand was their fortress chapel. The Sisters themselves had been at war and returned when their world was under siege. The Imperial Fist defense saved the oldest Cathedral on the planet from destruction or worst, defilement by the enemy. Transport was the least they could do.<br/><br/>It was during travel on the Warp that Arcturus was approached again. This time however would be different. His soul ached having watched his brothers killed in most dishonourable ways, even worst as a master of reading the mind he had<em>felt</em>their mortis cries, his Chapter had dispatched him to die. In his first moment of true weakness after two hundred years of loyal service the daemonette sprung her final attack. Arcturus became a servant of the Dark Gods that day. Corruption spread fast. The Adepta Sororitas were unprepared for the mental whispers from an Epistolary, one they held in reverence no less. All but a single of the<em>fifty</em>sisters fell to Chaos with Arcturus. The rest of the crew that were not servitors were slaughtered. It was not the Dark Gods in general that Arcturus swore to however, it was Slaanesh. The Prince of Excess. With the ship now under control of the Chaos, the route was altered towards the Eye of Terror. Arcturus's first offering to Slaanesh was the corrupted sisters, smiling for the first time in centuries he took part in debaucheries, his offering was their carnal juices and broken maidenheads. Starting with the one that wouldn't turn. She didn't survive the journey.<br/><br/>Since then the Librarian has learned the way of the Sorcerer. For three thousand years he has offered his skills as a master of the warp and a siege expert in exchange for power, favours and resources. He would not be a mere Sorcerer, he would be a true Sorcerer King. After three thousand years Arcturus finally has a world of his own within the Eye of Terror. A barren, empty waste of a planet. So he moves, to gather resources and forces from the galaxy. For he is Arcturus, Sorcerer King and Loyal Servant of the Prince of Pleasure. Who can resist what he can offer?<br/>