Magnus slid on his gloves and looked into the mirror. The face gazing back at him looked the same and yet he could not recognize it; it belonged to a person he had forgotten long ago. The trials he had faced in Holy Terra were terrible and painful but through them he had been reborn a very different man. Before the ships came he was soft, pampered and comfortable noble who was more than satisfied with petty indulgences and childlike behavior. Now he would act as the holy light of the emperor, illuminating and destroying the darkness of Chaos. He had the blood of a hero in him after all, if living up to his familiar name meant constantly guarding the gateway in his mind, so be it.<br/><br/>He had spent enough time in isolation, he needed to meet his new comrades even if the idea made him uncomfortable.<br/><br/>As he entered the guest lounge he could not help but overhear a comment about bonds and family coming from someone. "I agree, if we are to serve the Emperor then we must do so with the utmost efficiency" he stated in an soft, almost melodic tone.<br/><br/>Systematically he engaged in the social practices his house had instilled him with: Stealthily enter the conversation for dramatic effect, sit down and display the right amount noble haute and aloofness, gracefully acknowledge everyone; the carefully quantified social systems the nobility used bored him to no end. He wore an elaborately adorned and beautifully tailored coat that almost seemed to cling to his fit, athletic frame. Resting on his neck was a skillfully knotted cravat pinned to his shirt with a diamond pin. Underneath his coat could be seen the vest and pants from a suit. They however were much more understated.<br/><br/>Not wishing to startle his comrades with the scaring on his right hand he decided to wear gloves to this occasion. He poured himself a small glass what was on the table. "It is a pleasure to meet all of you. I can see our Inquisitor has an eye for talent." A smile spread across his angular and his green eyes seemed to light up for a moment before his haughtiness returned. His blond hair had been swept back and dueling scar rested over one of his eyes. Like many nobles he was a sight, a manufactured product created to further his houses name.