IHateNids wrote:

Name: True name unknown, known as Sandman to his immediate allies, due to his tendancy to crush things into dust.
Age: 270 (Unknown by Terran/Materium timeline)
Equipment and Armour: Artificer Armour, Iron Halo
Weapons: Force Sword, Bolter
Warband: 25 Night Lords
Alignment: Tzeentch
Backstory: Sandman was once a Librarian of the Night Lords, following the Soul Hunter in his quest to avenge Curze. He was almost the only Officer to survive the ambush by the Eldar, alongside a small force of roughly 150 Marines. Sandman escaped with the Echo of Damnation, and has since lead many small hit-and-run attacks into Imperial Space for nothing more than the sheer enjoyment of it, and a large number of attacks with some actual coordination against Imperial Worlds of some Value (Manufactorums etc). He was the one who lead the Night Lords during the massacre of Grendel's World. He was also prone to such antics like those displayed during the Khai-Zhan uprising. Since the dawning of M41, Sandman's hatred of the Imperium has only increased since the days of the heresey and the aimless killings in the centuries after.
Most of the raids on decent tergets have gone a little too well for a force so small, especially since each attack has inflicted a toll on his numbers. After launching a raid on an etreamely High Value target, a world hosting a Titan Manufactorum, Sandman finds the majority of his forces crushed by a Full Company of Imperial Fists, something that shouldnt have even been there.
Bio: Always pissed off about something, but has a very tactical approach to things. Tzeentch/Telekine Psyker. still uses Loyalist-grade equiptment, due to having not 'upgraded' his equiptment with bound Daemonic Essence
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Please ignore the fact it has a Thousnad Sons icon, I couldnt find a decent Night Lord one

 DeathRex wrote:

Name: Rygar
Age: unknown (really can't think of an age)
Equipment and Armour: power Armour,
Weapons: Chaos Heavy Bolter(relic), Bolt Pistol and Chainsword.
Warband: Night Lords
Alignment: Chaos undivided
Bio: one of the few real successful attempts at replenishing the ranks of the night lords post heresy that didn't end in horrible mutations and mental instability. Rygar took to the battlefield, his allegiance to no one ruinous power but his Havoc unit often hired out to various warbands of various gods. Mostly found himself employed by the Red Cosairs where he had spread terror and indulged in his destructive desires. His greatest pleasure being Decimating enemy forces (and on occasion non Night Lord allies) with as much firepower possible. His last employment ending with his unit being abandoned planet side as his 'allies' made a retreat. Managing to escape with the few survivors of his chapter deployed he grew further disgusted with the war bands fueling his indiscriminate destructive tendency.
Personality: silent believing the muzzle of his weapon speaks for him. Cares little for tactics beyond his own capacity to support his allies with a hail of bolter fire. really only cares for the lives of those from his chapter.
Appearance: see picture.

Question, how would someone of my rank (havoc) address a night lord sorcerer? Unsure of any special designation

 blood reaper wrote:
Name: Kain
Age: unknown
Equipment and Armour: Power armour with inbuilt targeting systems, and Signum
Weapons: Twin-linked Auto-cannon, Bolt pistol and Grenade (Smoke and Frag) launcher mounted on his backpack
Warband: Iron Warriors
Alignment: Chaos undivided
Bio: Kain has no sense of brotherhood or loyalty to anything but his weaponry, which has made him an excellent fighter over the years. Roaming the galaxy seeking new technologies to enhance his weapons, armour and his body, Kain has become a well tuned killing machine at range with his trusted Auto-cannon. Few can match his aim in combat, though his sanity and ability to reason have been costed by his quest to advance his weapons.

 black templar wrote:
Name: Deliphas
Age: 480
Equipment and Armour: Power armour with jump pack.
Weapons: Plasma Pistol, Lightning Claw and two krak grenades.
Warband: Night-lords
Alignment: Turning to Slaanesh
Bio: Deliphas has fought the False Emperor ever since he left his old chapter 'Blood Angels' during the Thirteenth Black Crusade, he led his squad into the deepest but after his squad was slaughter after a failed assault against World Eater forces he began to see the false chains of the False Emperor. When his next attack began he turned on his fellow warriors and joined the forces of chaos (The Nightlords) he launch deadly assaults against his former brothers to prove to his new brothers he was a fierce warrior, he led full on assaults and lightning raids draining the Lapdogs but the Imperial Forces pushed them back and claimed victory. Now Deliphas launches raids on any Imperial forces now and normally takes slaves back to trade for different equipment and weapons.
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 Toastedandy wrote:
Name: Bronsk
Age: Unknown
Equipment and Armour: Power armour, Juggernaut,
Weapons: Combi-melta, bolt pistol, Chain glaive
Warband: The Forlorn
Alignment: Khorne
Bio:
Abandoned by the Imperial forces besieging the fortress world of Malodrax, he was captured by Apothecary Aethon of the Twisted Blades and taken off world. After months of grueling torture, Bronsk managed to break the bonds binding him in place, and throttled Aethon. Finding their only Apothecary dead at the hands of a prisoner, The Twisted blades sold Bronsk to a gladiatorial fighting pit on a Daemon World within the Eye of Terror. There he fought for years, struggling to hold onto his sanity and loyalty to the Emperor. At the outbreak of the 13th black crusade, he was sold to Black Legion forces.
He was constantly thrown into the bloodiest breach's and meat grinders, slowly succumbing to Khorne. His freedom came as he boarded the strike crusier "Emperors wrath" of the Imperial fists, the rest of the Imperial fleet was destroyed, and the Legion moved on. Abandoned again, Bronsk united his brethren under his banner, and claimed "Emperors wrath" as his own.
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 The glass ninja wrote:
Name: Cato Luthian
Age: Dates before the Heresy
Equipment and Armour: MK5 Heresy Power armour
Weapons: Combat knife. Articifer bolter
Warband: The Fractured sons (Splinter group of the Sons of Horus/Black legion)
Alignment: unaligned, Renegade.
Bio: During the great crusade, Cato was recruited by the Luna Wolves. He served loyally, fought by the side of his legion and risked his life for his brothers. When the stirrings of the Heresy began, he was there.

He saw his primarch falling from grace. Saw him becoming something else. He still served, his father needed him, no matter what happened. When the Istivaan IV dropsite massacre came around, he realised that his father was going mad, but he still lived and so still had his loyalty. But within his company, there were whispers of desertion from the maddness of both the Imeprium and the legion. Cato mixed into this, learning about the idea.

They would leave and be their own soldiers, fighting when and where they wanted, not controlled by anyone. They wanted to steal a stock of geneseed, and had the plans laid. He managed to convince his brothers to wait, to see if Horus improved.

He didn't. Horus died at the hands of his own father, the emperor. The brothers who wished to leave did so immediatley, taking weapons, armour and supplies with them. Their vessel, the Pallicier. With haste, they fled the imperium and the Traitor legions they had called brother.

What followed was mellinia of building power and skill. Their ranks swelled and they kept the old belifes strong. They took acolytes from various imperial worlds, disguising themselves as loyalists. Eventually, they claimed a world on the fringes of the Imperium for thier own, using piracy to build a greater fleet. Eventually, they began to strike out at both Imperial and Chaos forces, fighting for themselves, plundering equipment and weapons. Some simply went exploring in the universe, fighting where they wanted.

Cato was one such. And he wanted to fight on Aplora.

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 TheRobotLol wrote:

Name: Lurtzion Chronus
Age: Unknown
Equipment and Armour: Power armour.
Weapons: Combat knife, plasma gun, bolt pistol.
Warband: None. (Formerly Ultramarines).
Alignment: Complex.
Bio: Lurtz was one of the Ultramarines, a perfectly normal, run-of-the-mill tactial marine, with the highlight of his years being the honour of bearing a plasma gun. He never thought of it as an honour, the thing had burnt his arm badly over the decades.

Years passed, nothing of interest happened. He fought in many battles, but never did anything considered particularly heroic. An estimated 47 years ago, during a conflict against an above average size Waaagh, Lurtz temporarily had a large chunk of metal lodged in his head.He began to suffer severe hallucinations soon after the battle. Before long, the gaps between the hallucinations shortened to the point of nonexistancy. Now, each of his battle brothers bore the visage of a twisted chaos marine, each shining Aquila was now a vile star of chaos. Worse yet, the opposite was true, the followers of the Dark Gods were now the mighty protectors of Humanity and appeared as loyalists.

Alone amongst a sea of corruption, Lurtz soon escaped off to join his loyal brothers in the eye of terror, a haven for the followers of the Emperor.

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 p_gray99 wrote:

Name: Gray
Age: 24
Equipment and Armour: Scavenged flak armour, part scavenged part homemade forcefield generator (that always cuts out at just the wrong moment)
Weapons: "Modified" combo-autogun-lasgun, electrified combat knife
Warband: 2nd-in-command of a large cultist warband who tag along with any chaos marines that will take them
Alignment: Leaning towards Tzeench
Bio: Gray was born on an agri-world far from anywhere, where there was always a shortage of techpriests and the govenor had commanded that those techpriests that remained tech a few of the brightest students the basics so that the machinary could be cared for with a minimum of trouble. Gray was selected for this training, however found himself being slowly pulled into a cult that taught that the machine spirit was not what the priests claimed it was. At the first opportunity, he managed to stow away on a cargo vessel to one of the larger planets where the majority of this cult resided. Gray was forced to kill some of the guards at the docks when he arrived, and found it surprisingly easy, taking one of their lasguns to simplify things. He soon met with the cult, and quickly rose to a high position due to his abilities in mending and modifying the weapons that the cult was stockpiling and occasionally using. However, despite a tactical mind he never displayed the charisma required for leadership, and found himself in a high position but not rising.
Civil war followed soon after, with the cult displaying its ability to bring down a large sector of one of the hives, though many of its members were killed. Though Gray fought where necessary, he was generally repairing or creating weapons, or else using bombs to damage the hives before anyone could react to it. Soon after the civil war, the forces of Chaos arrived on the planet, and Gray (by now the 2nd-highest ranking in the cult) found himself following their armies, marching to war.
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 Lord Magnus wrote:
Name: Achiaros "Herald of the Plague
Age: unknown
Equipment and Armour: Power Armour, Krak and Frag grenades, minor Psychic abilities, Poisonous insect hive, living on power pack.
Weapons: Toxin soaked Power Sycthe, Bolter with infectious Pestilence rounds (basically poisoned ammunition.)
Warband: Brotherhood of Thorns (Formerly Death Guard)
Alignment: Nurgle
Bio: An ex- Death Guard marine, Achiaros followed his brothers and Primarch when they gave themselves over to Nurgle. In the war on Armageddon, Achiaros heard of the defeat of Mortarion at the hands of Draigo Kalgor. With this, Achiaros felt that the legion had failed Nurgle, and brought dishonor to the Death Guard. He spent long years searching for warband to join, and he found that when the Brotherhood of Thorns could successfully usurp a planet, they would be worth his time. Now he is on Aplora, preparing for the eminent Imperial invasion (more background to be revealed as the story progresses.)
Appearance: Pre-Heresy Death Guard armour, looking like a Death Guard sergeant from before the heresy, with the exception of his power pack, which has large insect hives built into it.

Name: Kal'urek the Entombed
Age: Unknown, Interment after the Iron Cage Incident
Equipment and Armour: Contemptor Pattern Dreadnought Chassis (not full Contemptor since the heresy is over).
Weapons: DCCW w/ Heavy Flamer, and Kheres Assault Cannon
Warband: Iron Warriors
Alignment: Chaos Undivided
Bio:

Having fought through the worst parts of the rebellion against the Emperor, Kal'urek retreated into the Eye of Terror with his Primarch and with the remnants of his brother Legionnaires. It was there that Chaos slowly crept into his mind and his soul. Blindly following his father, Kal'urek fought during the Iron Cage incident. It was there that he brother Astartes once more. The thrill of combat coursed his veins, but this wasn't the blood spilling that the roused the 12th Legion, this was true warfare. The type of war that singes the nostrils with the smell of bolter ammunition exploding against ceramite and tunnel walls. The chilling screams of Astartes dying miles from their ships. Kal'urek killed many Astartes in those three weeks, but there was one that had gotten the better of him to this day. One Astartes that had bested him in fair combat. Better with a gun than a blade, Kal'urek found himself cut off from the rest of his squad, and in a brutal fight with an Imperial Fist, encased in Tactical Dreadnought Armor. For a short while he danced around his slower opponent, taking grazing hits that would have felled a lesser man. Light as they were, the internal bleeding caused by the force slowed his movements and gave an equal footing to his loyalist opponent. Using the tunnels and traps to his advantage, Kal'urek slowly pulled him deeper into a trapped tunnel. If he would not survive this fight, neither would his enemy. Slowly he was pushed backwards until he ran out of tunnel, and with a lunge the Imperial Fist grabbed him with gauntleted fist, and just as he brought back his power fist, the energy rippling in the cavern, Kal'urek knew he would not survive a blow hit the dead man's switch in his gauntlet, collapsing the tunnel on the two of them.

It was several hours before his brothers found him, but the blast had crippled him, crushing arms and legs, burning flesh and singing nerves... But the Imperial Fist had taken most of the blast, the husk of terminator armor covering the withered remains of Kal'urek. He was interred with the sacred rights into one of the last remaining chassis still in control by his legion. Centuries would pass, and as the warlords changed, so too did Kal'urek's allegiences, but faithful he remained to his Iron Warrior Brothers. Dispensing advice as best as he could from his timeless sleep. Preferring to only be used when a battle would necessitate his help.

As one of the few remaining chassis from the Great Crusade, Kal'urek's armor is the cobbled remains of loyalist armor and patterns picked up over the years. The only things that truly remain of the Contemptor Pattern is the left handed claw with flamer, the Kheres Assault Cannon, and a half functioning Atomantic Shield (If he were to be used on the table, assume a 6+ invuln save no matter what instead of the 5+ invuln save vs. shooting).


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Thanks and credit to painter of this awesome Dread

Name: Inquisitor Solistilius
Age: 107
Equipment and Armour: Carapace armour, various unholy tomes and blasphemous iconography
Weapons: Needle pistol, Power sword
Warband: His allegiance is his own
Alignment: Chaos Undivided
Bio: Once, long ago, Solistilius served the Imperium of Man amongst the vaunted, shadowy organisation that is the Inquisition. Although never rising to any great prominence amongst his order, he nonetheless achieved many great feats in defence of the Imperium - none of which will ever be remembered beyond being noted in history books long since sealed away. It is not certainly ascertainable whether there was merely one reason which caused Solistilius to turn traitorous and it is not at all clear whether there was one incident which snapped his mind into the servitude of chaos or if the corruption was slow and subtle. Since his turn to chaos in the late 40th millennium, he has disappeared and resurfaced in later centuries several times, the warp often carrying him far into the future on his travels. Whether the dark path behind him will ever catch up with him is unpredictable, for those he wrongs or leaves dead will most likely fall foul from time, leaving only descendants or very old enemies left to enact revenge, should they even by some chance ever find him.
Appearance: Standing a scrape off six foot, the Inquisitor is possessive of a very stern complexion. His hairless head has a thick-set brow and somewhat sunken eyes. His skin is almost tan in a clearly off-colour shade and his face is marked by several deep scars. His eyes are entirely black and unblinking. His armour is dark and battered and a tattered, discoloured red half-cloak drapes from his left shoulder. At his waist is a scabbard containing his power cutlass and a surprisingly well-maintained holster holds an equally well maintained needle pistol. Chains hang loosely across his chest holding various cursed books and ruinous symbols which dangle lazily yet securely. On his feet are thick, well-worn military boots.

Name: Lord Atlas
Age: pre-heresy 10,000+
Equipment and Armour: Terminatior armour adorned with skulls hanging from chains
Weapons: a double headed chain-axe, and a custom plasma pistol built into vox-grille.
Warband: 6 berzerkers and one terminator.
Alignment: KHORNE
Bio: Fought on the cursed rock of terra with Primarch Angron, as a sergeant, witness to the holy slaughter of his gene-father, and the failure of Horus. After the defeat on Terra, Atlas was captured by an Iron warriors warband and tortured for many years in a dark fortress world, laying near death in his cell Khorne spoke rage into his heart, and Atlas broke free slaughtering his captors and freeing his right hand man, Lorrik. He has sworn himself to the cause of bloodshed and will fight wherever and with whoever provided there is blood to be shed and trophies to be taken. He harbors a deep animosity for Iron warriors and Black Legionnaires.
Appearance: a Giant warrior standing nearly 8 foot tall, with his double headed chain axe to match his height. Ritually scarred head to toe with bronze inlaid his scars. Skulls swing in the breeze like a cloak hanging from chains.