Apostate named Neovald d'Spaude Octarius
Pride: Beauty
Disgrace: Deceit
Motivation: Arcane

WS: 30
BS: 30
S: 27
T: 40
AG: 30
Int: 42
Per: 31
WP: 41
Fel: 51
Inf: 27

Skills:
Awareness, Charm +10, Command +10, CL: Screaming Vortex, Imperial Creed, Ecclesiarchy, Deceive, Dodge, FL: The Warp, Heresy, Daemonology, Inquiry, Intimidate, Linguistics: low Gothic, SL: Imperial Creed, Occult, Philosophy, Stealth, Trade: Linguist

Traits/Talents:
Air of Authority, Hatred: Ecclesiarchy, Peer: Nobility, Total recall, Unshakable Will, Radiant presence, Polyglot, Inspire Wrath, The Quick and the Dead, Weapon training: Las, primary

Gear:
Good Las-pistol, Best Sword, Mesh Combat Cloak, Chaos Undivided Pendant, Unholy Tomes, 2 las-pistol clips

Infamy: 27
Corruption: 4

Chosen named Melanor Lykos
Pride: Fortitude
Disgrace: Hubris
Motivation: Nihilism
Alignement: Unaligned

Stats:
WS: 45
BS: 43 (+5 from advancement included)
S: 69
T: 45
AG: 40
INT: 36
PER: 35
WP: 41
FEL: 36
INF: 22

Skills:
Acrobatics, Awerness, Intimidate, Navigation (surface), Operate (Surface) , Parry +10, Stealth,
Common LoreL:War,
Forbidden Lore: Adeptus Astartes, The Horus Heresy, The long war
Lingusiticcs: Low Gothic

Talents/Traits:
CSM: Ambidextrous, Bulging Biceps, Legion Weapon Training, Heightened Senses( Hearing, Sight), Nerves of Steel, Quick Draw, Resistance( Cold, Heat, Poisons), Unarmend Warrior, Amphibious, Unnatural Strength(+4), Unnatural Toughness (+4)
Other: Lightning Reflexes, Rapid Reload, Cold Killer, Disarm, Sure Strike, Ancient Warrior

Gear:
Common Legion Power Armour with chain loinguard (Sub-Systems: Auto-senses, Osmotic Gill Life System, Sustainable Power Source), Common Legion Bolter (4 clips), Common Legion Bolt Pistol (6 clips), Common Legion Chainsword, Common Legion Combat Knife, Best Legion Plasma Pistol with Noxious Discharge (2 Clips), Good Legion Power Sword with Cursed Metal

Gifts of the Gods:
Featureless Face

Infamy: 22,
Corruption: 10

Roknar wrote:
Since it looks like I'll have to post the stats here I figured I'd finish the marine first and post both, hence the silence.
But looking at the weapon downgrades made me think of something.

How would you treat a weapon with noxious discharge (p.171) ? I imagine the smoke would make it harder for subsequent shots (from the csm) to hit, but how would you treat the smoke cloud for npcs shooting at the csm? Seeing as how its only a small cloud surrounding him, I would think that they don't suffer the same penalties? Except maybe when firing called shots?

I thought it might be useful when charging into melee on a pistol?

Also, on a different note, I'm wondering how much ammo I can get for a new weapon and if that takes up one of my starting equipment aquisitions?
Like, say, I want to buy a flamer. That would be one of the 2 available acquisitions at start. But Just buying it means I have no ammo right? Gettnig the high grade promethium would be a separate acquisition, but what about just standard promethium?
In the paragraph it says I don't need to make a test for basic ammo, but does this apply for character creation too? And if so, how much would be reasonable? Being a space marine they can literally carry a ton in game terms and the chosen already starts with 4 clips of bolter rounds and 6 pistol clips, so I reckon 4 would be a good number?

Noxious discharge, in the case of being harder to hit, would only work if you fired a lot of shots in a short time (such as the full auto fire). Again, you'd have to be expend a lot of ammunition to get negative modifiers against you and someone firing at you.

I would say flamer ammo comes with the flamer when you acquisition it. Reasonably, I would say 1d5-1 extra clips would come with the weapon, however you would have to roll a separate acquisition test for getting high grade promethium.

Neovald d'Spaude Octarius

Apostate
Pride: Beauty
Disgrace: Deceit
Motivation: Arcane

WS: 30
BS: 30
S: 27
T: 40
AG: 30
Int: 42
Per: 31
WP: 41
Fel: 51
Inf: 27

Skills:
Awareness, Charm +10, Command +10, CL: Screaming Vortex, Imperial Creed, Ecclesiarchy, Deceive, Dodge, FL: The Warp, Heresy, Daemonology, Inquiry, Intimidate, Linguistics: low Gothic, SL: Imperial Creed, Occult, Philosophy, Stealth, Trade: Linguist

Traits/Talents:
Air of Authority, Hatred: Ecclesiarchy, Peer: Nobility, Total recall, Unshakable Will, Radiant presence, Polyglot, Inspire Wrath, The Quick and the Dead, Weapon training: Las, primary

Gear:
Good Las-pistol, Best Sword, Mesh Combat Cloak, Chaos Undivided Pendant, Unholy Tomes, 2 las-pistol clips

Infamy: 27
Corruption: 4

Neovald d’Spaude Octarius

The name should cause thousands of minds to burn in obscene terror and impotent rage, but it does not. For Neovald remains nameless to the vast bulk of the Imperium of man, a place where he would like to stay…. For now.

Neovald was the illegitimate son of minor noble house on some semi-fuedal, nominally Imperial backwater world on the Eastern Fringe. As such, he would stand to inherit nothing of his father’s estates since he was a bastard child. However, that would not stop his father from having the boy educated in the proper manner for one of his rank. It is one thing that Neovald would thank his father for.

As the illegitimate son, Neovald knew that once his father passed, he would have nothing. It was only his father’s largess that kept him in the halls of learning and a seat at the noble table. During his studies, the Ecclesiarchy priests singled out Neovald for torment and punishment as his birth was considered an affront to the chaste tenants of St. Augustine and the Emperor. Even today, his back still bears the scars from the drill abbots’ and priests’ penitent whips. In addition, his purebred betters constantly mocked and ridiculed the young man. Their pranks ran from merciless verbal taunts, to physical abuse.

Neovald was forever an outsider. It is little wonder that the young man buried himself in the schola library and ecclessiarchy’s dusty vaults. It was here that the young man began to realize that just beyond the realms of his world there was something much greater for him. He aspired to the stars and escape. The more he asked questions, the more he was punished by his peers and teachers.

One day, the inevitable happened and his father passed away. He was banished from his father’s former lands by his older brother. Neovald left with little more than a few tomes, and the sword at his side. He became a close personal friend of hunger, want, and desire. Despite his meagre lifestyle, he continued to seek out that beyond his world. It was in his wanderings that he heard of the Witch.

He sought her out. At first, she rejected him like all the others. However, his persistence paid off and she eventually let the pathetic creature into her circle of trust. At her foot, he learned of the greater realms beyond the world he knew. His eyes were opened by this outcast hermit. He witnessed her abilities and learned at her feet.

After a decade in the wilderness, Neovald returned to his father’s old lands. They were much as they had been when he left. Such was the stagnation of the rule of the God-Emperor of Mankind. Knowing he was unwelcome, Neovald began to apprentice with local Ecclesiarchy. His lay devotion was rewarded as he was moved through the ranks of the altar-brothers. Soon, he was dispensing the sacred wine that represented the Emperor’s blood sacrifice to protect all humanity. It was this position that allowed him his long-awaited victory. He poisoned the sacred wine with a concoction he had devised from the ol witch, and hand delivered it to his unsuspecting siblings.

Within a week, all the loyal servants of his father’s former kingdom were dead, slain by his poisoners hand. In a symbol of his own victory, he ascended to the throne of his Father’s land, reclaimed his rightful name and title and sat upon the throne of his corpse kingdom. It was grim parody of the God-Emperor himself. Instead of a corpse-god reigning over a kingdom of life, he was a living god ruling over a kingdom of death.

Soon after, he was forced to flee as neighboring kingdoms began to understand what had happened. The Priesthood pursued him across the land, and Neovald staid one step ahead of his pursuers. He survived on his charm and wit. Of course, the horizons of his world allowed him to only flee so far.

However, Neovald had managed to find avoid his pursuers long enough. For the grim tale of his vengeance had found ears amused by it telling. As Neovald was run to ground and had no further place to go, his salvation came burning from the heavens. At first the priest and holy mob were convinced it was sign of their righteousness. They were to find out their error, as the burning comet rained fire and death down upon them. The mob was consumed.

The burning bolt came to earth near Neovald, who sat bowing in reverence to this power of destruction beyond his imagination. From above him, he heard the voice of his new lord, a new savior. It was metallic and harsh, and it spoke simply.

“Neovald d’Spaude Octarius. Come with me if you wish to live.”

From that day forward, Neovald had been pledged to the Dark Gods and their mortal champions. He found that the wonders the old Witch had taught him were but a glimpse of the larger world. From there, his new masters showed Neovald a new galaxy to explore, secrets to be unlocked, and that the wicked Ecclesiarchy and their false words were sown across countless worlds .

In his heart, he wanted to make the galaxy burn over the false words of the priests of the God-emperor. He wanted nothing more than to uncover the works and creations that were claimed forbidden by his enemies and expose their righteous eyes to the truth! The God-Emperor was nothing but a corpse on a false throne who cared nothing for their suffering. He would show them and take joyous glee in their despairing moment of revelation. Neovald was the living god among a kingdom of the dead.

Melanos fought along side Abaddon back during the days of the great crusade as a Tactical marine and assault marine and later during the Horus Heresy was eager to join the ranks of the Warmasters Ravagers. War is all he ever saw, all he ever knew. And he got his fair share of it. He was well respected by his peers, for he possessed an impressive physique and skill that somehow allowed him to fight for extended periods of time with seemingly little effort. Healing from injuries faster than most. Which in turn allowed him to see more time in the field than you would expect from your "average" marine. This allowed him to ride above his fellow soldiers rather quickly... at least until they were forced to retreat into the warp.

For time flows differently in the warp, and for his comrades in arms it flowed significantly slower. Suddenly he found himself on the short end of the stick, but no less proud for it. He would not stand for being weaker. Times had changed and now he faced enemies old and new. The face of war had changed, but it was war none the less.
A few Black crusades later and he found himself once more among the ranks of those called Chosen. Stronger than he ever was and yet, due his shorter exposure to the corrupting effects of the warp, he did not notice how pride turned into hubris over time. This caused him to take on a bet among his fellow warriors that he would surely loose. Ever driven to prove himself, he took on a coven of witches dedicated to the lord of change....alone. He had always naught but contempt for those puny mortals. What harm could some fledgling sorcerors possibly cause against all his might? Though at first surprised that Melanos made it out in one piece, that soon changed into mockery as he removed his helmet to boast of the deed.

For he could not. One of them had taken his face. He put his pride, his body, on the line and lost! Melanos, however, was intrigued by this. How could he still be alive? Much less able to fight even longer than before, requiring no sustenance at all. He was used to fighting gods. How could such weaklings have such an effect on a warrior of his stature? And so he became curious, if he had been missing out on something. Venturing into the Screaming Vortex to find foes unknown to him, battles that he had not fought a hundred times over. Maybe those humans have some fight in them after all.