About VittorePart One- By the Blood on the Sand:
It is said that the bonds of brotherhood run deep and strong within the ranks of the almighty Adeptus Astartes. This is a tenet that Battle-Brother Vittore has known since his ascension, and one whose truth he still feels deep within his body. Vittore was born to a tribe of hunter-gatherers on Baal Primus, the fist of two moons that revolves around Baal, the planet that houses the Fortress-Monastery of the Blood Angels chapter. As the son of the chief and his wife, Vittore -whose name means "Victory" in a forgotten Terran tongue- quickly proved as proficient with combat and warfare as his father, becoming the pride of his tribe and enjoying the camaraderie of his kinsmen in the hunts to provide for the tribe. But it was not to last. When it had come time for the Blood Angels journey to the moons and uplift the mortals into Astartes, Vittore and all other eligible aspirants from his tribe were to make the journey on their own as a sign of maturity and independence. Headstrong, they set off, excitedly making the several-days journey to be judged by the Emperor's Angels, but throwing caution to the wind in favor of presenting themselves first to the Astartes. Baal Primus is of a harsh climate of shifting sands and hidden predators underneath its sands. Thus, it was too late for the proud aspirants to notice that they were being tracked by a pod of sand sharks, one of the moon's deadliest predators. If they had not been arrogant enough to ignore basic survival techniques, they would have been prepared for what was to come. But who knows such things? The galaxy does not deal in "what ifs?" or "maybes", after all. The monsters came upon Vittore and his kin when they were only half-a-day from the arena as the boys rested under a rocky crag. What was briefly a sanctuary from the desert cold became a bloodbath, as Vittore awoke to the sounds of screaming and death. The sight of the monsters savaging his kin brought his blood to a furious rage. Screaming incoherently, he picked up his spear and moved to stand against the beasts and protect what little family he had left. But despite the ferocity of his attacks and the prowess of his skills, he could not protect them all. By the time he drove a broken spear into the last sand shark's eye, all of his kin lay strewn about the desert in various forms of painful death. It was with a heavy and sorrowful heart that he began the task of burying his tribesmen. It was only when he had finished the arduous task that he realized that he was. Who would come to intern him into the sands of his home planet? He could not go back to his tribe, for the journey was too long and he would return in shame. In his grief and delirium, he decided that he would spend the last dregs of his life to finish the journey to the place of judgment and ask for someone to bury him before he died. Thus, it was a shock to the Astartes and other aspirants to watch as Vittore stumbled into the arena in the midst of the trials, half-dead and bloody. Veteran Sergeant Enzo, the overseer of the trials, was quick to respond, sprinting towards the youth and catching him before he hit the sand. Before Vittore lost consciousness due to dehydration and blood loss, he quietly asked with a faint breath to be buried under the mesa where his kin lay and finally join them in eternal rest. Sergeant Enzo left the Vittore in the hands of a nearby Sanguinary Preist while he went to investigate from where the youth came from. Within a few minutes, he had retraced Vittore’s steps all the way to the bloodstained mesa where the Blood Angel beheld eight graves, marked only by broken spears, where the corpses of sand sharks stood in silent vigil over the bloody sand. The Space Marine was able to deduce what had happened with all his years of experience. Moved by the sight and the youth's humble request to be buried alongside his brothers, Enzo returned to the arena and moved to sponsor Vittore's entrance into the Blood Angels. When asked by his comrades as to why he would personally select a near-dead scavenger, he would respond with 'Because the Angel told me to.' On Baal, Vittore regained consciousness in the Apothecarion, where a bemused Enzo sat next to his bed. In a gentle but firm tone, the Veteran Sergeant told the youth that his deeds in fighting with his brothers against the monsters were 'enough of a trial', and that he was now a Neophyte of the Blood Angels. 'But why?' he asked, confused and distressed, 'I had failed my kinsmen. I let them die. I never-' 'Enough,' the voice of the Veteran rumbled. 'Do not insult me by suggesting that I erred in my judgement. You stood against the sand sharks with your brethren and never faltered in the face of the enemy. They may have died, but you survived to slay the beasts and avenge them all. That in itself is one of the core beliefs of the Codex Astartes, that union between brothers, be it biological or through combat that transcends death itself. 'You were meant to survive,' Enzo continued with zeal entering his voice, 'And the Angel damn me if you weren't meant to join our ranks as a Battle-Brother of the Blood Angels, the Sons of Sanguinus. Should you pass further tests, you will be ascended to the ranks of the Astartes and fight the Emperor's enemies across the galaxy with your Battle-Brothers...' Vittore listened to these words with wide eyes and felt something in him stir, a buried emotion that was roaring to the surface. It was relief, relief that he had not failed his tribe and shamed the dead spirits of his kin. But with that relief came a burning fire, a fire that could only be quenched in the throes of battle alongside his brothers in blood. In that instant, he knew what he was to become. And he accepted. On that day, he swore by the blood on the sand that no more would he let a brother fall if there was nothing he could do about it. It was inevitable that casualties would be suffered in war, but damn him if he wouldn't try his hardest to prevent them from happening. Thus was born Battle-Brother Vittore, the Space Marine who values brotherhood and loyalty above all things. (It was pure coincidence that there were eight dead sand sharks and eight dead tribesmen, the number of the blasphemous sigil of the Ruinous Powers, and that Vittore was the ninth and only surviving clan member, the sacred number of the Blood Angels Legion and their Primarch, Sanguinius.)
Part Two: The Bonds of Brotherhood:
Coming Soon! ***** Stats:
Stat Block Weapon Skill: 47 Ballistic Skill: 48 Strength: [4]2 Toughness: [4]6 Agility: [4]3 Intelligence: [4]4 Perception: [4]1 Willpower: [3]8 Fellowship: [4]3 Wounds
Insanity
Battle Fatigue: N/A Primarch's Curse: The Black Rage [Level 0] Movement
Fate Points
Corruption: 0
Offense and Defense:
Armor * Head (1-10): 8 * Right Arm (11-20): 8 * Left Arm (21-30): 8 * Body (31-70): 10 * Right Leg (71-85): 8 * Left Leg (86-100): 8 Weapons
* Astartes Chainsword
* Astartes Power Sword
* Astartes Combat Knife
* Astartes Frak Grenades (3)
* Astartes Krak Grenades (3)
Skills:
* Awareness (Per) [Basic, Trained] * Barter (Fel) [Basic] * Carouse (T) [Basic] * Charm (Fel) [Basic] * Ciphers (Int)
* Climb (Str) [Basic, Trained] * Command (Fel) [Basic] * Common Lore (Int)
* Concealment (Ag) [Basic, Trained] * Contortionist (Ag) [Basic] * Deceive (Fel) [Basic] * Dodge [Basic] * Drive (Ag)
* Evaluate (Int) [Basic] * Forbidden Lore (Int)
* Gamble (Int) [Basic] * Inquiry (Fel) [Basic] * Intimidate (S) [Basic] * Literacy (Int) [Trained] * Logic (Int) [Basic] * Navigation (Int)
* Pilot (Ag)
* Scholastic Lore (Int)
* Scrutiny (Per) [Basic] * Search (Per) [Basic] * Silent Move (Ag) [Basic, Trained] * Speak Language (Int)
* Swim (S) [Basic] * Tactics (Int) [Trained] * Tracking (Int) [Trained]
Talents & Traits:
* Ambidextrous * Astartes Weapon Training * Bulging Biceps * Heightened Senses (Hearing, Sight) * Killing Strike * Nerves of Steel * Quick Draw * Resistance (Psychic Powers) * True Grit * Unarmed Master * Unnatural Strength (x2) * Unnatural Toughness (x2) *****
* Two-Weapon Fighting (Melee) [500 XP] *****
Equipment:
* Astartes Power Armor [Mark VII +Aquila+ Pattern] -Death is Joy: Some warriors are simply made to kill. This armour epitomises that archetype, and though it is of comparatively recent manufacture, numberless foes have learned to fear its countenance. The longer a warrior bears this armour, the more the two become one. As time goes on, bringing a swift end to the enemies of Man is as easy as breathing. Add +2 Damage to any of the wearer’s attacks that do Critical Damage and increase the damage to a Horde’s Magnitude by 1 with any successful attack against a Horde. * Astartes Bolt Pistol [Standard Issue] * Astartes Chainsword [Mark VI +Redemptor+] * Astartes Power Sword * Astartes Frak Grenades (3) * Astartes Krak Grenades (3) * Astartes Combat Knife * Astartes Jump Pack * Repair Cement (1) * Bolt Pistol Magazines (1)
Experience Points & Renown:
XP to Spend: 0 XP Spent: 13,000 Renown: 0 |
