Knutr Gunhildsson's page

-So, yes, as you say, I bear a woman's name. My father died when I was young, and my mother took care of me. She worked, fought and killed for me, she was mother and father, and thus I took her name, Gunhild.- Knutr was starting to get really serious. He was fed up of trying to defend his name, and of people laughing at him for that. He had thought being a Space Wolf would make things different, that his Brothers in Arms would not question such things, but there was always someone who couldn't keep his mouth shut.

They'd been deployed here on Ictinius IV as a special shock troop, and they weren't expecting much trouble. A small contingent of Orks was gathering, and there were enough Imperial Guards to do the job, so Krom thought it would be a good idea to deploy a squad of Skyclaws as a support, and because "the guys need some action". Also because Gunnar Red Moon had offered to deploy two squads.

Sergeant Sven interrupted. -Cut the bullsh*t. I don't want a fight here, Knutr, you screwed it last ti-

-Sergeant, we've got an incoming transmission.

Sergeant Sven connected the comm for everyone there to hear.

-(static)... I repeat, I'm Capt...(static)...ziel of the Dark Ang...(static)...here to take con...(static)...tuation. Please report any...(long static)

Whispers arose between the young Skyclaws. Dark Angels here! And a Captain, no less!

-What the Hell is going on? What's that situation they're talking about? I don't buy they sent a Captain to deal with a bunch of Orks.

-I don't know,- said Sven -but if there are Sons of the Lion here, we're going to ask them. And then we're going to kick their arse. Now move!

As the young Skyclaws swiftly started to prepare everything for departing, one of them approached Knutr and asked in a whisper. -So you were chosen because your mom could put up a fight?

-I was chosen because the last one who talked sh*t about my mom, I crushed his skull with my own hands and drank his brains, so now I'm double as smart as you all are.

-HAHAHAHA!

-So? What have they said, Sergeant?

Sergeant Sven's face was as serious as it could be. -There are Dark Eldar pirates in the zone. Captain Finraziel and I have talked about the strategy, and we're moving east, about 350 miles, to try to strike their leader as we know. The Dark Angels will split up their forces to defend the priority targets.

Everyone went silent. They were finally going to see action, but not a routine mission as it was planned. Dark Eldars! Striking at their leader!

-About the duel...- the Sergeant continued -It should be me who duelled. But I did it once, years ago, so I thought...

Everyone was expecting and dreaming for what the Sergeant was just going to say.

-Knutr will duel in my place. Knutr, get yourself ready and come with me, no weapons. The rest of you, have everything ready to depart and choose a nice spot from where to watch the duel.

Everyone was disappointed, though they knew better than to show it. Knutr, on the other hand, was full of pride and impatience.

-Sergeant,- he asked, when they were heading to the dueling place -Why did you pick me?

-Because I only have Skyclaws from where to pick, and among the ones I have, you're the best- answered Sven. -And also because I'm fed up with that story of yours about your name. Go there, win, and show your Brothers how wise is to leave you alone. But I'm putting a condition on all that. If you lose, you'll change your name to your father's.

Knutr smiled. -I won't lose.

-This is going bad!- shouted Olaf while using his chainsword to turn a skull into pulp. Blood spilled all over his face. -They're too many!

They'd tried to set an ambush in order to kill the supposed leader of the Dark Eldars, but they'd ended up being ambushed themselves. There was no Dark eldar leader there, as the Sergeant had discovered too late, and they'd been surrounded by an endless amount of Xenoscum, isolated from the core of the defence forces. But the worst of all was the surprise the Eldars had set for them. Thousands of human bodies, piled and fused together to form the mockening statue of a wolf.

-All these corpses... the cruelty...- had said Sven. -They'll pay for this.

-Sergeant, I... I thought the Dark Elders wanted slaves...

-They didn't want those as slaves, son. They wanted us.

Knutr is a blond guy, with long hair and something that he calls a beard. He was quite tough and agile even before turning into a Space Wolf, which allowed him to beat most of his peers in all kinds of competitions. He loves a good laugh and ale, though he will immediately turn serious (and I mean real serious) if his honour or his family's is questioned. Having had to be tested constantly his whole life, he is surely to appreciate anyone who trusts him truly, as did his Brother Olaf (who was also captured in Ictinius IV and no word of him has ever reached Knutr).

Personal Demeanour: Proud
Knutr is always willing to defend his honour (and his mother's). Having no father in a world like Fenris is hard, and he's always been the target of jokes and mockery. He's had to work and fight twice as good and twice as brave to earn respect, both as an ordinary human and as a Space Wolf, and people seem to expect a lot from him, as if he always has to prove himself worthy. Knutr can accept certain insults, but nothing related to his own worth.

Chapter Demeanour: Sons of Russ

OFFENCE
Unarmed Attack: 60% 1d10+12 I Pen 0

Acid Spit: 35% 1d5 Pen 4 Toxic

Lightning Claws: 60% 1d10+18 E Pen 8
-Power Field
-Proven (4) (Minimum die result is 4)

Movement: 7/14/21/42
Initiative: +7

DEFENCE
Parry: 60% (+ Counter Attack)
Dodge: 65%
Total Soak: 8+7=15 Head | 8+10=18 Body | 8+8=16 Rest
Wounds: 23

WS: 60 +6 (30 +20 +10 Adv)
BS: 35 +3 (30 +5)
Str: 70 +12 (30 +10 +10 Adv +Ux2 +20 Armour)
Tou: 40 +8 (30 +10 +Ux2)
Agi: 65 +5 (30 +20 +10 Adv +5 Armour)
Int: 35 +3 (30 +5)
Per: 50 +5 (30 +10 +5 SW +5 Adv)
Wil: 50 +5 (30 +20)
Fel: 35 +3 (30 +5 SW)

Renown: 6

Fate: 5

Insanity:

Corruption:

BASIC
Awareness 50 Per
Carouse 20 Tou/2
Charm 17 Fel/2
Climb 70 Str
Command 17 Fel/2
Concealment 35 Agi-30
Contortionist 32 Agi/2
Deceive 17 Fel/2
Dodge 65 Agi
Evaluate 17 Int/2
Gamble 25 Per/2
Inquiry 17 Fel/2
Intimidate 70 Str
Logic 17 Int/2
Scrutiny 25 Per/2
Search 25 Per/2
Silent Move 35 Agi-30
Swim 35 Str/2

ADVANCED
Cyphers (Chapter Runes) 35 Int
Drive (Ground) 65 Agi
Literacy 35 Int
L: Common (Adeptus Astartes) 35 Int
L: Common (Imperium) 35 Int
L: Common (War) 35 Int
L: Scholastic (Codex Astartes) 35 Int
Navigation (Surface) 35 Int
Pilot (Personal) 65 Agi
Speak (High Gothic) 35 Int
Speak (Low Gothic) 35 Int
Tactics (Assault Doctrine) 35 Int
Tracking 35 Int

TALENTS
All standard for a Space Marine.
Heightened Senses (Smell) +10 to Smell rolls.
Counter Attack After Parry, attack with -20.
Swift Attack When Full Attacking, one weapon attacks twice.
Sure Strike Choose location with dice in either order.
Double Team +10 WS if ganging up, +20 if both have Double Team.
Two-Weapon Wielder (Melee) May swing both weapons at -20

TRAITS
All standard for a Space Marine

Solo Mode: Wolf Senses
While without helmet, reroll Per Tests, Dark Sight.

Special: Wings of Angels (Solo Mode)
Pilot (Personal) Test (+0) to add 20m to movement.
If you charge while doing that, add 1d5 to melee damage.

Squad Mode: Tooth and Nail (Attack)
Free Action | 2 Cohesion | Sustained
All in Support may:
·Reroll grapples
·Add +10 to outnumbering bonuses
·Add +10 to Parry & Dodge vs melee

Squad Mode: Pack Tactics (Defence)
Free Action | 2 Cohesion | Not sustained
Use Reaction when a teammate attacks to distract target. Target cannot Parry or Dodge.

Cohesion:
Oath:

Deed: Ritual Duel Fighter 300 xp
-Rival (Dark Angels)
-Sure Strike
Honourable Mention x2

Power Armour
·A Fury Like Lightning (+5 Agi, +1 Init)
·MK-IV Helmet (+15 Fel vs Space Marines)
Photon Flash Grenade
Astartes Lightning Claws (pair)

·12000: Starting XP
·300: Deed (Ritual Duel)
·200: WS +5
·500: WS +10
·200: Str +5
·200: Double Team
·500: Str +10
·200: Agi +5
·500: Agi +10
·500: Two-Weapon Wielder
·200: Per +5

Spent: 15300
Total: 15450