Gash kneeled next to Viyang. "Where are you hurt?" She asked, still monotone and trying to suppress her anger.
We Are Our Avatars XI (Open)
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Dalahars body slowly shifts back into its normal shape and size as well as the armour repairing and receding. It's raga and anger are abruptly ended by a mix of his opponents abilities and like of coordination on his part.
The daemon slumbes now but Dalahar is in the process of recovering his space
Marine constitution locking him in a form of stasis to preserve lofe functions.
The daemon slumbes now but Dalahar is in the process of recovering his space
Marine constitution locking him in a form of stasis to preserve lofe functions.
Updated character sheet
Dalahar Tresh, known as the Siege Breaker, was a former consul in the Word Beaers legion. Specialising in siege and void warfare his position in battles and their brutal nature made him cold man, on the battlefield some said he felt nothing.
Appearance wise his head is shaven and has colchisian runes tattooed on one side. His face is battered and scarred archer centuries of war but had he not been an astartes he would have been handsome at some point. The armour he wears is mk IV maximus power armour, forged expertly and until recently decorated with finery and seals. The armour is red with a silver trim. The face plate of the helmet is silver however and odd areas of decoration are solid brass and gold. As a Gal Vorbak he can become possessed by the entity within him, warping his body into a monstrous shape that follows no reason or logic.
In the past Dalahar was seen as uncaring and distant, the long years of war pushing him further and further away from any source of content. After his banishment he is dejected and lost. The gene seed of the Word Bearers still influences his personality in that his belief and will are unshakable as his hunger for a cause which he can believe in. The idea of independence doesn't appear to him yet. Space marines being designed to work in squads. Surprisingly Dalahar has a good sense of humour and a bit of levity about him to those he has been close to. His outward appearance a facade and example to men under his command, how he believes all should countenance themselves in battle. At present he is unstable in his mental state, not wishing to return but can't see what purpose may lie for him here but there may be something now.
Proficient in brawling and using his strength he isn't an honourable duellist like other marines. Preferring to use a dagger pair, coupled with his speed and strength to be a fighter who gets
To grips with his enemies. For ranged combat he has several grenades of two types, the anti infantry frag and the anti armour krak. He has an archaic volkite charger as a primary weapon. Closes comparison it is more like a carbine than a Bolter, having no stock and being stubby. It fires rays of superheat the deflagrate the targets it hits, causing them combust explosively. All his enhanced strength is augmented by his power armour leading to a brutal and cunning fighter. He is no fool and quiet observant, being a consul of his legion. Word Bearers tactics rely on unrelenting assault and overwhelming however this mind set has been tapered by his time in the Alpha Legion where he learned the subtlety of war. He knows when to strike and when to fold. Currently has little control over his daemon half, leaving the ability quiet useless as it is pure animal instinct without any logic or tact to taper it. Transformed he is still horrendously strong and monstrously
Dangerous.
His size can be seen as a weakness, as can his weight. His is neither inconspicuous nor quiet. He has little skill outside of combat or combat related abilities aside from an studious mind and a slightly above average level of public speaking. All word bearers were trained to do just that, bear the word of truth wherever they fought. No long range weapons, limiting his reach in combat. His mental state
Is far from ideal at the moment. Space marines need combat to calm them for if they were to dwell on or question their actions they would surely go mad. He wrestles internally with guilt, shame, purposeless, futility and the beast within him. His armour is formidable but anything that can pierce it removes a great deal of his advantages in combat.
He is hugely heavy, even more so when transformed and so will fall through many flimsy structures, sink in bodies of water etc.
Deep down he has a desire to find a worthy cause and take up arms, to focus his mind and find a truth he can believe in.
Appearance wise his head is shaven and has colchisian runes tattooed on one side. His face is battered and scarred archer centuries of war but had he not been an astartes he would have been handsome at some point. The armour he wears is mk IV maximus power armour, forged expertly and until recently decorated with finery and seals. The armour is red with a silver trim. The face plate of the helmet is silver however and odd areas of decoration are solid brass and gold. As a Gal Vorbak he can become possessed by the entity within him, warping his body into a monstrous shape that follows no reason or logic.
In the past Dalahar was seen as uncaring and distant, the long years of war pushing him further and further away from any source of content. After his banishment he is dejected and lost. The gene seed of the Word Bearers still influences his personality in that his belief and will are unshakable as his hunger for a cause which he can believe in. The idea of independence doesn't appear to him yet. Space marines being designed to work in squads. Surprisingly Dalahar has a good sense of humour and a bit of levity about him to those he has been close to. His outward appearance a facade and example to men under his command, how he believes all should countenance themselves in battle. At present he is unstable in his mental state, not wishing to return but can't see what purpose may lie for him here but there may be something now.
Proficient in brawling and using his strength he isn't an honourable duellist like other marines. Preferring to use a dagger pair, coupled with his speed and strength to be a fighter who gets
To grips with his enemies. For ranged combat he has several grenades of two types, the anti infantry frag and the anti armour krak. He has an archaic volkite charger as a primary weapon. Closes comparison it is more like a carbine than a Bolter, having no stock and being stubby. It fires rays of superheat the deflagrate the targets it hits, causing them combust explosively. All his enhanced strength is augmented by his power armour leading to a brutal and cunning fighter. He is no fool and quiet observant, being a consul of his legion. Word Bearers tactics rely on unrelenting assault and overwhelming however this mind set has been tapered by his time in the Alpha Legion where he learned the subtlety of war. He knows when to strike and when to fold. Currently has little control over his daemon half, leaving the ability quiet useless as it is pure animal instinct without any logic or tact to taper it. Transformed he is still horrendously strong and monstrously
Dangerous.
His size can be seen as a weakness, as can his weight. His is neither inconspicuous nor quiet. He has little skill outside of combat or combat related abilities aside from an studious mind and a slightly above average level of public speaking. All word bearers were trained to do just that, bear the word of truth wherever they fought. No long range weapons, limiting his reach in combat. His mental state
Is far from ideal at the moment. Space marines need combat to calm them for if they were to dwell on or question their actions they would surely go mad. He wrestles internally with guilt, shame, purposeless, futility and the beast within him. His armour is formidable but anything that can pierce it removes a great deal of his advantages in combat.
He is hugely heavy, even more so when transformed and so will fall through many flimsy structures, sink in bodies of water etc.
Deep down he has a desire to find a worthy cause and take up arms, to focus his mind and find a truth he can believe in.
"He seems to have gone feral." Anik stated, like it was a pretty normal thing that happened. "If he wakes up, we need to ask him how to prevent that from happening again, or if he needs to be imprisoned somewhere."
She then sniffed, and smelled Miia's injuries. As Viyang already got treatment, Anik got close to Miia and started softly feeling her wounds, stopping when Miia signaled that it hurt her. "Let's see how badly you are hurt." Anik said. "Maybe we can just get some bandages."
She then sniffed, and smelled Miia's injuries. As Viyang already got treatment, Anik got close to Miia and started softly feeling her wounds, stopping when Miia signaled that it hurt her. "Let's see how badly you are hurt." Anik said. "Maybe we can just get some bandages."
Dalahar stirs with a groan. "Damn it" he managed to say. Everything feels heavy and even he is exhausted. You are the one who is pathetic creature, all that power means nothing without the pair of us coordinating, you'll never have control of me. You can start your penance now, by swearing an oath with me to these people. To right our wrongs. That is our crusade. That is my offer. That is my purpose. I choose to believe that these people who put you down have some great purpose and I will defer to them, out of humility and respect. You have to understand we are so far away from all that used to matter, help me creature, help me and we can find a purpose together
He hadn't the energy to stand and just lay there in silence.
He hadn't the energy to stand and just lay there in silence.
[color=663399]"My back."[/color] Viyang replied, turning to face away from Gash, so she could heal Viyang's injuries.
With laboured breaths Dalahar rises to his knees, clutching the Anathame in his left hand, the blade still burning inside him.
He wrenched the blade free with a grunt, still hazy and looked around. "What have we done?" He murmured. Sheathing the Anathame he found he could remove his helmet once more,
With a click and a hiss it comes free. Dalahar gasps for the taste unfiltered air as he rises to his
Feet proper, helmet held at his side.
He wrenched the blade free with a grunt, still hazy and looked around. "What have we done?" He murmured. Sheathing the Anathame he found he could remove his helmet once more,
With a click and a hiss it comes free. Dalahar gasps for the taste unfiltered air as he rises to his
Feet proper, helmet held at his side.
"That is unfortunate" he said. "I should have mentioned that earlier,I thought I could control it and I had no idea that it was the anointed time." His tone was solemn. "I hope no one is badly hurt. I guess forgivess is out the question. I should be in cage"
Dalahar sighed. "I'm Gal Vorbak, it means blessed sons." He began. "39 years ago my chapter, the serrated Suns, ventured into the warp to find the truth of the Galaxy." He looked at Anik. "We stares into the abyss and it stared back." He xontinued "we fed on eachother to survive the 9 months journey out of the warp, are bodies changed, forged some purpose, an anointed time to be prepared for." He explained.
"Put simply, I am possessed"
"Put simply, I am possessed"
Viyang glanced over her shoulder at Dalahar, upon hearing his voice, and said, [color=663399]"I would think of a new name if I were you. I don't see how turning into a Pahana Vatra is any kind of blessing."[/color]
"I agree." Dalahar said, about to place his helmet back on. "Where I come from I'm living proof that creatures dwell in the warp, that the truth of it was that gods existed." He placed the helmet on his head "Hear I'm just ammunition for those anti-interdimensiknals and a liability until I can find purpose to drive the daemon." He noticed that Viyang was hurt from his rampage. "I'm sorry, I did all I could to stay it's hand but an apology isn't enough" he begins walking towards Viyang before stopping and placing himself of both knees. "If you think it best, take the Anathame and repeat my name to it. I will not survive in this state." He bowed his head. "I pledge my life to those I endangered, do with it what you wish"
Gash drew a small knife from the same place she had the statue. She then took of her gauntlets, revealing that her hands were completely covered in scars. She made a small cut on her finger, just enough to draw blood, and let a drop fall on the statue. Without asking, she held Viyang's hand out and did the same to her.
Now that the ritual was prepared, she began to speak the magic words. "Alright you fucking blood god, there's your offering. Now undo the injuries to this *****'s back so she'll stop whining."
Surprisingly, it worked. But rather than heal gradually, Viyang's injuries were gone in an instant. Gash stood up and looked around.
Now that the ritual was prepared, she "Anyone else?"
Now that the ritual was prepared, she began to speak the magic words. "Alright you fucking blood god, there's your offering. Now undo the injuries to this *****'s back so she'll stop whining."
Surprisingly, it worked. But rather than heal gradually, Viyang's injuries were gone in an instant. Gash stood up and looked around.
Now that the ritual was prepared, she "Anyone else?"
[color=663399]"I'm not going to execute you, unless this situation worsens."[/color] Viyang said, not caring about Gash taking her blood. However, Gash's comments caused Viyang's eyes to spark and glow, and she turned around. [color=663399]"If you weren't such an idiot, I wouldn't have even been injured. If your foolishness, or cowardice, or whatever that was, gets anyone else hurt, I'll beat some sense into you. Understand?"[/color] she hissed.
Shana paced herself towards the group surrounding Dalahar Tresh. She was able to pick up most of what he was saying.
When she arrived she spoke up.
"I am not sure that I quite understand everything since there's no such thing as possession by a demon where I come from. But I know that there are people like my own who have gone feral and wish death on others, only to return back to a more civilized state. Even if they don't fully heal. Through days of meditation, bio-feedback, and relaxing can they find inner peace. Maybe you could find some equivalent."
When she arrived she spoke up.
"I am not sure that I quite understand everything since there's no such thing as possession by a demon where I come from. But I know that there are people like my own who have gone feral and wish death on others, only to return back to a more civilized state. Even if they don't fully heal. Through days of meditation, bio-feedback, and relaxing can they find inner peace. Maybe you could find some equivalent."
"Then I swear myself to this. Oathed to this moment with you all to witness." He said "I'll forge myself with this purpose, to owe my life. It should sate the beast and provide us both with a purpose." He rose after he finished speaking, having not been sworn to a moment for so long. "I will try Shana"
He said. "I will try"
He said. "I will try"
Gash turned and stared down Viyang. "The words you're looking for are 'honor' or 'fairness'. If all of you just did what I said, nobody would have been hurt."