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Outside of combat he is calm and collected rarely loosing his temper with anyone unless they are deliberately trying to push his buttons. His view towards mankind as a whole is indifferant seeing them as numbers more than actual people not on the same level as an Astarties such as himself. In the field of battle his butchers nails kick in causing him to enter a violent blood rage fitting one of his rank.
Special Skills
- Extreme Pain Resistance,
- Unnatural strength,
- Chainaxe Proficiancy,
- Boltgun
- Plasma Pistol Proficiancy.
Special Abilities
- Acidic Spit,
- Photographic memory,
- Extended lifespan,
- Enhanced Senses,
- Enhanced Muscle Growth,
- Butchers Nails.
History
Backstory
Born to the gladitatorial pits on Bodt Wrathe spent most of his life a warrior of the arena fighting whatever opponent or beast would cross his path. Showing great skill in the art of war and close quarters combat he was taken in by the engineers and given the Butchers Nails implants bringing his battle prowes and fury to a whole new level.
Shortly after this time the World Eaters legion took notice of his activities putting him through the trials and eventually allowing him to go through the process of becoming an astarties, Becoming a member of the 8th Assault company under Kharn the Bloody
From this point on he served the legion with dedication not because of any loyalty to his primarch or captain but out of battle lust, becoming absorbed in the sight of large scale warfare finding it to be somewhat entrancing.