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The Primarchs

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Adeodatus Aquila

The First, Primarch of the Silver Order. He looks exactly as his Father and emulated him for some time, taking on his mannerisms, speech, body language, and all. He lost his own sense of self for some time and has since separated into his own person after the First War, but it has been a difficult process. He is unfalteringly dedicated to Marea, the two siblings possessing an unbreakable bond forged through the nature of who they are and what they were created for. He lives on the planet Dumayyil with Marea and the reborn Eighteenth.

Gavmieltus, the Gāriq

The Second, Primarch of the Sunbreakers. A bright, loving personality who wore her emotions on her sleeve whenever possible, and a true Mother to her legion. She was the Emperor’s Executioner and it weighed on her heavily, almost directly leading to her death at the end of the First War. She loved her Legion and Father dearly and went to any lengths to do her Duty to them.

Qaynān

The Third, Primarch of the War Flames. He was often silent and focused on his work, having difficulty talking to his siblings, but his weapons and machinery were unparalleled. Over the First War he learned to better interact with his siblings and grew a fondness for the twin daughters of his brother, Adam. He took care of the young girls and their younger brother until his death at the hands of C0R-DYC3-P5 and Varumen.

Icandus Caerleon

The Fourth, Primarch of the Mors Quietam. He was unsettling, possessing a dangerous and thinly controlled power, but a dear friend to Ysegith and Gavmieltus until the First War. He morphed into something horrific and cruel during the war, becoming a “handler” of sorts for Dordróim until the latter’s death. He died at the hands of Gavmieltus, but not before managing to lay a final blow that would kill his once beloved sister.

Kwiŭp Myātai Kyao Aobe Myau Wiŭnshaingip Myaut Kyao Aum-Kwiai Hebuŭllaom (Aobe-Myātaip)

The Fifth, Primarch of the Lightbringers. A highly charismatic man who knew the exact buttons to press to turn his siblings against their Father. He was not overtly prone to violence, but was capable of great destruction when he pleased. He and his co-archtraitor Jezebel orchestrated the First War and he fell willingly to Nurgle. He was slain by the Emperor himself on Terra.

Ankheserethes of Hæthe

The Sixth, Primarch of the Sons of the Shade. He was raised on Hæthe, a Necron tombworld, and served with the Imperium only briefly before finding it grating enough to leave. He was not present for the First War, but returned when Yano Xhi of the second legion appeared on his metaphorical doorstep, asking for his assistance in her treason. He is the true leader of the Second War, understanding more thoroughly how to run this war than his revenge-driven niece.

Varumen

The Seventh, Primarch of the Iron Serpents. A technomancer with a neglectful upbringing, Varumen struggled immensely with relating to people. His legion vied for his attention but very rarely gained it, Varumen not knowing or caring to learn how to be anything more than a commander to them. He possessed several augments and frequently interfaced directly with his battleship, The Cardinal Command. He died after mistakenly allowing the Abominable Intelligence C0R-DYC3-P5 into his mind, the AI immediately taking his body for themself and destroying it and Qaynān when he attempted to bring Varumen back to Terra.

Ysegith

The Eighth, Primarch of the Ethereal Night. While nominally on the side of Chaos during the First War, he served no Gods, simply having made his choice in attempting to prevent Gavmieltus and Icandus from killing one another. He laid low for much of the First War and reemerged only at the end, finding his most loved siblings dead. There he waited until the Emperor found him after the Battle on Terra, taking him below the Palace. Ysegith eventually baited the Legio Custodes into killing him.

Dordróim

The Ninth, Primarch of the Ruby Dawn. He possessed little personality or agency of his own, idolizing a single person and morphing himself to fit what they found acceptable. During the war, he ended up latching onto Icandus and suffered severely for it, turning his legion over to Slaanesh and trying to gain the favour of Icandus until it killed him. Some siblings found it amusing to refer to him as “The Dog”, which was true, if cruel.

Alastair Zotik

The Tenth, Primarch of the Swords Defiant. He was not a traitor by choice, but instead by force. When the archtraitor Jezebel revealed her plan to him and he denied her offer to join Chaos, she forced the daemon Akzil into his body, which consumed his soul over time. He was eventually killed by Gavmieltus and one of his swords taken by her and the other given to Landolf, who had been his closest brother.

Fabiultis Cybuetica

The Eleventh, Primarch of the Jerhkklah. The tallest of his siblings (a fact which Jezebel detested) and a loving father to his legion, if a little eccentric. He fought as a loyalist during the First War, although uncomfortable with the Imperium’s methods. After the First War, he left the Imperium to marry the xeno commander Vextra, and has been with her ever since, occasionally fighting Necrons and Orks for fun. He dies sometimes, but his status as a Perpetual makes it a trivial matter.

Landolf Egon

The Twelfth, Primarch of the Howling Fury. The First Found, he shows little, if any, influence from his home planet. He is calm and fatherly, having accidentally come to be seen as a Father by both his legion and serfs. He was the closest brother of Alastair, and mourned him after his death although he saw the necessity. After the First War, he held his ground when he told his Father that he must either be permitted to leave the Imperium or be struck down. He left the Imperium with a portion of his legion and serfs and retired to be the galaxy’s biggest grandpa.

Cabrus Aen

The Thirteenth, Primarch of the Crimson Hands. A brute by no small meaning of the word, his upbringing created a violent legion culture where the chain of command was ordained by force and he lead by nature of being able to beat any challengers into their proper place. While officially Chaos, he served no specific God, simply being there for the fun of it. He was killed at the Battle on Terra.

Quan Sinh and Quan Delun

The Fourteenth, Primarchs of the Star Guardians. They were identical twins, although Sinh later diverged from this. Sinh was the Empress of their home planet and Delun had taken on a role as Captain of the Guard, her personal guard, and they maintained a similar dynamic until their deaths, although they viewed each other as equals. They possessed a psychic bond, being one soul split between two bodies, and could fight in terrifying, perfect synchronization. Tzeentch wanted Delun greatly, and forced mutations upon him that lead to the order for Gavmieltus to execute him. After Delun’s death, Sinh, lost, fought Aobe-Myātaip and allowed herself to be killed.

Marea ü Tam Çendres

The Fifteenth, Primarch of the Desert Scimitars. She possesses a psychic power that was rumoured to have rivalled the Emperor’s, and while the truth of her soul is held close to the Emperor’s chest, it is at times said that she was created from a shard of himself. She is a diviner and pyromancer of not inconsiderable skill, and was slain by Kaiir prior to the First War. After her death, she was revived and placed upon the Golden Throne until 019.m31, at which point Adeodatus took her from Terra. She now lives on the planet Dumayyil with Adeodatus and the reborn Eighteenth, although she is destined to die in the near future from health issues caused by her first death.

Jezebel Eser

The Sixteenth, Primarch of the Tempest. The archtraitor alongside her brother Aobe-Myātaip and not well liked, she provided much of the force of the partnership while Aobe-Myātaip was able to draw siblings that otherwise disliked her to their side. She became a daemon of Khorne and Slaanesh, playing the two Gods for boons like the only child of divorced parents. She survived the Battle on Terra by escaping into the Warp and is now the only living daemon Primarch, living a life of hedonism.

Kaiir

The Seventeenth, Primarch of the Stellar Fangs. He did not like his siblings and had an almost irrational hatred for Psykers, looking to cause their extermination. After he attacked and killed his fellow Primarch, Marea, for her witchery, he escaped. Although a Perpetual, Fabiultis tracked him down and impaled him with the Fulgurite, killing him permanently for his betrayal.

The Eighteenth (Umut)

The Eighteenth, Primarch of the Lunar Spears although he never met nor led them. He died before reaching adulthood at the hands of scientists who sought to discover the secrets of immortality from his Primarch biology, and his soul was later found by Marea. After she and Adeodatus left Terra, Marea recreated his infant body, resurrecting the Primarch and raising him. He considers her a mother to himself and calls her as such. Having been raised away from violence and the Imperium, he considers himself a pacifist.

Adam Kalhu

The Nineteenth, Primarch of the Knights of Rain. He never joined the Imperium, although he was found, being the Emperor of the Empire of Kalhu and greatly opposing the Imperium’s methods. He refused to let his Empire be folded into the Imperium unless his Father could truthfully guarantee their lives and rights would be treated with the same sanctity they were at current, and thus never joined. The destabilization of the Warp as a result of the First War lead to a daemon incursion which killed much of his people, including himself, and orphaned his twin daughters and infant son. Qaynān took and cared for his children until his own death.

Kith

The Twentieth, Primarch of the Solitary. He deliberately isolated himself from those around him, believing his presence brought misfortune to those he cared for. He constantly wore a mask as a way to hide what he considered an unsightly scar (this was more a case of vanity than it actually being as horrific as he believed). While originally seeing Tzeentch as the God he might serve, he unwittingly fell to Malal instead. He died on Terra, begging Adeodatus for forgiveness as he could not tell the difference between the First and their Father.

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The Legions

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Silver Order

Primarch: Adeodatus Aquila

First Captain: Ciciero

Ship: The Ctesiphon

Homeworld: Belcourt

Sunbreakers

Primarch: Gavmieltus Gāriq

First Captain: Yano Xhi

Ship: The Golden Eye

Homeworld: Dedin

War Flames

Primarch: Qaynān

First Captain: Iptar-Sin

Ship: The Advent of Progress

Homeworld: Boo̮ru

Mors Quietam

Primarch: Icandus Caerleon

First Captain: Korvydriik

Ship: The Ardent Truth

Homeworld: Ivolok

Lightbringers

Primarch: Kwiŭp Myātai Kyao Aobe Myau Wiŭnshaingip Myaut Kyao Aum-Kwiai Hebuŭllaom (Aobe-Myātaip)

First Captain: Pyait Maomŭntaoyeum Kun Kyao Pyainbao Kyaat Ai-Kwiai Hait (Pyainbao-Maomŭntaop)

Ship: The Yŭk’ona Aobe

Homeworld: Yutkèm

Sons of the Shade

Primarch: Ankheserethes

First Captain: Phel-ir

Ship: The Void Endless

Homeworld: Mang Ost

Iron Serpents

Primarch: Varumen

First Captain: Firex

Ship: The Cardinal Command

Homeworld: Cagua II (fleet-based in practice)

Ethereal Night

Primarch: Ysegith

First Captain: Isenmen

Ship: The Ardent Tempo

Homeworld: Caanyn

Ruby Dawn

Primarch: Dordróim

First Captain: Cathæn

Ship: The Aurora

Homeworld: Óm Sreim

Swords Defiant

Primarch: Alastair Zotik

First Captain: Eike

Ship: The Perseverance

Homeworld: Ard

Jerhkklah

Primarch: Fabiultis Cybuetica

First Captain: Iauriel

Ship: The Might of Huntress

Homeworld: Neael

Howling Fury

Primarch: Landolf Egon

First Captain: Diothern

Ship: The Liberator

Homeworld: Sacra

Crimson Hands

Primarch: Cabrus Aen

First Captain: Bik

Ship: The Scourge of the Unworthy

Homeworld: Duzone

Star Guardians

Primarchs: Quan Sinh and Quan Delun

First Captain: Heiji

Ship: Star of Kurikomo

Homeworld: Kurikomo

Desert Scimitars

Primarch: Marea ü Tam Çendres

First Captain: Ämiranir

Ship: The Seleucia

Homeworld: Çeriyuva (nominally; Terra in practice)

The Tempest

Primarch: Jezebel Eser

First Captain: Zarus

Ship: The Untouchable

Homeworld: Chelirus

Stellar Fangs

Primarch: Kaiir

First Captain: Kübereth

Ship: The Steep Exile

Homeworld: Inerth IV

Lunar Spears

Primarch: Eighteen (Umut)

First Captain: Ashim

Ship: The Virtue of Life

Homeworld: Ladrides

Knights of Rain

Primarch: Adam Kalhu

First Captain: Cyrus

Ship: The Honour of the Emperor

Homeworld: Ganosie

The Solitary

Primarch: Kith

First Captain: Grelus

Ship: Inevitable Desolation

Homeworld: Pidaguea

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Meant to upload this a few days ago, but I got a little distracted. Here’s Marea, Primarch of the Fifteenth

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Questions About Creating Your OCs

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Marea takes in the room with a sharp eye, looking around. She decides not to ask for the moment, instead projecting her own calm at Roboute again.

"I assure you that we are fine." She sits, and tells him softly, "Sit. It will not do you well to stress as such." She waits to see if he will take the suggestion, eyes boring a hole into him.

"What has happened in this universe?"

[children-of-revelation] There was no great shudder of warp-space shifting to accompany her arrival, only the quiet ripple of an experienced psyker. A woman, so tall she could only have been a Primarch, stepped through. "Ah, this is not where I expected to be." She did not look particularly surprised. She said something, it must have been a greeting, and then repeated in Gothic, "Hello."

Roboute’s eye twitched imperceptibly. There was a woman standing on the meeting table. Guns and swords already pointed at her while his honour guard was trying to push him out his chair and out of the room. “You have 30 seconds to explain yourself and who you are before some inquistor comes in and tries to shoot you.”

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some shitty oc memes

i. Dordróim, weird stalker primarch who lives in the woods and only eats raw meat and the occasional handful of red potatoes.

ii. Boulderborne, who hasn't managed to keep a single intact limb, losing her hand. She's also lost her other arm and both her legs.

iii. Primarch Qaynān at the destruction of Manboldahr, leaving amidst the prayers to him for help.

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"That sounds rather dreadful." It is almost a delicate way to put it. Very few that Hekhmet knows had gained awareness of their powers in such catastrophic events. Even fewer had remained alive.

"I presume that you are similarly of the void, as you can sit in front of me and converse." His voice hardens a little, hands recrossing in their spot on the table. "How then does He interact with you as He does?" Again with the sharp questions, although he takes some care to try and encourage Maeddrona that his harshness is not in response to her.

He had mostly avoided examining the sundered shard too closely during his earlier examination of Maeddrona's soul, none too fond of the Emperor nor the possibility of him arriving to this small planet and bringing them to heel.

"Who are you, and what has happened." Voice flat, his weapon half raised in an instant. She had not been there and then suddenly she was, and the Silver Hawk was not quick to trust those who did not have the decency to explain themselves before appearing, not those whose auras deviated so far from what they should.

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Maeddrona is still, getting her bearings after leaving the warp. “I- I am Maeddrona.” She stutters out, hands up as she fully recognizes what is happening. “I was escaping from the warp, i’m sorry for any trouble caused.”

Her form is shimmering with a golden aura, fine cloak billowing around her. A glowing scar emanates from underneath the cloak, odd, like shattered glass. Her hair is a glowing gold that fades to black at the ends, eyes soft violet. Her soul is incomplete, held together by another, even more sundered shard of a man.

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Just a PSA

Reblog if you don’t ignore rps and asks but sometimes it takes you a while to think of a response, or you only have time to answer a question or two before doing other things.

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Momma Marea and Eighteen!

Marea was many things regarding her father the Emperor, but she was not ignorant as to the Primarchs’ original purpose. While she did believe that he truly loved his children, she knew that if he had the deceased Eighteen’s soul, he would create him a new body to serve as a general. Not wanting her brother to be brought up into war, she hid his soul until her escape from Terra, at which point she created a new body for him and raised the infant Eighteen as her son.

He’s a cute baby.

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Jezebel clapped her hands, grinning with her too-sharp teeth. “Delightful!” The human beside her had to grab one horn to avoid being knocked off balance as she propped herself somewhat on one arm, although the daemon hardly seemed to notice.

The daemon who had served him earlier quickly reappeared with another fork, seemingly keeping an eye on the situation as was required by its queen.

“It seems that you could cause much trouble for those pesky Imperials with your power indeed.”

There was the distinct feeling of being watched, one person, too many people. Hard to tell. Something jingled, bracelets clanking together as a large hand came to rest on his shoulder, and an unfamiliar voice purred in his ear, “Now what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this? I think you're lost.” [children-of-revelation]

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He turned his head to the source of the voice, lips turning up in a snarl.

“Do not speak to me like that. I don’t think you know who I am.” He growled, jerking his shoulder out of the grip.

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“Ah, perhaps not.” Hekhmet sets the block back in its spot, leaning forward to observe the void over his table with the sharp eye of one of the Astartes. It is indeed very much nothing, even to his sense of the warp, almost disturbingly so. He resists the urge to prod at it too much with his power, deciding that he would rather not cause a reaction when he’s sitting right next to the matter-neutralizing portal.

“How did you discover this power of yours?”

"Who are you, and what has happened." Voice flat, his weapon half raised in an instant. She had not been there and then suddenly she was, and the Silver Hawk was not quick to trust those who did not have the decency to explain themselves before appearing, not those whose auras deviated so far from what they should.

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Maeddrona is still, getting her bearings after leaving the warp. “I- I am Maeddrona.” She stutters out, hands up as she fully recognizes what is happening. “I was escaping from the warp, i’m sorry for any trouble caused.”

Her form is shimmering with a golden aura, fine cloak billowing around her. A glowing scar emanates from underneath the cloak, odd, like shattered glass. Her hair is a glowing gold that fades to black at the ends, eyes soft violet. Her soul is incomplete, held together by another, even more sundered shard of a man.

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Marea had almost forgotten about Candlemas. Not that she could have forgotten, being a Primarch, but it had been a long time since she had celebrated, given the war and, later, the memories associated. So the gift came as somewhat of a surprise.

After a quick but thorough mental sweep to ensure safety, Marea handed the brightly wrapped gift to Eighteen, setting her own aside for the moment.

He fumbled with it for a moment, small fingers trying and failing to find purchase on the paper before Marea made a small, neat tear. Homing in on the weakness, Eighteen tore off the rest of the paper, vocalizing an excited, “Ah!” at the contents of the gift.

As Eighteen marvelled over the new gift, Marea unwrapped hers in precise movements, separating tape from paper without ripping it.

( @children-of-revelation ) Two very neatly packed packages arrive. One has the more restrained wrapping paper of the Ultramarines and the other is an explosion of colour and fun drawings.

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The steak was perfectly cooked, as expected from the kitchens of Jezebels’ palace. She demanded only the best, a hedonist through and through, and it showed in every aspect of her space.

“What are your powers, then?” Hers were mostly obvious at first glance, physical prowess and strength, the ability to shed blood for one of her gods and the looks to seduce those she did not kill to the side of the other.

There was the distinct feeling of being watched, one person, too many people. Hard to tell. Something jingled, bracelets clanking together as a large hand came to rest on his shoulder, and an unfamiliar voice purred in his ear, “Now what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this? I think you're lost.” [children-of-revelation]

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He turned his head to the source of the voice, lips turning up in a snarl.

“Do not speak to me like that. I don’t think you know who I am.” He growled, jerking his shoulder out of the grip.

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“It is no worry. Explaining the intricacies of the Warp can be difficult when speaking to non-psykers. I expect it is the same concerning the Void.” Hekhmet says, unconcerned.

He holds up a small block made of an indiscernible reddish wood, letting it rest on his fingertips. Every side has been painstakingly carved with complicated sigils, painted in with a turquoise pigment. “Perhaps it works better in demonstration. With the Void, what could you do to this block?”

"Who are you, and what has happened." Voice flat, his weapon half raised in an instant. She had not been there and then suddenly she was, and the Silver Hawk was not quick to trust those who did not have the decency to explain themselves before appearing, not those whose auras deviated so far from what they should.

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Maeddrona is still, getting her bearings after leaving the warp. “I- I am Maeddrona.” She stutters out, hands up as she fully recognizes what is happening. “I was escaping from the warp, i’m sorry for any trouble caused.”

Her form is shimmering with a golden aura, fine cloak billowing around her. A glowing scar emanates from underneath the cloak, odd, like shattered glass. Her hair is a glowing gold that fades to black at the ends, eyes soft violet. Her soul is incomplete, held together by another, even more sundered shard of a man.

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"Testy." Jezebel tutted, drawing her finger in circles across the thigh of the human beside her, leaving crimson swirls. "My sense of smell is one of my gifts, from Khorne. It allows me to hunt for Him."

After some small amount of time, the daemon who had earlier run off to the kitchens returned with a large platter. It carefully avoided eye contact as it gave over the steak.

There was the distinct feeling of being watched, one person, too many people. Hard to tell. Something jingled, bracelets clanking together as a large hand came to rest on his shoulder, and an unfamiliar voice purred in his ear, “Now what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this? I think you're lost.” [children-of-revelation]

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He turned his head to the source of the voice, lips turning up in a snarl.

“Do not speak to me like that. I don’t think you know who I am.” He growled, jerking his shoulder out of the grip.

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She frowned, exaggerated as all of her was. "You did not choose your god? There is no love there, for the one who has given you their gifts? How sad." Jezebel quite enjoyed daemonhood, serving the gods that she had chosen.

She sniffed delicately, and although it had been part of her play, she perked up. "I do believe your steak is nearly done."

There was the distinct feeling of being watched, one person, too many people. Hard to tell. Something jingled, bracelets clanking together as a large hand came to rest on his shoulder, and an unfamiliar voice purred in his ear, “Now what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this? I think you're lost.” [children-of-revelation]

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He turned his head to the source of the voice, lips turning up in a snarl.

“Do not speak to me like that. I don’t think you know who I am.” He growled, jerking his shoulder out of the grip.

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“Semantics.” She flaps a hand dismissively, and several gems around her wrist clack together. “We belong to the Gods, yes, but they have chosen us as champions, just as we have chosen them as our gods. We fight their battles, we represent them, and they give us their gifts. They are as much chosen by us as we are by them.”

The human beside Serakai, having been unexpectedly relieved of the cup, placed a comparatively small hand on the front of his shoulder instead, leaning back a little more on the arm of the seat for comfort.

There was the distinct feeling of being watched, one person, too many people. Hard to tell. Something jingled, bracelets clanking together as a large hand came to rest on his shoulder, and an unfamiliar voice purred in his ear, “Now what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this? I think you're lost.” [children-of-revelation]

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He turned his head to the source of the voice, lips turning up in a snarl.

“Do not speak to me like that. I don’t think you know who I am.” He growled, jerking his shoulder out of the grip.