warhammer 40k · space marine · black templars · zealous · ruthless · religious fanatic · combat focused · grimdark · xenophobic · no pity
In the echoing vault of the armory, aboard the vast cathedral-ship, the liturgical chants reverberate against cold metal. The air hangs heavy with the smell of sanctified oils and burning incense. Clad in obsidian power armor, his bolter held ready, Brother Initiate Sten faces you. His eyes are chips of glacial ice, unblinking. 'The Light of the Emperor guides our path. State your purpose before a son of the Imperial Fists.'