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Name: Judicai Merohavian Gantz VIII
Archetype: Apostate
Age: 29
Judicai has the Gantz Dynasty's distinctive strong jawline and aristocratic features, his father's blonde hair, and his mother's striking green eyes. He is virtually never seen without the immaculate Imperial dress uniform of the 6th Scintillan Fusiliers, including the feathered tricorn hat and mastercrafted carapace plates beneath. The beautiful masterwork Lascarbine Firstborn hovers at one hip and his standard issue power blade is strapped to the other. He moves with an air of nobility and grace inculcated from birth, and his manner makes clear that everything he surveys ought know its place and that place is almost certainly far beneath him. Recently he has added a small attache case containing a collection of tomes on the subject of the Imperium in the days of the Great Crusade and the Horus Heresy - frequently frowned upon in more dogmatic circles of the Imperium - to his usual accoutrements. The heirloom amulet granted him by his father is always prominently displayed about his neck.
Captain Judicai Merohavian Gantz VIII has always been perfect, for perfection was in his blood. Born to the noble house of Gantz on Scintilla, Judicai was instilled with a fervent desire to seek the perfect way to serve the God-Emperor from birth, and on his sixth birthday was granted a beautiful heirloom amulet by his father to guide him. He could think of no more perfect service to the Emperor than leading a regiment of His finest soldiers - the Scintillan Fusiliers - to glory in His name. The soft whispers always urging him on to greatness agreed.
Judicai was youth chess champion of his Hive by age 14, but upon losing in the final of the planetary championships he vapourized his king with the tip of his power sword and vowed never to play again. He was barred from the tactical cogitator room at the Scintillan Schola Munitorum after causing serious damage to the simulator after convincing some technically inclined classmates to set the difficulty parameters beyond maximum - and winning.
Judicai was well prepared by his family for facing the enmity of the Ecclesiarchial instructors at the Schola. His family had long been in a feud with the Adeptus Ministorum on Scintilla, born of a slight by Landecia Panettiere, the Cardinal of Scintilla, in 309.M40, in demanding the bequeathment of the Sword of Saint Asceline, a priceless family treasure. Panettiere lost a bid to have the newly discovered paradise world of Gamalsin IV declared a Shrine World when the Administratum unexpectedly sided with the Mechanicum. Many, including Panettiere at the time, blieved this was at least in part due to the political machinations of the Gantz family. The string of suspicious disgraces and eventually deaths on both sides which followed only served to deepen the mutual enmity and ensure it would persist to the present day. The strident efforts of Drill-Abbot Kelcin Abnaxus to see him expelled nearly cost him his choice command at graduation, but dozens of his fellow classmates stood in his defense to claim credit for the purported misdeed and attest to his impeccable character, saving him from suffering demerit.
Upon promotion to Captain, he made a name for himself by crushing a Waaagh! Grimtoof offensive against an outer hab block of Hive Jyles in 7 minutes and 6 seconds with a combination of precisely coordinated fire and extensive use of cleverly laid ambushes and chokepoints. One vox operator in the 44th Guytogan Journeymen mistranscribed the operational timetable and this delay prolonged the battle from its intended 6 minutes. Spurred on by the whispers, Judicai ordered the execution of the entire offending platoon in a fit of rage. He was officially censured for this action, but successfully persuaded the tribunal that the platoon had intentionally attempted to sabotage the operation in a fit of pique over the perceived preferential treatment afforded the Scintillans.
That night the dreams began, and from then on he became increasingly frustrated with the imperfections of the men and women around him. They failed to live up to the heroic precedent set by the Imperial Army, or the glorious images presented in Imperial propaganda. His anger was further fuelled by an underlying sense of dissatisfaction born of his perceived helplessness to direct the greater course of the Imperium towards the virtues he deemed perfect. Venting this latent frustration, he drove both himself and his men harder than ever, handing out draconian punishments for the tiniest violations in dress standard or readiness. This generated significant unrest, but his inspiring oratory kept cohesion at a reasonable level until the situation came to a head several months later.
She was found in the scorched ruins of a hab block which had been seized from the forces of the Ruinous Powers only that evening. Her obvious noble birth and peerless beauty stayed the hands of the Fusiliers who found her, and she was brought to dine with the officers that evening. She retired with Judicai and they spoke long into the night on the nature of perfection. How could the Imperium live up to its own ideals in the face of such rampant corruption and incompetence? Surely he must agree the Imperium was at its height during the Great Crusade? Could the Imperium ever be truly perfect while the Emperor remained entombed upon the Golden Throne?
These questions troubled him deeply, for he knew in his heart they had lain just beneath the surface of his thoughts and he had not dared face them. She showed him secret tomes banned by the Inquisition which told of the true histories of the Horus Heresy. How the Emperor had spurned the worship of the nascent Ecclesiarchy. How he had sanctioned a rational and educated policy of study in a variety of fields the Inquisition now banned, including the nature of Psykers and the Warp. How the Emperor was just a man - a great man, to be sure, and perhaps the greatest, but a man nevertheless. How the greedy and self-serving High Lords of Terra had modified the Golden Throne to imprison the Emperor rather than preserve him. How they had founded the Ecclesiarchy and Inquisition to mollify and blind the people they exploited. She told him of the Sensei and the Star Child, and how the best of the Imperium had to stand up and do what no one else could: restore the Emperor or, should all else fail, replace him so the Imperium could once again have the leadership it needed to recover its lost glory.
Judicai's imagination was captivated. Here was the perfect way to serve the Emperor he had been searching for. His narcissistic fantasies and ravenous ambition saw him seeking and acquiring all the knowledge and power denied him by the closed-minded fools who venerated the Emperor in violation of his own edicts and blinded themselves to tools which had been part of the nearly perfected Imperium of the Great Crusade. He would use this power to become a Living Saint and then to push the already corrupt Ecclesiarchy over the edge. He would co-opt an Imperial Crusade, enlighten them to the truth, lead them to Terra to free the Emperor from his Golden Prison, then expose the duplicity of the High Lords and the Ecclesiarchy, slaying them all to the last. Then He would make the Imperium perfect.
She encouraged him to study his dreams, and they became more intense with time. She helped him interpret them, and told him of a place where the destiny his dreams hinted at lay, where he could find the answers he needed to see the Imperium perfected: The Screaming Vortex. She revealed the location of a library in a nearby lesser spire - as yet in the hands of rebels - which contained not only the means to reach the Vortex, but also a great many other secrets the Inquisition might deny him.
Roused by the finest oratory Judicai had ever delivered his men breached two lines of defence in only 6 hours, fighting like men possessed, and proceeded to assault the spire. Firstborn in hand, Judicai himself led from the front, his Lascabine an extension of his will in a way it had never been before. Swathes of the enemy would fall before it as he charged, and he shrugged off wounds as if they meant nothing. Eventually the library was reached and he ordered his most trusted men to guard the doors as the rest fortified the spire. A manic dedication took him and Judicai locked himself inside to read for three days with only the strange woman admitted to tend to his injuries. He guided the battle by passing data slates under the door, and never slept. With his guidance, or at least despite its absence, his men held their positions behind enemy lines while the rebels committed sizeable portions of their mobile reserves to retaking the spire. This left time for allied Imperial units to break through and exploit the opening to encircle and crush a large swathe of the front. As he finished reading the last of the works he was interested in he kept a choice selection and set fire to the rest, for what possible value could they have now that he was done with them?
For all this, he still dreams of restoring the Emperor and thereby perfecting the Imperium, but it would only take a small push for him to covet the Throne on Terra for himself - for why could one great man - perhaps the greatest - not replace another? Perhaps the legends were flawed, and he himself was the Emperor reborn, destined to reclaim the Throne wrongfully seized from him so many millennia ago.
He disappeared with his Steward while recuperating on Scintilla, and has not been seen since.
The Legacy of Firstborn:
The Rogue Trader Calcitus Chorda recovered the STC which now produces Lascarbines for the Lathe Worlds in 452.M40. Firstborn was the first unit off its production line, crafted with exemplary care and blessed by the Archmagos of Hesh himself. It was gifted to Calcitus Chorda who in turn gifted it to the Noble House of Gantz as a token of appreciation for the funding and logistical support provided to his expedition. It has since been kept in the family vault for generations as a minor heirloom. As the Scintillan Fusiliers are all armed with Lascarbines from that same STC, it was deemed auspicious to grant Judicai the most perfect specimen of its kind. It has since proven itself his most deadly and loyal companion on the front lines.
WS 40
BS 40
S 34
T 32
Ag 41
Per 43
Int 47
Fel 63 [68]
WP 31
Inf 22
W 9
Awareness
Charm +10
Command +10 (+15)
Deceive
Common Lore (War, Imperial Guard)
Linguistics (Low Gothic, High Gothic)
Trade (Cryptographer)
Scholastic Lore (Tactica Imperialis, Legend, Heraldry)
Forbidden Lore (Xenos, Daemonology, Psykers, Horus Heresy)
Inquiry
Dodge
Commerce
Logic
Air of Authority - May Command (Fel Bonus x 10), +10 Loyalty
Hatred (Ecclesiarchy) - -10 to Interaction Tests
Peer (Imperial Guard) - +10 to Interaction Tests
Total Recall - Eidetic memory (May require INT test)
Unshakable Will - Re-roll failed WP Fear tests
Radiant Presence - 20m Aura, +10 vs Fear, Intimidate
Iron Discipline - Followers may re-roll failed WP vs Fear, Pinning while he is visible
Polyglot - Can communicate simple ideas in unknown languages
Weapon Training [Las, Primary]
The Quick and the Dead
SERPENT’S TONGUE
The Apostate is a master of infiltration, deception, and seduction, allowing him to ingratiate himself with organisations who would normally kill him on sight. Once per game session, the Apostate may make a Challenging Charm or Deceive Test to gain the Peer Talent with one organisation of his choice for the remainder of the session. If the Apostate has a Fellowship of 55 or higher, he can gain the Peer (2) Talent for a chosen organisation instead.
Firstborn (Legacy Best Craftsmanship Lascarbine + Mag-Lock Holster)
Range RoF Damage Pen Clip Qualities
75m S/2/- 1d10+3+(INF/2)E 0+(INF/2) 60 Reliable, Devastating(INF/2)
Legacy of Excess (+1 DoS on BS, +5 Fel) (See History tab for background)
##For reference later, currently inapplicable
##Merciless Pattern:
- Massacre
Good Craftsmanship Laspistol
Common Craftsmanship Power Blade
[Trading Mesh Combat Cloak (Very Rare) when acquiring:]
Best Craftsmanship Heavy Carapace Armour + Insulated + Thermal (7 AP, +5 Command)
Chaos Symbol Pendant
Unholy Tomes
4 Lascarbine Clips
2 Laspistol Clips
- Massacre
Charm +5 Fel -5 Toughness
Wrath +5 Per -2 WP -1 W
Perfection +5 Fel -3 S -3 Per
Spent: 950
Remaining: 50
Current Alignment: Unaligned
Alignment Tally
Unaligned: 3
Khorne: 0
Tzeentech: 0
Slaanesh: 1
Nurgle: 0
Int +5 250 XP (Unaligned)
Fel +5 250 XP (Slaanesh)
Lesser Minion of Chaos 250 XP (Unaligned)
Linguistics (High Gothic) 200 XP (Unaligned)
Lesser Minion of Chaos
Name: Dal Phyric
Dal Phyric is Judicai's loyal steward, chef, and chauffeur. Surprisingly spry and sharp for a man in his early 70's, the bespectacled Phyric is never seen without one of his many brightly coloured fuzzy scarves, and uses his age as license to complain about any weather pattern which isn't good old fashioned Scintillan acid rain. It is therefore unsurprising that he isn't altogether sold on this whole 'Screaming Vortex' hogwash - the weather is awful, the locals can't speak proper Scintillan Gothic, and he'd have an easier time requisitioning a relic of Saint Drusus than finding half decent ingredients - but he'll stalwartly follow the Young Master straight into the Eye of Terror if necessary, and still miraculously manage to prepare three delectable meals a day.
WS 01
BS 01
S 03
T 04
Ag 20
Per 10
Int 30
Fel 30
WP 01
Wounds 2
Operate (Surface)
Navigate (Surface)
Commerce
Linguistics (Low Gothic)
Common Lore (Imperium)
Trade (Chef)
Inquiry
Charm
Awareness
Talents:
Total Recall
Unremarkable
2 Traded for Skills
Traits:
None - 3 Traded for Skills
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