Fallen

Zeruel El'Calanhad of the First Legion, Loyal, Traitor, Brother, Knight, Slaver, Conqueror, Mercenary, Wanderer... Fallen.

[mortuis-angelus]

OOC

I return from a successful venture into the woods far north of where I live. I do apologize about the brief pause in service and presence on tumblr!

However, I am back and I have returned!

We shall be resuming service shortly!

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[primaris-angel]

25. Is there something traumatic from your character’s past that greatly affects them even to this day?

“Being accepted by my brothers was a long and arduous process, you can say the experience was degrading and humiliating at times.”

“They were never physical in this regard, words cuts deeper than swords, especially on matters of honor.”

“To an astartes, having one’s honor and loyalty questioned is a grave insult, to be doubted for two centuries in the matter have taken its toll on me.”

[mortuis-angelus]

“It is always those closest who’s words might cut the deepest, this is something I am well acquainted with. It pains me to see that our brethren have subjected you to such treatment.“ He replies. “There are worse fates, Dark Angel, there are always worse fates.“

[primaris-angel]

“Yours you mean?”

He turned to look at the marine clad in black, the baubles, motifs and iconography of old Caliban adorned his armor, a testament to his former allegiance.. and how he is now a most hated foe.

A foe that forced him to know the truth, of a story that carries 10,000 years worth of sin in his blood.

His hand moved to the grip of his sword.

“Speak your intentions.. traitor.”

[mortuis-angelus]

“My intentions are not as you think them to be.“ He responded and yet he barred no weapon towards his brother as of yet. Instead, he would seek diplomacy. “Do I come to you as those touched by Chaos?“

“We could fight, and one of us would die.“ He answered coldly. “Or, we can speak, but leaving with you is not something that will happen.“

The Astartes that stood across the room was indeed touched by the ten thousand years of age and yet what stood before him was an echo. An echo of a home that this Primaris would never truly know and for that Zeruel would give him a moment’s reprieve before blood would be spilled. He had come here to do as was necessary, knowing that this diversion would save others that would have been discovered. Despite the other Astartes’ advanced ascendancy, they were of similar height and bulk, though it was fair to guess that the other was completely ready should combat arise.

“A warning.“ He spoke coldly. “A warning of discovery and we know how much the Dark Angels wish to hide this shame.“

[mortuis-angelus]

Unforgiven

@justalostghost He appeared to them from the snowstorm just as quickly as it came, the sound of his pelt snapping in the wind announcing his presence to them. The Dark Angel had seemingly come from nowhere when reports of a ghostly figure had been appearing on and off of the patrol briefings for the past few days now. Now, as it seemed, the Adeptus Astartes who was suspected of lingering around was found by a patrol that had long since been due back yet it was their investigation into strange signal returns that spared them from the fire that swept across the base only kilometers away from their current position.

He did not identify himself to them when he appeared and he had appeared out of nowhere, his armor appearing unlike any pattern that any of them had seen before. The pelt itself, lion-faced as it was, appeared to be no creature in which any of them had seen. His knight-like help peering through the cowl, offering little hope in identifying him by chapter. “They are here mortal. Your hunt has brought them here.“

“Your base of operation burns, but there is a derelict hive city not too distant in the storm.“

[primaris-angel]

25. Is there something traumatic from your character’s past that greatly affects them even to this day?

“Being accepted by my brothers was a long and arduous process, you can say the experience was degrading and humiliating at times.”

“They were never physical in this regard, words cuts deeper than swords, especially on matters of honor.”

“To an astartes, having one’s honor and loyalty questioned is a grave insult, to be doubted for two centuries in the matter have taken its toll on me.”

[mortuis-angelus]

“It is always those closest who’s words might cut the deepest, this is something I am well acquainted with. It pains me to see that our brethren have subjected you to such treatment.“ He replies. “There are worse fates, Dark Angel, there are always worse fates.“

[commorritestreettrash]

⚡ an angry text.

“What the fuck is this??? WHERE ARE ALL THE PEOPLE I CAME HERE TO KIDNAP AND WHY IS YOUR PHONE NUMBER WRITTEN DOWN HERE???”

[mortuis-angelus]

“To inform you that my benefactor believes himself to be quicker to the prize. These mortals were ripe for the taking, so I was told. Beside, you were taking your time, maybe next time you’ll move a little faster.“

[mortuis-angelus]

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[memeasaurus-promptus]

50 Random Character Questions

What’s one memory with a friend that you’re fond of?

Past relationships? How did they go? Do you still speak to each other?

In what ways has someone hurt you? Who?

Talk about a happy experience.

Talk about a traumatic experience.

Do you have any siblings? Family? What’s your relationship with them?

Talk about the last argument you’ve had with someone. What was it about? 

Do you have a job? What parts of it do you like/don’t like? What do you? 

Talk about the people you know at work. Do you like them? Do you hang out with them after work? 

Pick a scar/injury you have/had and talk about how you got it.

What do you look for in someone you wish to date? What do you find attractive? 

Name something that you like that you’re embarrassed about 

Who’s the last person you kissed? Is there anyone you’d like to kiss? 

What do you do to relax? 

Are you happy? 

Talk about one person you’ve met recently. 

Talk about one person that you haven’t spoken to in awhile. 

What your favorite color? Foods? Weathers/Seasons?

What did you do on your most recent birthday? 

At what age do you feel that you stopped being a child and “grew up”? 

Do you make friends easily? Talk about them for a little bit. 

What’s the last thing you’ve heard someone say about you behind your back? 

What’s your reputation with the people around you. Do they like you? Dislike you? Why? 

When’s the last time you got drunk? Do you remember what you did? Do you regret it? 

What habits/tics do you have? Do you annoy people with them? 

When was the last date you went on? How did it go? 

Are you an open person or are you closed off? 

What’s in your closet? 

What’s in your dresser/desk? 

What kind of soaps/shampoos/lotion scents do you use? Which ones do you not like? 

Do you like candles? How many do you have and what scents? 

On average how many hours of sleep do you get per day? Do you have problems sleeping or waking up? Has this affected your daily routine with other people/your job? 

When’s the last time you went on vacation? What did you do? 

When was the last time you were angry? What were you angry about? Did you get violent or pent it up? 

When was the last time you were happy? What caused it? 

When was the last time you were sick? What happened? How long did it take until you were better? 

Are you allergic to anything? 

What kind of music do you like? Do you like/not care letting people know what you listen to or do you have certain songs/bands/genres you keep secret out of embarrassment/fear? 

What brings you nostalgia? Why?

Talk about school. Did you go? What classes were you the strongest in? The weakest? Did you do any sports? Were you popular/loner? Bullied? A bully? College? What degree did you get? 

Can you swim? At what age did you learn if you did? Have you swam in the ocean/lake or just in a pool? The last time you did swim? 

What kind of holidays do you celebrate? Do you not? Do you celebrate with friends/family or alone? Which one is your favorite? 

Is there anything that you collect? Hobbies? Do you share with others what you do/make or is it not their business? 

What temperature do you keep your home at? Do you prefer it warm or cool? 

How many blankets do you sleep with? How big is your bed? How soft/firm is it? Can you sleep anywhere or under certain conditions? 

What kind of skills do you have? 

When was the last time you cried? What happened? 

What kind of drunk are you? Emotional? Angry? Clingy? Has this caused trouble for you? 

Do you believe in god(s)? Do you go to church or religious celebrations often? 

Free space. Add your own question. 

[mortuis-angelus]

ℛ - Are you religious?

Though I was raised Catholic, I can honestly say that despite myself not attending church at all anymore I would consider myself religious. I have moments were I contemplate faith and what it means for me and possibly how it shaped me as a person. However, I can say that, yes I am religious though I don’t know where I stand exactly on what Faith I can say that I myself defer to.

Zeruel however, he’s a bit of a mystery isn’t he. As the writer for him, I can honestly say that I’m vastly unsure if he is religious at all. I do know that he refutes any opportunity that the Chaos Gods themselves offer or moments of temptations that might come his way. I do know that he knows of the varied faiths, being the Chaos faith built around Lorgar’s Work as well as varied cults along with the Eldar and Ork Pantheons respectively, but I don’t believe he has a set faith as of yet.

[mortuis-angelus]

As you shower yourself in the pleasure of pain and suffering, drinking from the terror of others, I have done as you have asked. Those who would stand against you, lay dead and forgotten in this wretched city.

Zeruel El’Calanhad to Ka’esh, 998.M41

[mortuis-angelus]

Mighty though we once were, speaketh not unto me of your wayward memories. Show me not your lost children, for I have come upon pretense of evil. A son born of a sacrificed world, torn apart from hate and rage, speak to me not of your grand schemes, speak to me not of your excess and pleasures, speak to me not of your ambitions and power, speak to me not of your fear and sickness. I will suffer your words no longer.

Zeruel El’Calanhad 340.M38

[memedelene]

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[mortuis-angelus]

Josirus stood before the wanderer, unsure who or what he was. He looked to be a Dark Angel, but he did not feel like one of the sons of the lions. He felt more like a lost soul than anything. "Brother, who are you?"

Zeruel El’Calanhad was not one whom many would encounter under the usual circumstances that most would have thought. There was no foretelling that could have predicted such a moment which had now come to pass and yet as a question was asked, the other did not seek to answer it. Instead, the mist that spilled from the decrepit doorway pooled around them as if casting some scene from a forgotten terran folktale. His knightly helm beneath the discolored cowl offered no light to glean, no lenses to see and only brought upon the steady, rhythmic breathing that escaped from Zeruel’s helm.

If only could see past the mighty visage, they would take note that his armor was ancient, full of scars which spoke of tales. Tales which were beyond counting as the very aura of history hung about him like the dangling blade of the executioner’s axe. For those attuned to the Immaterium so acutely, it was more than obvious that he was not something typically found in the employ of the Golden Throne. Instead, there was an air of mystery that surrounded him, a nameless event that engraved itself within his very soul that could be felt by those who could feel such things. Yet still, his knightly visage was undeniable, the great beast’s pelt still chained to his armor as its pattern was forgotten beneath the myriad of customization in which he made. However, it was undeniable of what Legion he hailed from.

“I am Zeruel El’Calanhad.” He answered grimly. “Who, pray tell, are you?“

His voice echoed through the hall in which they met, but the danger of this meeting still remained as the Astartes held in his hand a poleaxe that crackled with energy.

[mortuis-angelus]

What brings you nostalgia? Why?

“Rare are the moments to which I can afford the chance to think upon the past, however the poleaxe in which I carry is a weapon I have had for a very long time.“ Zeruel begun, his words gentle, far more than usual. “I have always used weapons such as this, even when I was but a young knight in the Order. To which I must say that the weapon which came before, though crafted finely, was nothing compared to what I carry today.““However, I still commit to sharpening its edge and it was something that I have always done beneath the night sky, allowing the moment of solace to overtake me even if my guard is never truly down.“ Drawing in a breath, Zeruel continued. “It makes me feel young again, to remember what life I once had back on Caliban. It reminds me of home and to which I believe I do not need to speak more on.“Zeruel fell silent for a long while, his hand brushing against the deactivated edge of his weapon. One might see the faint scratches across the fingers of his gauntlets suggesting this to be something he does quite often. Listening to the gentle scraping sounds of ceramite against hardened steel tempered in the forge of battle against so many. The weapon itself was and always had been an extension of Zeruel’s combat prowess and as such, it had become apart of him in such a way that he could never rid himself of it. This weapon had been made in the forges of Caliban and such memories were few and far between, regardless of how childish he considered such moments to be... he enjoyed them all the same.

[mortuis-angelus]

What’s one memory with a friend that you’re fond of?

Zeruel contemplated this question for some time before he even begun to think upon speaking. Though none would see it, there was a rare crack of a smile written upon features that had been hidden for a very long time. Turning to the one who asked the question he allowed the haft of his poleaxe to rest on the ground and he spoke.

“Most of my friends have long since passed, hunted down and captured by our brothers who still hold true to the Lion himself.“ His voice sounded far more distant than normal, as if lost in a memory he did not wish to lose. “It is hard to remember sometimes, after I emerged back into the galaxy at large. However, it was with a mortal in which I had many correspondences with. He would speak of old stories from Terra’s libraries and in earnest, I enjoyed listening to them. I would oft wonder what cultures and traditions would spin such tales. Amid the Crusade, I would seek this mortal out quite often, but there was one story he spoke of.“

“He spoke of it for days after he had read it to me.“ Zeruel paused. “However... I cannot remember its name... or who he even was...“

[memeasaurus-promptus]

50 Random Character Questions

What’s one memory with a friend that you’re fond of?

Past relationships? How did they go? Do you still speak to each other?

In what ways has someone hurt you? Who?

Talk about a happy experience.

Talk about a traumatic experience.

Do you have any siblings? Family? What’s your relationship with them?

Talk about the last argument you’ve had with someone. What was it about? 

Do you have a job? What parts of it do you like/don’t like? What do you? 

Talk about the people you know at work. Do you like them? Do you hang out with them after work? 

Pick a scar/injury you have/had and talk about how you got it.

What do you look for in someone you wish to date? What do you find attractive? 

Name something that you like that you’re embarrassed about 

Who’s the last person you kissed? Is there anyone you’d like to kiss? 

What do you do to relax? 

Are you happy? 

Talk about one person you’ve met recently. 

Talk about one person that you haven’t spoken to in awhile. 

What your favorite color? Foods? Weathers/Seasons?

What did you do on your most recent birthday? 

At what age do you feel that you stopped being a child and “grew up”? 

Do you make friends easily? Talk about them for a little bit. 

What’s the last thing you’ve heard someone say about you behind your back? 

What’s your reputation with the people around you. Do they like you? Dislike you? Why? 

When’s the last time you got drunk? Do you remember what you did? Do you regret it? 

What habits/tics do you have? Do you annoy people with them? 

When was the last date you went on? How did it go? 

Are you an open person or are you closed off? 

What’s in your closet? 

What’s in your dresser/desk? 

What kind of soaps/shampoos/lotion scents do you use? Which ones do you not like? 

Do you like candles? How many do you have and what scents? 

On average how many hours of sleep do you get per day? Do you have problems sleeping or waking up? Has this affected your daily routine with other people/your job? 

When’s the last time you went on vacation? What did you do? 

When was the last time you were angry? What were you angry about? Did you get violent or pent it up? 

When was the last time you were happy? What caused it? 

When was the last time you were sick? What happened? How long did it take until you were better? 

Are you allergic to anything? 

What kind of music do you like? Do you like/not care letting people know what you listen to or do you have certain songs/bands/genres you keep secret out of embarrassment/fear? 

What brings you nostalgia? Why?

Talk about school. Did you go? What classes were you the strongest in? The weakest? Did you do any sports? Were you popular/loner? Bullied? A bully? College? What degree did you get? 

Can you swim? At what age did you learn if you did? Have you swam in the ocean/lake or just in a pool? The last time you did swim? 

What kind of holidays do you celebrate? Do you not? Do you celebrate with friends/family or alone? Which one is your favorite? 

Is there anything that you collect? Hobbies? Do you share with others what you do/make or is it not their business? 

What temperature do you keep your home at? Do you prefer it warm or cool? 

How many blankets do you sleep with? How big is your bed? How soft/firm is it? Can you sleep anywhere or under certain conditions? 

What kind of skills do you have? 

When was the last time you cried? What happened? 

What kind of drunk are you? Emotional? Angry? Clingy? Has this caused trouble for you? 

Do you believe in god(s)? Do you go to church or religious celebrations often? 

Free space. Add your own question. 

[mortuis-angelus]

🙁 What do they consider to be their worst quality? What actually is their worst quality?

“My Loyalty.“ He admits. “It is because of Loyalty that I have done things in which I would never have done. Because of me, many more have suffered far worse fates than I and for which I find to be unforgivable. I have caused the capture of entire families and torn lives apart due to my crimes of the past. It is because of Loyalty that I am not yet dead upon some forgotten battlefield, I am still fighting for my fellow Fallen and for the memory of Caliban.“

Zeruel’s worst quality is the fact that he has been subjugated to the worst in which the galaxy has to offer and he simply accepts it. Where injustice might move you or I to act, he does not and simply turns a blind eye, labeling it to be simply unavoidable. Because of this truth, he feels himself incapable of judging his brothers or those whom he owes blood debts or debts of any kind to, leading him to work for the likes of the Dark Eldar and on occasion Chaos Cults which had helped him through pathways of the galaxy to ensure the brothers closest to him remain safe. In a way, it could be his loyalty, but its how callous he can be at times. Some moments he can show great compassion and the willingness to act upon it, but if circumstances are correct, he will leave people who have followed him to die in the dust.