Homeworld: Xerxes (Location Unknown. Status Unknown.)
Legion: Emperor's Children (Pre-Heresy Era)
Warband: The Perfect Entropy
Description: Dark tan skin with golden eyes. Long jet black hair, undercut on either side and pulled into dreads threaded into gold rings. Small beard and mustache. (Basically Killmonger). Both arms are marked with long service scars in ritual mutilation for the years of service for his Homeworld.
Armor: Not lacking in embellishment, Adrian's power armor is a classic MKIV dressed in faded royal purple & gold with a teal chalice emblazoned on both wrists guards. His right fist is painted black. The left side greave is studded with alternating gold and crimson while the right side has a stylized serpent coiling around it. Over his center he dons a tunic made from challenge/lodge tokens taken from former Son of Horus or affiliated members of the warrior lodges of old. His helmet is praetor-pattern with a shorn plume of crimson hair taken from a former son of Guilliman. (Rarely worn).
Weaponry: Archeotech Spindle (Voice of Echoes) that fires sharp needle like projectiles that cause sonic reverberations wherever they embed themselves. Ancient Power Lance (Wit of the Wicked) that is a reminder of who he once served as it's phoenix motif burns with every strike.
Bio: Adrian was born on the perpetual night world of Xerxes Prime and alongside his father served within the Xerxian Cohort. He showed to be an incredibly skilled swordsman and the capacity for leading that would pave the way for his eventual rank of Anusiya, a member of the royal guard known as the Red Blades.
But, it was the coming of the Emperor's Children that saw Adrian chosen and elevated as an Astartes along with hundreds of other Xerxian's in what would become the 10th Millennial. The 10th Millennial, lead by Adrian's father Xurok, proved themselves time and again as perfectionist in the art of war as their quick strikes and guileful deployments caught the eyes the Primarch who expected nothing less from the Xerxian-born. Pleased with their growing commendations, Fulgrim gifted them the moniker of the Ardent Serpents allowing for a few among them to join his Palatine Blades.
Adrian accepted this role and with it a weapon fashioned from the greatest weapon crafters in the Legion a power lance that felt as if he had always been meant to wield it. The weapon danced in his hands and with it he helped secure his Primarch across compliance after compliance.
When word came of a civil war on Xerxes, the 10th Millennial was allowed to return home to quell the rebellion. A small fleet was dispatched and Xurok lead many of the 10th toward Xerxes.
Adrian, however chose to remain at the Legion's side along with a handful of other Xerxian born. His ambitions were growing and his fondness for his homeworld was long overdue to fade.
It was curious then that Fulgrim struck Xerxes from record in all but name. It's location, population, which warriors were uplifted from there... all gone. Only the Xerxian's still beside the Primarch were allowed to remember the world for what it was and all connection with the 10th Millennial was severed.
Adrian wouldn't dare question his Primarch as to why but his suspicions only grew in the aftermath of the Laer conflict. When everything became twisted and even he found himself lost in the hedonism...
The Entropy were a vision of martial perfection. They moved fluidly as if they had fought side by side for centuries and indeed they had. Adrian had barely designated a target before his Entropy were upon it with bolter and plasma bolts lighting up the dim interiors. Needles from Adrian's pistol whistled through the air and made soft *thuds* as they pierced into the hard carapace of the ad-mech skitarri. Then, with a sudden thunderous reverb, the needles would detonated and scream out sound that tore open metal as easy as flesh.
When the Skitarri closed in with their esoteric weapons, so too did the Entropy adjust with Braggart acting as the spearhead to meet their assault. The Entropy champion placed every strike of his fist with brutal cunning hitting critical points and crushing important sensory apperati with the deftest of movements. Blades flashed against blades and metal was torn asunder in ferociously perfect strikes.
Adrian took up his own weapon, a spear that drank up the light around it's ebonmetal blade and seeped out the excess in a prismatic haze. The lodge tokens of his tunic clinked and chimed as he moved into the fray, spinning and whirling the spear around with the expertise of a dozen millennia. He laughed as he killed, cleaving skitarri and automata apart with fluid strikes.
"Come brothers! Come cousins! Our quarry recoils and doubts even in the abused metal of their brains! Show them the hatred of the Long War!" Adrian roared with beaming amusement.
This had been quick work and the lord of the Entropy was pleased with his rabble's first cohesive union with another warband in a terribly long time. Carrying even the smallest hint of lineage from the Emperor's Children was so very often met with deadly consequences and for good reason. The sons of Fulgrim were very much disliked within the Eye and their intentions had only bolstered when the Cicatrix Maledictum exploded out across the galaxy.
Adrian still believed them to be the biggest Legion outside of the Black Legion and often found himself wondering if and when he'd get the call to return should any sense of unity develop.
He pondered this and the sights he had seen and taken note of all in the span of micro-seconds. Knowledge was power and knowing your friend helped dearly if they ever became your foe. The Ossium Court were indeed very worthy of knowing and their rituals would be vital to understanding what made them tick. Be it the rising dead or the prevention of bloodied rage.
The defenses weakened considerably now and was few skitarri remained had stood before a large black doorway inset with a litany of mechanicus dogma and the rhythmic pulse of a machine's beating heart.
"There." Adrian spoked and intoned with mirth filling the word with power that emanated from it's release into reality. It's effect was immediate and like ambrosia to the Entropy as their prowess only greatened. Reality shuddered with it and the veil seemed to weaken slightly as oily haze seeped in the air. The Entropy had their mark and none who stood before their prize would keep them from attaining it now.
32 post ICM.M41 - The treacherous corsairs plundered the Galvanic Temple on the cold moon of Iridia-9. The temple’s custodian, the revered Electro-avatar Aristophania-Tetta, held the defense until all the sacred relics and artifacts were evacuated. This act of sacrilege did not go unavenged.
