Kahorere Wetekina Tereiti Kua

## Character

### Title(s)

The Great Typhoon, The Scarlet Wake, The Jagged Maw, The Mind Eater, The Fanged Unifier, The Lord Chieftain of the A'tūrākaun System

### Aliases

Lord Kahorere, Prince Wetekina, Chief Wetekina, Tereiti

### Language(s)

High Argothic, Multiple Low Argothic Languages, Multiple Xenos Languages

## Physical Description

### Weight

1750 (Unarmored)2920 (Armored)

**Kahorere Wetekina Tereiti Kua**, also known as the **"Great Typhoon,"** the **"Scarlet Wake,"** the **"Jagged Maw,"** the **"Mind Eater,"** and the **"Fanged Unifier,"** is the Lord Chieftain of the A'tūrākaun System, and Luminarch of the Vth Imperial Marine Legion; The Carcharodon Sons.

## History

### Homeworld

At first glance, A'tūrākau appears to be a deathly dangerous world boasting a million tropical islands that are nearly countless in number. Each a bespoke individual never to be recreated as they tetter upon. The edge of natural beauty and inhuman danger.

The worlds equatorial rim spined by hellish volcanoes as the poles are frost chilled deserts of high mountains and deep valleys. The entire world battered by unending seasonal storms of a truly tempestuous nature.

It *is*. The Imperial Designatorious has assigned A'tūrākau as a Death World for a *reason*. Yet, despite its harshness, A'tūrākau possesses a unique beauty that stems from its potential cruelty.

But enough needless theatrics. This planet of Islands is an oceanic world once ruled by the gene-cabals of the Quill'a, a Semi-Cnidarian race of malicious gene-crafters. These ancient forces having long since seized control of the planet back during the years of the Long Dark. And in their machinations would transform the worlds native inhabitants into abhuman mockeries of the human form.

### Youth

Kahorere, destined to be the commander of the Emperor's Vth Imperial Marine Legion, was to be a being of unparalleled power and skill. Having been designed and created in the subterranean gene-labs beneath the Emperor's Palace, with every inch of his body crafted for the sole purpose of leading the Legion to victory. However, fate had other plans for Kahorere and his Luminarchal brethren.

The Emperor had planned to create his Luminarchs, beings of incredible psychic power and strength, to lead his armies to conquest and glory. But before their ultimate conception, the Luminarchs were ripped from their iron wombs upon Holy Terra, scattered by the currents of the Void and jettisoned across the Universe. Each of them psionically implanted into the womb of a mortal mother, destined to be raised on different worlds, under different circumstances.

The story of Kahorere's early life on A'tūrākau was a tragic one, steeped in darkness and despair. Abandoned at birth, as he was left to be born from the mutilated corpse of his murdered mother as she floated through the Ocean, and was left to die alone in the mire of his own mother's blood and afterbirth. It was a cruel fate for any infant, let alone one who was destined for such greatness.

But fate had other plans for Kahorere. As luck would have it, a group of Mano'okan hunters stumbled upon the gruesome scene, led by a man named Raru Manuera. They assumed the baby was dead until he began crying out, and to their surprise, one of their own, a woman named Nopera, Raru’s consort, took pity on the child and rushed to his aid.

From there on, Nopera would become Kahorere's surrogate mother, raising him as her own and teaching him the ways of the Mano'oka. Despite the circumstances of his birth being considered ominous by Manuera's cohorts, she refused to abandon him, showing him the same kindness and compassion that any mother would.

Kahorere, as with all his Brethren grew up strong and resilient at an elapsed rate, and thanks to the teachings of the Mano'oka and the love of his surrogate mother he became a hunter of much renown, with his name and skill being whispered among the far flung Grottos and Hidden Villages of the Mano'oka. But tragedy would strike once again when Nopera contracted the Bone Plague, a deadly disease created by the Quill'a to exterminate the Freedmen of the Mano'oka, and had been ravaging the planet for years at that point. Kahorere watched helplessly as she withered away before his very eyes, unable to save her as she had once saved him.

The loss of his surrogate mother inflicted a profound and devastating wound upon Kahorere, both of heart and soul, plunging him into a dark abyss of sorrow and anguish. Consumed by grief, he roamed the vast expanses of the seas for years, his heart consumed by a relentless storm of pain and longing. In his tormented state, he became a tempest of rage and violence, lashing out at anything that dared to cross his path. His very world became his enemy, and he sought solace in the act of merciless slaughter.

Kahorere became a terror known as the Red Wake, his mind clouded by anguish and his soul consumed by an insatiable desire to inflict pain and suffering. His actions were driven not by reason or purpose, but by the sheer darkness that had engulfed his being. He became a creature of sheer brutality, a force of uncontrolled rage that left a trail of devastation in his wake.

For decades, Kahorere succumbed to his baser instincts, his once bright and noble spirit tainted by madness. The Mano'oka, recognizing the danger he posed, were left with no choice but to banish him to the unforgiving frost isles of the North. They hoped that the harsh elements and the presence of the formidable Makaihua warriors, with their Whale Bone Blades and resilience, would either break him or contain his fury.

Isolated in the frigid and treacherous expanse of the frost isles, Kahorere faced the wrath of nature and the remnants of his own shattered psyche. The bitter cold gnawed at his flesh, while the haunting echoes of his past tormented his troubled mind. It was a desolate existence, marked by isolation and self-imposed exile, where he was left to confront the depths of his inner demons.

#### The Frost Isles

Once more, Kahorere roamed the icy isles with his mind still chained by grief, his wrath indiscriminately unleashed upon any unfortunate soul that dared to cross his path. He was a specter of madness, a creature consumed by his own sorrow and driven to unleash havoc upon the world. His existence seemed eternally bound to the cycle of violence and despair.

However, fate had a different plan in store for Kahorere. It was during one of his frenzied rampages that he encountered the Hunters of the Black Maw Clan, a group of skilled warriors known for their prowess and determination. Recognizing the immense power and potential within the maddened demi-god, they saw an opportunity to harness it for a greater purpose.

They captured Kahorere, binding him in unbreakable chains, and brought him to their Great Den, a place of reverence and wisdom. There, Shotia Egni, the venerable Matriarch of the Black Maws, took charge of the maddened Basilisk. She possessed an ancient knowledge, a deep understanding of the intricate workings of the mind and spirit.

Inexplicably, through her wisdom and seemingly mystical abilities, Shotia Egni managed to pull Kahorere back from the precipice of insanity. It was a fragile and delicate restoration of sanity, like mending a shattered mirror with slender threads. Though his mind had regained a semblance of stability, it remained on the precipice of darkness, a tenuous balance between control and chaos.

In the nurturing confines of the Great Den, Kahorere's transformation took shape. The Matriarch's guidance provided him with a lifeline, a glimmer of hope amidst the torment. Gradually, he began to grasp fragments of clarity, piecing together the fractured remnants of his identity.

The frost isles, once a crucible of despair, became a sanctuary for self-discovery and healing. The battles against the unforgiving elements and the haunting echoes of his past became tests of resilience, pushing him to his limits and forging him into something new. Kahorere tapped into reserves of strength he had never known, drawing upon the depths of his own inner turmoil to fuel his journey of redemption.

For months, the Matriarch patiently and meticulously worked to mend Kahorere's shattered mind, navigating the labyrinth of his shattered psyche. With each passing day, he regained a measure of control over his emotions and impulses. The whispers of his haunting past grew fainter, replaced by a growing sense of purpose and clarity.

Once he had been deemed capable, Kahorere set forth into the vast expanse of the seas once more. No longer consumed solely by his grief and rage, he now sought to further the power of his name in a different way. Armed with newfound wisdom and tempered by the trials he had endured, he embarked on a mission to transcend his troubled past and carve out a destiny worthy of his formidable existence.

The world awaited his next move, unaware of the profound transformation that had taken place within Kahorere. It remained to be seen whether he would embrace his newfound sanity and wield his power responsibly or succumb once more to the depths of his own inner turmoil. The seas whispered tales of his redemption, of a once-mad Basilisk who dared to defy his own demons and reclaim his place in the world.

#### The Shattering of the Molten Curtain

Tereiti, now unimpeded in his journey, possessed a healed mind and a strengthened body. With each step he took, his awareness grew of the unseen grip that the Quill'a, an ancient and elusive species of Cnidarians, had enacted on his world. Like enigmatic shadows lurking beneath the surface, they had intricately woven their web of control, manipulating the destinies of all who walked the land. Their methods were subtle yet pervasive, employing vassal armies to carry out their bidding and establish dominance.

The Quill'a's influence extended far and wide, leaving an indelible mark on the world. Their obedient and ruthless vassal armies waged wars and conflicts, each clash echoing through the land, leaving behind scars upon both the physical landscape and the souls of its inhabitants. No corner of the world remained untouched by the far-reaching grasp of the Quill'a, whether it be the majestic peaks of towering mountains, the verdant depths of lush valleys, the bustling streets of thriving cities, or the desolation of forsaken wastelands.

Yet, the true magnitude of the Quill'a's control remained hidden from the majority. Their machinations were veiled in layers of complexity and deception, their power carefully orchestrated from behind the scenes. Skillful manipulators, they deftly pulled the strings of their pawns, ensuring their dominance endured. Only a brave few dared to challenge their authority, seeking to unravel the intricate tapestry of their deceit and expose the truth that lay obscured.

Tereiti, driven by an unwavering determination to break free from the Quill'a's grip, embarked on a perilous journey with his amassed forces. Their destination: the equatorial and highly volcanic Megacontinent of Heirurt. This land, forged into a towering barrier known as the Molten Curtain, acted as a dividing wall separating the southern and northern hemispheres.

Heirurt had long been reduced to a slave empire, where the Quill'a Masters reigned supreme, lording over thrall forces responsible for constructing their war machines and militant arms. Tereiti, leading his forces with strategic precision, initiated a gradual deconstruction of the already fragile Continental Empire. Resource networks and communication hubs were dismantled, severing the Quill'a's ability to maintain control and coordinate their operations. Next, the manufacturing arms and networks that sustained the Quill'a's dominance were targeted, further weakening their hold on the continent.

As Tereiti's forces relentlessly pressed forward, the Quill'a, already a scattered race, found themselves pushed to the brink. Sensing the imminent threat, they sought refuge within their heavily fortified capital fortress, nestled securely at the heart of Heirurt. Within the confines of this stronghold, the Quill'a hoped to weather the storm and preserve their dwindling power.

### Rise of The Mind Eater

Tereiti, undeterred by the formidable challenge ahead, stood at the forefront of his forces as they prepared for the final confrontation. The time had come to determine the fate of their world, and the siege of the Quill'a's capital fortress would serve as the ultimate test of their resolve and the unveiling of the depths of their desperation.

The clash of arms echoed through the air, shaking the very foundations of the once-impenetrable fortress. Tereiti's warriors fought with unwavering determination, their collective will driving them forward despite the seemingly insurmountable odds. The fortress, once a symbol of the Quill'a's dominance, now trembled under the relentless assault of Tereiti's forces.

In the heart of the fortress, amidst the chaos of battle, Tereiti found himself face-to-face with the twisted forms of the Quill'a Masters. These grotesque embodiments of dominance stood as the final obstacles to freedom. It was a battle of wills, a clash between the liberator and the oppressor. Fueled by the scars of his past and an unyielding desire for freedom, Tereiti fought with a resolve that surpassed all boundaries.

The intensity of the confrontation escalated with each passing moment. Walls crumbled, revealing the vulnerability of the Quill'a. Their once-unshakable grip on the world faltered, their influence waning under the relentless assault. In a moment of triumph, Tereiti overcame the Quill'a Masters, consuming them in a symbolic act of defiance and victory. Through a mouth streaked with black blood, he shattered the chains that had held his world captive for far too long.

Emboldened by their leader's success, Tereiti's warriors followed suit. Fueled by a primal hunger, they unleashed their instinctual savagery upon the remaining Quill'a forces, unleashing a frenzied onslaught that became known as "The Black Sabbath." In the throes of this unleashed fury, the tribal warriors tore through their oppressors, liberating their world from the clutches of the Quill'a.

The aftermath of the battle left the Quill'a scattered and defeated. Tereiti and his warriors, having achieved their long-fought victory, surveyed the scene with a mixture of exhaustion and triumph. The air was thick with the scent of liberation, and the weight of the Quill'a's dominance lifted from the land.

## Personality

Kahorere Wetekina Tereiti Kua possessed a personality as vast and tumultuous as the seas that had shaped his existence. A complex blend of resilience and vulnerability, he was driven by an unwavering sense of purpose that had been ignited by the trials of his past. Beneath his formidable exterior lay a deep well of empathy, a connection to the pain and suffering of those around him that fueled his relentless pursuit of justice. Despite the scars of his tumultuous journey, Kahorere's heart remained open, a testament to his unyielding hope for a better world.

His determination, a fierce flame that had been kindled through adversity, burned bright within him. Kahorere was a force to be reckoned with, unyielding in the face of challenges and unafraid to stand up against oppressive forces. This indomitable will was complemented by a shrewd intelligence, an ability to see through layers of deceit and uncover the truth that lay beneath. Yet, beneath the warrior's façade, there existed a contemplative soul, one that found solace in moments of solitude, gazing out over the horizon and reflecting on the intricacies of existence.

Kahorere's interactions with others were marked by a deep sense of camaraderie and loyalty. He forged powerful bonds with those who shared his vision of a liberated world, fostering a sense of unity among his allies. His leadership was defined by a blend of compassion and tenacity, guiding his followers with unwavering dedication while always valuing their well-being. Kahorere's legacy was a testament to the enduring strength of the human spirit, a beacon of hope that inspired others to rise above their circumstances and fight for a future defined by freedom and justice.

## Wargear

* **Leiomano Rendus:** Of the many fearsome weapons wielded by the Drowned King, this monstrous Chain-Ax was the most infamous and lethal. Capable of rending Adamantine with a glancing blow, many of its victims being reduced to misted offal, robbed of any shape by the shrieking teeth.

* **The Umbral Hunt:** A trident of unmatched splendor - the Umbral was forged for Kahorere by his brother Shaka Zawadi Mzuzi soon after his rediscovery. It would serve him unerringly through innumerable conflicts, its fearsome teeth and disruptor fields piercing through millions of mighty foes.

* **Xenosbane Twin Daggers:** A pair of blades gifted to Kahorere by his adoptive Father, upon his first success against their worlds Xeno Overlords; The Quill’a. Originating from the depths within A'tūrākau's oceans. The true origin of the weapons is unknown, though they are truly ancient, marked with native symbols of ancient A'tūrākau, and crafted with the Null-Jade native to the death-World. they would become ever more potent weapons when fitted with Imperial disrupter fields.

* **Striker Darts:** Anti-Armor explosive darts. And with a throw Kahorere is capable of piercing Adamantine Armor. Comparable to a hefty sword in the arms of a Mortal, the Striker Darts were

* **Void Piercer:** While known at times to hurl his trident and impale distant foes, Kahorere employed several potent firearms for ranged combat. Most favored of these was the Void Piercer, constructed from an archeotech Plasmor design uncovered from the depths of Venus and fashioned into a pistol in A'tūrākau’s forges.

* **Ward of The Deep:** Perhaps the most advanced of Kahorere’s suits of power armor designed by the Luminarch. Created in the image of an A'tūrākean beast, and designed to protect against the immense pressure on the seafloor as readily as it did against enemy fire and blades. It also boasted powerful grav-compensators to make the armor essentially weightless even in the depths of the ocean, as well as providing Flumenel with a lethal, esoteric weapon.