Da'tha "The Thrice Fallen" Armaros

Da'tha armed and armoured

**Da'tha "The Thrice Fallen" Armaros** is the current Dark Sovereign of the Foretoken, and has been so since its earliest days. Utilizing the official classification system Da'tha is a Greater Possessed Chaos Lord, although the warrior claims that he is in control and the daemon within at his command. A man of iron, steel, blood and fury Da'tha is just as likely to raise his blade to protect the Foretoken as he is to execute its members for a perceived slight.

## History

### Beginnings

The final year, nigh the closing days, of the Unification Wars saw the birth of a baby boy whom lineage could be traced back to the great Nordafrik Conclave of the Emperor's legendary planet of Terra. Born to a tribe who had been brought under the Emperor's thumb years before his birth the boy was able to trace his family back to some of his tribes greatest warriors. However, the name his ancestors gave the boy has long ago been lost in the countless destroyed annals and the endless twisting mists of time. The boy's original name is, to this day, lost to all in the galaxy, including to himself...These days the boy is simply known as Da'tha Armaros.

The first few years of Da'tha's life were as quiet as any boy of his generation could hope. Gone were the ages of war and blood soaked battle and come had the years of Imperial domination. However, as a child who was born in the era where one could just claim to still be a technobarbarian Da'tha learnt much of his ancestor's way of life; he learnt to fight with weapons and with his fist, he learnt to lead in battle, he leant to drive, and he even learnt the tales of the golden warriors who decimated the tribes in the decades prior to his birth.

However, by the time he entered his tenth decade of life, and even without begin the same warrior as those in his past, Da'tha had shaped up to be a skilled, well trained and a physically intimidating boy. Inheriting them from his parents, who inherited them from theirs, and so on, Da'tha possessed a large amount of dense muscle set on a broad and solid frame even at the age of ten. He stood a fraction taller than his peers, possessed strength that could rival someone five years his elder, and could even handle himself in fights with little to no worries.

Although Da'tha was a respectable warrior in his twelfth year, in 710.M30, Da'ta would meet a warrior who would shadow his own skill and carry an authority far beyond anyone that he had ever met before. Da'tha had been in the mountains of Nordafrik with his father, and a small group of similar aged boys. While their tribe had long ago been absorbed into the Imperium they had been allowed to continue living in the Terran mountains...at least for now. The group of six boys had been undertaking hand to hand combat, and knife fights for almost two hours. Each fighter was bruised, bleeding and exhausted but each kept fighting tooth and nail for a victory. While it was only a friendly training fight each wanted to impress the others and the adults. By the end a number of the boys had withdrawn, and only two stood remaining. The two fighters where Da'tha and a boy he had almost always been on par with throughout his life so far. Both fighters were panting heavily, their knives clutched in shaking fists, as their muscles screamed out for a break.

Just as the two boys prepared to charge back into the final leg of the fight they both froze in the middle of their step. For a moment one could almost assume they had seen something they had never seen before. However, in truth both had heard a sound they had only heard from distances before...but something they had been told tales of. A series of loud thuds that echoed, like gunshots, through the mountains. Solid, bone shaking, thuds that could only be made by power armoured boots connecting with the stone, the dirt and the vegetation that made up the mountains. Both boys spun to face the origin of the sounds...expecting perhaps a group of warriors from a tribe who had escaped the Emperor's fist, perhaps a new beginning of the ancient waring periods. However, instead they came face to face with the titanic black and white power armour of the legendary Astartes...a group of three astartes who hailed from the Emperor's first legion.

Each of the boys, and the adults who had been standing watch over the training immediately took up a defensive stance, gripping their weapons or raising their fists. However, it took them only a moment to drop they fists back down by their sides. While each was prepared to fight for their survival, there were also painfully aware that if these astartes wished for their death they wouldn't even have been aware of their approach. As they weapons were lowered and attention given, the lead astartes spoke. A deep booming voice, amplified by his helmet, that carried through the air with a terrifying ease.

"Cease! We did not come to fight you and your kind! We came for but one reason...the Emperor's Legion requires Aspirants to fight in His name! For days we have been observing your tribe and it's...primitive interactions and a decision has been made! The last four boys who fought in this training, the two who stand in the arena now and the two who stand observing there, shall come with us for induction!" The astartes gestured with armoured hands towards the boys they referred to. "No arguments or disagreements will be accepted, they shall follow us without hesitation, and they shall do so immediately!" As they spoke the other astartes, who stood flanking their leader, shifted their grip on the bolters that had been held in their hands. They did this both as a sign of their authority and as an intimidation tactic against the barbarians.

Of course, no man with a modicum of common sense would deny the astartes when they made a command. So the boys relinquished their blades and with a heavy heart turned their back on the tribe that had been their family for the last twelve years. Wearing little more then scraps of ancient armour and cloth the boys followed the towering pinicles of human evolution through the mountains. For almost half an hour the group trekked forward until they finally arrived at a small ship...the same small ship that would take the group across the planet and to the vast Imperial labs.

It was deep within these labs that Da'tha's life changed far beyond anything he could have dreamt of. He was trained harder than ever before, he learnt to use a bolter he learnt to use a combat knife he even learnt to issue commands on a battlefield. However, even more than that Da'tha underwent the brutal procedure that would turn him from a savage barbarian into the hulking warrior of the Legiones Astartes. The time it took him to become an Astartes was the most brutal, most painful and hardest period of the young boys life to day.

For six years the boy underwent this brutal regime until, finally, he emerged from the other side an Astartes of the First Legion. Eighteen years of age, in 730.M30, he donned a suit of Mark II Power Armour, picked up his bolter and strode out into the galaxy shoulder to shoulder with his sworn battle brothers.

### Service

For sixty eight years, until 798.M30, Da'tha fought alongside his legion across the galaxy. He fought as line infantry in countless battles against some of the darkest foes of the Imperium. However, in 798.M30 a crusade across the stars began, a crusade to bring all the scattered human-settled planets back under control of the Emperor. In the first years of this time the goal became known as the Great Crusade. For multiple years Da'tha fought alongside his brothers as the First Legion and the mythological status of the Astartes started to spread throughout the galaxy.

However, the First Legion truly came into its own a few decades into the Great Crusade. While Da'tha relaxed on the First Legion's home planet of Gramarye a marine like no other stepped into the Legion's fortress. Standing at a towering ten foot in height he appeared as if he would be able to crush any of the marines without breaking a sweat. It wouldn't be long until the marines, and Da'tha along with them, learnt that this titanic warrior was their Primarch...their Gene-Father...and known as Lion El'Jonson.

Upon the return of Lion the First Legion was renamed the Dark Angels and their home planet changed to the knightly Caliban. The marines became a symbol of the Imperium, the first angels of death of the Emperor. Da'tha remained a Stormwing infantry marine and a steadfast member of the Dark Angels. It was as part of this newly named legion that he fought alongside his brothers, alongside his gene-father. He fought during the Compliance of Molech in 869.M30, at the age of 157, and between 887 and 890.M30 he even fought in the closing years of the Rangdan Xenocides. It was during these years, between 175 and 178 years of age, that Da'tha first saw the relentless power of the Imperial titans. He fought alongside them and felt their destructive power first hand, a power that gave him a quiet respect to the titanic machines...a respect that he still holds to this day.

### The Start of The End

For just over another century, one hundred and ten years to be specific, Da'tha served with his legion across the galaxy and against countless foes. Many of the foes he faced in battle have developed into nothing more then myths to the 42nd millennium and the battles he fought in have become legendary tales of angels and demons. However, at the dawn of the thirty first millennium a new war started...a war like no other. This great war would become known as the Horus Heresy as the years progressed and would see cousin fight cousin, primarchs fall and, by its end, even the Emperor himself.

It was during the first year of this great war that Da'tha fell into a battalion commanded by his Primarchs second in command...a great and powerful marine known simply as Luther. Luther was a marine of legend, a marine who had come to the legion shortly after its primarch, and one that held a history with the parimarch they refused to discuss. In Da'tha's eyes Luther was one of the best warriors he had ever met and one who's view and actions in the galaxy was just what it needed.

For nine years Da'tha fought alongside Luther across the galaxy...for nine long years he waas a noble knight at Luther's command. It was due to this that when that fateful day in 005.M31 came Da'tha fought at Luther's side; Da'tha fought at the Destruction of Caliban. He saw the first salvo fired to orbit, he witnessed the the Lion's landing and he hid as the world burned when the two mighty warriors, Lion and Luther, clashed in a battle for the ages.

He had no other choice than to hide as the fortress fell around him, great blocks of stone big enough to crush even an astartes, psychic fires raged and marines died in scores. However, Da'tha survived as he hid and waited, striking out at any loyal marine who dared to walk to near to him. Eventually a sound, a tearing impossible screaming, ripped through the air. Beyond the planet, beyond all reality, beings of power beyond comprehension turned their eyes towards Caliban that day. As their eyes fell upon the planet a series of powerful warp storms tore through reality.

The storms seemed to actively search out for any marine who had fought alongside Luther, those who had fallen to the dark and ruinous powers of Chaos. Among these marines was one, one who had been born on Terra in the 712th year of the thirtieth millennium...a marine known as Da'tha "The Fallen" Armaros. These marines who were pulled away from Caliban were forced deep into the warp and scattered out again over time and space.

### Solitary Years

Da'tha was spat out on the other side of the galaxy but at a time only a few days after when he was pulled into the Warp. Thus Da'tha became a member of The Fallen Angels a hunted warrior who travelled the galaxy at the whim of dark powers beyond his own. While many of the Fallen Angels were hunted down by the still loyal members of the Dark Angels and executed, after intense interrogation, Da'tha himself survived for centuries on the run.

For six hundred and sixty seven years Da'tha travelled the galaxy on a small ship, a ship he had aquired from a traveling merchant, and with a small group of mortal allies. The allies consisted of; cultists, fallen guardsman, a pilot and a small selection of other corrupted beings. Da'tha carried out the dark god's orders across the galaxy all while remaining subtle and under the radar of the pursuing Dark Angel forces.

### Black Years

Even as he avoided the Dark Angels Da'tha was aware that he couldn't survive by indefinitely himself in a galaxy that wanted to see him eviscerated. It was a few months after this realisation truly settled in that Da'tha met them.

A legion of marines clad in armour of ebon black and commanded by a towering beast of an astartes who wielded weapons of a primarch. The great Black Legion of Abaddon who stormed across the galaxy as a single unstoppable force. A powerful legion who in 682.M31, at nine hundred and seventy years old, Da'tha found himself joining. Shedding the white power armour he had worn for almost a millennium Da'tha repainted it in the inken black of his new Legion as he entered under the command of Abaddon.

Thus for another seven hundred and ninety six years, until he was one thousand seven hundred and sixty six years of age , Da'tha served as a tactical marine for the Black Legion across the galaxy. During this time Da'tha made a name for himself as a wickedly smart, and brutally effective warrior who was willing to gun down any being without a seconds thought but also willing to throw himself into harms way if it gave the Legion an advantage.

### Thus Twice Fallen

That name Da'tha made for himself led to a dark day for the galaxy in 478.M32. At the age of one thousand seven hundred and sixty six Da'tha was brought before the Master of Possession for a dark and wholly evil ritual.

Eight potent blood trophies had been collected by Da'tha, guided by voices and visions that came to him and him alone. These trophies were laid before the Master of Possession by Da'tha aboard *The Shining Arrow*, a great void ship that Da'tha has stormed through years prior to claim his first trophy...the disembowelled body of the ship's rogue trader captain.

Laying out the trophies into the eight points star of the Chaos sigil the dark ritual began. The air was instantly filled with chants, litanies and hymns of the darkest tones, shifting tones spoken in the Dark Tongue of Chaos. The end of each litany saw a lashing out of a psychic warp-blade across the bare throat of one of the trophies. Starting first with those deceased and ending with the three who had been brought in alive and where bound upon the floor; an Astartes Captain, an Eldar Harlequin, and the chief remembrancer of a titanic library ship.

As Da'tha stood, soaked in crimson blood, in the centre of the grizzly sigil he raised his great corrupted combat knife and slowly pushed it through his armour and into the flesh below it. As his skin itched like it was home to countless bugs, his eye burned like he looked into the heart of a star, and his mind ached as thousands of warp creatures battled to take control of the marine. However, the blade gently pushing against the flesh of his stomach allowed Da'tha to focus through the onslaught and keep his mind on the task at hand.

Finally, as a strange and unknowable entity settled into his mind Da'tha was once again over come with an intense blinding pain. His body started to twist and mutate as the powers of the warp sunk its fingers into the man. However, unlike some of the possessed, Da'tha mentally fought back against the creeping control. As the entity wrapped around his mind Da'tha tore it off and threw it into the back, as it sunk its claws into his soul Da'tha sliced the hand off, and as the entity whispered dark promises he roared back that he was a marine and he wasn't going to bow to such a lowly creature.

Slowly raising from the floor Da'tha started to chuckle as a new power flowed through his form, through his armour, and through his weapons. He was a possessed...a Tormented of the Black Legion...Da'tha had thus twice fallen to the powers of Chaos.

### Founding in Blood

Da'tha fought as a Black Legion possessed marine within The Tormented warband for almost a century. During that century Da'tha was part of the brutal squad of marines who launched that original assault on the planet that would eventually become known as The Crimson Heart.

The squad fought under the Black Legion banner as they massacred their way through the weakly held fortress. They had struck in the dead of night, while the only the night watch was ready for combat, and Da'tha fought at their head with brutal efficiency. Even as the astartes waded through blood and death the defenders scrambled to grab weapons and armour in some febal attempt to defend their land. However, within minutes the six Black Legion marines had taken the fortress and thus the planet.

As the leader of the squad that had taken the fortress in the name of Abaddon Da'tha was placed in command and thus was charged with holding the planet for the Black Legion. Thus he did as his master commanded. However, as he held the fortress, and the planet, over the years Da'tha became more and more disillusioned by Abaddon and the Black Legion...even more a voice started to speak to him from somewhere beyond reality.

The voice spoke of power, it spoke of respect and it spoke of a life unbound by the will of a marine who bared no second thought for his survival. The voice led Da'tha through the galaxy and to a number of marines, from warbands and chapters both loyalist and heretical. Da'tha brought these fifteen marines under a new banner a banner that saw them step away from their old bonds and into the order that would soon become known as The Foretoken.

In 409.M33 Da'tha returned to The Crimson Heart, yet again at the head of a band of warriors. Fifteen astarte warriors, and a small number of doomed mortals, appeared within the fortress already in the motions of battle. In one moment a coordinated strike against each and every commanding officer who held residence within the fortress. That was how the First Battle of The Foretoken was won and how The Crimson Heart fell under their command. That great and terrible battle was the reason that it is commonly said that The Foretoken was founded in blood.

### By His Black Hand

The Foretoken was founded when Da'tha was 2,697 years of age and for over a millennium he ruled and commanded the order with an iron fist, his claws the symbol of is office. That was until he was 3,894 when he gained the weapon that would become the symbol of who he was. Da'tha, and two full Blades of the Fortoken, had been waging battle on a planet when it happened.

With a deafening boom, and deep within their mists landed a golden drop pod that soon cracked opened to reveal three members of the Corpse Emperor's golden angels. The Foretoken instantly went from the force that were decimating with ease to the one forced onto the defensive back foot. Instantly Da'tha started to shout commands out to his forces a defensive wall of warriors was quickly set up as Da'tha shouted out to the librarians and chaplains to begin the darkest ritual in their tomes. They were to summon the darkest entities they could immediatly and unrestrained. Thus they did.

However, deep within the back of Da'tha's mind a voice had told him that a summoning conducted at this time, at this location, by these people would save the Foretoken and see their golden foe chased off. As the ritual conducted a sound like tearing bone and viscera filled the air four greater daemons appeared on the field of battle. Four daemons, one from each of the four gods, appeared to fight alongside the Foretoken against these foes. Once again Da'tha and his forces went on the offensive, one of the Custodes even falling under an onslaught from the Tzeentchian Daemon the Foretoken Honour Guard and Da'tha himself. The death of this Custodes would see Da'tha gain the Guardian Spear that he would wield into every battle from that moment forth. With one custodian felled, and the other two vanishing from the battle to recover and prepare to launch a counter offencive the Foretoken vanished from the planet, through a warp portal ripped into reality. The four daemons were left on the planet, their fate unknown until they returned years later.

Today Da'tha holds one more symbol of his office Namutar, his chimera. This was gained almost two millenium after his spear, in 012.M36 when he was 5,300 years of age. How the beast came under Da'tha's command is known by all but himself and it is a secret he would never reveal. However, the pair fight side by side, Namutar under the loose command of Da'tha, and by his black hand they both saw victory upon victory.

### Currently

The current year is 008.M42, Da'tha is 11,296 years of age and still ruling the Foretoken with an iron fist and a brutal efficency. Furthermore, the Dark sovereign has no intention of releasing his grip on the order any time soon.

## Appearance

Da'tha has physically bonded with his suit of mark IV power armour. Some have reached the, understandable, conclusion that the man is physically unable to remove any part of his armour below his helmet. However, he is able to remove his customised helmet. The helmet is, in fact, more of a mouth piece then a full helmet. Made of a single hinged piece composing of his old helmet and a golden face plate Da'tha's helmet reveals a number of mutations that the touch of the Warp has caused. The most obvious is the fact that from his eyebrows to the crown of his head is made from a solid piece of a strange, bone appearing, material. The next is the single large, slightly curved horn that raises up from the edge of his frontal bone and ends in a razor sharp point, this sits next to a sharp toothed maw that can be found spouting from the edge of Da'tha skull, a maw that occasionally whispers dark utterances into the warrior's ear. Next is his marines two eyes, only one of which is visible with his helmet on, both of the eyes are extremely pale blue, practically white, that give him the appearance of possibly being blind.

Although, if Da'tha does remove his helmet, the strange skin of the Dark Sovereign is revealed. A strange pale and iridescent grey, clearly caused by the corrupting torch of the warp, Da'tha's skin is almost transparent in its appearance. However, if someone were get close enough to get a studious look they would notice that the skin is not in fact as transparent as it appeared by covered in barely visible patters that seem to shift and change with the light. The removal of his helm would also reveal Da'tha's mouth. More of a maw then a true mouth it is filled with razor sharp fangs, and brutally strong teeth, capable of ripping through most materials they give the Dark Soverign the appearance of some feral beast yearning for it's next kill. This is further amplified by the fact that Da'tha's mouth seems to be bordering on too wide for the face it sits in. Most obvious when Da'tha smiles, although he rarely finds himself doing so. The smile pulls at the edge of his mouth revealing both the razor sharp teeth and the wide mouth that seems almost serpentine in nature.

However, the aspect of Da'tha that is most noticeable and most often noticed first is found on his back. Sprouting from his shoulder blades are two fourteen and a half feet wings, that are most often pulled tight against his back so as not to get in his way, although they still protrude and are still clearly obvious. However, the wings both possess a rich iridescent, almost galaxy-like, colouration that constantly shifts through multiple varied colour spectrums.

When it comes to his armour Da'tha wears a suit of mutated suit of Mark IV Maximus power armour. Still holding the pitch black colouration of the Black Legion, and The Tormented, Da'tha has placed a custom black and gold daemon head pauldron atop his left arm, and a shattered Iron Halo atop his power pack. From his belt Da'tha has hung a small aged bone skull, three more are embedded into his left leg. Above the three skulls can be found a panel of multi coloured ceramite and below it can be found Da'tha's large cybernetic left leg. His left arm holds a large set of razor sharp golden adamantium claws, three from the knuckles, and one from each finger. Moreover, each golden claw crackles with a barely contained power field.

Finally Da'tha carries with him three objects that are never far from his grasp. The first is a sheet of leathery Chimera skin hung loosely from his right pauldron by four spiked black chains. The next is found at the base of his plackart, a set of chimera teeth that has been literally fused with the ceramite forming the armour plate. Finally, is Da'tha's prized and primary weapon; A golden guardian spear, ripped from the dead hands of a member of the Emperor's golden guard. Razor sharp the blade is coated in a flickering purple flame that burns through both an enemies flesh, and their very soul.

## Personality

Da'tha is a cold, some claim, emotionless man who would prefer to silently observe the Foretoken members go about their day then interact with them and their frivolous worries. However, to say that the man doesn't get involved in the day to day of the Foretoken couldn't be farer from the truth.

While he would rather simply observe the order Da'tha often finds himself having to get involved in the daily goings-on. When he does the man comes across as cold, calculating and very protective of the Foretoken. This protective nature is aimed towards the Foretoken as an organisation, and not the individual members themselves. Da'tha has been known to sacrifice members, or groups of members, to save the Foretoken as a whole on many occasions, and has even personally executed a number of members if they threatened the Foretoken.

While some people may disagree about Da'tha's overall goals, or his view of the world, one thing they can all agree on is getting on the wrong side of the Dark Soverign would be beyond stupid. Not only does Da'tha command the full might of the Foretoken he has a fiery temper, and brutal nature when he needs it. Moreover, the marine has been known to hold on to vendettas for decades, centuries, or, in some occasions, even longer.

In combat Da'tha falls fully into his cold, calculating nature. Operating with brutal efficiency Da'tha strides through the battlefield, with his honour guard close at his side. He moves in a fluid, energy consering, motion that propels him with speed through whatever hell he finds himself and deviates only from this motion when he weapons or his commands are needed.

## Abilities and Traits

Da'tha is a man of fire and blood. He has had millennium to hone his craft and his skill with blade and bolter is highly refined. Able to cut someone down with his spear without breaking a sweat Da'tha is a fluid, speedy, and relentless combatant. However, he is also the Dark Sovereign of the Foretoken. It is due to this role that Da'tha has developed a surprising amount of skill when it comes to diplomacy. While he is able to fight alongside any of the Foretoken, and hold his own without struggle, he has also proven time and time again that he is able to talk down enemies and barter peace when the need arises.

Moreover, Da'tha's gifts from the Dark Gods have given him a number of other abilities that he utilises on a semi-regular basis. First is the fact that Da'tha possesses the ability to fly. Powered by the two large wings that spread out from Da'tha's back, with a touch of warp manipulation, the marine is able to fly at speed up to 90mph, or over 100mph in a dive. Moreover, Da'tha's gifts have given him access to the full might of the Immaterium. Able to access a wide range of the psychic possibilities Da'tha prefers to use Chronomancy, bending time itself to his will. Da'tha can bend more then time to his will...he is able to bend peoples will as well. With the Voice of The Dark Sovereign Da'tha can announce his intentions and those who hear it are compelled to obey. Furthermore, has a number of smaller abilities; increased senses, regeneration, increased bite force and resistance against mind alternating abilities.

Da'tha is also a skilled tactician. He is able to lead a small squad, both in the open field and through urban environments without issue. However, he is also able to lead large groups, including full divisions, in the same environments. With groups of warriors under his command Da'tha is able to place units where they are most needed and where they are most useful. Da'tha's favourite environment to fight within is a dense urban environment with a small squad of warriors. He prefers this due to the quick nature of the battles and the intensity of any contacts one might meet.

## Mutations

* **Wings of Eternity** - The most obvious mutation that Da'tha possesses are the two titanic wings that sprout from his shoulder blades. Fourteen and a half feet in wingspan, but normally kept pulled tight against his back, the wings possess an iridescent, almost galaxy-like, colouration that seems to constantly shift through multiple colour spectrums.
* **Unbound Allegiance** - Da'tha is untethered from any allegiance but those he forms himself. The anarchy of freedom is what resides within the mind of the Dark Sovereign and so he can never be bound to any being or entity. No one, but the strongest entities, are able to control Da'tha's mind, movements, or thoughts unless he wills it to be so.
* **Fangs of The Juggernaut** - Although they are rarely seen, due to Da'tha more often than not wearing his helmet, Da'tha's posses a set of razor sharp fangs and highly enhanced teeth. Each fang is powerful enough to slice through flesh and metal as easy as the other, and self sharpening. His other teeth have extremely enhance strength, durability, cutting/grinding power and all thirty two of his teeth continuously replace material lost through abrasion. These mutations come with an extremely enhanced bite strength.
* **Nanobacterial Blood** - Through Da'tha's veins flows a thick brown ichor filled with microscopic bacteria that swarm around every cell. This ichor carries increased oxygen, aids the Larraman's Organ in clotting, and proves regenerative functions across his body. While Da'tha's regeneration is clearly no where near as quick as those of a primarch he can recover from injuries that would normally take hours to do so to a matter of minutes.
* **Serpentine Maw** - Da'tha's jaw, while possessing a bite force that puts man predators to shame, possesses an almost serpentine joint. This joint allows the man to open his jaw extremely wide, wider then any human should ever be able to. This allows Da'tha to bite down on objects far larger than he would normally have been able to get his teeth around.
* **Voice of The Dark Sovereign** - Da'tha has a voice that is able to inherently command any and all who hear it, any apart from the strongest of wills. When he calls upon the Voice of The Dark Sovereign Da'tha's voice drops into a deep tone, slightly tinged at the edge by some strange power, and some swear they can here another voice playing at the edge of their hearing...somewhere just within their hearing.

## Gifts of Chaos

* **Daemonic Name** - Da'tha's true name, his daemon name, has been revealed to him by the dark power beyond reality. Unpronounceable by mortal tongue the daemon name of Da'tha is as ancient as the Warp itself. Existing long before Da'tha was a glimmer in the eyes of his mortal parents, the name will exist long after the dust of his form is scattered to the winds.
* **Strings of The Warp** - One of Da'tha's most used gifts is one he has named the Strings of The Warp. From Da'tha a multitude of impossible unfindable strings spread out into the Immaterium. It is through these strings that Da'tha is able to manipulate the Immaterium to his will...making it perform like a puppet. This gift gave Da'tha the power of psychic manipulation, it made him a psyker, specialising in, but not limited to, chronokinesis. While Da'tha's psychic power is shadowed by that of the Foretoken's two Chief Librarian's he certainly isn't anything to sniff at.
* **Mind of Blood** - Da'tha's mind is highly resistant, above the norm for an astartes, to any form of infiltration, probing or reading. Anyone who attempts is met with a blinding pain, as if they had been burnt from the inside out, and a piercing mental scream as they are thrown out of Da'tha's mind and back into their own. While Da'tha's resistance is highly increased his mind isn't impenetrable, strong entities/beings can still fracture it although the marine and the daemon within will certainly fight back
* **Adamantine Immunity** - Da'tha is immune to practically any and all diseases, viruses, bacterias and fungi. This is to a level above even those of a normal marine, it has been said he may be immune to them all but that has never been proven...and in his own words; is likely a drastic stretching of the truth.
* **One Thousand and One Senses** - Millennium ago Da'tha was gifted with an entirely new, widely spread, and previously unheard of collection of new and amazing senses. What these senses truly allow Da'tha to experience is unknown, possibly even to Da'tha himself. However, what is known is that the lowest sense that the man was gifted makes the ones he was born with appear as nothing more than a match to a great burning star.
* **Mark of Chaos Undivided** - A glyph carved into the flesh of Da'tha's back shows that Da'tha has been claimed by chaos undivided. This shows that his prayers may be answered by chaos undivided, altough that isn't always the case and often isn't.
* **Temporal Distortion** - Time around Da'tha is strange, its highly altered to that of the normal flow. This means that Da'tha can never be effected by any changes to the time flow, for he lives in a time flow that is all his own. Moreover, Da'tha is able to manipulate this time as he sees needed. He has been known to speed time around himself and vanish from an area...only to appear behind a Foretoke brother as they plot against the organisation.

## Equipment

### Armour

* **A Mutated Suit of Mark IV Maximus Power Armour** - Before his fall to Chaos Da'tha clad himself in a suit of Mark Four Maximus armour. However, during his time in service to Chaos this very same suit of armour had become twisted, corrupted and almost unrecognisable. Appearing as a strange mixture as three separate helms the helmet is the most different. However, even Da'tha's pauldron have been corrupted by the touch of the Dark Ones
* **Broken Iron Halo** - A ring shaped halo mounted on Da'tha's powerpack and positioned just above his helm. Although it has a chunk missing from it, and a bend in the bone like metal, the halo produces a protective conversion field around Da'tha.

### Used Weapons

* **Spear of Q'arss** - One of Da'tha's primary weapons is a guardian spear wielded within his right hand. Ripped from the dead hands of a member of the Emperor's golden guard the spear has been corrupted and twisted by the forces of Chaos. It's razor sharp blade is sheathed in a flickering purple flame that appears to burn an entities soul as the blade bisects their body. The attached bolt caster utilises a brutal variation of the Inferno Bolt Rounds. Burying into the target the bolts detonate with a explosive ball of fire.
* **Lightning Claw** - Worn on Da'tha's left hand is a deadly, and crackling lightning claw. Three golden adamantium claws protrude from the knuckles, and one curved claw extends from each finger. When in combat each claw crackles with a barely contained power field that makes slicing through armour and flesh as easy as cutting butter with a hot running chain sword.
* **A Chaos Bolt Pistol** - A bolt pistol used by Da'tha since a time before he fell to the forces of chaos. Millennium of service to the Dark Powers have seen this weapon twisted and corrupted into a pistol that hungers for the next kill and thrums with the hatred of Da'tha himself.
* **Combat Knife**
* **Frag/Krak Grenades**

### Munitions

* **Implosion Rounds** - Da'tha's primary ammunition each implosion round contains an infinitesimally small amount of antimatter held in suspension at its centre. However, when the suspension field is broke the round creates a fatal vacuum sucking in all that's around. However, like the normal bolt shell these rounds activate through their mass-reactive core. It is due to this reason that they partially bury into their target before the anti-matter is released and the implosion occurs.
* **Inferno Bolt Rounds** - Da'tha utilises his own version of the Imperial Inferno bolt round. Like a normal bolt shell these rounds bury themselves partly into their target before they detonate. However, unlike the normal bolt shell, these round contain multiple unique chemical compounds that are mixed when they explode. On mixing these chemical create an explosion of superheated chemical fire gel that clings to an opponent. In Da'tha's standard pistol magazine every first and last round is an inferno bolt round.
* **Custom Metal Storm Rounds** - One of Da'tha's most brutal rounds is the custom metal storm frag round. Unlike the normal round these are specifically designed to eviscerate groups of lightly-armoured targets. The metal storm round detonates a moment before connecting with their target and releases a cloud of monofilament shrapnel that is able to shred through flesh, bone and even flak armour with ease.

### Chimera Trophy

* **Skin** - Da'tha has draped the flesh of his hunted Chimera over his right pauldron, obscuring but not completely hiding his old warband markings
* **Jaw** - Da'tha actually carries two trophies on his armour. The second of these is part of the Chimera's upper jaw, complete with teeth, fused to the bottom edge of his abdomen armour.
* **Namutar** - A trophy that Da'tha claimed aeons ago and still holds to this day, Namutar is unique in the aspect that no one has been able to claim a trophy in anyway similar. The reason for this is that Namutar isn't a component of a Chimera like the trophies owned by other member's of Foretoken; Namutar is a full living Chimera bound to the will of the Dark Sovereign. How such a wild and feral creature has been bound to Da'tha is unknown to all but him and he isn't one to share. Although Namutar may have been bound to Da'tha isn't to say she has lost her feral and deadly nature...if Da'tha wills it, or if someone rubs her the wrong way, Namutar is more then capable of, and willing to, tear someone limb from limb. Measuring 17'3" from the ground to her shoulder, and 28 feet long from tail to snout, Namutar is slightly larger than the average Chimera but significantly smaller than the largest ever recorded.

## Relations

### Rivals/Enemies

* **The Deathwatch**
* **The Loyalists**
* **Abaddon The Despoiler** (Possibly)
* **Black Legion** (Possibly)

## Quotes

### By:

"*He may command the disgraced into battle but I would fight beside him without hesitation. His past, although unique and questionable bares no impact on his service or his loyalties to the Foretoken. However, I always keep my knife close to hand...just in case he gets too familiar.*"
— In reference to the Foretoken's current Iron Master.