Mordechai Hiram Ainsijamon

Armorial of the Exorcists Chapter.

**Mordechai Hiram Ainsijamon** is a veteran Adeptus Astartes belonging to the 13th 'Dark Founding' Chapter known simply as the Exorcists. However, over a century ago the man was taken from his chapter, at the order of the great chapter master, and seconded to the Chamber Militant of the Ordo Xenos, the legendary Deathwatch. It wasn’t unusual for an Exorcist to be sent to stand a vigil in the Long Watch. However, for a veteran Epistolary of the first company's Enochian Guard was something not many thought they would live to see.

For over a century Brother Ainsijamon has dutifully served the Deathwatch. Again, and again his actions upon the battlefield have proven that his Chapter Master made the correct decision to send him. He has cut down Tyranids, torn asunder Orks and smashed Eldar beneath his titanic ceramite boots. To his kill team Mordechai is an invaluable asset. Clad in terminator armour he is able to wade into the heat of battle, a powerful psyker he can rain the Emperor’s fury down, and a marine of the Exorcists he is a nigh on expert on fighting off the grasp of the warp.

## History

Clan Aliitsal was, and still is, a powerful collection of families that lives on the wide feral planes of the planet Banish within the Narasima Straits of the Ultima Segmentum. Just like most other clans Aliitasal keeps a family of shamans within its orders. These shamans ensure the clans spiritual needs are met, are said to face the enemy with courage given to them from beyond and that when the Golden God comes for them that they are ready to greet him. However, Clan Aliitsal's Shaman family is something else...They had the Ainsijamon family.

The Ainsijamon family had been shamans for millennium, and it is said that on the battlefield they fight with a fury like no other. To this ancient family was born a son. A strange young boy who was vastly different from his entire shamanistic family. Where his family where wispy and agile but always at the center of the crowds, their son was a towering boy, clad in thick ropes of muscle. However, he would always be found on the fringes of group and almost always seemed to be in deep thought on one thing or another. This son, this veritable wall of a lad, destined for great things, was soon to be named Mordechai.

Mordechai had a unique, but not wholly unusual childhood. He spent the early years of his life living and training to one day become a Shaman; like his father before him and his father before him. However, just like every member of the clan the young lad was trained in the art of battle. The clan protected its members but in turn its member protected the clan. Almost every member took to the sword or spear as their weapon of choice and almost every shaman took to the dagger. Mordechai, however, almost instantly knew that he would never be the kind of person to use a sword. His weapon choice lay in the battle axe. A titanic weapon that could as easily win a war as cleave a man in twain.

On the eve of Mordechai's ninth birth day his clan came under siege. A rival clan descended from the mountains blades in hand and war cries spewing forth. The defences of Clan Aliitsal's camp were quickly penetrated even as the warriors picked up their blades. Mordechai, although young, was ready to aid in the protection of his clan. He quickly raised out of bed and ran towards the armoury. Pulling his battle axe off the rack he swiftly returned to the front lines.

As he neared the raging battle Mordechai's eyes fell upon his father. The man was stood, sword in hand as he shouted out to the men before him.

"Keep fighting! The Golden God protects and shall bring us victory! Our ancestors smile down up..." His words where cut short as an arrow slammed into his shoulder. The man's eyes widened as he look down at the shaft protruding from the soft flesh of his shoulder. "Oh..."

Mordechai's voice caught in his throat as his hand tightened around the handle of his axe. However, he wasn't blinded the blood red rage he had expected to feel. Instead an almost perfect calm came across him as he started to run. He could hear every thump of his boot against the ground, he could feel the blood coursing through his body and could feel every grain of the rough leather in his hand.

The young boy reached his father's side just as a foe swung his sword around in to the elder's side. Mordechai let out a roar of focus as he heft the large axe around. The axe was sized for the young boy but it was by no means a small weapon. This was a fact that the boys enemy quickly found out. The sharpened metal blade slammed into his stomach. A second later it easily forced its way through the leather armour and the soft flesh bellow it. For a number of hours the young boy fought and helped slaughter the foes who had come to his home.

As the battle came to an end a blood covered Mordechai was sat in the dirt and blood of the ground trying to catch his breath. He had seen his father dragged to the back of the lines by the medics and was sure he would be aided. Suddenly the boy was draped in shadows and a chill ran up his spine. Instantly his hand tightened around his axe and he shot to his feet turning to face the next battle.

However, he looked not into the face of an angered foe, not into the face of a worried friend but into the deep red helmeted face of an angel of the Golden God. The young boy froze, his axe still raised, as his jaw jaw dropped. There was an angel looking down at him from behind the emotionless helmet.

"M...my lord?"

A voice came from behind the helmet. A deep rumbling voice that comforted the young lad but at the same time sent a chill through his bones. "Boy. You have been chosen. Come with me to begin your induction"

Mordechai knew that he should go and ensure his family and his clan had emerged from the battle but he knew that no one denied the orders of a Red Angel. With his axe still in hand and blood still coating his flesh the young boy followed the Angel towards the great Basilica Malefex.

Within the armoured walls of the legendary fortress monastery the young Mordechai, along with his recruitment battalion, where put through the brutal and extensive selection process. However, Mordechai's training was harder and far more brutal than most of his peers. During the genetic screening each Neophyte was required to under go it was found that the boy was one of the mythological Psykers. This led to the boy being trained, not only in the art of the chapters combat, but how to utilize his powers and control his own mind.

Eventually, after almost a year, of training Mordechai was taken in front of the chapter's top Chaplin's and made to kneel in the center of the armoured chamber. The boys heart was practically pounding out of his chest as he felt the barrels of innumerable bolters pointing at him. The voice of the chapters high chaplain rang out, echoing off the walls.

"Neophyte Ainsijamon you come before us today. We are to administer the ultimate test and ensure you are strong enough to become a Brother of the chapter. Prepare yourself."

Mordechai barely had time to bring his breathing under control before the chanting begun. Numerous voices, in perfect harmony and all directed towards him. The next thing Mordechai knew every muscle in his young body tensed up and his head snapped back. His vision went black as a maddening voice echoed in his mind. A voice like none he had ever heard before. Both deafening, and silent. Both singular, and many. Both all encompassing and no where at all. It spoke a language that Mordechai had never heard and one he knew like the back of his hand.

"Pitiful human...your mind and body belong to me. Submit to my touch and you shall hold power like no other."

Mordechai could not even think of responding to this entity. He focused his mind on nothing more than fighting off the terrible being. It felt like he did nothing more than mentally and physically battle the possession of the entity for days on end. However, no more than twelve hours past before the inquisition team who had been stood in the chamber set about expelling the foul presence from the young boy.

Just like every other Neophyte who had passed through the halls of the Basilica Malefex Mordechai had not only been forced to under go a powerful daemonic possession but he had survived to tell the tale. An maddening mental eternity of battling the claws of a daemon had brought him here. A stronger man, a better man, a true blooded Astartes.

For a century Mordechai served as a dedicated librarian to the Exorcist chapter. He served in battles all across the galaxy and fought in wars against all the Imperium foes. His blade was bloodied and his flesh wounded again and again. After almost a mortal lifetime of service the man was brought before his captain and presented with the rank of veteran. Had served in countless battles across uncountable planets. He had seen war in all forms and still he lived to tell the tale. With the rank of Veteran weighing on his shoulder the man was anointed with a suit of holy terminator armour and returned to march with his squad once more into battle.

Clad in his new, and most holy, suit of armour, with his new rank as Terminator Librarian of the Exorcist chapter and with his squad at his side Mordechai once more entered into service for his chapter. For five long decades the Marine served tirelessly and without fear. He fought xenos, daemon and human alike. With his great axe and psychic force the man cut a swathe through the Emperors foes and over the years the man truly became a terrifying vision for any foe who may bare witness.

Finally, in the mid years of his second century of life Mordechai was sent to stand vigil on his first Long Watch with the Ordo Xeno's venerated Deathwatch. He was sent by his captain, along with two of his brothers, to further their already substantial abilities and return to the chapter with new and ancient tactics. His brothers served ten years each in the Deathwatch but Mordechai, ever striving to further himself, served twenty years. For twenty years the man stood vigil in the long watch; He fought along side his brothers and his cousin. He scourged the xenos filth from the Emperor's great galaxy. And he learnt every scrap of knowledge he could.

With his first vigil in the Long Watch completed and his mind filled with new and intricate tactics Mordechai returned to his chapter, a sergeant in charge of a squad numbering ten of his brothers. The marine once more strode into battle, axe in hand and an iron clad loyalty in his heart. For forty years the bother fought on the surface of the most desolate planets in the galaxy, in the streets of the most luxurious pleasure worlds and in the deepest tunnels of hive worlds the galaxy over. However, even after two hundred and ten years of loyal service to the Imperium, it was within the metallic caverns of a great forge word that Mordechai first proved himself...at least that is how he tells it.

Mordechai's full company had been dropped onto the planet to push back a daemon insurgency, or at least hold it off until a more fitting force could arrive to aid. The battle had been raging on for almost a full week before the Exorcists arrived and the daemons had taken a strong foot hold and the guardsmen had taken heavy losses. However, the arrival of such a specialist chapter was sure to turn the tides of war.

For almost four hours the chapter tirelessly pushed forward. They slaughtered the foe, and banished those they could not best in combat. The time had come for a final push towards the landing point of their reinforcement's. Mordechai pushed forward with his squad. Their weapons blazed as they gun downed the daemon's that charged at them. Suddenly the sensors in the marine's helmet picked up on another squad naught but a few meters away.

This squad was no mere group of assault brothers however. This squad was none other than the Exorcists legendary chapter master and his most esteemed honour guard. Even after Mordechai's two centauries of service he was stuck into silence by the power and grace his Chapter Master fought with. However, now was not the time to admire the warrior as he powered through the daemon hoards.

Although, something else caught his attention. As he tore his eyes away from the Chapter Master they fell up on the snarling maw of a towering Khornite Bloodthirster. A blood thirster that currently had its head down and was charging towards the Chapter Master and his guard. The group where so wrapped up in trying to bring down a Bloodcrusher and a squad of blood letters. Mordechai instantly activated his vox and tried to make contact with the Chapter master...to no avail. The message seemed to go through but no response came.

Mordechai knew he had no choice...there was only one thing he could do. Pulling upon the force of the warp he spoke aloud as his squad turned to see what the marine had spotted.

"Imperatoris da mihi vires."

With a bellow of exertion the titanic terminator started to lumber forward. In the blink of an eye every muscle in the man's body started to scream; huge ropes of muscle where pushed to their limit as Mordechai tried to heave his armour forward. He had no time to wait, he had no time to relax and he had no time to slow. With ground shaking beneath his thundering foot fall he continued to accelerate. Mordechai's armour, of course, slowed him down but his strength, his intensely focused mind and the powers of the warp pushed him forward.

Onwards he continued to run. The joints of his armour started to grind and smoke as he neared his target. Mordechai could feel the fibres of his muscles and the strands of his ligaments start to stretch and snap under the strain. However, he still didn't stop. As he closed in on the charging Bloodthirster Mordechai dropped his shoulder and put everything he hand into stopping it. First his arms started to wrap around the lower abdomen of the beast, next his shoulder planet into his stomach as he drove, not back but up, with every ounce of his enhanced strength.

Everything he was, everything he had Mordechai put into the impact. Every ounce of strength went into pushing this mammoth beast off its feet and onto to the floor. His titanic armoured shoulder dug into the beasts sternum. Mordechai's legs tensed as he drove up and attempted to lift the titanic beast off its feet. Luckily for Mordechai the Bloodthirster's momentum lifted him up over the terminators head and down hard onto its back behind him.

It took Mordechai a second to turn around and launch himself back towards the daemon. The beast was slowly starting to rise up off the ground but the sudden, almost ton of, weight kneeling on its chest put a stop to that. Without thinking Mordechai dropped his axe and raised his fist back before bringing it slamming down into the beast's face. Again and again the titanic ceramite covered fist slammed into the beast as Mordechai chanted one banishment ritual after another.

Suddenly, under Mrodechai's knees, something shifted. A hand shot up and locked around the warrior's throat, directly under his helmet. A moment later a second clawed hand raised up and tore the helmet from off Mordechai's head, snapping the seals like they were nothing more than paper. Slowly raising up off the ground the beast lifted Mordechai up off the ground by nothing more than his throat. Slowly drawing its razor sharp claw across Mordechai's exposed face the beast opened a gnarled and jagged wound right down his cheek.

"You really thought you could kill me...worm. Pathetic. I am war, I am violence, I am a chosen of the great blood god" The daemon roared a blood curdling laugh as the blood started to pour down Mordechai's face. "You will be sent to the great Khorne, dashed against the stones and torn limb from lib. Blood for the blood god..." The beast slowly dragged a finger through the blood that covered Mordechai's face "Skulls for the sk..."

The Bloodthirster was unable to finish as Mordechai interrupted.
Summoning all his strength Mordechai lifted an arm up and jammed the barrel of his storm bolter under the beast's chin. "Gloria Imperatoris you daemon f\*\*k." And he squeezed the trigger.

With a deafening roar the bolter leapt as hundreds of bolts flew from its barrel into the powerful skull of the beast before him. A fraction of a second later the rounds detonated. A powerful explosion ripped through the Bloodthirster's head. Shards of bone rocketed at Mordechai's face as the beasts hand tightened around his throat. A second later the hand relaxed and Mordechai was dropped to the ground. From the start of his charge to the death of the beast less than thirty seconds had ticked past.

Suddenly the man's ears were assaulted by a deafening sound as his squad, the honour guard and the chapter master himself opened fire to obliterate the beast and send him back to the warp. For almost five seconds nine astartes rained fire down onto the body of the beast. Gradually it died off however, and Mordechai was pulled to his feet by his chapter master.

It was only then that Mordechai realized his vision was split, something had rendered his right eye useless. He could still feel the boiling hot blood pouring down his face as a pain tore into his throat. Unknown to Mordechai a large chunk of the daemon's skull had imbedded itself into his eye and practically popped it. Calling an apothecary Mordechai was quickly dealt with as the chapter finally pushed to the landing zone. Only a few minutes later their reinforcements arrived. For a handful of hours the astartes continued to cleanse the planet before they finally left to return home.

Upon returning the Basilica Malefex Mordechai was pulled in front of the great Chapter Master and, in recognition of his actions, was offered a place within the legendary and most esteemed Enochian Guard...the honoured first company of the Exorcists. At the age of two hundred and thirty the newly promoted terminator librarian was brought into the most honoured company of his chapter.

The honour bestowed upon his was not an honour Mordechai ever took lightly. Every day he fought and every battle he survived the marine offered thanks to the Emperor and ensured that his brothers were taught everything, every scrap of experience and mote of knowledge, his years gave him. For a century the man, nigh the warrior, served alongside his brothers with experience, honour and the unending fury of the Emperor.

Most recently Mordechai has been sent to once again stand a vigil with the Deathwatch. The marine has stated again and again he will fight a century with the Deathwatch and return to his chapter with knowledge to teach for a century more and experience to pass on to the next generations. This he did but soon he returned to the Deathwatch. The man loved his chapter but always felt he was missing out on what there was to learn. Moreover, his great chapter always needed more information. So time and again Mordechai has returned to the Deathwatch to further his knowledge. Whenever he stands a vigil the marine feeds back his findings to the Exorcists, and explains them further on his return.

However, just over a century prior to the current year Mordechai was most honoured when he was approached by Watch Master Kyran Angevin. Watch Master Angevin approached with news that Mordechai was to become the next Chief Librarian of the Black Bastion. His current vigil will be extended and he would stand at the forefront of the chapters Librarium. Currently Mordechai is in his one hundred and seventy ninth year of his current Long Watch and swiftly approaching the next.

Every day that the Emperor grants him the astartes remembers all those who have fallen before him; Every librarian, every scout, every single battle brother who has fallen during and before his own long life. Every scrap of knowledge that he learns Mordechai records, both in the bastions tomes and in his own memory. With every scrap of knowledge he remembers Mordechai reflects upon the countless time's his vast knowledge has saved him, and those he is sworn to protect. Every foe that meets his blade cements the knowledge that what he does is for the good of the Imperium. And with every foe that meets it's cursed end by his hand Chief Librarian Mordechai Hiram Ainsijamon swears vengeance on a hundred, hundred more.

## Personality

Mordechai is a quiet man and can often be found deep in thought about a topic known only to him. His centuries of experience have taught him when best to hold his tongue and when to speak out. However, he is by no means an unsociable man. If one where to engage Mordechai in conversation they would find a jovial and upbeat Astartes who is quick with a joke and even quicker of wit. However, during his possession Mordechai learnt just how bad existence can truly be and its for this reason that he he is determined to live the best life he can.

Although this may be the fact, Mordechai knows just how dangerous loosing focus when using his abilities can be. When calling upon his psychic powers or engaging in combat Mordechai becomes silent and deadly focused on the task at hand. If one where to try and engage him at this time the marine would be quick to snap at them and many would say truly quite intimidating.

The loyal astartes are held close to Mordechai's heart and he is quick to ensure that they come through the other side of even the darkest times. The civilians of the Imperium, on the other hand, are not at the forefront of the man's mind. If he needs to sacrifice them to achieve his objective he will do just that. There is only one situation in which he will do anything to ensure that a civilian will escape. That situation, is one that would lead to the civilian falling to the possession of chaos. If he is unable to prevent this however, Mordechai would be the first to put a bolt through their skull.

## Physical Appearance

Mordechai, standing at seven foot and four inches, is on the taller side for a first born astartes. Even without his armour Mordechai cuts an imposing figure of muscle and sinew. However, while clad in his armour the man is a veritable giant towering above the primaris variation of his kin. This towering physique is equally matched by the thick ropes of muscle that bound Mordechai's body and prove just how powerful the man is.

Under his armour Mordechai is an older looking male, appearing to be in his late forties. His natural hair is deep black and completely straight. He used to wear it somewhat long to the nape of his neck, while living upon Banish his hair was often braided and decorated with beads and bones. However, since he joined the Astarte's librarian program Mordechai has taken to shaving his head completely to allow for better contacts for his psychic hood.

The man's left eye is a deep and rich milk chocolate brown. In a casual setting the eye is surprisingly warm for the face its set in. However, when in a situation that calls for focus the eye sets solid and become extremely focused on the task at hand. Instead of its normal flickering between different things the eye focus solely on what is before it. Mordechai's right eye however, is starkly different. Having lost it over a centaury ago Mordechai has replaced the eye with a intricate augmetic that ensures his vision remains. Made from a bone ivory metal the augmetic contains a bright red lense and seems to follow the same motion as a normal eye.

Finally, the man's skin is a rich and warm golden brown. Over the centuries it has become slightly wrinkled, specifically at the corners of his mouth and eyes and on his forehead between his brows. Moreover, he is covered with a number of scars and healed wounds. These are most prominently located on his forearms and his back, although they appear across his whole body. The most obvious scar he possesses is on his face. It is a relatively large but well healed scar that runs from the middle of his left cheek down to just left of the middle of Mordechai's chin.

## Abilities and Traits

Mordechai is practically an expert in the art of combatting daemons, both physically and mentally. He is a master in all six-hundred-and-sixty-six verses of the Ordo Malleus' *Liber Exorcismus*, an expert in a wide variety of daemons and their weaknesses and has become skilled in the use of unicursal hexagrams. Mordechai is also highly trained in a number of occult mental arts. These allow him to enter practically a trance-like state of consciousness in which he comes completely devoid of all fear and pain.

Moreover, due to his' ranked position within the Exorcist chapter Mordechai holds a close relationship with the Inquisition, specifically the Ordo Malleus. This, along with the close ties to the Ordo Xeno's that Mordechai has gained during his time within the Deathwatch, has given the man some modicum of sway in one of the most powerful organizations in the inquisition.

Finally, Mordechai's most powerful skill is his psychic abilities. Of course as an Astartes Librarian Mordechai has been extensively trained in the Librarius Discipline and those detailed in the Codex Astartes. He has received training in all of the librarian disciplines but during his early training the man has chosen to specialize in the powerful discipline of Geokinesis.

## Equipment

### Armour

* **Indomitus Pattern Tactical Dreadnought Armour**
* **Relic Chief Librarian Helmet**
* **Psychic Hood**
* **Rosarius**

### Used Weapons

* **Mark IIIc Pattern, Hecaton Variant Storm Bolter**
* **Wrist Mounted Storm Bolter**
* **Double Headed Great Force Axe**

### Munitions

* **Hellfire Rounds**
* **Krak Grenades**
* **Plasma Grenades**

### Augmetics

* **Psi-Booster**
* **Augmetic Right Eye**

## Relations

### Friends/Allies

* **Exorcists**
* **Deathwatch**
* **Ordo Malleus**
* **Ordo Xenos**