Description
He wears the same power armor as the rest of his battle-brothers - blood red with the symbol of his chapter, a teardrop shape with wings, and the emperor's sign on different places on his armor. Being a space marine, he stands twice as tall as regular man, and has several other advantages. He has a secondary heart, a third lung, enhanced eyes and ears, to name a few. Rafen mostly wears his helmet, unless protocol states otherwise.
Personality
Rafen is, like all Blood Angels, one that bears the flaw. In battle, this black rage gives them exceptional staying power. This flaw gnaws at the edges of their mind constantly, and in times of great stress it grows stronger. The Blood Angels have to constantly keep control of this lust for bloodshed, so they do not succumb to it. The Blood Angels that do succumb, via either a lack of willpower or vile trickery of the enemy, will believe themselves to be Sanguinius, their liege-lord, their chapter's primarch, in his fight against Horus in the Horus heresy. As they do not see reality clearly, the ones that did succumb are sent to the Death Company. Death Company strike groups exist of a chaplain to lead the group, the only one of them who has not succumbed.
Equipment
As all space marines, Rafen carries a standard boltgun, carved with inscriptions as most space marines do to their weapon. He wears power armor, exceptionally strong armor that is standard to space marines, which augments his strength, his speed, and when wearing his helmet almost all of his senses as well. He also carries a power-sword.
History
Having been through several large campains, Rafen is an experienced marine, but not such that one would call him a veteran. When he was recruited for the space marines at the age of 14, on a moon of the blood angel's homeworld, Baal, he was a very confident young man. At first this belief that he himself could win all difficult tests by himself caused him to be sent away, denied a place between the legends that are space marines. Devastated, he wandered off to the desert, hoping that a sandscorpion, or another creature would come and end his life. His wish was almost fullfilled when one of the great scorpions found him, but then he suddenly saw a bright light in the sky, and he saw the face of Sanguinius looking down upon him. Realising this was his test to redeem himself for his flaws, he nimbly killed the beast with his stone dagger. He looked at the sky once more and saw that the light was actually a thunderhawk transport crashing down. Running to the crash site, he found the brother-sergeant that had tried to teach him the true meaning of being a Blood Angel, knocked out cold. His brother and several others he knew were also there, shaken by the impact. This same impact caused all of the giant scorpions in a huge radius to come charge towards the crashed thunderhawk, and Rafen assumed command of the small group to slaughter them all. When they were found by another group of space marines, sent to rescue the ones from the thunderhawk, the brother-sergeant spoke to Rafen and offered him the place of the initiate who had died in the defense of the transport. They then travelled to the Blood Angels homeworld of Baal, where they underwent their transformations to space marines.
So begins...
Alighieri cackled with the roar of a thousand dying races, a terrifying scream which echoed into the depths of the void.
The expanse of the void was endless, and he just wanted a beer, anything good and strong, and it didnt just matrialise out of nothing. So how to get out of the endless expanse of a rather beautiful endless flower meadow was actually rather nice. It was not often he got to really just wander a flower meadow, and as beautiful as it was, there had to be a door or a window or something.
Finally finding what looked like a door frame, with no visible door per sei, he tried going through it, like it was a opening in a fence, and promptly smacked into a door panel with a hard thud. The dragon saw he couldnt fit through the door but it was infact a door. Dust was on the ground among the beautiful flowers but he felt he should not disturb the dust, it was after all possible that someone had distributed family ashes there. And just being there made the dragon shift form to his human asize and get to his knees, bowing three times towards a nearby small pile of void dust before getting to his feet.
Turning back to the door frame he found the4 handle. But something made him halt. Where there others looking for the door that he had just found ?
“
Kragum!? I ahear you, n'where you in this... darkness?
”
Kragum followed the sound of Fesna's voice through the Infinate Void. Finally her figure faded from the darkness.
Fesna's heart fluttered as Kragum faded through the black. A tear came to her eye as she rushed him, leaping forward for an embrace. She was confused - just moments ago they had been enjoying a flagon. Or was it moments ago?
Kragum caught Fesna and squeezed her tight. His heart warmed to know that it was he she sought out in this strange place - though, honestly, they were just together at the bar. After a few long moments Kragum pulled away from Fesna to look her in the face the best he could in this strange lighting.
“
...It me, Kragum. Y'know another smellin' fine as I?
”
Kragum shook his head and tried to smile. She caught on to his suspicions. With everything that had happened back at Wanderer's Camp, could you blame him? The supernatural bit at the edges of their sanctuary and pushed the folk further into Wing City. Now...where were they?
smack!
"What was that?!" Fesna clung to Kragum and aimed doe eyes at the noise. It sounded almost as if...someone had...hit their head?
Fesna looked at Kragum as thescent of flowers drifted from the source of the sound. She broke away from Kragum and not one step later was suddenly surrounded in an endless meadow of flowers. Her breath caught in her throat as she realized the beauty of the place, but also the infinity of it. Then, it hit her.
Kragum must have blinked wrong. Suddenly he was in an endless flower meadow-and how did Fesna get so far away?! He would have enjoyed the scenery, if he wasn't so suspicious, and if he hand't just been drinking rum at a bar!
He waved his arms over his head to get her attention and started off towards her through the flowers.
"Fesna! Do not move!" Kragum had no idea how things worked in this strange place. He didn't like it, and he didn't want to lose her again. He charged forth and left a path of disgruntled vegetation behind him.
Kragum stopped in his tracks as Fesna's wail reached him, a chill brushing over his skin. He picked up the pace, and this time it was Kragum's turn to go in for a hug.
Fesna embraced him back and began to weep. She wasn't ready to die! She had things to do, places to see! Remorse for wasted time hit Fesna like a ton of bricks.
“
Fesna.....hey, Fesna? Fesna!
....look over there?
”
Fesna gave a final pitiful sob, wiped her nose on Kragum's shoulder, and looked to where he was pointing.
There was a door, and it was closing.
She didn't even think twice grabbing Kragum's hand and barreling for the door.
Kragum let himself be dragged through the flowers, matching her speed and excitement. When they reached the door it had just clicked shut. Breathing hard, he bent over to catch up on air, and noticed a bunch of strange dust on the ground. That, too, unsettled him.
Fesna toed the dust gently, but Kragum yanked her away. She would have laughed at his superstition under almost any other circumstance.