Blood of Dorn
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Name: Third Company Champion Solomon Feunand
Chapter of Origin: Celestial Lions
Appearance: Solomon's oaken toned face seems to be always pulled into a warm, easy grin, even in the direst of circumstances. Indeed, some say they have never seen him without his perpetual smile. Others, often fellow or senior veterans know that Solomon only forces his lips into a stern, flat line as a sign of respect to mark the passing of his closest comrades of his senior officers. Solomon's right eye is bionic as is a significant portion of the right side of his face. Still enough remains of his chin for him to cultivate a short goatee of black hair to match his buzz-cut hair style. His left eye is a mellow brown. His nose is scared and bent at an odd angle. His left hand and half way up his forearm is bionic, as is a large bite-shaped portion of his right side. A ropey scar runs from his left shoulder-blade down to the small of his back. Another one runs across his right thigh where he nearly lost his leg.
Solomon stands an imposing 7'4" in full power armour. He wears the same armour that every Company Champion has before him, although the weapons are his own choice from the armour of the Celestial Lions, as is his right as Champion. The vox grill of the otherwise normal blue Mark VII helmet is shaped like the snarling maw of a lion. On his right shoulder is the symbol of the chapter and left is the Third Company markings, although his Deathwatch service shoulder pad used to sit there. The golden hands of the armour are fashioned into sharp points resembling claws. Three purity seals adorn the aquilla on Solomonís breast plate, each denoting a significant kill. A lionís head is fashioned on his right knee pad, and he wears a tabard of silk with the names of previous champions embossed onto it.
Personality: Solomon is a man of wild and untempered emotions. His moods fluxuate from extreme to extreme and vary rarely can Solomon be said to be in a state of indifference about anything. He is capable of both the loudest and most joyous laughter and the most fiery and explosive temper many have experienced. He has a firm belief that lying about the way a person feels is one of the basest sins and that self-deception is one of the easiest routes to heresy. As such he has very little time for men and Astartes who try and woo others by flattery of guile and is likely to call it out whenever he spots it in people. Whether he is happy, sad, displeased or impressed, he will always convey it.
However, Solomonís transparency and at ease with his own emotions and allowing them to come and go unrestrained is not to be confused with foolishness. Outside of battle and whenever Solomon is asked for his thoughts on various matters, his words are always carefully chosen. Many, including Captain Ricard, count his advice as valuable and his time in the Command squad and years of experience has taught him wisdom about a great many things. Solomon is a competent tactician, but knows his place to give advice when asked, not to undermine the Captain with his own thoughts. He also knows that his place at his Captainís protector and the slayer of enemy warlords.
Like many Celestial Lions after the Khattarran Incident, Solomon is extremely disapproving of the Inquisitions methods. Whilst no stranger to death, the needless killing of so many valuable, loyal servants seems like the most appalling miscarriage of the justice that the Inquisition is supposed to support. Along with many of the rest of his chapter, Solomon believes that the Inquisition has lost sight of its original purpose to protect humanity from threats within, without and beyond and has instead become a paranoid murder machine.
In combat, Solomon functions like a hurricane. He is seemingly random in his destruction of his foes and he charges headlong into the enemy, heedless if injury or danger. However, in the midst of the destruction is a centre of serenity. Solomon's strikes and his movements are designed with maximum destruction in mind and to bring him and his chapter the most honour. His blows are smooth and elegant as much as they are deadly.
History: Solomon was born on the homeworld of the Celestial Lions, Elysium IX. A world that seems almost picturesque from orbit, but is far more deadly once you get down to the surface. A thin atmosphere means that from birth, the population has to survive on limited oxygen supplies. The anaerobic fauna, whilst beautiful, is also deadly. Carnivorous hunters the size of Rhino tanks stalk the jungles and every day is a battle for survival that breeds some of the toughest recruits. Solomon was one such boy.
Solomonís arrival into the fold of the Celestial Lions is rather uninteresting and rather similar to many recruits from many different worlds. What is interesting is that, after being in the scout company for a relatively short period of time due to his easy grasp of tactics and weaponry and near faultless assimilation of all implants, he would be place under a man who would eventually become the Captain he now protects; Sergeant Ricard. Against Eldar pirates, Solomon would lose his hand to a Howling Banshee before putting a bolter round through the screaming xenoís skull. On the shrine world of Faith, Squad Ricard would hold the gate to the Basilica of the Ascended Emperor for three days against the tides of orks. During this time, Solomon first saved Ricardís life by hacking down a five man group of ork Kommandos with his chainsword before they reached the squad. However, Ricard was meant for greater things and began to attract the attention of several members of the leadership rank of the Celestial Lions. So, having formed a friendship, Ricard resolved to pass on his knowledge to Solomon, the one he felt would most benefit from it.
Eventually, through personal prowess and skill learnt from his tutelage, Solomon advanced to command a Tactical squad of his own, whilst Sergeant Ricard ascended the ranks. He later was sent to serve the Ordo Xenos in the Deathwatch, before Khatarran Insurrection. Whilst fighting against a splinter of Hive Fleet Magalodon as part of his service, Solomon was believed to be lost when he was dragged underground in the mouth of an over-sized Ravenor. Both Solomon and the beast disappeared into the tunnel from when the beast had come, and for at least an hour no one could find or raise Solomon on the vox. It was only when he appeared from the tunnel network with the beast's head dragged behind him and a chuck missing from his side did his kill team realise he was still alive, although bleeding badly. The kill-team's Apothecary, Ares of the Knights Errant, patched him up best he could, but Solomon demanded they go down and purge the catacombs. Despite warnings, Solomon was determined that they could end the battle if they did, for the Nord Queen was nestled in the heart of the tunnel network. The inquisitor agreed and so they went down. The exact details of what happened down there are sketchy, but above ground it looked like one moment the swarm was in perfect cohesion and the next they collapsed and were easily destroyed. Clearly the team had succeeded in their mission.
For his time in the Deathwatch he was allowed to wear the ornate shoulder pad if the Ordo Xenos, which since Khattar gathers dust in his personal chambers, and was inducted into the Command squad when he was returned to the chapter. There he served with distinction, his skill with his twin-claws growing in renown with every passing battle and spar. One that Solomon is particularly proud of is his spar against his former mentor, now Captain Ricard, when he was able to beat the Captain, albeit by a narrow margin. His skills with his claws would become essential in the Battle of Orsh against the forces of Chaos. In the height of the battle, Captain Ricard was battling the Arch-sorcerer in command. Solomon was otherwise absorbed killing the traitors around the combat; many of them corrupted veterans themselves. Then a thunderous cackle sounded across the battlefield. Solomon turned, already certain of what he would see. The Captain had fallen. With a cry of vengeance on his lips, Solomon vaulted over the Captain 's prone body and challenged the witch-lord.
The sorcerer fired his plasma pistol once and it vaporised the lower portion of Solomon's face. Mercifully, his brain and spine were undamaged and for the wound Solomon sliced off his hand. Then the two duelled, evenly matched. For every strike, Solomon had a parry. For every mortal blow, the sorcerer avoided it. Neither was giving ground until the sorcerer used underhanded sorcery to knock Solomon back. The sorcerer opened his hand and a gout of warp-flame engulfed Solomon. The sorcerer cackled at his victory until Solomon strode unharmed from the blaze, stabbed his chest with one set of claws and took his head from his shoulders with the other. With their leader gone, the heretic rabble fell into disarray and was easily routed by the Lions.
Solomon maintains that it was the Emperor's grace that saved him, however it could have well been Captain Ricard's incorporated refractor field still functioning, or a mixture of the two. Captain Ricard himself recovered from his wounds in time, and promoted Solomon to the honorary rank of Company Champion. When the Khattarran Incident happened, Solomon shared his chapterís reaction to the Inquisitionís wanton spend of loyal lives and has been particularly vocal about it. Captain Ricard selected Solomon to attend the Feast of Blades to uphold the honour of the Lions and to bring their complaints against the Inquisition to their cousins, hoping for support. For his part is anxious to test his skill against the members of the other Chapters who carry Dorn's blood, but will respect his Captainís request.
Gear: MK VII Power Armour, pair of Lightning Claw 'Lion's claws', Bolt pistol 'Lion's Roar', Frag and Krak grenades, a Combat Knife
Last edited by Deus Mortis; 10-02-13 at 06:22 PM.