Well, he was all done, I think, so here he is. Iapetus the Shipwright, round of applause, everyone.
Name: Iapetus the Shipwright.
Rank: Captain of the Seventh Company; Shipmaster, Lord of the Fleet.
Age:6812, in Imperial years.
Gene-seed: Iron Warriors.
Physical Appearance: Moderately handsome and generally unexceptional except for one absolutely striking feature - His eyes. They are deep, wise, calm, riveting and even, despite his inability to feel sadness, a bit sad. They are bright, the colour of chipped emeralds, a trait which he shares with his brother, Coeus. Despite their differences in both physicality and mentality - These eyes are unmistakably a family trait, bonding the pair together. His hair is long, black, falling down past his broad, unmarred cheeks. He has a thin-lipped mouth and a sharp, upturned nose - Both suggesting arrogance. Having spent the large majority of his career aboard his vessels, the Shipwright's skin is pale and cold, and when under the sun, quick to prompt melanin reactions.
Iapetus is clad in magnificently tooled Tartaros-pattern Tactical Dreadnought armour, handcrafted on Olympia itself in the dying days of the Heresy. It is unadorned - Save for the emblem of the Iron Warriors upon the right shoulder-pauldron and a long, billowing cloak of interlocked metal. Personal ornamentation, Iapetus believes, is an unnecessary and narcissistic action. Iapetus does, however, keep it in splendid condition - Polished and burnished, shining bright and wet.
Personality: Iapetus is a racial purist. He stands for the Olympian remnant, seeks to keep his Legion's bloodline pure and untainted. His brother, Coeus, shares this belief - And between them, the two have made their opinion known. The use of stolen Gene-seed, and the induction of non-Olympians, a travesty as bad, or worse, as a disease. He is extremely distasteful of the First Captain - Whom he refers to simply as 'Night Lord,' - But continues to serve Pelegon, for the good of the Legion. Iapetus is calm, methodical, as befitting his rank. He is, however, unafraid to voice his opinion - And can be particularly harsh, and degrading, when it comes to the half-breeds, the Legionaries who wear the colours of the Iron Warriors, but bear none of Perturabo's genetic traits. None within the XIX are as calculated, successful, or capable when it comes to ship-to-ship actions. This is where Iapetus excels, lording it out over enemy ships, capturing them or destroying them. When he captures a ship, he shackles them and drags them back into the Eye of Terror, refurbishing them and crewing them. Through him, the Kheledakos lives on, something that he is unbearably proud about.
Weapons: In battle, Iapetus carries a power-spear, a long, energy-laced weapon of outstanding construction, and a bare, storm-shield. Iapetus has consecrated these weapons in the blood of his enemies for seven thousand years, staining them crimson, and will continue to do so until the day he dies.
Background: Iapetus and Coeus are the twin sons of Pellas, and the grandsons of Astraeus. Astraeus, it should be noted, was amongst the men who found Perturabo, so long ago, scaling the cliffs before Lochos. After Astraeus' death - He was involved in a bar-fight, despite being past his prime, and stabbed - Pellas inherited the family fortune. He was a long-time supporter of Perturabo, and when the Primarch marched on the other Olympian city-states, it was Pellas who commanded many of his regiments. It was only natural that Iapetus and Coeus, sons of such a loyal commander, were inducted into Perturabo's Legion when the Primarch was reunited with his Father.
The twins made a name for themselves, fighting in dyas - A pair. They complimented one another marvelously, unstoppable on the field of battle. Together, Iapetus and Coeus served, great warriors, crusading in the name of the Emperor on Terra.
Where Iapetus was a rising star, his brother, shunned for dabbling in witchery, was not. Soon, Iapetus was a Sergeant, and not long after, had already arisen to the rank of Captain. He kept his brother close, protective over him, disobeying his subordinates from being anything but welcoming. Iapetus ruled the Seventh with a fair, but firm, hand.
However, Iapetus soon withdrew from the Crusade, returning to Olympia - Where he would oversee the construction of the battleships Wandering King
and Lonesome Queen
, twinned battleships, both monumentally long and powerful. This was his initiation into the Kheledakos - The Brethren of the Cold - And the Seventh soon changed, becoming one of the Legion's first and foremost ship-to-ship forces. The name Shipwright was bestowed upon Iapetus, by Perturabo himself, and his ships soon rejoined the main Legion. Iapetus the Shipwright was reunited with his twin, who had been serving alongside the Thousand Sons for some time, and once again they became a force to be reckoned with.
Iapetus, unlike so many of his brethren, did not take part in the Butchering of Olympia. He watched from orbit, aboard the Wandering King, as his world burned. Coeus commanded the Seventh, leading them in assault after assault, whilst Iapetus directed his squadrons of battleships and cruisers in the orbital blockade. From there, the Fourth traveled to Isstvan. On the black sands, Coeus would lead elements of his brother's Company once again - A regular occurrence - Whilst Iapetus fought in space. The battle was tremendous, the ships swirling together in a confused, burning mass. Wandering King
and Lonesome Queen
made a name for themselves amongst the Loyalists, destroying nearly two dozen battered, dazed vessels. In the immediate aftermath, the Seventh Company were dispatched to the far-reaches of the Isstvan System, hunting down the straggling survivors of the Dropsite Massacre.
Next, the Iron Warriors went onwards to Phall, where Iapetus and his ships were amongst the vanguard, being some of the first into the system. They sundered the Imperial Fists. The devastation was unprecedented. After the battle, after Polux and his ships had fled, Iapetus was smoldering. He had failed, Imperial Fists still drew breath. The sense of failure, of defeat, clung to him like a cloak.
Across the Emperor's Imperium, upon worlds that he had once liberated, Iapetus now enslaved. Where once he was a savior, how he was a conqueror. The March on Terra had well and truly begun. Systems fell, knees were bent. Those that didn't, those that failed to recognise the true Emperor - Horus Lupercal - Were destroyed.
Terra itself was another challenge. It was the heaviest defended world in the Imperium, and it showed. Iapetus spent the Siege in orbit, chasing down remnants of the Emperor's Fleet, conducting boarding actions with his elite, whilst Coeus was down below, conducting the Siege. When the Warmaster fell, slain by his barbarous Father, his faction fell apart. Ships fled, abandoning their brothers on Terra. Iapetus lowered the Wandering King into orbit, liquid flame dancing over the shields, and dropped his Stormbirds. He rescued hundreds of Iron Warriors, his Company or otherwise, before fleeing.
At the Iron Cage, the Wandering King
made a defiant stand for itself, laying into the Imperial Fist, and later, Ultramarine fleets as they entered the system. Coeus, with large elements of the Seventh Company, fought on the ground. Iapetus ruled the stars.
When the Seventh finally rendezvoused with the remainder of the Legion, the Wandering King
was all but a wreck, limping into the Olympia System upon half-dead engines. Iapetus enacted immediate repairs, directing them personally, whilst seeking out the Lonesome Quee
n, which had yet to appear. After a month, the behemoth appeared, remarkably unharmed, bearing the rest of the Seventh Company. The ship had been pursued, it's commander relayed, by a battlegroup of First Legion cruisers. It had evaded them, time after time, whilst raiding a series of Imperial worlds. Aboard the vessel, they had an abundance of weaponry and armour. Iapetus praised the commander and had it dispersed amongst his men. Once again, the two ships fought a desperate last action, as Imperials poured into the system, and both Coeus and Iapetus were absent when Warsmith Endymion and Captain Krotas were slain. Iapetus was enraged by this - Being a long-time friend of both men - But accepted Pelegon's Captaincy in time.
Notably, those amongst the Tyranthikos who would not serve under the Night Lord, fled to the Seventh Company, where Iapetus pledged to protect them.
In the years following the Heresy, Iapetus has served the XIX Grand Company faithfully, often leading real-space raids. Iapetus's and his Company's affiliation with the Librarium, however, and their stance against non-Olympian Marines - Indeed, the Seventh, and the ships they command, are crewed entirely by Olympians and their descendants - Has led to many rumours. They take part in strange blood rituals, consort with the Warp, and so on and so forth. This, of course, is ridiculousness. Iapetus knows that, and so does the Warsmith.
The Seventh Company is remarkable, consisting entirely of Olympians, the last pure Company, perhaps. Noticeably larger than the other Companies, it contains a large concentration of Terminator Squads - Many of whom are former First Company Legionaries - Something that Iapetus is sure galls the Night Lord. The remainder of the Marines, unknown hundreds, are made entirely of Breacher Squads and Dreadnoughts. Indeed, when coupled with the tremendous might of Wandering King
and Lonesome Queen
, the Seventh is a force to be reckoned with. In Pelegon's absence, the Ferra Perpetua
, the flagship of the XIX, falls under the command of Iapetus - Something that many look upon with envious eyes.