Deathwatch: Xenos Hunters

Name: Daxos Argentus

Age: 247

Chapter of Origin: Ultramarines

Rank: Tyrannic War Veteran

Personality: From a young age Daxos distinguished himself from others in his academy by way of his jovial manner; he carried out his drills and lessons with a sly smile on his lips. A far departure from the ranks of grimm determined faces Daxos seemed to relish the life of an aspirant. Following his initiation into the scout company this trait became all the more pronounced, he was always ready with a encouraging clap on the shoulder or quick remark, leadership came naturally to him, no doubt a result of his noble birth and upbringing. For his first century of service it seemed Daxos was destined for command, he was well loved by his brothers of the 3rd company and performed his duty with such skill and honour as to earn approval from his superiors.

Then everything changed at Macragge.

As the elements of the 3rd and 7th companies descended into the blood soaked chambers of the southern polar fortress, amongst the bodies of the Chapter’s finest and the uncountable, mangled xenos remains something new was born inside Daxos, a pure hatred. It was a different emotion from the detached feeling of revulsion he had felt when he had purged the Orks wearing a warrior’s smile or even the distain the vile practices of the Dark Eldar evoked. This was red hot, seething rage. The Tyranids were not predicable enemies one could face on the battlefield, nor were they an elusive prey to be hunted, they were a virus, an abomination and extermination was the only cure. In this moment a destiny beyond command of a company became clear to Daxos, he would be the end of these foul xenos. Though he retains much of his former warm manner there is a new steel to his voice and his warrior’s spirit burns bright with new purpose.

Background: Born to one of the many noble houses of Ultramar, Daxos Argentus began his training as soon as he was of age. His was a family with a proud heritage of service and tradition and he would either succeed as an aspirant of the Ultramarines chapter or die in the attempt. Upon his elevation to the ranks of the tenth company, though he was not the sharpest shot nor the deadliest with a blade, Daxos excelled at the strategy and tactics of battle, he showed an innate understanding for battle deployments and manoeuvres. This talent coupled with solid combat skills and a quick mind eventually drew the attention of the Captain of the 3rd company and when his rotation through the devastator and assault roles was complete Daxos was drafted into the newly reformed Squad Leoric where he served with distinction for many decades.

During the battle for Macragge and the ensuing skirmishes with the Tyranids, Daxos earned several distinctions for his ability to quickly react and adapt to the ever changing behaviour of the swarm, however his innovation when the codex astartes did not offer a concrete strategy earned him the ire of some of the chapters more traditionalist brothers. At the conclave of Herra Daxos spoke at length of what he had observed fighting the tyranids and suggested that in order to combat such a rapidly evolving foe the ultramarines themselves would need to adapt. For his skill and insight in fighting the tyranid foe Daxos was selected by Chaplain Cassius to join the newly formed Tyrannic War Veterans.

For almost a century Daxos has defended the Imperium against the most foul Xenos the galaxy has ever known, passing on his wisdom to new generations of ultramarines and now as he prepared to take his Apocryphon Oath and don the black armour of the Deathwatch he will pass his knowledge on to brothers of other chapters so that together humanity can better weather the coming storm.

Physical Appearance: Undeniably noble in appearance Daxos bears the legacy of his gene father with pride. Tall and broad even amongst his post human kin, Daxos exudes an aura of confidence and physical prowess. In keeping with the traditions of his militaristic upbringing Daxos is always clean shaven and his jet black hair his is cropped close. His eyes are a deep icy blue, giving the otherwise gregarious Astartes a cold piercing gaze that when turned in anger has on more than one occasion been enough to cow the most pompous of imperial officials.

The horrors of constant war and battle drills have left remarkably little damage on Daxos’s body, his lightly tanned skin for the most part unblemished save for minor scratches, his two silver service studs and his only major battle scar. A series of puncture wounds along his neck and shoulder, the death bite of a Tyranid Warrior: a momento of the battle of Macragge and a constant reminder of his most hated foe.

Armour Appearance: Daxos has the honour of wearing a suit of customised Mk 7 Aquila pattern power armour. Dubbed the Bastion of Macragge the tech marines of the 3rd company insist to this day that it is only by the will of his armour’s machine spirit that he did not perish after taking the full force of an Ork Warboss’ hammer.

After the Cleansing of Espandor and his elevation to the newly formed Tyrannic War Veterans, Daxos began to optimise his armour for his new duties. He began by replaced his right vambrace to include an auspex to keep his hands ready for combat and upgraded his chest plate to the newer Errant pattern, the exposed cabling and joints now protected by holy ceramite. Unlike many other veterans of the battle of Macragge Daxos chose not to take any trophies from the hated xenos, instead choosing to painstakingly inscribe litanies of hatred and duty into the sword and skull motif of his new order.

Weapons and equipment: Stalker Pattern Bolter with Weapon Scope and Specialist Ammunition. Power Sword. Frag & Krak Grenades.