Editing Character:Reliability N. Martel

Martel swiftly gained a reputation for accepting and surviving suicidal missions. He was therefore seconded to several Inquisitorial retinues, usually in an advisory and fire support capacity. He was a politically useful tool: outwardly lacking in ambition, dogmatic, and very, very efficient. When Inquisitor Tomax was confirmed to be a corrupt madman, Magos Martel was the only survivor of three hundred agents sent to clear the lower tunnels of the Inquisitor’s fortified estate. He sustained serious damage, but succeeding in executing every one of the Inqusitor’s servants and corrupt experiments that crossed his path, dragging himself from the catacombs after six days of fighting.  

Martel swiftly gained a reputation for accepting and surviving suicidal missions. He was therefore seconded to several Inquisitorial retinues, usually in an advisory and fire support capacity. He was a politically useful tool: outwardly lacking in ambition, dogmatic, and very, very efficient. When Inquisitor Tomax was confirmed to be a corrupt madman, Magos Martel was the only survivor of three hundred agents sent to clear the lower tunnels of the Inquisitor’s fortified estate. He sustained serious damage, but succeeding in executing every one of the Inqusitor’s servants and corrupt experiments that crossed his path, dragging himself from the catacombs after six days of fighting.  

Like all Tech-Priests, Magos Martel wears a deep crimson hooded robe, concealing most of his body. Every inch of his flesh is concealed beneath thick power armour, which gleams whenever he moves. His face is a stylized skull mask, a holdover from his Skitarrii days. His two “normal” arms are augmented by a set of extra limbs grafted to his torso and back. To his left, an upgraded version of his familiar mining drill spins ominously, while his right arm is assisted by a titanic servo-arm, engraved with prayers to the Machine God. He towers over men of flesh, a paragon of machine-assisted death and war.  

Like all Tech-Priests, Magos Martel wears a deep crimson hooded robe, concealing most of his body. Every inch of his flesh is concealed beneath thick power armour, which gleams whenever he moves. His face is a stylized skull mask, a holdover from his Skitarrii days. His two “normal” arms are augmented by a set of extra limbs grafted to his torso and back. To his left, an upgraded version of his familiar mining drill spins ominously, while his right arm is assisted by a titanic servo-arm, engraved with prayers to the Machine God. He towers over men of flesh, a paragon of machine-assisted death and war.  

Former masters have informed him that he is, perhaps, a little less than gregarious, so he carries a small bag of “sugar-based sweets”, which he resorts to as a social defence mechanism. His voice is booming, designed to trigger mammalian fear-instincts. His emotions are distorted and mostly absent, but he does seem to show signs of humour beneath the mask. Certainly, he is most “alive” in battle. He is also a truly faithful servant, following orders to their absolute logical limit.

Former masters have informed him that he is, perhaps, a little less than gregarious, so he carries a small bag of “sugar-based sweets”, which he resorts to as a social defence mechanism. His voice is booming, designed to trigger mammalian fear-instincts. His emotions are distorted and mostly absent, but he does seem to show signs of humour beneath the mask. Certainly, he is most “alive” in battle. He is also a truly faithful servant, following orders to their absolute logical limit.