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ah, my prime.

A boastful time it was....*flashback*

Thanks Jay, just thanks.

OT: How do people create sigs which cycle through a series of pictures?

*puts it under favorites for future use*
So what's on the agenda today, oh Jay thanks for posting the damage, only thing I wonder about is your arm, I don't recal cutting it off, sure I took out a chunk of your shoulder, but I don't think I did anything to your arm.

Ok, sounds good.
*looks at own stump of a arm*
I see where you get that idea.

Ahem *coughs* I had made a character that could do that but felt he was a little too advance which is why I created Thraka instead, but here that b*****d is.

Name: Tech-Priest Artisan Tacitus of the Adeptus Mechanicus

Age: 846

Weapons:
Staff of Office: Only the most senior Tech-Priests are gifted with one of these very powerful and rare tech-relics. Glowing with circuit-runes, the Staff contains nano-sized warp portals which burst open on contact. The impacts on the portals create intense localized warp disruptions, causing micro-explosions which devastate the struck enemy.
Inferno Pistol: Small one handed weapon that uses a magnetic containment beam to create microwave agitation which vapourises the target in a blast of intense heat. It is inaccurate, only has a few shots and is difficult to reload, but is immensely destructive at short range. To compensate the lack of munitions Tacitus has conected it to his own power core which has increased the number of shots but reloading still persist as a problem.
Vortex Grenade: One of the most rare items from the Dark Ages, these forbidden devices open an instantaneous tear into the Immaterium. Though the rip into non-reality is small, its effects are devastating as normal matter is torn into the Warp.

History: Tacitus was privalaged with a birth upon Mars, the center of the Adeptus Mechanicus. Mars the original Forgeworld which gave birth to the mighty Titan Legions that fight along the Imperium of Man. In his early years as an Artisan he was tasked with helping senior members research the warp and it's effects, benificial or otherwise. It was in this work that he had the fortune of meeting the Emperor who displayed a vast understanding of all that the Cult Mechanicus was working, truely this man was the Omnissiah fortold in the Manual Technicanum. Schooled properly in that soul chance encounter he dedicated his life to his research, adding his critical thought to the problem of the Warp. Over the course of many years this lead to the developing of many weapons and refinements as understanding expanded. Having accomplished much he rose withen the ranks of the Adeptus Mechanicus, upon attaining the rank of Tech-Priest he was bestowed with a Staff of Office which his researched had help construct. With his new position he traveled through many star systems, working side by side with Rogue Traders as they searched out alien worlds. Ever through this did he document the warp, it consumed his life and his knowlege flooded over into other realms of research such as the devistating effect of mutation and the birth of physkers. Seeing none of the abilities withen his own body, a body which was rapidly aging, he studied samples from others and compared them, over time he amassed an extensive genetic library. With the aging of his body he took the path which all other Tech-Priest took, replacing them with robotic augments. It is only through the careful cunning of a surgons blade that he still bares any human resemblence. Over the years he has had to flee many a purantical Inquisitor as his research has led the more fanaticle to believe him tainted. In an attempt to catalog more on the warp he studied a massive warp storm, his ship and crew of servitors where dragged in and set a drift among the ebbs and tides of the vast flow of the Warp. When the Warp released them he found himself adrift upon an uncharted planet. It was in a streak of light across the night's sky that he came to land upon it's surface. In the name of the Omnissiah and the Adeptus Mechanicus he claimed this world.

Powers:
Electoos:. These subdermal electrical implants where grafted into his flesh upon attaing the rank of Artisan, they are less powerful, and thus less dangerous than the ones grafted onto Electro Priests, but do allow him wearer to make an devestating attack in close combat.

Appearance:
Tacitus is mostly robotic but it is cleverly concealed beneath snythflesh and cybermuscle bundles which allow for him to display facial expressions. Standing about 1.6 meters tall he is a rather unimposing man but due to his augmentation he is considerably stronger and able to sustain tremendous amounts of damage. Like other's of his rank he replaced portions of his mind with robotic ones that could handle data quicker and the threat of losing data lessened for the expected life of milliniums. His clothes are a deep solid red with a heavy cloak of the same colour with white edging, forming what looks to be spokes of a cog. Under the large hood shield eyes which destroy all illusion of being full blood human for they are silver, little filters which process spectrums beyond normal sight, give enhanced night viewing and a highly accurate distance counter. Beneath his clothes lies Carapace armour which is made up from a solid outer layer on top of a flexible underskin. These plates are constructed from plasteel, an exotic creation which has the strength of steel but flexibility of plastic. Etched into his armour is a Hexagrammic ward, which sheilds him from pshychic assaults. Upon his back is home to a cluster of Mechadendrites, these tendril-like prosthetics aid in Tacitus work in construction, maintenance, and research. They each have small motors and actuators within the metallic tentacles and wave about the wearer almost with a life of their own. Accompany him are two servoskulls which are the skulls of fallen Tech-Priest with computers, each one helps Tacitus with his research. The only other being he has with him his a servitor who's body and mind have been completly given over collecting, organising, and storing data.

Race: Human

But he could make you harder, better, faster, stronger. smile
But I know, which is why I went with Thraka instead of Tacitus.

Your challanging someone weened on Drwarven Spirits to a drinking contest? There is a reason those Drawfs are after his life.