10-06-2016, 08:51 PM
I figure I might as well throw Okor in here, in case he strikes your fancy.
Character Name: Okor Paleblood
Age: Roughly 10,218
Gender: Male
Hair Color: Bald head, with a misshapen and pus-stained black beard.
Eye Color: A single eye. While it should be green, it's crimson with infection.
Description: A superhuman soldier from the grim darkness of the 41st millenium, Okor has long since turned against his masters within the Imperium of Mankind, and has sworn himself to the Dark Gods. They make their favour evident through their gifts, mutation marring his gene-forged DNA. A single horn rises from his head, and his eyes have merged into a single ocular organ. His desiccated and parasite-infested flesh is warded against harm by his ancient warplate, its abused surface coated in dirt, grime, rust, and dried blood. It serves as an ambulatory shrine to his Patron God of Pestilence, Nurgle, the three circles that make up Nurgle's Mark adorning his armour. For millennia, the Chosen of Nurgle has fought using the same time-tested armaments: In one hand, he carries the stocky shape of a Bolter, its hungering maw howling as it lets loose with irradiated shells. In the other, he grips a plague blade, a rusted and cruel cleaver that ends just as readily by grievous body harm, or through infection.
Reference Pictures:
Character Name: Okor Paleblood
Age: Roughly 10,218
Gender: Male
Hair Color: Bald head, with a misshapen and pus-stained black beard.
Eye Color: A single eye. While it should be green, it's crimson with infection.
Description: A superhuman soldier from the grim darkness of the 41st millenium, Okor has long since turned against his masters within the Imperium of Mankind, and has sworn himself to the Dark Gods. They make their favour evident through their gifts, mutation marring his gene-forged DNA. A single horn rises from his head, and his eyes have merged into a single ocular organ. His desiccated and parasite-infested flesh is warded against harm by his ancient warplate, its abused surface coated in dirt, grime, rust, and dried blood. It serves as an ambulatory shrine to his Patron God of Pestilence, Nurgle, the three circles that make up Nurgle's Mark adorning his armour. For millennia, the Chosen of Nurgle has fought using the same time-tested armaments: In one hand, he carries the stocky shape of a Bolter, its hungering maw howling as it lets loose with irradiated shells. In the other, he grips a plague blade, a rusted and cruel cleaver that ends just as readily by grievous body harm, or through infection.
Reference Pictures:
![[Image: chaos_space_marine_plague_marine_color_b...4fjqdj.jpg]](http://orig07.deviantart.net/be36/f/2011/312/3/c/chaos_space_marine_plague_marine_color_by_jutami-d4fjqdj.jpg)
![[Image: DarkshireDefenseBadge.png]](http://www.cytokineindustries.com/chevereto/images/2017/07/13/DarkshireDefenseBadge.png)
![[Image: HerosGraveyardBadge.png]](http://www.cytokineindustries.com/chevereto/images/2017/07/13/HerosGraveyardBadge.png)
![[Image: DA15Badge.png]](http://www.cytokineindustries.com/chevereto/images/2017/07/13/DA15Badge.png)