#Vassicus

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dunno what to call this

EDIT: I'll call it longing. His name is Vassicus nowwwww

what can I say I really like my dark angel companion minis

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Even in death, you guide me forward.

Even in death, I hear your counsel.

Lend me your strength as I fight for the Imperium once more.

Backstory

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Doin more for Vassicus.

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Watch me ramble about my Lamenter oc

He adores Malakim Phoros. He feels his heart become a little lighter around his presence. This affection of his only starts to become bitter after he starts to have "episodes" of the black rage and red thirst. That is when he becomes far more reclusive than he was before.

He's promoted to Reclusiarch years after basically holding down the fort and doing everything a chaplain was supposed to do after the last one died. Before that he was a candidate to become a judiciar and had studied for a really long time.

His entire arc is centered around building community and love.

Love for his father figure, love for the passed, love for the living, and selfless love for others outside of his chapter. It is love that keeps him going at the end of the day. Not faith, not zeal, but love and compassion. (even if he doesnt want to admit it.)

ok rambling over time to ramble about Vassicus.

Is love borne out of duty,

Or is love borne out of time? Is love borne out of fondness,

Is love borne out of blood?

Love is a lance through my heart, it is a poison in my soul.

It has rent my heart open and it has taken its toll.

Love is selfless, love is pain, love is the distant sun that blinds.

By the blood I am made, by the blood I am consigned.

…signed, Judiciar Taharaen

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Warning:Mention of loss

Vassicus's backstory and his arc:

He remembered when the ground of Caliban shook as the ground artillery fired on the fleet above the atmosphere.

He was there. He fought his brothers in the world of Caliban as the ground cracked and was obliterated. He tumbled through the warp with many of his brothers, lost to time and space.

He did not know if his time in the warp had made him a changed man. When he came out, spat out of the warp many things were different. Too different for his liking.

There was an impermeable air of hopelessness and despair he could practically smell as he walked among the common populace of the Imperium.

It made him wonder what did humanity cling onto during the waning years of the great war and how did they survive all this time?

He has tried to look through Imperial Archives to catch up on the history he has missed but found them lacking, strange or altered in one fashion or another.

He survived the best he could on his own before the Lion, older and reborn, found him and gave him new purpose.

Upon his discovery, he reunited with an old friend of his. Both of them were to go through the Rubicon Primaris together, to be forged anew, stronger and more resilient then they had been during the Horus Heresy.

He was the only one to survive.

Now, haunted by the recent loss of his friend, he struggles to keep his head above the sea of sorrow as he fights once more under the Lion's name.

There was no strength to be found in the waters of loss or pain. He was no stronger for losing his better half, despite what his Chaplain might have told him.

Maybe a new perspective, a friendship with another astartes who shared his sorrow, could give him the strength to move on.

dunno what to call this

what can I say I really like my dark angel companion minis

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Vassicus had lost his mentor. The man who had taught him so many things. The man who had given him counsel and guidance.

Like, here i really wanted to portray how the people most important to you will still live in your head even looong after they are gone.

The light is the memory that gives him strength in his darkest hours.

Even in death, you guide me forward.

Even in death, I hear your counsel.

Lend me your strength as I fight for the Imperium once more.

Backstory

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Doin more for Vassicus.