Many Millennia ago, Lucius was a Space Marine of the Emperors Children
Legion, following the Primarch Fulgrim across the galaxy in the name of the
Emperor. He led his of Assault Marines with such passion and skill that Fulgrim
honored him with the rank of Lord Commander. Forsaking all experiance other than
the art of combat, Lucius bore his many battle scars with pride, and over time
he began to equate pain with succes. By the time the Emperor's Children were
dispatched to challenge the rebellion of Horus, Lucius had cut deep patterns
across his face, head and chest, linking the scars of centuries of battle in a
maze of irregular patterns that distorted and deformed his features. His
near-constant and self-inflicted flagellation was seen by his fellow Space
Marines as a mark of commendable devotion and piety. The truth, however was far
darker.
Lucius continued to distinguish himself in the service of his Primarch as
the Legion descended into Chaos worship. He fought with incredible speed and
skill in the gladiatorial contests Fulgrim held when the Legion was unable to
visit hell upon an unsuspecting world. He was almost invincible, a force of
nature that could not be bested. Lucius remained undefeated until, when fighting
the infamous Lord Commander Cyrius, he finally met his match. His agonising
death was an experience of transcendent pleasure, but Slaanesh was loath to let
such a promising protege slip into the realm of the dead. Over the next few
weeks, the artificer armour Cyrius wore began to warp and change. His hair fell
out in clumps, dark lines appeared under his flesh, slowly pushing through his
skin as a maze of scar tissue. Soon, Lucius had emerged completely, and all that
remained of his executioner was a screaming, writhing face, subsumed for
eternity into Lucius's Armour.
Thus it is that Lucius stalks the galaxy as an arrogant and sadistic
slaughterer who can never truly be killed. Whoever slays him and takes even a
moment of triumph from the act will find themselves transforming, slowly and
painfully, into Lucius. The armor he wears writhes with the howling
soul-remnants of many such unfortunates, affording him endless satisfaction. His
skill with his chosen weapons, and ornate Sabre and a Deamon infested whip, is
puissant, and they have tasted the blood of champions and kings across the
breadth of the galaxy. He leads his warhost with unnatural charisma and total
confidence, welcoming death with as much passion as he inflicts it upon his
foes.
Armor of Shrieking Souls
The armor that Lucius has worn for countless millennia is a baroque
monstrosity writhing with the howling souls of those that have killed him over
the aeons. This is an incredibly potent artifact of chaos and is very hard to
penetrate. In addition, Lucius may discharge the cacophony generated by the
tormented essences trapped within his armor. When Lucius deems it so a ear
splitting shriek will emit from him that would make concentration almost
impossible except for those of the most fortified minds.
Ornate Saber
This is a typical saber by all accounts of the name. However it has over
time been enscribed by the powers of Slaanesh with runes that give it the
potential of causing aggrivated damage (I.E. wounds that wont heal the way they
are supposed to!)
Lash of Torment
The lash is a whip that twists and coils with a mind of its own. Cruelly
barbed hooks run along its length and its sinuous cols are warm yet unsettling
to the touch. It thrives on the pain of its victims absorbing their fear and
projecting it for the enjoyment, or horror of all around.
Combat Drugs
The effects are varied with this drug. They can sometimes give the user
extra speed, strength, or in some cases they will boost the users adrenaline to
such a level that they will live for hours after a fatal wound has been struck.
