Since I've gradually begun delving into Farhammer 40k, I couldn't help but create a character. The difference is that it's not mine, HOWEVER, I'm eager to create illustrations for a story about him in the future, written by my friend under the pseudonym Lucky. The work itself may contain errors and omissions (which I'd be happy to read in the comments for future corrections). I like the story itself, so with Lucky's permission, I'll periodically publish chapters here :3 Currently, I've created three chapters plus a biography. I'll post the chapters later, but for now, you can read a brief description of the Empire's newly minted servant, Dietmar Lorcastis. =============
A Brief Biography of Dietmar Lorcastis
Dietmar Lorcastis was born in the year 763 M41 (41st millennium) on one of the planets of the Segmentum Ultima, not far from the borders with the Segmentum Solaris (EXACT PLACE OF BIRTH IS CLASSIFIED).
In early childhood, having become an orphan, he was taken in by local servants of the Ecclesiarch, who raised him and taught him wisdom and reason.
At the age of 14, the servants of the Adeptus Ministorum noticed Dietmar's talent for learning; he absorbed information like a sponge and, at 14, could shut up his friends an order of magnitude older than him, which is why he had a small social circle during his childhood under the Ecclesiarch.
Upon reaching adulthood, Dietmar Lorcastis was recommended for admission to the Progenium Schola, where he would serve as a field commissar, bringing the light of reason, law, and tactics to the Imperial Guard troops. After some time, Dietmar accepted the offer, for, as he quotes: "I have read every book I could find here, and arguing with my peers was simply boring, and they don't want to understand even the most basic things. Therefore, I, Dietmar Lorcastis, accept the offer of the esteemed Ecclesiarch, a servant of His faith and bearer of His word, and set out to learn the science of combat, tactics, and the defense of the Imperium's inhabitants."
To say Dietmar was devout would be an insult. He certainly believed in the Emperor of Mankind like everyone else, but he never indulged in religious fervor. After enrolling in the Progenium Schola, he began to study not only science but also the basics of military command, psychology, xenology, and tactics, both planetary and space combat. It's no exaggeration to say he became one of those without equal in these fields. In addition to his endless training, Dietmar practiced marksmanship and fencing with sabres and chainswords. During his studies, he developed a muscular physique through systematic training, and he had been tall since childhood (DATA CLASSIFIED). Having shown boundless fearlessness and a sufficient level of faith in the Emperor, he was a favorite of some professors and teachers of the Schola Progenium, which caused jealousy in another candidate for his place named (CLASSIFIED). After five years of training, (CLASSIFIED) comes during lunch break and throws the commissar's crimson glove in Dietmar's face, which was a challenge to a duel. Lorcastis slowly got up from the table, pushed the chair behind him, took off the same glove, and wrapped it around his fist, hit him in the face with all his might (CLASSIFIED) with the words: "You'd be better off trying to surpass me intellectually than engaging in archaic rituals to humiliate or belittle me. You're a disgrace to the proud title of Commissar. If I were you, I'd shove a bolt pistol down my throat and rack my brains.". After this incident, they were both called in for questioning and Lorcastis not only did not receive punishment, but was also rewarded for his āhigh understanding of his future position.ā.
After completing his training at the Schola Progenium, he received his commissar's uniform, a bolt pistol, and a chainsword. For his excellent training and achievements in science and discipline, he was promoted to field commissar in the Imperial Guard's Scions Tempestus (Militarum Tempestus), the Imperium's elite special forces trained at the Schola Progenium.
Dietmar's new position wasn't easy, as the Tempestus Scions were made up of the orphans of high-ranking Imperial officials, while he himself was an ordinary commoner from a backwater planet, born to a farmer's family and barely even knowing his parents. This often led to a conflict of class between himself and his subordinates. The only thing they had in common was that they had all been trained and educated at the Schola Progenium and were orphans.
After getting acquainted "on paper" with his new subordinates, he was sent to the 32nd regiment of the Scions of Tempestus - the Tethian Falcons, who were renowned for being masters of lightning attacks, capable of capturing a target in a matter of minutes.
After direct contact with the commanders of the 32nd Regiment, he earned the status of "educated but green Commissar." After their interactions, Dietmar gained from the commanders something not every Commissar can attain: respect and understanding. Simply put, they agreed on how to conduct combat operations against the enemies of the Imperium.
The 32nd Tethian Falcons Regiment itself welcomed the new Commissar with dignity and honor. Although formally part of the Astra Militarum, the Tempestus Scions often operate as independent units or are placed under Inquisitorial command (as part of the Ordos Forces). Within the army, they serve as a "surgical scalpel," completing missions that thousands of infantry regiments could not.
After his first battles against the Imperium's enemies, he earned the reputation of a Commissar "fighting for the lives of every one of his subordinates." But not all was as rosy as it seemed: on his third combat mission, Dietmar lost his left arm, which was replaced with a prosthetic, after which he was jokingly nicknamed Dietmar Lorcastis "Ironhand."
Due to the loss of a limb and numerous concussions, Dietmar's character underwent significant changes. He became a rational commander, unafraid to utter a curse word almost every other word, took up smoking, and became more ruthless. Having developed PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder), he began to more meticulously plan operations and resource expenditures, both material and human. And if he sat down to plan, it could drag on for a long time.
"I lost my arm not as a sign of being a bad commander, but as a sign that I didn't plan it." - Dietmar Lorcastis Ironhand 791 M41...
