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(From the warp)

Artist aka Arty: "Enjoy your short fame"

Post-it Note Inktober #9, a Kofi donation pic of The Artist! :D

And if anyone else would like a pic like this, leave me a donation on Ko-Fialong with your tumblr name and a brief description of what you’d like (within reason! single character portraits, pokemon, vehicles, stuff like that), and I’ll draw that as one of my Inktober pics. The bigger your donation, the more detailed I’ll draw it!

Thought to spring forth some more OC’s, along the mostly main OC the Artist and do some small introduction to them. If anyone seem intrested in any rp, do send a meme or a ask (when I do post them) or just contact me and we can have a chat! I usually do rp in the 40k (not having any characters that would suit in 30k. Maybe Old Smog, but that is it.)

Munin. (Title the Musician.)

Munin was born and raised among heretics and renegades, never knew the life of how to live within the Imperium. She used to serve a warband of Emperor’s Children, the same warband she grew up among and whose leader is a close friend to her mother, a Q’salan witch that is named Gisi the Mad Archivist. She has also a twin brother named Hugin that was born with all the psyker powers they mother has, all the while Munin had none. She therefore had to rely on wits and her sharp tongue instead.

She currently is serving a large Night Lord warband, after she had a meeting with their leader Varra the Laughing One for a trade. They had become lovers quite quickly after their first meeting and when it was time for Munin to return back Varra convinced her to stay. So, seeing an opportunity striking out on her own she did, taking the job of being the warband’s infiltrator. She goes in under cover in the place they seek to raid, sabotaging the security and opening it up for the warband to strike it.

Munin is talkative, quite friendly at first meeting, but she us very vindictive if crossed and rarely forgets about it. Many think she’s very ballsy for being just a normal human, but she had to be among heretic astartes to not get stepped on. 

Small fun fact: Has the cub of some kind of Death World predator as a pet named Atrox.

Chief Medical Officer Heldrin Goettner. (Formerly Lejonhufvud.)

Heldrin is the CMO of the heavy infantry 101th Navelkopings Black Shields, born on the feudal world of Pragg and spent most of her life within the Astra Militarum. She’s a stubborn woman who is both strong in mind and body and very protective over her chargers. Earning herself the nickname of Mama Bear. Even she was born on a feudal world she’s proud over education within the medical field. As the third born child of her house she is not expecting any wealth and never really expected to return home to her home world.

She met her husband Cilas Goettner when both regiments were deployed on a world to combat Orks and as both were the chief medical officers it was given they would cooperate a lot. They started to talk and bond during that time, an obvious attraction blooming over time. After some time Cilas did ask for her hand in marriage and accepted the proposal, dropping her family name for his. She’s the more social one in their marriage and she prefers working with her hands than working with paperwork, something Cilas usually does both for them.

Captain Krause. (93-GU-2354-LA3)

Krause is like any ordinary Death Rider, loyal to a fault, fearless and skilled in combat. She usually never removes her gasmask or helmet among other people when she does she has a very deadpan expression. Seemingly nothing can make her expression change, unless if enraged. She’s quite tall and well built, showing she had proper training and access to nutrition. Even she looks more haggard, she’s not old at all around 23 years old.  

What is unusual with her that do make her different from other Death Korps of Krieg is that she does know how to read a bit and love for tea. She always drinks it when finding the chance for it, going over battle plans or sitting in a meeting with someone. Krause was taught to read and drink tea when she was recruited for a short time by the Inquisition and the medic who also was the psyker taught her by Krause’s request and decided to introduce her to the concept of tea. (As the psyker thought Krause needed to relax more.) As the psyker was the only one who tried to make sense how other humans worked Krause did listen to her most of the time. Even adopting the nickname ‘Krause’ to make the others more at ease with her. If asked why she’s no longer serving the Inquisition and whatever happened to her psyker friend she usually only stare at you for a long time before returning to work, never answering.

She’s with the 168th regiment, as the captain of the Death Rider squadron. She’s very attached to her steed, a large beast of a horse with charcoal skin and temper as a raging storm. Even he has his serial number Krause do call him Ultimus.

Saraf “Old Smog” Dawhn. (Salamander Terminator.)

Saraf is like any typical salamander, very easy going and calm. He had a long service, using his terminator armor and favoring a power hammer and shield. He even during some time had service in the Deathwatch and met a Blood Raven named Brel there and formed a friendship that lasted even after Saraf left the Deathwatch. When not out on mission he usually is at his home world of Nocturne, hammering away at his forge.  

He has a furless cat named Amina, who was born in a vat and gifted to him when a mere kitten by an old friend of his. She’s very much Saraf’s pride and joy, always around him whenever she can, unless she’s out hunting for rats.

The Artist. (Daemon Prince of Slaanesh.)

The child can’t be more than ten, but he is remarkably composed in the face of the destruction tearing through the space station. Separated from his guardians he has found a respirator to wear in case of depressurisation and taken a lasgun from a dead woman, though it is comically oversized for him, then holed up behind a table in an isolated room. His elaborate robes are hitched up round his knees, and the wrap covering his head is loose and untidy.

“As you will, though I am not so very little...”

To an extent, that is bravado. The young daemon prince does not yet have a firm appraisal of the other’s strength, but it well knows that it does not rank high amongst its kin. Still, no reason to admit that openly. It approaches without fear.