Vinicius, To Whom You Bow

Hey, boys and girls, let me introduce you the most pompous, pedantic and pimp-handed child of the Emperor of Mankind, Vinicius of the Emperor's Children.

Kaetan Vinicius always stood out among a Legion of perfection for his tremendous skills in battlefield command. With an uncanny skill for predicting troop movements and anticipanting dangers, he always knew exactly when to send in his Garguillion assault squad and, especially, when to get into the fight himself.

Indeed, along with his aptitude as a commander, his tremendously aloof nature - even towards his Legion brothers - made Kaetan renowned among the Great Crusade. Comparisons were often made with Lucius, but the Swordsman was far more skilled with a sword - and willing to go into a fray - than Vinicius.

The interesting bit is that, to the bewilderment of all his peers, Kaetan Vinicius never accepted a promotion from assault sergeant to Lord Commander. Only those closest to him - his squad - understood the decision. While an avatar of the Legion on the outside, something borne from a fiery devotion to the ideals the Emperor's Children, the sergeant was extremely savage in combat. Though more than one Legion-brother (and even those from other Legions) noted the awkwardness of a son of Fulgrim wielding twin Power Fists, Vinicus made sure only a few viewed how much he relished opening a foe's ribcage or dismembering an opposing leader.

This discipline-bound duplicity carried to the post-Heresy Legion. While many of his brethren let themselves get carried by the appeal of easy carnage and depravity, Vinicius maintained a regal air, his armour almost indistinguishable from his years in service of the Corpse. Of every Marine in his warband, he demands the same demonstration of superiority.

Yet he is succumbing. His successful attack on a Sisters of Battle monastery granted him a tabard made from their faces, his power fists slowly melded with his hands...Every gift, Vinicius thanks to his god Slaanesh, every duel he relishes more, his finishing moves an increasing show of depravity. Like other Raptors, his lust for the hunt grows with each kill. Each day, Kaetan vinicius views himself in a mirror made of a Grey Knight's armour and sees nobility. On the other side, Slaanesh smiles...

Seeing as I've produced a wall of text, I'll be quick with the explanations: I hate the "leather and pink, tube-faced, whip wielding" Emperor's Children depiction. To me, they were the nobility of the Space Marine Legions, and Vinicius thinks alike. Slaanesh's way of mocking this was to grant him with a multitude of golden wings, each resembling the Legion's symbol.

Oh, and aren't those defiled cherubs cute? Who's daddy's precious little abomination?