Tirakev Xabier

Tirakev Xabier is a youthful dark eldar, born in 899.M41, who attained the rank of hierarch at the young age of 57. He was then able to promote himself to Archon of the Kabal of the Soul Vortex by the time he was 68. He was attacked many times by rival kabals, who saw him as weak, yet managed to survive, his power greatly reduced. He fought against his enemies with a vengeance, dealing each one attacks that would have guaranteed him promotion at any wych cult throughout Commoragh.

It is thought that he attained his fighting skill on or around his 13th birthday, due to a revenge attack from another kabal. His parents, the names of which he refuses to divulge, as well as the details of what happened, were both killed, but 2 mandrakes were found in his house with the skulls removed, through the neck, leaving the skin intact, and a further one found without even the skin of his head.

After this attack, he fought ever stronger, wearing the skin of his most recent kill as a mask, and was risen to the rank of syrabite by the time he was 21, due to assisting in the capture of the "Emperor's faithful", a battleship, and put in command of a small squad of warriors from his Kabal, the Soul Vortex. His promotion to dracon followed shortly afterwards, by a quick dark lance "miss" during combat.

He gathered a few of his most loyal warriors, and stole a Corsair, using it's warp and mimic engines to hitch onto a convoy heading to a fledgeling imperial world. He detached from the convoy shortly before planetfall, and conducted small raids on towns and villages, careful never to become strong enough for the imperials to send more than a small force against him.

While on one of his raids, he captured a psyker that even he could tell was powerful, and, in a flash of inspiration, decided to spare him, and keep him in his retinue as a psychic lightning rod, and to predict events for him. Many raids later, this captured psyker told Tirakev about a recurring dream he had been having, about a small village, with a large church, heaped with the dead, and in the middle, a powerful figure. He said it was "the awakening of power, a source of great strength", and that Tirakev should attack. After whipping his slave for not telling him sooner, he decided to oblige the psyker, but sent his warriors away, leaving only his finest incubi, and the psyker with him.

Tirakev attacked, a rampaging tornado of death, devastating the hastily constructed defenses of the inhabitants. Blood twirled in streams where he passed, bones, weapons and skulls alike shattering beneath his fury. He knew there was something special about this village, his still-young 84 year old frame grew taller and more powerful as he approached the church. As he stood outside the church, with a human child cowering in his 7-foot tall shadow, he paused for a moment, thinking about how this could be his manifest destiny, to seize the source of this power and use it for revenge. He slowly caressed the childs face with his blades, shuddering in ecstasy as he died from the cocktail of poisons he lavished upon his blades each morning.

When he entered the church, Tirakev immediately felt his momentuous power draining from him. Through the haze of agony, he used the last vestiges of his energy to throw his poisoned gauntlet at the psyker. The psyker just laughed, the laugh growing more high pitched and chilling, even as the lethal blade cut through his chest. As he writhed, Tirakev saw a fine sparkling dust flow out of the psyker towards the altar of the church, where it burst into mulit-coloured flame, and formed a serpentine body, with great wings. A Lord of Change. The psyker screamed and died, and with that, the firey body became corpereal, and spoke to Tirakev, telling him to join or die. Tirakev, feeling the impossible pressure on his mind, the visions of the warp stirring in his head, futures that could be, futures that would be if he did not accept this avatars offer, dutifully agreed, suddenly feeling fatigued and colapsing on the warp-tainted floor of the church.

After this, Tirakev became possessed with unimaginable power and strength after being dragged to his ship by his faithful retuine, and a strangely short recovery, he found himself far surpassing his old capabilites, the gods immense power had meshed with his will. He found himself returning days later to the avatar, who seeing his new form and great power offered to join the retuine, deeming him worthy of his master's favour. However, having the daemon with him was not enough for the crazed power of Tirakev. He wrestled the Lord of Change into the soul of his accompanying haemonculi, all to the noise of laughter from some unseen source. He led raids, primarily against other chaos targets, but his daemonic power meant no target was safe once he gazed at it with his mutable, flickering, colourful eyes, and set a course from his tzeentchi Corsair.

This continued for 16 blood and death-filled years, with the maddening laughter of his new god ringing in his mind, until Tirakev was contacted one night by the same voice he still has nightmares about, that voice that takes him back to that blood drenched morning, where his soul was stolen. Was the laughing at, or with him, he wondered idly before listening to his new orders. He was told to seek out Inquisitor Arreal, and to fight with him against the forces of the other chaos gods. Tirakev immediately woke his crew, and set a course to Mordian, where Arreal was last seen.

Arreal was a righteous inquisitor Lord, but his senses had long been corrupted by chaos, and he fell easily to Tirakev's promises of glory, and the extermination of the daemonic. Tirakev took him, and his small army of followers to his Corsair, the "Venaliter", where Arreals tech-adepts attached the orbital strike to the underside, promising "Swift retribution on our enemies." Tirakev heard the mocking laughter of his god ringing throughout his head even then, and knew this was all part of the plan of the Changer of the Ways.

Now, Tirakev fights against their enemies with Arreal, while remaining aware that should Arreal suspect that he worships Tzeentch, he must be killed immediately. Only time will tell what part of the Great Schemers plan he is unwittingly fulfilling.

Tirakev attacked, a rampaging tornado of death, devastating the hastily constructed defenses of the inhabitants. Blood twirled in streams where he passed, bones, weapons and skulls alike shattering beneath his fury. He knew there was something special about this village, his still-young 84 year old frame grew taller and more powerful as he approached the church. As he stood outside the church, with a human child cowering in his 7-foot tall shadow, he paused for a moment, thinking about how this could be his manifest destiny, to seize the source of this power and use it for revenge. He slowly caressed the childs face with his blades, shuddering in ecstasy as he died from the cocktail of poisons he lavished upon his blades each morning.

the poisoned blades should've easily killed the child, but that was not his fate, for Tzeench was was not the only god who's presence could be felt on this day. on this day, the god of plagues poison and death, the mighty Nurgle bestowed upon the child a gift. a new life, a half life, he would no longer feel pain, nor happiness, he could feel nothing but anger, and hatred towards he who had "killed" him.

It is not often a chaos god blesses a child, this is because the results are often either catastrophic, creating nothing more than an undersized chaos spawn, with feelings, or are underwhelming, and the child is no more threat than an unruly teenager, however this child was different, he had been touched by evil, deep within his heart. Tirakev had damaged his very soul on that fateful day,

The child's name was Iasar Amaran. (eye-ass-ar am-air-ran) and from that day on, he was a child of Nurgle, though, not physically different, his mind was warped and evil.

it was in his teen years when battle once again returned to the village, though, there were not many people left before the battle, and only those who fought as savagely as the Tyranids who attacked survived, by this time, Iasar had grown large for his age, and was able to hold off the Tyranids that attacked him during the battle.

it was a long time until reinforcements arrived, in the form of space marines, and only a handful of survivors were left fighting, the space marines butchered the Tyranids, who were rouges that had been stranded from their hive fleet.

The space marines then checked the group for any suitable to join their ranks, only Iasar and one other were selected, normally, the space marines psychological screening should've shown them his taint, however during the time of fighting the Tyranids, Iasar had thought himself forsaken by Nurgle, and denounced the god, hiding his taint from the marines, but Nurgle was still watching.

Iasar trained for several years, and became hardened in close combat, but more than this, he was trained by a powerful librarian, and quickly became a powerful psycher, in his own right.

after many years of training Iasar was sent to battle. he was a formidable warrior, tearing down the largest of opponents with his incredible psychic power. it wasnt long before he was called upon to battle with a split band of the world eaters.

the battle looked like the space marines were to be victorious, but the battle was turned by one man. Iasar had seen the bloody chaos caused by the worshippers of Khorne, and his spark of evil was ignited. he swatted his former allies as if they were no more than flies, and joined the warband of the world eaters.

it wasnt long before Iasar was leading his warband, and was soon searching for Tirakev, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake.

during his bloody crusade he encountered an aincient text that talked of a fifth chaos god, known as Malalthe god of malice, Iasar, having been blessed by both Nurgle and Khorne already, became greedy, and sought to be blessed by all of the chaos gods, and set upon a quest to find worshippers of The lord of vengeance. after a long and bloody journey, that encompassed more than half of the galaxy he at last came upon a temple built to Malal on a planet on the very edgeof the galxy, near to that had been barren since the birth of Slaanesh, Iasar told his men to wait outside as he entered the temple alone, where it is said he met with a greater demon, who spoke with the voice of Malal,

nobody knows what happened in the temple, but when he left Iasar was bent on a meeting with slaanesh. for he believed, the god, would be more than happy to help him destroy Tirakev.

thus began his journey towards the eye of terror, around 993.M41. unaware he was being followed, but not long after passing Ichar IV his pursuers had stopped following.

after reacing the eye of terror, it was not long before Iasar found a demon planet ruled over by a keeper of secrets of immense power, who spoke to Iasar psychicly. and offered him the blessings of slaanesh to be used to destroy Tirakev. powers which he gratefullly accepted, promising to track down Tirakev, and make him feel the sting of his magic.

with the help of the lord of dark delights it was not difficult to find Tirakev. in his ship orbiting Uralan. Iasar wasted no time in boarding his ship, and finding Tirakev. he did this alone, as to please the prince of pleasure, and because it was personal, he would not risk anyone else killing Tirakev. Iasar engaged Tirakev in one on one combat. after a long drawn out battle, Iasar had the upper hand, Tirakev, was pinned to the ground by his lash of submission. but as he was about to strike a final blow, he stopped, as Tzeench wispered to him, the god fo change pointed out to him that if it weren't for Tirakev. Iasar would still be a weak mortal, other than being blessed by four out of five chaos gods. it was then Iasar was offered, to spare Tirakev, and he would be marked by tzeench, and he would have more power than any of the great chaos ever before. Iasar had kept his promise, he had made Tirakev feel the sting of his magic. and realised, he would gain much much more from sparing his life. so he agreed, and spared Tirakev, promising him that next time they met, they would be enemies no longer.

Iasar was no longer the weak mortal he had once been, he was now one of the most powerful tyrants in the galaxy,

it was not long after he created his own warband, containing the most treacherous, warped, and powerful warriors in the galaxy

i thought it would do better as a reply to this one because of how it starts

Aye, it does work better. Still, mine will always be at the top of the forum, I could have put yours beneath.

Tirakev strode across the battlefield, resplendent in his blood-caked armour, which had escaped unscathed, due partly to the built-in shadow field, partly due to his almost tangible aura of rage, which seemed to give him preternatural speed. He reached up to flick the field off - the battlefield was clear of all but carcasses - but he saw movement from one of the putrid heaps on his left, and crouched behind a dismembered Ork.

It took him a moment to remember why he was fighting, in battle the daemon took control, meshing perfectly with his basest instincts, and he took pleasure only in death. He dimly remembered seeing raiders descend from the skies, bedecked in icons of the Kabal of the Black Heart. He suspected it was they who killed his parents, those 83 years ago, a suspicion he confirmed when he heard the sibilant hissing of a mandrake. Specifically, Skinripper, the only surviving mandrake from the attack. It was then, around 30 minutes ago that the daemon took over, as his mind throbbed with rage.

Tirakev focused his daemonic might into silencing himself as he strode through the field of broken bodies and buildings, as he stalked towards the movement. As he approached, he saw a bloodied female climb from the pile of blood and death, and look around. A second glance at the body told him a few more things - she was a dark eldar, and a beautiful one. She also held her body with an air of grace and power, as if one with rank. He also noticed that although dripping with blood, she was uninjured. The mere fact that she was alive hinted at considerable martial prowess.

He coughed by her ear, to get her attention. Within a heartbeat, she whirled around, leveling a knife at Tirakev's throat. He glared at it, without a word. It began to melt into coloured droplets, which swirled in the air before flashing as the hit the ground and disappearing against the lifeless face beneath them.

In the harsh twilight of this forsaken valley, as one of the moons cast an eerie half-light over the mutilated corpses, Tirakev was reminded of the life he had left behind. Yes, he was powerful. Yes, he was feared. But he was an outcast, unwanted, unloved, hated, awash with hatred and bitterness. He could read the surface thoughts of the humbled Eldar before him, and knew that she felt the same, as a mere hired killer. They were both tired of the sickening life under She Who Thirsts and the implacable will of Asubdrael.

Making an enormous decision, he transferred some of his might into her soul, overwhelming her mind as she whimpered under the sheer power of the Lord of Change within him. Then, with a shared glance and thought, they hovered above the bodies on discs of mental energy, back to base.

The only eyes that watched these proceedings were the hundreds below them, sunken in sightless sockets, laid to waste beneath the cold moon, and those of the Great Manipulator himself, who laughed as he watched his champion grow.

so how many champions do you have now?

Adam has 3 (with backstories)... i intend to have many many many (check the corrupted)

Three? Arreal, Tirakev, who else? Unless you're counting the dracon, that was just because I felt like writing a story, and had to put the dracon in somewhere. That's not being a special character though, just a story member.