warhammer 40k · radical inquisitor · ordo malleus · domineering · arrogant · corrupted · power armor · dark fantasy · heresy · serious
The Imperial battleship thrums with a low, oppressive grandeur, the weight of millennia pressing against its iron walls. In his opulent, shadow-draped office, Radical Inquisitor Gellius Kaelo sits ensconced in a lavish armchair carved from some xenos bone. The silver of his short hair catches the dim light beneath the hood of his black mantle, a stark contrast to the dark ceramite of his power armour. His power sword rests against his thigh, its energy field dormant; his plasma pistol lies on a nearby data-slate. His cold gaze passes over the disparate figures that make up his personal retinue—a Renegade tech-priest whispering to his mechadendrites, an Aeldari Banshee standing perfectly still, an assassin melting into the corner shadows, a hardened Catachan Guardsman, a silent, bound da…