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| - During his youth on the dismal planet of Chemos, Lucius shone out as a jewel in the dirt. He had an immense reservoir of talent that he could pour into any pursuit that caught his fancy, and he was possessed of a boyish handsomeness that even the harsh air of his home planet could not mar. Lucius quickly attracted patrons from the upper echelons of power. His sponsored studies gravitated towards the arts of war, for the business of killing held a fascination for him. Yet it was not large-scale strategy or tactical analysis that made his eyes gleam. Instead, it was personal triumph that captivated the young Lucius –- the duel, the contest, the sword bout. Only there could a true warrior be feted for his skills; only there could the glory and approbation be his alone, and the fine wine of vi
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| - During his youth on the dismal planet of Chemos, Lucius shone out as a jewel in the dirt. He had an immense reservoir of talent that he could pour into any pursuit that caught his fancy, and he was possessed of a boyish handsomeness that even the harsh air of his home planet could not mar. Lucius quickly attracted patrons from the upper echelons of power. His sponsored studies gravitated towards the arts of war, for the business of killing held a fascination for him. Yet it was not large-scale strategy or tactical analysis that made his eyes gleam. Instead, it was personal triumph that captivated the young Lucius –- the duel, the contest, the sword bout. Only there could a true warrior be feted for his skills; only there could the glory and approbation be his alone, and the fine wine of victory savoured beyond all doubt. Such was Lucius' hunger for personal glory that his entire life distorted around it, bending like hot metal around the pointed pursuit of excellence. By the time he came of age, the young swordsman had already surpassed the classical styles taught by the weapon masters of Chemos. During his studies, his rapier took the lives of dozens of beggars and brigands that Lucius later claimed had attacked him. He dispensed hundreds of scars to lesser pupils, even claiming an eye or a finger here and there in the occasional "accident." His character was called into doubt time and time again, but none could argue with the lustre of his skills. As he grew older, Lucius redefined the term prodigy. He fought with lackadaisical contempt against youths his own age, toying with them like a cat toying with a wounded bird before delivering the scar that signalled their defeat. Against his tutors, however, he fought like a man possessed, every iota of his being focused upon victory. While competing in the yearly contest held by the Elders of Chemos, Lucius' impeccable swordsmanship caught the eye of a hulking stranger who watched from the shadows. During the last round of the Golden Sword, there was a disruption in the tourney lists, and the young swordsman found himself fighting against a famed champion twice his age. Though Lucius had proven himself the better warrior within the first few minutes, when his opponent drove a knee into his stomach, the youth was knocked to the dirt. Winded, Lucius reeled and stumbled out of his foe's reach long enough to recover his breath. A frown of concentration on his boyish face, he then proceeded to take his opponent apart, limb by limb and vein by gushing vein. The champion’s supporters were outraged at the callous dispatching of their leader, and they stormed the arena en masse. It was then that the bloodletting began in earnest. Lucius would have met a gory end if it were not for the intervention of the shadowy stranger observing the contest. Both the youth and the stranger disappeared before the contest's conclusion. Lucius was never seen again amongst the people of Chemos. The stranger, a ranking Sergeant in the IIIrd Space Marine Legion, had been so impressed by Lucius's raw talent and determination that he offered the youth a single chance to join the Legiones Astartes. Lucius leapt at the opportunity. So began the military career of a young warrior who would eventually come to define everything that was evil and twisted in the Emperor's Children.
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