“I have bested horrors that chill with a gaze and tempt unreasoning terror. I have faced death eye to eye and blade to blade”
Long in the making, years of handcrafted opinion and vision has led me here. The first battle brother of a new astartes force. Honed down to almost hundreth of a millimeter accuracy, this secretive kill-marine represents my ultimate vision to what space marines are, and how I want to portray their qualities.
Centuries old behemoths of war made possible by lost technology from an another age, it is equal parts blessing and a curse to be recruited into their ranks. The warriors easily tower over mortal men and cause feelings of pure awe among those who ever witness their presence, but their humanlike features also betray their age and emotional bandwidth. Their movements are purposeful and almost predatorily natural in battle, yet seeing human form so out of scale causes a slight unease. They are by no means slow or cumbersome, but there is an unidentifiable ponderous quality, like the centuries of war and the mass of armour is trying to pin them still.
I reckon space marines are more like old farmer’s tractors than modern SUVs; their whole presence just screams inescapable purpose.
The one I’m presenting here, first of many, is kind of a prototype for how I want my next army to feel. Cold, purposeful, ancient, and almost holy in their severeness. This is what the utter mandate of the Deathwatch does to men and to gods. I haven’t included many ornaments or external features, because half of the objective was still to gain knowledge about the mass and composition of power armour. It is extremely near my ideal, but the next one I’m already building has a few minor changes done.
Thank you for reading so far. On to the pictures:
And how he fits within the world of the Forest-Stalker..