Ash is a vat-grown clone, birthed from one of the tanks aboard the Angyr Angst. The name 'Ash' is a short form of VatMas49, which is his designated number. Kruger spliced his genes. Kruger grew him in a tank. Kruger birthed him Kruger taught him everything he knows. As a result he's more than a little colored by Kruger's view of life - and very loyal to his master.

Ash is tall, slender and hairless, with 'sculpted good looks' (his face is completely symmetric) and a big-time user of antibacterial gel (leaving his skin with a slightly oily sheen). He wears the traditional greenish robes of Kruger's staff, unless his tasks requires him to wear some form of protective gear (or disguise - probably required in his new role as infiltrator).

He has a full cybernetic upgrade package; worthy of a full member of the Adeptus Mechanicus. Additional implants include 2 Mechadendrites (one has a plasma torch, the other a multi-tool), a MIU and a built-in vox caster. He's rarely seen without at least some toolsets, auspexes and sacred dataslates. If combat comes calling he can wield a range of melee weapons; he's no slouch, but he's not Astartes either. Ranged combat is done by a powerful, yet compact las-carabine. He has a suit of light carapace armour somewhere in his quarters; the same type used by naval armsmen acros the galaxy.

Philosophically he's influenced by Uriel (as are all of the crew of the Angyr - Kruger included): There is so much wrong in the galaxy that it has to burn, all of it, so that something new and pure can rie from the ashes. "It is the 2nd or 3rd Terraforming that yields the strongest harvest," is one of his sayings.

In terms of tech-use and techno-lore his good points include: Librarium searches, machine spirit tweaks (including security bypasses), and remote control (he's quite the expert at directing servitors and drones). He's also quite skilled with bio-systems; you cannot be one of Kruger's children and not know these things!

His only weak spots are personal combat; he's got little training and no special combat augmentation. He is also not good at miniaturization; or perhaps he does not really see the need for it. What gear Ash makes or uses is usually rough, plain, clean and utilitarian - nothing overly fancy or ornamented, nothing to detract form the item's true purpose.

If he must contribute in battle he does so best when remotely directing servitors and drones. One of his most prized tech-artefacts is a painstakingly restored Imperium scout drone: A combat-programmed servitor brain housed inside a flying armoured shell. It packs a bolter and a plasma pistol-equivalent weapon (powerful, but short-ranged). It is also quite stealthy and has a good auspex array (so it's good for scouting).

Meet Alfonzo Barca member of the 81st coterie of the glorious 10th Host.He remembers little of his beginnings but that is normal for one of the faithful for what is there to remember from a time before the Word? Alfonzo started his life on the slave decks of the Bringer of Faith, a frightened young boy part of the slave gangs that fuel the mighty warship's gun deck and its sacrificial skinning pits.

He joined the Brotherhood of the Obsidian Knife for protection after his closed family was murdered or taken for sacrifice by a rival gang. He got protection but also bettered himself and got a way of the dark and short life of the slave decks and on to the god decks above. He learned the to speak and read the holy words of Lorgar, he learned pay homage to the true gods and he knew why he had once feared the dark and the violence of the slave decks as a young boy, for there in the dark the true believers hunted the infidels.

Alfonzo knew no fear now except the righteous fear of the gods that any true believer will freely tell you that he has. He was now not prey but one of the predators of the dark - the others had even more reason to fear the dark now. The rival gang that hunted the family of the newest recruit was killed by the Brotherhood and their hearts eaten for strength; for does not the Word say the revenge and hate is to be taken and nurtured in blood and warm entrails and skulls, wet and reeking of terror, placed on the altars to honor the Gods? Yes, you know it does, the word speaks only true that is know to all but the infidels.

Alfonzo was tempered in battle in the below deck murder games and in intra-cult war that is looked on with favor by the Bearers of the holy word as a divine way to bring forward recruits to bolster their holy ranks. He knew well the words of Lorgnar, was fast in battle, cunning and cruel, but utterly devoted; these were the  words used to describe him by his brothers in the obsidian blade.

Alfonzo was taken in the night by the Berars of the true word, pain and utter pain followed, night and day full of terrors as the gods and Doctor of the Legion flayed his soul and his flesh and in time accepted him as a one of the true belivers, a scout of the 10th Host of the Word Bearers Legion. Alfonzo showed the same cunning and cruel devotion as a scout. And as the 10th under a new apostle was in a period of holy war there was the possibility to rise from the rank of scout to brother in a relative short time (too short a time grumbles the old guard).

Alfonzo has the mark of the obsidian brotherhood tattooed on his chest, and the symbol of the legion over his heart. On both shoulders there are chaos eight-pointed stars and down his back there is a page from the Book of Lorgnar written in demonic script. "Samus. That's the only name you'll hear. Samus. It means the end and the death. Samus. I am Samus. Samus is all around you. Samus is the man beside you. Samus will gnaw on your bones. Look out! Samus is here." tattooed on his right flank as a tribute to the patron daemon of infiltrators. "Victory attained through violence is victory indeed. But when a enemy turns on it self- that is the essence of true, lasting victory " tattooed on his left flank as a tribute to those who are the enemy within.

Alfonzo has a new mark 8 Power Armour with a mark 6 helmet (the previous owner of the armour took a head shot from a heavy bolter). The armour is in excellent condition, save for the scars of numerous superficial bolter hits. He spends his free time decorating it in the manner of the Legion. His favored weapons (apart from cult fighting/skinning blades) are bolter and an ancient power maul - a brutal weapon from a more brutal age.

“As the slaves of the Corpse-God marks time it was 999 years ago that the proud Ultramarine Chaplain Castor Rebelius Xandor went into battle and was slain, a broken man on his knees upon the Blood Fields of Chaqrst IV.

His vestments were placed in a cauldron of his own blood and at the sound of his soul's laments they were remade into totems of Chaos; his venerable armor repainted with blood and shadow, his blessed boltgun given new purpose, and his holy Crozius imbued with malefic spite.

Castor now lives anew, born of Chaos to fight on for the Powers as a shadowy Angel of Death: To spread the word and will of Lorgar, to denounce the Corpse-God and his false servants, to free Mankind from the shackles of tyranny.

The former bearer of the name and vestments screams eternally in the Warp, knowing fully well that he died before his duty was done. Like a shadow he is bound to his slayer, and like a shadow he can do naught but watch - watch and scream, to the laughter of the dark gods. “