Tide of Change
Fabian would stand at 1.6 meters, but his twisted and mutated form is bent and hunched over, making him stand so much lower than he would, were he a pure human. His skin is a putrid, sickening mix of blues and green, splotched unevenly across his entire body, giving him an disgusting, inhuman appearance. His face is not much better, one side graced with an almost untouched, even attract young man while the other is deformed, ragged mockery of man. His eyes are an eerie red and, together with fingers twisted into wicked claws and teeth warped into gruesome fangs, lends him a menacing air.
Much of his attire is little more than ill-picked rags and well-worn scavenge, but even with such limited selections the vile mutant does his best to twist them into mockeries of the Imperium, styling them after the attire of the blessed preachers and missionaries of the Emperor’s Divine Will.
A Firebrand and a heretical fanatic, Fabian is an arch-traitor who travels from world to world, preaching a twisted reinterpretation of Imperial Dogma, spreading rebellion and dissent across entire subsectors. He claims that the mutant and the psyker are the natural evolution of mankind, and that they should be elevated to the position of leaders, rather than vilified as corruptions of the sacred form of man. Through impassioned words and fervent preaching, he intends to shake the very foundations of the Imperium and spread his heretical change across it like a cancer.
His origins are mostly unknown but some suspect he was once a mere mutant slave, a labor worker who received some twisted vision or message. His followers claim it was sent from the God Emperor himself, but that is clearly nothing more than the lies and delusions of a madman and his followers. Far more likely this supposed vision, did it occur at all, was given unto him by one of the dark lords of Chaos.
While he recently begun amassing vast resources, Fabian’s most deadly tool remains his voice. Through fierce oration and heretical rhetoric, he spurs his followers into a fanatical frenzy, gladly throwing these rabid hordes into the service of the Pale Throng or whatever other shadowy master he truly serves.
“PRAISE THE DIVINE GOD EMPEROR! WE, THE TRUE CHILDREN OF THE IMPERIUM, HAVE BEEN CAST DOWN FROM OUR RIGHTFUL PLACE! WAS NOT THE EMPEROR A PSYKER? WAS HE NOT TOO TOUCHED BY THE DIVINE LIKE WE ARE? THROUGH LIES AND DECEIT THE UNEVOLVED SEEK TO STEAL OUR BIRTHRIGHT! LIKE THE EMPEROR, WE ARE DESTINED TO RULE! IT IS TIME MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS, ITS TIME TO TAKE BACK WHAT HAS BEEN STOLEN! IT’S TIME TO REMAKE THIS EMPIRE AS WE SEE FIT! IT IS TIME FOR CHANGE!” – recording of Emissary Fabian on Fenksworld