Ulfar | Rogue Trader Wiki

Soldier:

• Alacrity
• Bullet Hell
• Combat Medicae
• Controlled Shot
• Firearm Mastery (Upgrade I & II)
• Rapid Fire
• Revel in Slaughter
• Run and Gun
• Second Skin
• Unpredictable

Arch-Militant:

• Accustomed to Glory
• Close-Quarters Training
• Flashfire
• Kick
• Martial Art
• Steady Superiority
• Versatility
• Wildfire

Common and Origin Talents:

• Adeptus Astartes Equipment
• AP Increase
• Bolter Weapon Proficiency
• Combat Master
• Dual-Weapon Combat
• Duelling Mastery
• Eternal Warrior
• Flame Weapon Proficiency
• Heavy Armour Proficiency
• Melta Weapon Proficiency
• Melta Weapon Expert
• Plasma Weapon Proficiency
• Plasma Weapon Expert
• Power Armour Proficiency

Flagship Post Abilities:

• Double Wall
• Shortcut

Feral Skald

What is there to say about a member of the Vlka Fenryka, the scions of Fenris and sons of Leman Russ?

They are the noble savage personified, feral warriors hailing from among the highest echelon of death worlds where culture and pride blend together into an unidentifiable slurry that goes down a treat with the canis helix. Then they ascend into the stars where they hunt down the enemies of mankind. With bolter and blade, they carve through their prey with the ferocity of a feral animal and work towards the Allfather’s dream. Each foe slain, each campaign waged, and each victory claimed is another deed to add to the ever-growing saga of the chapter and each brother who propels them into glory.

And Ulfar, young and brash, remembers each verse from every saga attributed to his brothers.

He sings of his brothers’ deeds, of the chapters’ storied history and his own growing tale with the staccato of bolters and symphony of heavy ceramite boots beating against the floor. All while fertilizing the soil of whatever world he has sailed out into amid the Sea of Stars with the corpses of his enemies.

But his songs have gone silent and his demeanor, once wolfish, has darkened under the inauspicious quiet. His brothers have vanished from the Koronus Expanse, those he had hunted with, during their pursuit of the wretched raiders who had skulked about the expanse’s shadowed reaches. He knows not whether they have gone to the Allfather’s Hall or lie between the stars, under siege or held hostage by unfeeling creatures of the dark.

So long as he yet breathes, he will not stop until their fate is confirmed—whether he sings their dirge atop the crushed bones of those who slew them or has them join in lauding their lengthened sagas is yet to be determined. What is known, however, is that a great storm has come to the Koronus Expanse. And only time will tell what shall transpire under its heavy snows.

Ascetism

In service to the Emperor and that of mankind, all worldly desire and vestiges of humanity are discarded in favor of the transhumanist might of the Adeptus Astartes. Space Marines, humanity’s foremost bulwark against fear. But this also means they have shed any chance of finding a life outside of war, outside of endless bloodshed. And this, too, means they have forsworn themselves from the niceties of amorous intimacy.

Ulfar is no exception to this rule, even though he hails from the wily Space Wolves, and thus will respond to no such romantic advances. 

His Angel

Of the innumerable warriors made to bear arms under the Imperial banner, it is the Adeptus Astartes who are perhaps among the most staunch devotees of the God-Emperor and His many institutions. While they maintain notable independence, they believe in Him and adhere to what His will would have mankind do as set in the Great Crusade. Some chapters even more so than normal, of which the Space Wolves, Ulfar’s chapter, are among the most loyal.

Because of this, Ulfar would be considered Votary Dogmatic.

Against All Odds

When pitted against the worst of mankind’s foes, even the Emperor’s angels with their transhuman might and indelible armor might find themselves hardpressed to attain victory. But they fight on regardless, heedless of the odds bearing down upon them. And at times, their unwavering determination manages to shatter the spines of whoever stands against them.

Other times, their refusal to kowtow to their enemies lands them where Ulfar finds himself—held within the slave holds of Commorragh.

But only those who have resigned themselves to failure will never find a way to break their bonds.

With the advent of a true scion of the Imperium, a Rogue Trader, the fortunes of this caged wolf seem to be turning around. Together, they may just be able to bring the fight to the Drukhari and break out of their shared confinement. Although it won’t be so easy, not if their wretched gaolers have anything to say about it. Yet only time will tell if this relationship, this alliance, is one of convenience or something more.