Sir Fungus
*Alot of Poses* "Kamen Rider: Black!"
Jo'dem Kobal was born to the ashes of a war-torn world, on Nocturne, the home of the Salamanders. From an early age, Kobal was forged in the fires of hardship and survival, much like every other son of Vulkan. He was raised in the harsh volcanic regions of the planet, learning the value of patience, strength, and the unyielding will to protect others.
The memory of his early years was a blur—vivid, yet distant—a time when he had no concept of what his future would hold. But his early adulthood was marked by a deep desire to prove himself, not for glory or pride, but for the flame of duty and brotherhood that burned within him.
When the Salamanders came to recruit new initiates, Kobal was among those chosen. He endured the trials, his spirit and body tested beyond mortal limits, but he survived, as many of his brothers did, with strength and fire in his heart. Upon his transformation into an Astartes, Kobal took up his role in the Chapter, becoming a trusted Tactical Marine. His expertise was in close assault, wielding a chainsword with deadly precision while deploying his bolter in support of his brothers on the frontlines. He was known for his quick thinking in battle and his ability to inspire his squad, leading them through thick and thin.
But that was before the tragedy.
The turning point in Kobal's life came during a campaign on Scyros VI, a world plagued by the insidious forces of Chaos. The planet had long been a battleground, and the Salamanders were called to cleanse it of the heretic forces that had taken root there. The Chaos Cultists, led by a particularly cruel Chaos Sorcerer, had embedded themselves in the planet’s cities, twisting its once-prosperous civilization into a haven of madness and terror.
Kobal’s squad, led by Sergeant Kaelen, was assigned to assault a fortified Chaos citadel deep in the heart of Scyros VI’s capital city, An'kar. The mission was critical—the Sorcerer needed to be removed if the planet was to ever have a chance at survival. The squad moved with deadly precision through the city streets, their footsteps masked by the infernal hum of nearby sorcery.
When they breached the citadel’s gates, the battle turned from a surgical strike into a nightmare. Kobal's squad found themselves beset on all sides by the twisted creations of Chaos—demonic horrors, heretics, and the unholy energies of the sorcerer. Amid the chaos, a psychic storm erupted—a warp storm unlike any Kobal had ever experienced. The Sorcerer, in his desperation, sought to open a rift into the immaterium, unleashing a blast of raw psychic power that tore through the battlefield.
Kobal was caught in the storm. The world around him twisted and cracked, the ground melting into a horrific vision of molten fire and demonic shapes. He tried to fight, but his mind was overwhelmed. For a fleeting moment, he glimpsed the face of the Sorcerer, his twisted grin full of malice. Then—nothing.
Kobal awoke in a dark, cold chamber aboard a ship, his body in pain. His armor was cracked and scorched, his once-vibrant green paint dulled and chipped. But worse than the physical pain was the emptiness in his mind. His memories were gone.
He could remember his name—Jo'dem Kobal. He knew he was a Salamander, a Space Marine of the Chapter, but beyond that, the world was an enigma. His brothers were strangers to him, their faces familiar yet distant. There was a sense of loss, a hollow feeling that gnawed at him constantly. He could not remember the battles, the names of those he had fought beside, or even the deep connection he had once shared with Vulkan and the Chapter. It was as if his mind had been wiped clean by the storm, leaving only echoes of his past self.
And so, he wandered, leaving the Salamander's behind, knowing it would make him a Heretic among the Imperium, but needed to find purpose in his newfound life.
The memory of his early years was a blur—vivid, yet distant—a time when he had no concept of what his future would hold. But his early adulthood was marked by a deep desire to prove himself, not for glory or pride, but for the flame of duty and brotherhood that burned within him.
When the Salamanders came to recruit new initiates, Kobal was among those chosen. He endured the trials, his spirit and body tested beyond mortal limits, but he survived, as many of his brothers did, with strength and fire in his heart. Upon his transformation into an Astartes, Kobal took up his role in the Chapter, becoming a trusted Tactical Marine. His expertise was in close assault, wielding a chainsword with deadly precision while deploying his bolter in support of his brothers on the frontlines. He was known for his quick thinking in battle and his ability to inspire his squad, leading them through thick and thin.
But that was before the tragedy.
The turning point in Kobal's life came during a campaign on Scyros VI, a world plagued by the insidious forces of Chaos. The planet had long been a battleground, and the Salamanders were called to cleanse it of the heretic forces that had taken root there. The Chaos Cultists, led by a particularly cruel Chaos Sorcerer, had embedded themselves in the planet’s cities, twisting its once-prosperous civilization into a haven of madness and terror.
Kobal’s squad, led by Sergeant Kaelen, was assigned to assault a fortified Chaos citadel deep in the heart of Scyros VI’s capital city, An'kar. The mission was critical—the Sorcerer needed to be removed if the planet was to ever have a chance at survival. The squad moved with deadly precision through the city streets, their footsteps masked by the infernal hum of nearby sorcery.
When they breached the citadel’s gates, the battle turned from a surgical strike into a nightmare. Kobal's squad found themselves beset on all sides by the twisted creations of Chaos—demonic horrors, heretics, and the unholy energies of the sorcerer. Amid the chaos, a psychic storm erupted—a warp storm unlike any Kobal had ever experienced. The Sorcerer, in his desperation, sought to open a rift into the immaterium, unleashing a blast of raw psychic power that tore through the battlefield.
Kobal was caught in the storm. The world around him twisted and cracked, the ground melting into a horrific vision of molten fire and demonic shapes. He tried to fight, but his mind was overwhelmed. For a fleeting moment, he glimpsed the face of the Sorcerer, his twisted grin full of malice. Then—nothing.
Kobal awoke in a dark, cold chamber aboard a ship, his body in pain. His armor was cracked and scorched, his once-vibrant green paint dulled and chipped. But worse than the physical pain was the emptiness in his mind. His memories were gone.
He could remember his name—Jo'dem Kobal. He knew he was a Salamander, a Space Marine of the Chapter, but beyond that, the world was an enigma. His brothers were strangers to him, their faces familiar yet distant. There was a sense of loss, a hollow feeling that gnawed at him constantly. He could not remember the battles, the names of those he had fought beside, or even the deep connection he had once shared with Vulkan and the Chapter. It was as if his mind had been wiped clean by the storm, leaving only echoes of his past self.
And so, he wandered, leaving the Salamander's behind, knowing it would make him a Heretic among the Imperium, but needed to find purpose in his newfound life.
