Marine Chapter Descriptions

Ultramarines

You are one of the proud sons of Guilliman, your tactical genius knows no bounds. You follow the Codex Astartes to the letter in a way that has been described as “actually kind of annoying.”

Dark Angels

Your secretive chapter has a terrible secret. A terrible dark secret. A Terrible Secret of Space.

Blood Angels

The Blood Angels are artist warriors. You value fine statues as much as a well-made chainsword. Also you’re kind of, a little bit, not entirely the same thing, but essentially, space vampires.

Space Wolves

Despite the rumors spread by worshipers of Chaos, the Space Wolves are not furries. Do you have a ceremonial fur suit? Yes. Are you a furry? Absolutely not. This fursuit is for specific Space Wolf ritual orgies.

Imperial Fists

Your Primarch Rogal Dorn led the defense of Terra during the Horus Heresy. And that mostly went okay. The Emperor kind of died, and the galaxy was split in two by the Eye of Terror, but Terra technically stood. So I don’t think there is any reason to do anything but fortify this position.

White Scars

Look, your chapter is a little problematic. You know it, other marines know it. You’re basically a Space Mongol. Which is cool! But also a bit problematic.

Salamanders

Sons of Nocturne, you are some of the few Space Marines known for being nice to civilians. Obviously their lives are worth less than yours, but not that much less. Let’s say 5, no make it 10 civilian lives for each Salamander. That’s a pretty good ratio!

Raven Guard

The Raven Guard are masters of stealth, sabotage, and emo haircuts. Your enemies never see you coming, but they do hear the dramatic yet ominous sound of ancient machinery.

Iron Hands

Your chapter knows the weakness of the flesh. Which is why you can’t stop cutting off parts of your body, your ugly, fleshy body. No, it’s not dysmorphia, what are you even talking about? Anyway, I’m thinking about height enhancement via cybernetics.

Black Templars

The Black Templars are a legion of crusaders. No, not the problematic kind. The good kind of Crusade, focused on killing people, but killing the right people.

Crimson Fists

Successors of the Imperial Fists who asked the question “what if hand, but red?” Well, now you know. Which frankly was a pretty stupid question.

Flesh Tearers

A successor of the Blood Angels, you have some pretty serious issues. You struggle with something called the Black Rage, and that’s exactly as bad as it sounds.

Lamenters

Imperial genetic engineering has accomplished the impossible. They’ve isolated the luck gene and managed to implant it in a chapter of Space Marines. Did I say the luck gene? Well, it’s more of the bad luck gene. Things just don’t go right for you.

Red Scorpions

Your chapter is very concerned with genetic purity. What? No. That’s not weird. Anyway, let me measure your skull.

Executioners

Successors of the Imperial Fists, the Executioners made their name by shouting “1v1 me bro” a lot on the battlefield. While a questionable tactical move, it does tend to stick in the mind.

Minotaurs

The average Imperial citizen thinks about the Ancient Terran Greeks never. The average Minotaur thinks about them 53 times per second. The augmentations afforded to Space Marines allow you to think about the Greeks far more than the average mortal mind and you take full advantage of that.

Exorcists

Your initiation ritual was to drink daemon’s blood and that shit was wild. After you and the local community recovered from that trip you got to the work of being a Space Marine.

Novamarines

Coming from your homeworld of Honourum, you’re a strong believer in nominative determinism.

Mortifactors

Some space marines go through a goth phase. Your chapter has been stuck in one for 9000 years. I’m sure it will pass any day now.

Silver Skulls

Your chapter believes that the Emperor’s will works in mysterious ways. An enterprising marine can determine what that will be via Emperor’s Tarot, chicken entrails, or just the general vibes you’re getting from the future.

Marines Malevolent

You put the aggro in aggressive. Don’t worry, spelling isn’t your strong suit, but being an asshole might be. You know what has to get done and fuck anyone who gets in your way.

Raptors

Most space marine chapters are into heraldry, ornamentation, and ceremony. You’re not. You’re the cult of the operator and believe in lethality over all else. Let the other chapters have their ancient relics, you’ve got lots of kit and it is very tacticool.

Carcharodons

You don’t speak much, but you let your shark-themed armour imply what would happen to someone who speaks to you.

Howling Griffons

Dedicated to the knightly traditions of space marines, the Howling Griffons take vows like they’re Tylenol and you’ve got a headache coming on. You will always do what upholds your personal sense of honour, which isn’t to say others will agree with you.

Sons of Medusa

You have close ties to the weird tech priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus. Like them, you’re really into lubricating machinery with sacred oils and chanting over computers. This stuff has to help, right?

Emperor’s Spears

Born among the fierce barbarian tribes of Nemeton, you’re a brutal fighter but a shield against the Emperor’s enemies. Hopefully your social skills were equally well shaped on the fierce battlefields of your homeworld.

Iron Snakes

A chapter built around small unit actions, you’re used to being sent in alone. Your chapter aims to send as small a force as possible to accomplish a mission, which isn’t to say that you hold back from applying your own force. Your force is a gun.

Legion of the Damned

You are a flaming ghost in power armour. How does that work? Unclear. Why are you here? Unclear. Does any of this make any sense? Unclear.