Hagni regarda la DeathWatch marine de haut en bas, ses yeux jaunes alertent et ramassent les détails de la marine en face de lui. Il a ensuite légèrement baissé la tête. C'était sa façon de faire preuve de respect, bien qu'il ait été difficile de dire quelle ancienneté l'Ange du Sang tenait sur lui. Hagni était vêtu d'un corps sombre commun à son chapitre. Ses cheveux grisâtres sont restés courts tandis que sa barbe a atteint la moitié de sa poitrine. La barbe où gardée dans une tresse épaisse avec un anneau inscrit avec des runes qui l'ont gardée en place. Son visage témoignait de longues années de service, luttant à la fois contre l'ennemi et contre les éléments.
 "Je suis Hagni Bloodmoon, ancien Long Fang du Grand Loup Logan Grimnars own Company." Sa voix où sombre et comme celle du vent glacé de Fenris. Pendant que Hagni parlait les longs canines où clairement visible et leur longueur était encore plus facile à voir comme il souriait. Ce pourrait être un beau défi pour lui et ce que les sagas qu'il ferait pendant son temps parmi la montre. Bien qu'il n'ait pas hâte de travailler avec l'Inquisition comme ils avaient un peu de mauvais sang avec les loups de l'espace.
 -- Maintenant, mon garçon, seriez-vous si gentil de me dire quand je récupérerai ma guerre?  Chaque marine était une arme mortelle en lui-même, mais Hagni n'aimait pas être séparé de sa guerre. Ils ne l'avaient même pas laissé garder son couteau de combat. Il savait qu'ils prendraient bien soin de son armure et il leur avait dit de ne pas nettoyer l'intérieur. Le sang lui rappelait que sa vie était maintenant celle des chapitres ou celle de la montre. Il mourrait en combat, puis se joignit à Leman Russ à sa table avant de revenir au Wolftime. Sinon le pouvoir nettoyer et peindre l'armure qu'ils voulaient le mieux. Il l'ornera plus tard avec des morceaux de peaux de loup, de dents de loup et d'autres talismans de la Vlka Fenryka.
Name: Hagni Bloodmoon
Chapter: Space Wolves
Chapter Demeanour: Space wolves are ferocious and aggressive warriors, though far from mindless berserkers, they are certainly possesed of a feral exuberance for battle. While other chapters may spend the night before battle in prayer and meditation, the Space Wolves are more likely to mark the eve of battle in bawdy celebration, raising owerflowing jacks of Fenrisian ale to brothers they may be mourning once battle is done. A Wolf will drink and make merry, for tomorrow, he may die. Space wolves exhibit a fierce sense of loyalty to their comrades in arms and this is on occasion extended to their compatriots in other branches of the Imperium's military.
Personal Demeanour: Proud: Dignity and Honour are very important to Hagni. With in him burns a deep hatred for the Thousand Sons legion.
Type of Marine:  Long Fang
Power Armour and History: This suit is stained forever on its inside surfaces by the blood of its previous
occupants. For some reason a tradition has developed that the life-fluids spilt when the wearer of this suit is killed should not be cleaned away. Rather they are left as a harsh and visceral reminder of a Space Marine’s ultimate duty, one that steels his mind against the threat of death. The wearers of this suit have time and again shone out as magnificent examples of the Adeptus Astartes—holding breaches, saving commanding officers from certain doom and eliminating enemy leaders to singlehandedly win glorious victories. The current occupant has a lot to live up to! An ancient pair of particularly heavy, Mk3 greaves has been worked into the leg armour of this suit. They are surely witness to some of the hardest fi ghting of the Great Crusade, for the evidence of blast impacts is still visible on the ancient metal. The feeling for the occupant of the power armour is that of being an immoveable bulwark, solid and unshakeable as a stone statue.
Description: Hagni is close to 8' in his power armour as many other space marines. His greying hair is kept quite short while he lets his beard grow long and thick. Now it is halfway down to his chest kept in one thick braid with one wide ring at the end keeping it all together. His face is that of a seasoned warrior, very angular and with prominent cheekbones. His canines have grown long and sharp and are visible every time he smiles or even speaks. Hagnis eyes have with time gained the yellow color of a wolves and they are as sharp as ever, a piercing stare from those is mostly enough to get and normal man to back down and move out off his way. Even though his armor is now painted black, Hagni still adorns it with wolf pelts on this left shoulders, a large drinking horn strapped to his waist and other trinkets and charms from the Fenrisian wolves. He is a stern but not unfriendly soul, quick to invite you to a drink and boast about deeds that have been done or speaking of deeds to come.
History: Hagni died and was reborn the night his tribe was killed by the Snakeheads. That is the way of life on Fenris, kill or be killed and this night the Bloodmoon tribe had been careless. Being chosen by the rune priest at the moment of death Hagni was taken to the Fang where the Wolf priests remade him. When he awoke again he was ready to undergo the training and trials of a Space Wolf Bloodclaw. It quickly became clear that Hagni favored the heavier weapons of the Wolves arsenal and through the years he rose through the packs finding his ways into the Long Fangs. His rage now under control, his fangs longer and sharper as his wits. His hair and beard now turning grey. Following his Lord into the Jericho Reach he made his first contact with the hated Thousand Sons. The Wolves had come in search of their lost Brothers but found a army of Thousand Sons breaking through the void. The fierce battle claimed many good wolf but they took more lives than they lost finally driving the traitors back into the void. Hagni being one of the few survivors of his pack chose to stay behind when the Company left. Seeking out the Deathwatch offering his services as a Long Fang and wielding his heavy bolter.
Weapons and Equipment: Heavy Bolter, Bolt pistol, Combat knife, 3 Frag and Krak Grenades.