Camaxtli

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Camaxtli, Great Crocodile, "The Maw"
Title/Honours	Camaxtli
Discovered (period)	872.M30
Legion	Nineteenth
Unique Weapon	Artificed Macauhuitl
Fate	Deceased
Dominion	Chalchihuitl, Ultima System

This page details people, events, and organisations from the /tg/ Heresy, a fan re-working of the Warhammer 40,000 Universe. See the /tg/ Heresy Timeline and Galaxy pages for more information on the Alternate Universe.

Appearance and Personality

A bear of a man, even amongst his demi-god brotherhood Camaxtli is one of the largest primarchs to fight in the Great Crusade. One of the most physically powerful primarchs, Camaxtli numbered amongst the strongest fighters. Commonly seen with his great Macuahuitl and explosive throwing spears, Camaxtli relished the twisting melee of the 30th millenium and could often be found at the forefront of his armies, sweeping through the enemy and engulfing their champions. Save for his fang and perpetual sneer, Camaxtli was an attractive long featured male and perpetually barefaced, even remarking once: "unshaven features are abominable." Yet, despite his aggressive and domineering attitude Camaxtli numbered amongst the most energetic and enthusiastic of primarchs. Quick to take action, and passionate regarding actions he supported Camaxtli was a man one desired for his hard earned respect, and despised for his uncensored judgement.

Where other primarchs were clad in the gold and silver common to the greater Imperium, Camaxtli maintained the customs of his world, bearing a powerful array of colored feathers against thick white armor lined with turquoise and emerald. His Macuahuitl is similarly extravagant, it's surface covered with ritual carvings and lined in bright orange, the weapon's artistry illustrates it's creation and service in Camaxtli's hands. Once asked by Rogerius Merrill why he would make himself an obvious target "The Maw" replied:

Only cowards and idiots place others before them. True leadership and strength are found in the front, against death and diversity where a man's worth is found. Those who sneak amongst their brothers do not deserve their loyalty, for how can a man expect others to die in his stead? Let the Emperor's enemies see me and know me, for I am Camaxtli, the Maw, killer and consumer of those who oppose humanity's might!

Yet Camaxtli's most notable - and perhaps infamous - feature was his mouth. Capable of opening more than a foot in length his mouth was a formidable weapon: jaws strong enough to crush stone, and teeth capable of cutting ceramite, Camaxtli's "Great Maw" gorged upon numerous champions. Yet, despite the utility of this ability it disgusted many of his brethren. Uncharacteristically, the Great Crocodile avoided exposing this mutation, the only indication of his mouth's true size two ragged lines extending from the corners of his lips.

Camaxtli is a boisterous and proud man, quick to speak his mind, thinking little of what he discards. He is a gluttonous, greedy, and selfish primarch that prioritises his own needs and slow to help others, particularly those who cannot help themselves. Yet, despite this Camaxtli's loyalty, hard-earned praise, and genuine love for his brothers caused more than a few to overlook his overbearing nature.

Birth and Rise of the Maw

Time has shown that the course of a man is often set in childhood, thus we must wonder why the fates chose Chalchihuitl a his home. The steaming jungle world of Chalchihuitl lied within the Charadon sector, isolated from the greater galaxy by stellar debris kicked up by local warp storms Chalchihuitl was surrounded by a haze of stone. When Camaxtli's pod landed in a damp Chalchihuitl jungle the battered and dented pod remained shut, the infant primarch nearly starved then alone and unheard for his crying. But fate or fortune, he was found and in his first moments of sight beyond the metal womb by another boy. Camaxtli was blind in those early moments, eyes unaccustomed to the dim jungle light, so it is understandable that he was astounded by his savior when he regained his sight. The boy was imposing, a tall figure, toned from many weeks of exertion midst the jungle and physically far superior to the bent, malnourished creature before him. Yet, after a moment of silence, the two children recognized their kindred and embraced, their isolation gone.

Camaxtli was then taught the skills his brother had learned: how to find water, where to rest, what not to eat, how to hunt, and most importantly: how to avoid the alpha predators of the Chalchihuitl jungle. Gargantuan Arachnids, pythons, felines that easily doubled their size, all this and more proved a terrible threat to the nascent twins. As time progressed the brothers grew, coming to rely on their combined skill, wit, and strength to overpower or outsmart the great creatures eventually becoming quite capable of crippling and killing beasts they could not engage alone. Yet, despite this mutual reliance, Camaxtli's life consisted of constant abuse from his older, stronger, and more experience sibling. Forays for food could become rapid fist fights, nights asleep could result in poisonous snakes and insects, or restraints and worse. This cycle of abuse and violence existed for quite some time, subsiding only when the pair avoided human beings. Where Camaxtli wanted to meet and engage with others, his brother demanded they remain hidden.

It was a dark mid-evening when Camaxtli asserted himself and attacked his brother nearly driving a spear into his gut save for the elder's reactive dodge. The pair fought for two days, grappling, stabbing, biting, and clawing at one another. Where originally the older sibling was both stronger and more experienced he was now simply the more wily. At times the man would leap away to disappear into the canopy, then return to murder Camaxtli when his guard was down. But the primarch was no fool, having set traps throughout the jungle in preparation for this and well accustomed to his brother's strategy and tactics. It was inevitable that the elder brother would be caught and subdued by one of these devices, and though he struggled against his restraint even as it tore away his foot his sacrifice was fruitless. Camaxtli stood beyond the ring of matted foliage, mouth ajar, seeping with blood and drool, waiting as his brother slowly bled to death. He did not wait long.

In the following weeks Camaxtli would experience episodes of numbness, tunnel vision, and disassociation with his surroundings as his body trembled with fear. At night he would scream awake, his skin clammy and cold from the memories invading his dreams.