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	It is believed by many imperial citizens that Temperus Maximus is the holy equivalent of a daemon prince since his anger is beyond even the Emperah's comprehension.		It is believed by many imperial citizens that Temperus Maximus is the holy equivalent of a daemon prince since his anger is beyond even the Emperah's comprehension.

	Records say that an entire World Eaters Warband ran like little pussies just by the sight of this angry beast		Records say that an entire [[World Eaters]] Warband ran like little pussies just by the sight of this angry beast
	and it is unknown how old he is but he's been around for quite a while though, His main goal is to teach the World		and it is unknown how old he is but he's been around for quite a while though, His main goal is to teach the World
	Eaters just who is the angriest space marines around.		Eaters just who is the angriest space marines around.

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	Eaters just who is the angriest space marines around.		Eaters just who is the angriest space marines around.

	~~== History ==~~
	Like much of the Imperium’s history, details regarding Temperus Maximus’ life prior to his induction to the Angry Marines have been lost or forgotten. But like any hero of the Adeptus Astartes, Temperus Maximus’ impressive tenure of accomplishments as an Astartes has been preserved as inspiration to and benchmark for all Angry Marines to aspire.

	Before he was Temperus Maximus, brother Furem was a respected Apothecary known for the savageness with which he would fight to recover every fallen brother’s Gene-Seed. The Angry Marines’ predilection to close combat meant that often times they would fall while deep in or even behind enemy lines. But no matter how suicidal or seemingly impossible the task, brother Furem would brave everything from scarring acid rains to withering hails of enemy fire to recover his brothers’ precious Gene-Seed so that their legacy might be passed on to the next generation. This tenacity enabled those fighting alongside Brother Furem to unleash devastating fury even in the most dangerous situations knowing that they could die with utmost certainty that their Gene-Seed would be returned to the chapter. Once such account reports an engagement in which an entire squad of Angry Marines pinned down by Havocs was finally relieved when brother Furem arrived from another combat zone and tore through the autocannon fire like a man possessed, braving the fire to allow the remainder of the squad to charge in and massacre the enemy gunline. During many similar instances it was reported that despite his grievous wounds, brother Furem carved through several enemies with nothing more than his Narthecium.

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	[[image:Temperus-maximus-real.png\|right\|250px\|thumb\|Get ready for some ownage! Original character, do not steal]]		[[image:Temperus-maximus-real.png\|right\|250px\|thumb\|Get ready for some ownage! Original character, do not steal]]
	'''Temperus Maximus''' is the [[Chapter Master]] of the [[Angry Marines]], by virtue of being the angriest Marine in the chapter, if not in the entire [[Imperium of Man]]. He's got a pair of chainfists with assault cannons built in and [[Khorne]] is fucking scared of this guy. He is constantly entombed in Artificer Terminator armor, not in order to protect himself, but to protect enemies and allies alike from the sheer RAGE he outputs unchained. He is never seen without the Angry ~~Primarch's~~ heirloom; an adamantium cigar that none but the living embodiment of the Imperial middle finger can smoke.		'''Temperus Maximus''' is the [[Chapter Master]] of the [[Angry Marines]], by virtue of being the angriest Marine in the chapter, if not in the entire [[Imperium of Man]]. He's got a pair of chainfists with assault cannons built in and [[Khorne]] is fucking scared of this guy as he reminds him of [[Doom\|a certain other angry marine]]. He is constantly entombed in Artificer Terminator armor, not in order to protect himself, but to protect enemies and allies alike from the sheer RAGE he outputs unchained. He is never seen without the Angry chapters heirloom; an adamantium cigar that none but the living embodiment of the Imperial middle finger can smoke.

	It is believed by many imperial citizens that Temperus Maximus is the holy equivalent of a daemon prince since his anger is beyond even the Emperah's comprehension.		It is believed by many imperial citizens that Temperus Maximus is the holy equivalent of a daemon prince since his anger is beyond even the Emperah's comprehension.

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	In a stroke of luck Furem came upon his suit repair kit not too far from where he awoke. He quickly mended the deeper cracks in his armor and sealed the soft joints. His combat stimms were also replenished along with his air filters and oxygen. The reprieve could not have come any sooner, his oolitic kidney close to failure from the toxic atmosphere. With his oxygen returned to safe levels he took a second to ingest some nutrient paste. After all his struggles even the normally bland nutrient paste tasted better than grox meat. But it was not to last, the sting of his failure quickly returned the flavor of the paste to ash in his mouth. Even if he could avenge his fallen brothers, would his chapter take him back? The question weighed heavily on his mind as he forged through the ashen waste.		In a stroke of luck Furem came upon his suit repair kit not too far from where he awoke. He quickly mended the deeper cracks in his armor and sealed the soft joints. His combat stimms were also replenished along with his air filters and oxygen. The reprieve could not have come any sooner, his oolitic kidney close to failure from the toxic atmosphere. With his oxygen returned to safe levels he took a second to ingest some nutrient paste. After all his struggles even the normally bland nutrient paste tasted better than grox meat. But it was not to last, the sting of his failure quickly returned the flavor of the paste to ash in his mouth. Even if he could avenge his fallen brothers, would his chapter take him back? The question weighed heavily on his mind as he forged through the ashen waste.

	Furem hacked his way through everything the Chaos Lord could throw at him. Knowing the Chaos Lord would not give up on the amulet so easily, he ~~rigged the canyon with grenades scavenged from those marines not burnt~~ to ~~ashes~~. Even with his armor plates repaired the servos were close to shot—a repair he could not make without a techmarine. He collapsed part of the canyon wall on the incoming party, slaughtering the survivors with brutal efficiency. After hours of killing ~~everything that came his way~~ he eventually came upon the path which the marines had been using to make their way down. He readied himself for the garrison of cultists most likely guarding the path but was surprised to find no one.		Furem hacked his way through everything the Chaos Lord could throw at him. Knowing the Chaos Lord would not give up on the amulet so easily, he had to prepare to take down far more enemies. Even with his armor plates repaired the servos were close to shot—a repair he could not make without a techmarine. As much as it crushed his Angry pride he rigged the canyon with grenades scavenged from the marines not burnt to ashes. He could only wonder what his brothers would think of his cowardly tactics. He collapsed part of the canyon wall on the incoming party, slaughtering the survivors with brutal efficiency. After hours of killing he eventually came upon the path which the marines had been using to make their way down. He readied himself for the garrison of cultists most likely guarding the path but was surprised to find no one.

	By this time Exceroth’s resources had been stretched to the breaking point. He had sent over 50 marines including his elite guard to retrieve the amulet but to no avail. He should have killed the marine instead of toying with him. The pleasure he had siphoned from the marine’s anguish was bitter in his mouth. Worse yet, the ritual was entering its final phase. The warp rift was now self-sufficient but it had taken its toll. Exceroth had expended a great deal of energy without the relic to amplify his strength. He had also burned out far more sorcerers than he would have liked but such was the price of power. With his psychic powers temporarily drained he would have to be on guard.		By this time Exceroth’s resources had been stretched to the breaking point. He had sent over 50 marines including his elite guard to retrieve the amulet but to no avail. He should have killed the marine instead of toying with him. The pleasure he had siphoned from the marine’s anguish was bitter in his mouth. Worse yet, the ritual was entering its final phase. The warp rift was now self-sufficient but it had taken its toll. Exceroth had expended a great deal of energy without the relic to amplify his strength. He had also burned out far more sorcerers than he would have liked but such was the price of power. With his psychic powers temporarily drained he would have to be on guard.
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	His armor’s damaged servos put him at an immediate disadvantage. Worse yet, his opponent was clad in Tactical Dreadnought Armor. Even with his Narthecium specialized to punch through power armour it would prove to be difficult to breach. His mind was lost to rage, his body powered by sheer fury and unquenched vengeance. His body moved almost seemingly of its own accord, hundreds of years of combat pushing him to fight like as if breathing. Any other opponent would have been long dead but this was a veteran of the Long War. Where Furem may have had hundreds of years of experience his opponent had thousands and the difference showed. Exceroth’s speed and grace with the lightning claw belied his armors bulk. Even without his psychic powers his strength was formidable. Furem landed blow after blow but his Narthecium could not find purchase on the terminator. With each parry it was all he could do to avoid being impaled a second time.		His armor’s damaged servos put him at an immediate disadvantage. Worse yet, his opponent was clad in Tactical Dreadnought Armor. Even with his Narthecium specialized to punch through power armour it would prove to be difficult to breach. His mind was lost to rage, his body powered by sheer fury and unquenched vengeance. His body moved almost seemingly of its own accord, hundreds of years of combat pushing him to fight like as if breathing. Any other opponent would have been long dead but this was a veteran of the Long War. Where Furem may have had hundreds of years of experience his opponent had thousands and the difference showed. Exceroth’s speed and grace with the lightning claw belied his armors bulk. Even without his psychic powers his strength was formidable. Furem landed blow after blow but his Narthecium could not find purchase on the terminator. With each parry it was all he could do to avoid being impaled a second time.

	The adamantium teeth of his Narthecium were dulling. The Chaos Lord had used the powered claw to deftly parry and destroy his drill. The little cuts in his armor were starting to add up, he blink-clicked away suit integrity warning runes away as fast as they were coming. Death was certain and his plans of vengeance seemed more and more like a dream. His strength was fading fast and it was then the Chaos Lord ~~let out a taunt as he charged Furem’s slowing form~~.		The adamantium teeth of his Narthecium were dulling. The Chaos Lord had used the powered claw to deftly parry and destroy his drill. The little cuts in his armor were starting to add up, he blink-clicked away suit integrity warning runes away as fast as they were coming. Death was certain and his plans of vengeance seemed more and more like a dream. His strength was fading fast and it was then the Chaos Lord revealed the depth of his depravity.

	~~“Once I kill you~~ and ~~take what’s mine I’ll turn your entire chapter into nothing~~ more than ~~a memory~~. ~~I’ll reduce each~~ and every one ~~of your brothers’ gene-seed~~ to ~~the same black sludge you carry in those vials~~.”		With a wave of his hand Exceroth drained the rest of his psychic reservoir and the ground began to ignite with ethereal fuchsia flames. Exceroth screeched with delight as he fed from Furem’s horror. Before him stood the reanimated corpses of three his fallen brothers—including Chapter Master Irae Rex. To fail to save their gene-seed was a stain upon his honor that no marine could live to bear. But to see his brother’s bodies defiled by the foul energies of the warp was more than he could endure. Their names and deeds would mean nothing now; every word of their heroism would be struck from Angry Marine history for there was nothing that could be admired from one whose body succumbed to chaos.

	His rage was finally pushed to its limits ~~when~~ something in Furem finally broke. The relic burned with an intense white-hot light pouring forth his hate, anger, and sorrow until he shone with the fury of the nothing less than the Emperor himself. The dulled chainblade ~~blazed with his~~ fury and in a blinding burst of speed was upon the Chaos Lord. His Narthechium’s saw torturously ~~burning~~ through the terminator armor ~~as if~~ his wrath ~~made it burn harder~~. He cut clean through the Chaos Lord and the relic ~~shattered~~ and ~~exploded~~ in a blinding flash ~~that seared~~ the warp rift shut and ~~annihilated~~ the entire chaos stronghold.		His rage was finally pushed to its limits and something in Furem finally broke. The relic burned with an intense white-hot light pouring forth his hate, anger, and sorrow until he shone with the fury of the nothing less than the Emperor himself. The dulled chainblade thundered to life in a blaze of fury and in a blinding burst of speed he was upon his former brothers. He could not save their gene-seed but he would sooner die before he would forfeit their souls. Pfistus was first to charge, as in life he was always first to fight and last to leave. He came in hard with his overhand right, power first booming to life ready to run Furem through. But Furem had seen brother Pfistus fight for almost a century, admired him as one of the chapter’s finest. His heartstrings wrenched as he sidestepped the attack and countered with a vicious uppercut that plunged elbow deep and eviscerated Pfistus. It was a strike that Pfistus would have been proud of, yet the crumbling form twisted its head in a sick imitation of life and hissed its spiteful last words.

			“I TRUSTED YOU”

			The sting of failure stoked Furem’s violent rage as he stepped to face brother Atmeus. As an unparalleled duelist of the Angry Marines he fought with a cold precision practiced over a hundred lifetimes across a thousand battlefields. Furem ducked and weaved Atmeus as best he could, the latter using even his shield as a bludgeoning weapon. With each attempt to close in, Furem was met with swift testicular retribution. Even with his scorching rage his codpiece integrity was nearing critical failure. It was at this moment he realized that although the body fought like Atmeus it lacked the creativity and soul behind each strike. Furem gambled everything on the next charge, leaving his groin completely unguarded he charged in and like an automaton Atmeus’s foot came in for the strike. With all his might he halted the charge, Atmeus’s foot only grazing his armor. With this opening Furem clamped onto Atmeus’s leg and heaved with all his might. He had Atmeus airborne with a heavy heart called upon his Angry Marine training and slammed him full-force into Exceroth sending them both flying.

			He turned to face the last enemy standing. To once again Chapter Master Irae Rex resplendent in his artificer armor Profanity was sickeningly bittersweet. The Profanity was the pinnacle of the work of hundreds of artificers who gave their lives to engrave on a molecular level every vulgarity in low gothic imaginable. The hate rolled off of Irae Rex in waves projecting an aura of fear that would void the bowels of a lesser man. In his left hand he wielded Scourge, a thunder hammer whose striking face was embossed with the words “FUCK YOU.” On his right was Purge, a power fist with inbuilt heavy flamer discharged from ports in the fingers to which many traitors met their end. But most defining was the adamantium cigar that was clenched in his jaw, an irreplaceable heirloom of the Angry Marines.

			A blistering gout of promethium poured past Furem’s face before he had time to doubt fighting his former Chapter Master. He sprinted wide left barely keeping ahead of the flames threating to roast him alive. The flames came to an abrupt halt and Furem prepared himself for the trick he had seen the Chapter Master pull countless times. Irae flung his arm in the direction opposite Furem and released a massive burst of flame that propelled himself at Furem. Furem went to wrench himself out of the way of the attack but his torso’s servos let out a death cry as they finally failed under the strain. Caught off balance, the thunder hammer crushed his left side, his fused ribcage splintering under the weight of the blow. He had been fortunate; his unexpected stop turned the killing blow into only a crippling one but now he could barely stand. Irae raised his power fist and unleashed a murderous torrent of fire.

			Time slowed to almost a complete stop. The blistering promethium crawled agonizingly slowly towards him. He was about to fail his Chapter yet again. The shame and dishonor ran though his mind a million fold until he could take no more. Furem let out a battle cry unbelievable magnitude; its shockwave extinguished the surge of flames and sent Irae sailing. Irae died a second time before he even hi the ground, his internal organs liquefied by the concussive blast.

			With his brothers finally laid to rest, Furem turned his attention to the broken Chaos Lord. There were no words, no banter, no smartass comments to be had. His seething fury forced the Narthechium’s saw to life and he began torturously cleaving through the terminator armor powered on by his wrath. He pushed every last ounce of his strength and cut clean through the Chaos Lord and the relic exploded under pressure his unchained rage and in a blinding flash the warp rift was seared shut and the entire chaos stronghold was laid to waste

	Furem woke on his back, staring up at the black sky surrounded by ~~scorched~~ earth. He could almost see the forms of his fallen brothers as if there to ~~help~~ him up. ~~Perhaps~~ it ~~was~~ the thinned reality causing warp apparitions to ~~appear~~. ~~He couldn’t be sure~~. Death could not vindicate his failure but at least revenge was his~~, his final thoughts as he faded into a sus-an induced coma~~.		Furem woke on his back, staring up at the black sky surrounded by still-burning earth. He could almost see the forms of his fallen brothers as if there to forgive him. He dismissed it as the thinned reality causing warp apparitions to toy with his mind. His eyes turned to the lit adamantium cigar as he faded into a sus-an induced coma. Death could not vindicate his failure but at least revenge was finally his.


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	[[image:Temperus-maximus-real.png\|right\|250px\|thumb\|Get ready for some ownage! Original character, do not steal]]		[[image:Temperus-maximus-real.png\|right\|250px\|thumb\|Get ready for some ownage! Original character, do not steal]]
	'''Temperus Maximus''' is the [[Chapter Master]] of the [[Angry Marines]], by virtue of being the angriest Marine in the chapter, if not in the entire [[Imperium of Man]]. He's got a pair of chainfists with assault cannons built in and [[Khorne]] is fucking scared of this guy. He is constantly entombed in Artificer Terminator armor, not in order to protect himself, but to protect enemies and allies alike from the sheer RAGE he outputs unchained. He is never seen without the Angry Primarch's heirloom; an adamantium cigar that none but the living embodiment of the Imperial middle finger can smoke.		'''Temperus Maximus''' is the [[Chapter Master]] of the [[Angry Marines]], by virtue of being the angriest Marine in the chapter, if not in the entire [[Imperium of Man]]. He's got a pair of chainfists with assault cannons built in and [[Khorne]] is fucking scared of this guy. He is constantly entombed in Artificer Terminator armor, not in order to protect himself, but to protect enemies and allies alike from the sheer RAGE he outputs unchained. He is never seen without the Angry Primarch's heirloom; an adamantium cigar that none but the living embodiment of the Imperial middle finger can smoke.

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	Before he was Temperus Maximus, brother Furem was a respected Apothecary known for the savageness with which he would fight to recover every fallen brother’s Gene-Seed. The Angry Marines’ predilection to close combat meant that often times they would fall while deep in or even behind enemy lines. But no matter how suicidal or seemingly impossible the task, brother Furem would brave everything from scarring acid rains to withering hails of enemy fire to recover his brothers’ precious Gene-Seed so that their legacy might be passed on to the next generation. This tenacity enabled those fighting alongside Brother Furem to unleash devastating fury even in the most dangerous situations knowing that they could die with utmost certainty that their Gene-Seed would be returned to the chapter. Once such account reports an engagement in which an entire squad of Angry Marines pinned down by Havocs was finally relieved when brother Furem arrived from another combat zone and tore through the autocannon fire like a man possessed, braving the fire to allow the remainder of the squad to charge in and massacre the enemy gunline. During many similar instances it was reported that despite his grievous wounds, brother Furem carved through several enemies with nothing more than his Narthecium.		Before he was Temperus Maximus, brother Furem was a respected Apothecary known for the savageness with which he would fight to recover every fallen brother’s Gene-Seed. The Angry Marines’ predilection to close combat meant that often times they would fall while deep in or even behind enemy lines. But no matter how suicidal or seemingly impossible the task, brother Furem would brave everything from scarring acid rains to withering hails of enemy fire to recover his brothers’ precious Gene-Seed so that their legacy might be passed on to the next generation. This tenacity enabled those fighting alongside Brother Furem to unleash devastating fury even in the most dangerous situations knowing that they could die with utmost certainty that their Gene-Seed would be returned to the chapter. Once such account reports an engagement in which an entire squad of Angry Marines pinned down by Havocs was finally relieved when brother Furem arrived from another combat zone and tore through the autocannon fire like a man possessed, braving the fire to allow the remainder of the squad to charge in and massacre the enemy gunline. During many similar instances it was reported that despite his grievous wounds, brother Furem carved through several enemies with nothing more than his Narthecium.

	==The Butcher of Cinder ~~Gorge~~==		==The Butcher of Cinder Canyon==
	Of all the myriad titles by which Temperus Maximus is known, there is one that many claim marks the true beginning of his ascendency to Chapter Master—the Butcher of Cinder ~~Gorge~~. However, Temperus is loathe to recount the tale, as it is also the story of one of his greatest failures.		Of all the myriad titles by which Temperus Maximus is known, there is one that many claim marks the true beginning of his ascendency to Chapter Master—the Butcher of Cinder Canyon. However, Temperus is loathe to recount the tale, as it is also the story of one of his greatest failures.

	The account begins in the midst of a warzone on the planet Rigol VII. What initially started as a Chaos Cult uprising turned into a full-blown invasion when Imperial Forces were unable to prevent cultist forces from hailing Traitor Marine support. With Heretic Astartes entering the struggle, the Angry Marines were routed to the planet in full force to push back the forces of Chaos. Initially, the arrival of Angry Marine forces was able to turn the tide and isolate the traitors to an inhospitable volcanic region of the planet where they could ultimately be destroyed. However, as the battle dragged on over solar weeks chaos activity caused the skeins of reality to thin, allowing the neverborn to translate into realspace. With these reinforcements, the tide was once again changed as the Chaos forces began to break out from the Imperial encirclement.		The account begins in the midst of a warzone on the planet Rigol VII. What initially started as a Chaos Cult uprising turned into a full-blown invasion when Imperial Forces were unable to prevent cultist forces from hailing Traitor Marine support. With Heretic Astartes entering the struggle, the Angry Marines were routed to the planet in full force to push back the forces of Chaos. Initially, the arrival of Angry Marine forces was able to turn the tide and isolate the traitors to an inhospitable volcanic region of the planet where they could ultimately be destroyed. However, as the battle dragged on over solar weeks chaos activity caused the skeins of reality to thin, allowing the neverborn to translate into realspace. With these reinforcements, the tide was once again changed as the Chaos forces began to break out from the Imperial encirclement.