Fulgrim
Fulgrim is the Primarch of the Emperor's Children traitor legion, a daemon prince, and an enormous hedonistic bitch.
Pre-heresy he was the HAWTEST goddamn ass hole in the galaxy; he was so hot, that his residual HAWTNESS made the rest of humanity the HAWTEST race in the galaxy. Therefore, all the ugly xenos had to fucking die for the crime of not being human and therefore HAWT. Fulgrim was also moody as all fuck, fucking crazy for drama and whimsy and was just the WORST guy to have show up at your party. One time he came to meet Perturabo to tell him he'd heard of some cool eldar weapons they could use to kill daddy. They met on a planet. And half way through the first fucking sentence, Fulgrim decided that this wouldn't do. No, he HAD to tell Perturabo in a magnificent amphitheater built into a meteor crater. Nothing else would do. No such amphitheater exists in the galaxy? No probs. Make the Iron Warriors build one. No crater on this planet AND no meteors available? Whelp better break out the explosives. Fulgrim broke out the deck chairs and refused to move until his brothers legion raised said theater. When he finally took the stage and began prancing around he'd dicked around for long enough that a covert ops Raven Guard dude had enough time to set up shop in the rafters and promptly shot the bitch through the head just as he got to the good part of the story. If Perturabo was anything other than a humourless emo fuckwad then he'd have felt some glee at seeing his time wasting but still conscious brother describing the experience of getting a nine inch spike of titanium stuck in his brain after spending ten minutes cackling hysterically at the wasted effort.
Despite all this, we should remember Fulgrim was a pretty cool guy before he fell to Chaos. He wasn't always prideful to a fault, and in fact many primarchs were his friends. Ferrus Manus and Horus were both very very close to Fulgrim, and Fulgrim was the only primarch Konrad Curze really trusted.
Also, we keep using the past tense because Fulgrim's present circumstances seem to change way faster than GW has ever moved any plot ever. He'd been a painting, a snake, a dude, possessed by a greater deamon and all kinds of shit. And fuck knows which if any of these actually were him, or just dickish Slaanesh demons taking the piss. No one knows fucking anything anymore.
For a while his soul was stuck in a painting. LOLWUT... and a greater daemon possessed his body and made him do some pretty fucked up things even by the standards of an Astartes following Slaanesh, which is saying a lot. Fulgrim has full control of his body again , or at least that's what he says. (Because Chaos has always been honest and trustworthy, amirite?)
Angron thinks that he's a prissy little faggot and regularly pays his daemonworld visits where he pummels Fulgrim's four armed snake ass into a bloody pulp and generally makes a mockery of Slaanesh in general. Or so Khorne fanboys would have you believe as they constantly rant on about how Angron "GETS SHIT DONE!" and conveniently ignore that whilst Fulgrim has slain not one but TWO FUCKING PRIMARCHS (well, one and a half), Angron's Primarch body count currently stands at ZERO (in fact he FAIL to kill one Fulgrim killed, Roboute Guilliman despite being a Daemon Primarch at the time and Roboute being tired from beating the shit out of Lorgar).
Anyway, Fulgrim is trapped crying in a painting while Angron's mind is his own. So, yes, Slaaneshi do indeed suck. Nevermind he got out! Also, he got fucked in the ass by a medieval torture instrument in the latest Black Library book. This is CANON! Not like he hadn't enjoyed it.
He is the second Primarch to receive his own miniature as part of Forge World's Character Series.
Youth
Like his brother Primarchs, the infant Fulgrim was abducted by the four Gods of Chaos, who weren't really into the whole Primarch thing. Also like his brother Primarchs, he was eventually thrown onto a planet of his own since the four Gods found out that raising infant Primarchs really wasn't worth the trouble, especially when you can get some other suckers to do it for you.
Fulgrim landed on the planet Chemos, whose people had been dependent on interstellar trade to make everything work. With the warpstorms caused by the birth of Slaanesh the planet didn't have the resources to sustain such a large population. Art, culture, and recreation were sacrificed to the need to survive. By the time baby Fulgrim landed, the planets resources had been so stretched that any orphan found was normally killed so as not to put further strain on the planets dwindling resources. Indeed, the scouts that found him during a storm debated the very thing as to whether or not they should kill the infant.
Unfortunately for the scout arguing for the death penalty, the infant Primarch was equipped with a little failsafe called adorable cuteness that made most people want to protect him. Those who found him named the infant Fulgrim in honor of one of the ancient gods of Chemos. He was raised in the family of one of them, and would go on to completely turn Chemos' fortunes around.
As all primarchs, Fulgrim grew up at an unnatural rate. He started off not as most Primarchs as a warrior, or a freedom fighter, or the object of worship of an entire clan, but as a laborer in one of Chemos' many factories. Once working he immediately showed talent in all things, improving machines to make them more efficient, working hours that would kill a normal human, and re discovering new technologies that had been lost since the Dark Age of Technology. He improved Chemos' infrastructure so much that people actually began to have time for other things, like art and recreation. And with Fulgrim came a will, a drive to rise up and become something other than drab factory workers. Perhaps the people of Chemos would never become great, but now they could reach for the stars.
It was then that the Emperor arrived. As soon as Fulgrim saw the Emperor he went on one knee and swore fealty. The Emperor then showed Fulgrim his Legion, now only 200 strong. It is said that upon seeing his sons arrayed before him, entire companies reduced to only one Astartes still proudly bearing their banner, Fulgrim knelt. He then rose and addressed his sons saying "You are the Emperor's chosen, his heralds, his warriors, his children, for this is only the beginning." And so even as the people of Chemos were born again from the ashes, so would the Third Legion Astartes forge for itself a new future under a new master.
Terra
Despite the Great Crusade being well underway, Fulgrim and the Emperor went back to Terra to reunite Fulgrim with his legion, why he didn't bring them along so they could get going is anybody’s guess. When they finally reached Terra, Fulgrim was introduced to his legion and discovered that some accident had reduced the gene-seeds of the III Legion to the point that only 200 remained. Without the Primarch, it had been a slow and laborious process of repairing the damage.
But never let it be said that Fulgrim didn't know how to bounce back from any hit, as he met his legion he made the customary speech to his legion and named them The Emperor's Children. The Emperor's already ginormous ego was pleased by this speech, so he allowed Fulgrim and his legion to use the symbol of the sign of the Aquila as their symbol. Never let it be said that the Emperor doesn't reward those who strokes his ego pleasingly. As all other Primarchs, his legion quickly gave him a nickname. Since Fulgrim in their eyes had risen their legion from the ashes, Fulgrim got the name the Phoenician. As all other Primarchs, his brothers had a nickname for him too; since Fulgrim liked to dress in one outlandish costume after another (to the point that Lady Gaga would ask him to tone it down some), they named him Peacock (this name would also be used to describe the nature of his legion when not in battle).
Just how long it took Fulgrim to get his legion back on track has been forgotten but Fulgrims Flagship was completed 160 years before the Horus Heresy, so he probably took some time as no Primarch wants to be seen dead without his flagship. Unfortunately for Fulgrim, The Emperor couldn't sit around and wait for Fulgrim to finish his work in bringing the Emperor's Children back to full strength, so Fulgrim's legion were merged with Horus's Luna Wolves until they were ready to go out on their own.
Among Fulgrims closest friends were Horus and Ferrus Manus, whom he nicknamed the Gorgon and whom he sheared a closer friendship with then the rest of his brothers.
Their first meeting was on Terra beneath Mount Narodnya, the greatest forge of the Urals, where Ferrus Manus was busy toiling with the forge-masters who had once served the Terrawatt Clan during the Unification Wars soon after his arrival from Medusa. The Primarch of the Iron Hands had been demonstrating his phenomenal skill and the miraculous powers of his liquid metal hands when Fulgrim, the Primarch of the III Legion, the Emperor's Children, and his elite Phoenix Guard, had descended upon the sprawling forge complex. Neither Primarchs had meet each other before, but when they meet each other they immediately felt a kinship, either that or the fact that each of them were 2.5 meters tall, one an albino the other with living metal all over his hands and that all artisans in the room immediately prostrated themselves in front of them, might have been a pretty HUGE clue.
When Ferrus Manus later told of what had happened beneath Mount Narodnya, he said that Fulgrim had come claiming that he had come to forge the most perfect weapon ever created for The Great Crusade. Ferrus Manus, ever prideful, could not let such boast go unchallenged (if he had been less prideful, he might have been a head taller than he is today, not to mention alive). Laughing in Fulgrims face, Ferrus Manus answered Fulgrims boast by declaring that such hands as Fulgrims could never forge anything.
Fulgrim accepted the challenge with "regal grace" and both Primarch stripped to the waist, making every female and male (who bent that way) artisan swoon in pleasure.
For three months the Primarchs worked unceasingly at the forge till at last their weapons where complete. Fulgrim had forged an exquisite warhammer -- Forgebreaker -- that could level a mountain with a single blow, and Ferrus Manus a golden bladed sword -- Fireblade -- that forever burned with the fire of the forge. Well never let it be said that both Primarchs didn't appreciate fine craftsmanship Fulgrim declared that Fireblade equal of that borne by the legendary hero Nuada Silverhand and Ferrus sworn that only the mighty thunder gods of Nordyc legend were fit to bear such a magnificent warhammer. Without a word the two exchanged weapons, unknown at the time was the fact that Fulgrim would later use Forgebreaker to beat Ferrus to a bloody pulp when Ferrus stubbornly refused to join Horus's rebellion.
It was after the whole affair beneath Mount Nerodnya that Fulgrim came up with the Ferrus's nickname. Arriving at the Imperial Palace, Sanguinius of the Blood Angels had arrived bearing gifts from his home world of Baal. Exquisite statues from the glowing rock of Baal, priceless gem-stones and wondrous artifacts of aragonite, opal and tourmaline. The lord of the Blood Angels had brought enough to fill a dozen wings of the Palace with the greatest wonders imaginable (apparently Sanguinius tried to imitate Fulgrims trick of stroking the Emperor´s ego). Fulgrim was ecstatic of the wonders Sanguinius had brought, but Ferrus Manus having little time for such things declared that such frivolities was a waste of time when there was still a galaxy out there to conquer. Fulgrim answered this by saying that Ferrus was a terrible old Gorgon, the nickname stuck and word had it that Ferrus became rather fond of the Nickname (might have something to do with his own legion calling him the Medusan).
Fulgrim couldn't hang around Terra all day and having already been merged with the Luna Wolves, they set off on The Great Crusade.
Great Crusade
Fulgrim's quest for perfection began as a need to live up to the honors bestowed upon his legion; the only legion to bear the Emperor's own heraldry as its symbol. In his eyes they were a legion apart, set above their brothers by the Emperor's own hand. Indeed it is true that while the Emperor's Children perhaps could not practice attrition warfare as well as the Iron Warriors, or drop assault as well as the Blood Angels, or fleet engagements as well as the Imperial Fists, they could do all, and most importantly had within them the will and drive to become paragons in all things. Fulgrim saw in his children what the Emperor meant for space marines to be, not only experts at war and carnage, but noble, strong, and excelling in all matters. Because of this the Emperor's Children were noted to place an emphasis on artistic matters and physical appearance, values that to other Astartes seemed vainglorous. As the Great Crusade went on, Fulgrim's focus on perfection became an obsession.
One incident of note was with the Primarch Konrad Curze of the Night Lords. Fulgrim tutored Curze and was the only primarch the Night Haunter really trusted or confided in. During one campaign alongside the Imperial Fists, Curze had one of the violent fits he was prone to, and Fulgrim rushed to his aid. Curze told him of visions he had of death at the hands of his father (the Emperor) and primarchs fighting one another. Fulgrim was deeply troubled by this, and decided to confide in Rogal Dorn, well known for his cool head and fairness.
Perhaps this was a mistake, and Dorn reacted badly to Curze's visions. Angered by the very idea that someone would have visions of the Emperor killing one of his sons, he confronted Curze. We don't know what he said to him, but we do know that it caused Curze to attack him and then flee. This little incident helped bring about the fall of the Night Lords legion, but whether it was Fulgrim, Dorn, or Curze's responsibility is up to interpretation.
Horus Heresy
During the heresy, Fulgrim tried to persuade Horus to stop his heresy, but then Horus somehow managed to coerce Fulgrim into joining him which some fa/tg/uys suspect that it was a promise of untold amounts of drugs and buttsecks. After he rebelled he killed Ferrus Manus his bestest friend. Then the Daemon possessing his sword said sweet nothings into his ear promising he'd off Fulgrim and ease his pain.....A Sword, that talks to you in your head, is promising not to fuck you over. Riiiiight. Fulgrim gets his soul squashed, paintings get haunted, etc etc etc. (Or not? Black Library loves fucking with brains.)
On an interesting note, Horus promises to save his brother from his fate, which is insane since he just spent all day fucking over everyone else. (Horus, he crazy)
Then some kind of Evileeee-hee fucking Slaaneshi daemon took over his body and turned him into a giant painting (a giant painting painted with shit, blood, and rotting corpses) in a shitty old closet where Slaanesh stores his/her/its dildos. (He claims to have exorcised the daemon from himself, but was forced to admit that he was lying when Lorgar threatened to expose his posession to the other traitor Legions.) Since then he has broken free for real, and duped Perturabo into helping him become a Daemon Prince
Theeeeen he turned into a 4-armed snake wielding poisoned blades who has no personality whatsoever. Yeah, I don't quite understand that part either. (Horus Heresy updates are sure to come later.....as with everything else in this god damn article.)
Oh there's a bit more then just that... Fulgrim is like fucking retarded... he picks up a sword made by Xenos, which just whispers 24/7 "FUCK EVERYONE TO DEATH!!!" in his head all the time because of the fact that it was possessed by a Slaaneshi Greater Daemon, and Fulgrim is like "This is a completely normal sword that is not telling me to FUCK ALL YOU BITCHES TO DEATH!" and everyone believes him. Even after Elrad himself says the sword is fucking insane and is trying to make him like fuck himself and the whole galaxy to death, Fulgrim is like "NAH-Ah YOUR MOMA'S INSANE, BITCH!" And then right when the Heresy kicks off and Slaanesh starts fucking about in his body, Fulgrim is all like "I'M SOO FUCKING STUPID!!! AND I'M STUCK IN THIS PAINTING BECAUSE I'M A RETARD!".
NEVERMIND! He was only pretending to be retard ha-ha!
TL-DR: Fulgrim's sword fucked him in the ass; this makes him asinine, especially considering the fact that he used it to kill his best friend, a man who could punch weapons into existence with his bare (metal) hands.
Despite everything about him that screams "flaming homo" and/or "Anime Character", he did get shit done in the heresy/post-heresy killing two other Primarchs which is pretty badass. In fact, we all should be grateful he put Grand daddy smurf in stasis.
It is also quite ironic that he's supposed to be so beautiful. Because ful means ugly in swedish. And grim means ugly in danish.
Gameplay
| WS | BS | S | T | W | I | A | Ld | Sv | |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Fulgrim: | 8 | 6 | 6 | 6 | 6 | 8 | 5 | 10 | 2+/5++/3++ in CC |
Fulgrim is very good at fighting both rank and file and HQ's due to his high initative (8) granting extra attacks and his good save in close combat. He also has an easy time getting to combat thanks to his speed and can adapt to any situation with his changeable and chooseable warlord traits. Fulgrim has some pretty good defense with 2+, 5++ (3++ in CC), primarch rule, T6/W6 and whenever he passes an armor or invulnerable save in CC on a 6 the enemy takes a blind test. For weapons he has a shreding volkite charger which is ok and the Sword of Laer is AP2 and rending combined with his Strength 6 and 6 attacks basic. Surprisingly, he isn't very good at primarch-on-primarch fights - you might expect a dude who scored two primarch kills to be good at this. Even with his higher-than-average-Primarch WS, superior Initiative and extra attacks from it he's got even odds or worse against most other primarchs because he got stuck with a crapiest primarch weapon ever. Seriously, even Ferrus' bare hands are better than that supposedly omnipotent daemonic blade of rape, though Fulgrim will still cut his head off in a fight. Guess ol' Fulgy just knew how to pick his battles...
In the recent update, he can also now bring Fireblade! It's a master crafted Paragon Blade that instant kills on to wound rolls of 5+, and is so much better than the Blade of the Laer because you trade rending (why would he ever need that? Both blades are AP 2 and you won't ever send him after vehicles) for +1 Strength, so now Fulgrim hits most other primarchs on 3's, wounds most other primarchs on 3's, will almost always have more attacks than they do, and won't get bogged down nearly as much against squads like Deathshroud Terminators.
He should have also had access to the MURDER SWORD Anathame, but Forge World forgot he had it in the books, now the books have progressed far enough to know that Erebus took the sword back and smashed into eight daggers. There will probably never ever be rules for the original MURDER SWORD now.
Gallery
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The face that launched a 1,000 slashfics. The sad part is that dialogue is lifted directly from a Horus Heresy book. -
One sexy and psychopathic bastard. -
Here he's an ugly bald old man covered in scars. NOT HAWT. Also he has black wings for some reason. ORIGINAL WINGS DO NOT STEAL -
Ferrus is such a troll. From a Horus Heresy book too. -
His perfection will drive you to the point of orgasm. -
The vidya geam
| The Primarchs of the Space Marine Legions |
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 Loyalist Corvus Corax - Ferrus Manus - Jaghatai Khan Leman Russ - Lion El'Jonson - Roboute Guilliman Rogal Dorn - Sanguinius - Vulkan |
 Traitor Alpharius/Omegon - Angron - Fulgrim Horus - Konrad Curze/Night Haunter - Lorgar Magnus the Red - Mortarion - Perturabo |