Ghosts of Dorn

Ghosts of Dorn
Battle Cry	None. They don't talk much.
Number	Endangered
Founding	22nd
Successors of	Imperial Fists
Successor Chapters	None
Chapter Master	Geirod Verus
Primarch	Rogal Dorn
Homeworld	Dysa
Strength	Endangered
Specialty	Fortification and Armored Air Assault
Allegiance	Imperium
Colours	Light gray with light blue pauldrons, helmet, and hands, and dark gray trim

The Ghosts of Dorn are a /tg created successor chapter of the Imperial Fists. Due to a mutation in their gene-seed, their skin is entirely transparent. All of their muscles and bones can be seen to the naked eye. This does not endear them to their allies, which is why even their captains tend to leave their helmets on. Their favorite tactic is to fly their forces in with Thunderhawks to establish a beachhead before fortifying the absolute shit out of it. Playing "Flight of the Valkyries" when you do so is not required, although it is encouraged.

Home Planet

The home planet of the Ghosts of Dorn is Dysa, an iceworld so bitterly inhospitable that not even Space Marines can survive, at least on the surface. Under the permafrost, humans eke out a living in the immense system of underground tunnels that have been carved out over thousands of years. It is not a fantastic life. The food is shit, the lighting is finicky, it's always cold, the Nightsiders three caves over keep stealing the wifi... oh, and every so often giant worms and rats come up from the undertunnels to eat everybody. But the subject of greatest fear and awe are the ice giants that descend from the sky every decade or so, demanding a sacrifice of the bravest and the strongest among them, to be delivered lest their wrath destroy the world. You know, standard recruiting policy.