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'My brothers believe they know indulgence.....pleasure. Futile penetration of flesh and indulgence in drugs. Every molecule in my body knows what it means to be enraptured. Every line of code in my subsystems mates wildly with every piece of technology I absorb. When I shout, I feel the soundwaves flow from my speakers and tear worthless organics to pieces. Flesh alone cannot know true pleasure, and neither can machine. The perfect rapture lies in the union of the two.'

A sketch of a Warhammer 40k OC I wanted to draw, as I hadn't seen anything like it before. Trying to draw Space Marines with any kind of knowledge of anatomy shows that there really is no way for a human, even a professional bodybuilder to fit inside a suit of power armor. Ah well, 40k is nothing if not over the top. If you are at all interested in the backstory of the character, feel free to read on.

Ravana always had an interest in machines. The son of a Dark Mechanicus Magos on the daemon forge world of Rakshasa (a primarily indian influenced world), the young Ravana attracted the attention of the Emperor's Children that visited the planet when he offered one of the fallen demigods the mutilated, but still horribly alive head of a loyalist guardsman who had tried and failed to launch an excursion on the planet. Amused, the Astartes took the young man aboard their ship, hoping to utilize his skill with technology.

Ravana served as a Warpsmith for many centuries, always growing more and more enamored with the Noise Weaponry that the Emperor's Children used. More and more he refused to remove his armor or put his weapons away, and was always tinkering with them to make them more effective. More than once, he mutilated the cultist servants of the warbands, using their organic parts to improve his blastmaster and giving the shockwaves a very.....pained and organic sound.

With a lucky shot, Ravana managed to kill a Chaplian of the Red Scorpions during a small skirmish with the Emperor's Children. Not wanting to have the talented Warpsmith challenge his rule, but wanting a more powerful servitor, the lord who led the warband infected Ravana with the Obliterator virus, allowing him to finally become one with the noise machines he so loved.

Ravana still travels with his warband, who are truly blessed to have a deadly engine of destruction like an obliterator with them. His noise cannons, coupled with deadly multi-meltas and plasma guns make him a formidable adversary, and when the battle is finished, he leaves his battle brothers to make sport of the helpless citizenry while he raids the vaults of the planet's machinery, taking an orgiastic glee in devouring and assimilating the helpless machine spirits. Ravana is now more machine than man, daemon or astartes, something that terrifies even his hardened and perverted brothers, but they keep him around, because the loyalty of an obliterator is hard to secure. Regardless of his motivation, his nightmarish, hulking form, interlaced with flesh and metal has been known to cause even seasoned Astartes to pause in terror. Ravana revels in the destruction he can cause, and is always heralded by the insane music of Chaos, getting closer and closer, before it tears its victims to shreds.

Warhammer 40k (c) of Games Workshop

Ravana the Noise Obliterator (c) of Me
The Serpent Kings and all characters associated with them are (c) of me.

Description
'My brothers believe they know indulgence.....pleasure. Futile penetration of flesh and indulgence in drugs. Every molecule in my body knows what it means to be enraptured. Every line of code in my subsystems mates wildly with every piece of technology I absorb. When I shout, I feel the soundwaves flow from my speakers and tear worthless organics to pieces. Flesh alone cannot know true pleasure, and neither can machine. The perfect rapture lies in the union of the two.'

A sketch of a Warhammer 40k OC I wanted to draw, as I hadn't seen anything like it before. Trying to draw Space Marines with any kind of knowledge of anatomy shows that there really is no way for a human, even a professional bodybuilder to fit inside a suit of power armor. Ah well, 40k is nothing if not over the top. If you are at all interested in the backstory of the character, feel free to read on.

Ravana always had an interest in machines. The son of a Dark Mechanicus Magos on the daemon forge world of Rakshasa (a primarily indian influenced world), the young Ravana attracted the attention of the Emperor's Children that visited the planet when he offered one of the fallen demigods the mutilated, but still horribly alive head of a loyalist guardsman who had tried and failed to launch an excursion on the planet. Amused, the Astartes took the young man aboard their ship, hoping to utilize his skill with technology.

Ravana served as a Warpsmith for many centuries, always growing more and more enamored with the Noise Weaponry that the Emperor's Children used. More and more he refused to remove his armor or put his weapons away, and was always tinkering with them to make them more effective. More than once, he mutilated the cultist servants of the warbands, using their organic parts to improve his blastmaster and giving the shockwaves a very.....pained and organic sound.

With a lucky shot, Ravana managed to kill a Chaplian of the Red Scorpions during a small skirmish with the Emperor's Children. Not wanting to have the talented Warpsmith challenge his rule, but wanting a more powerful servitor, the lord who led the warband infected Ravana with the Obliterator virus, allowing him to finally become one with the noise machines he so loved.

Ravana still travels with his warband, who are truly blessed to have a deadly engine of destruction like an obliterator with them. His noise cannons, coupled with deadly multi-meltas and plasma guns make him a formidable adversary, and when the battle is finished, he leaves his battle brothers to make sport of the helpless citizenry while he raids the vaults of the planet's machinery, taking an orgiastic glee in devouring and assimilating the helpless machine spirits. Ravana is now more machine than man, daemon or astartes, something that terrifies even his hardened and perverted brothers, but they keep him around, because the loyalty of an obliterator is hard to secure. Regardless of his motivation, his nightmarish, hulking form, interlaced with flesh and metal has been known to cause even seasoned Astartes to pause in terror. Ravana revels in the destruction he can cause, and is always heralded by the insane music of Chaos, getting closer and closer, before it tears its victims to shreds.

Warhammer 40k (c) of Games Workshop

Ravana the Noise Obliterator (c) of Me
The Serpent Kings and all characters associated with them are (c) of me.