Captain:Sumantumn

Sumantumn also called the Blood God and the Lord of Skulls, is the most warlike and bloodthirsty of the three, and considered to be the strongest of the trio by default. Towering over mortal beings, his body is covered in a naturally forming armour, almost like bone, capable of deflecting even the most grevious of blows with ease. Born of the ancient race knowwn as the, he originated as the mind of one of their own, reborn into a host form of coalesed Essence and biology-micmicking matter, which he can manipulate to appear in any form he chooses.

Known to the as a demonic entity (though this is not strictly true), he has appeared in ancient Ankoran religion as a major antagonist for several centuries, and often enjoys interacting with the beings that have taken such note of his existence and written it into their folklore.

He has one tenet and doctrine for cultists that have fallen to his worship: blood and more blood. His only temple is the battlefield, his sole sacrament the spilled blood of nations. Consciously or not, all warrior cultures pay him homage with their acts of murder and destruction, from the headhunting tribes of backwater tribe worlds, to the homicidal murderers of advanced civilisations.

Appearence
Sumantumn's favoured form, and the one he manifests most often as, is that of a tailless red-skinned humanoid, towering nearly five meters high. Coated in plates of bone that form an armoured shell reministant of true demons; spikes cover his body, as his eyes litterally glow with rage. Notably, a large, bone-like structure, similar to immense wings, sprout from his back, each capable of acting seperately, and being used like spears.

Personality
Those with psyopathic, murderous intentions and demeanors would be no strangers to the mind of Sumantumn; the spilled blood (or rough equivalent) of mortals and nations is his obsession, his great, dark lust, as is the violence through which this end is brought. Almost single minded in his desire to see combat play out, only one other subject plays out in the Blood God's mind - The weaponry used to spill that blood, and engage in such glorious combat.

To Sumantumn, he who creates new ways to kill is a Saint, and those whom fight on the battlefield for the sake of fighting are his adoring worshippers. In essence, you worship, and earn favour with, Sumantumn by being a good warrior. And as a warrior, you'll find your interests and his tend to generally align; he wants death but isn't picky on who, and you want to live to fight another day. Thus, the mere act of preserving your life will earn the pleasure of the god of battle.

Powers
Alongside the other two Vulmaurae, it is likely that Sumantumn was part of the catastrophic event iniated by the Xi-Ur to either corrupt or wipe out the Psal'Jinnai and their children within the Xonexi Cluster; the significant absence of any known Progenic speices in the Milky Way aside from the Ankoran suggests this was at least partially successful, and that Sumantumn is indeed a being of fearsome occult power. What records exist suggest he was personally able to combat the techno-Symmetric power of, Conduit Mind of Xonexi, and was only forced into the Subterfuge by the direct action of a pure Psal'Jinnai.

His strength manifests both in direct and indirect power, choosing generally to act through either dark cults or the legions of corrupted Hadals he has gained hold of over centuries, when Sumantumn intends to make a move on the Gigaquadrant, he will never resort to trickery or deception, instead sending his armies to assault his foes, and only makes a personal appearence when a target of particular interest to the Vulmaurae arrives.

Afilliated
- "Touch me again, and I will ensure every single toy in your 'collection' is castrated!"

- "Decietful trickster. You have no honour. No strength. You will be crushed, like she!"

Sumantumn Hadals - {{Quote|Soldiers and Servants... Spill blood, or yours will paint my floor."

Unaffliated
- "You, Ankoran, you fear... I know it. But the blood you spill... You may fear and hate me, but you are a source of such joy and enterainment."

Enemies
- "You are no more than an inert machine, foolishly gifted with a foolish race's weak energy. You will not be spared next time."