"I stand now, immortal. So my foes may fear me for all eternity"

A prodigy from his inception into the Space Wolves Chapter of the Adeptus Astartes. Fruktan Varg was closely watched as he rose in the ranks from Blood Claw to honored Wolf Guard, his rise would be considered nothing short of a living legend. Braving every horror, every challenge with a head strong attitude that inspired those not only in his pack. But in the packs of those that serve in the Wolves of Hammerfall.

He was destined to be granted the title of Wolf Lord far ahead of his time, at only an early age and having served but a brief 199 years. Unfortunately cut short of his 200th year under service on a particular raid on planet Tartenus, a planet accused of Tyranid infestation, Fruktans Wolf Guard pack came under siege by a swarm of the Hormogaunt geno-type supported by a monstrous Carnifex.

Fruktan being plucked from his feet, was quickly consumed whole by the hideous hive beast. And tho he fought with every ounce of strenght his amplified body could muster, it was his pack brothers who finally slew the living horror. Weakened from the inside from Fruktans constant struggle, but time had passed quickly, tho the young warrior had felt like ages had passed as he hacked, tore and bit through the muscles and entrails that held him captive. The acids that flowed through the Carnifexes blood had eaten through half his armour, his flesh twisted and deformed.

By the time his brothers had pulled him from the belly of the monster, Fruktan lay near the brink of death, held conscious by his sheer determination and will to see another day. Emergency extraction pulled Fruktan and his pack off the planet that day, not wishing to lose the Chapters iconic would be leader. But again, time had taken a toll on the fallen warrior.

Body now preserved in the ancient technology of the dreadnaught casket, Fruktan continues to serve his company under his own personal banner. The head of the dreaded Carnifex that ended his legacy mounted as a trophy, a constant reminder of everything that was taken from him on that faithful day. To which some say, brings the hot blooded berzerker of their lost champion to a boil, unleashing his hatred for all heretics and xenos in a flurry of crackling death and blazing assault cannon auto fire.