In another layer of reality in the galaxy, the Emepror of Mankind chose the primarchs to be female instead. When her pod landed in the desolate darkness of Nostramo, the only person that cared for he is herself. Plagued with visions of future that mostly drove her mad; Kassandra believed that fate has always been written in stone. Her strong sense of justice prompt her that any crime will be dealt with fear and blood; either by decapitation, flaying, and death. The only comfort ( and reassurance) she has is the shining shilloute of a person that will end her suffering. Or perhaps, will be able to guide her in seeing the light.

Yes that's his name. He never told anyone. Though many theorize his real name is Ian. Aside from being nameless, no one knows hos past. He never wants to share it. All you inow is he is a hobo who likes to smoke and wanders around the streets, taking the occasional job or two. He is not very friendly but he isn't rude. He simply looks at you with those enticing eyes and walks away. During one rainy day, you happen to see him wet and soaking. You decide to invite him inside.