GAY

Name: Redemptor Fulvius
Gender/Sex: MALE, AS ARE ALL ADEPTUS ASTARTES
Race: THE FINEST HUMAN, XENOS ARE THE ENEMY AND MUST BE PURGED.
Age: 80
Appearance: YOU'LL NEVER KNOW BECAUSE I WILL ALWAYS DON MY POWER ARMOUR AND STRIKE DOWN HERETICS. I CANNOT SURVIVE WITHOUT IT.
Personality: THE BEST BRED OF THE EMPEROR OF MAN, I TELL NO JOKES.
Armaments: MY TRUSTY BOLTER, AND MY CHAINSWORD AS A BACKUP.
Garments/Armor: MY POWER ARMOUR
Accessories/Jewelery: THE IRON HALO, GRANTED TO ME FOR MY LOYALTY TO THE EMPEROR.
Magic: MAGIC IS THE STUFF OF CHAOS.
STATS: AN ASTARTES CAN CRUSH A MAN'S SKULL WITH HIS BARE HANDS, WITHOUT POWER ARMOUR. HE CAN WITHSTAND THE LOSS OF A WHOLE LIMB THE WAY ONE OF US MIGHT WITHSTAND A BRUISE OR A CUT. HE CAN RUN FASTER AND JUMP HIGHER THAN THE BEST ATHLETES MANKIND CAN PROVIDE.
IF AN ASTARTES WANTED TO THREATEN AN UNAUGMENTED HUMAN (REDUNDANT AS THAT MAY BE), A GENTLE SHOVE FROM THEM WOULD PUT ONE OF US ON OUR KNEES. A FULL-STRENGTH PUNCH WOULD LIKELY KILL US INSTANTLY FROM CATASTROPHIC DAMAGE TO OUR SKELETAL STRUCTURE AND INTERNAL ORGANS.
ARMOURED, AN ASTARTES CAN PLOUGH THROUGH A CONCRETE WALL AS IF IT WERE MADE OF STYROFOAM BLOCKS. A POWER ARMOURED ASTARTES CAN EVEN BE STRUCK BY LIGHTNING AND BE ONLY TICKLED BY IT.

Spiritual Durability: INFINITE PROBABLY