Warning!!!: If you don't like how this group is played, then don't read it, okay, cause I can't be held responsible for playing a character(s) as they were made, thank you...
Through the passing of the centuries since the Horus Heresy, the Forces of Chaos have been further swelled by those Space Marines who have turned from service to the Emperor of Mankind to pursue their own agendas. Freed from the Imperial dogma and traditions of their Chapter, these so-called Renegade Space Marines fully indulge the needs of their superhuman bodies and their militant minds. They most often become corsairs, pirates and mercenaries, using their unparalleled combat skills to garner wealth and power for themselves, rusing as tyrannical masters of pirate fleets and the masters of desolate frontier worlds. As they explore their new freedom from the discipline and strict purpose of the Adeptus Astartes, these Space Marines inevitably turn at some point to the Chaos Gods to gain more power to do as they will. From this point on, they are fated to walk the path of the Chaos Champion as much as any of the original Traitors of the Horus Heresy. These Renegades are hunted men -- loathed by all the other Space Marine Chapters, who consider it their foremost duty before the Emperor to destroy any Renegade Astartes lest their vile shame and dishonour leave a black stain upon all the Loyalist Space Marines who have never turned their face from the light of the Emperor or their duty to Mankind for their own selfish gain.
Though never equal in size or power to the original Astartes Legions, a modern Space Marine Chapter is a potent military force in its own right and when an entire Chapter turns Renegade it presents a grave threat to the Imperium. With all the resources of a Space Marine Chapter at their disposal, the Renegades of Chaos destroy Imperial armies, conquer Imperial worlds and despoil whole sectors of the Imperium. Such events warrant an extreme response from the Imperial forces, not to mention the other, Loyalist Space Marine Chapters. It is perhaps the greatest test of faith for a Space Marine to fight another Astartes and these internecine conflicts often have a terrible effect on other nearby Chapters. In these circumstances, such inter-Chapter wars tend to escalate quickly, engulfing many worlds with bloodshed. On occasion, those forces sent to deal with the Renegade Chapter may actually end up, in whole or in part, becoming corrupted and joining with those they were sent to destroy, just as happened to many among the Traitor Legions so long ago.
An example of just such an outcome infamously took place in the 34th Millennium during the Obscuran Uprisings. During the curse of 400 Terran years of anarchic separatist rebellions that shook much of the Segmentum Obscurus, at least 7 Loyalist Space Marine Chapters broke their oaths to the Emperor and took part in the looting and pillaging of hundreds of these Imperial worlds. Of these Chapters, 2 of them, the Sons of Vengeance and the Silver Guards -- had at first fought on the side of the Imperium but turned Renegade after their vicious retaliatory actions against the rebel Free Council of Hannedra II. It is believed these Chapters found great freedom in unleashing their full wrath at Hannedra II and they soon gave up any pretense of serving the Emperor in subsequent brutal actions unleashed across the Segmentum.
A little idea of how the Red Four does things. Enjoy.
The Red Four Army
Wild, crazed, loyal to their fearless Mistress, Hellgan, the Renegades are willing to fight to the shitty end, having higher pride for their duties, as well as the spirit of a unstoppable force of the Warp. Traitors of many Imperial chapters, no longer trusting in the God Emperor and his ways, their beliefs taking a turn towards the Warp, finding more rewards than just water and bread, Hellgan's Renegades are veterans and hardened men who not only want to quench their lust for battle, but to also take part in pleasures only Slaanesh can offer.
Sporting many different outfits and styles, ranging from common miner clothing, to leftover armor they brought with them, Renegades can be stubborn in combat, often a little easy to trick, if you can catch some off guard. Fast, lightly armored and armed, these souls fight for what they want, some collecting prizes off their kills, either it be armor, weapons, heads, etc, it's not rare to see one wearing flesh or bone.
Renegade/Feast
Average Height: 6-6'7 foot
Average Weight: 190-260 lbs, Muscle or Fat.
Average Weaponry: Whatever they can get their hands on. Combat Knives, Swords, Chainswords, Meat-Hooks, Pikes, Other Sharp Objects, Las-Guns, Shotguns, Assault Rifles, Grenades, and Others...
Average Armor: Leftover Guardsmen Armor, Iron, Steel, and Whatever they can get...
Kill Score: With your typical new recruit, you have to convince them that killing is an okay thing. Even when the enemy wants to kill them, and their friends, and their families, most green soldiers will be unable to pull that trigger. That hesitation, that inability to kill, can mean their end. Feasts are nothing like that. A brand new, freshly recruited Feast, with no formal training whatsoever, will not hesitate to jam the nearest sharp object underneath a foes chin, and even relish watching the life leave their eyes. Though lightly armored, if at all, Feasts work in large groups, ranging from twenty to as many as fifty blood-thirty, ravenous warriors eager to kill solely because they were ordered to. The perfect grunt: numerous, easy to supply, and not afraid to make shit happen. Each one of these bad boys earns a score of three out of ten on the Kill Score.
Red Four Officer
Average Height: 6'2-6'11 foot
Average Weight: 190-290 lbs, Muscle or Fat.
Average Weaponry: Whatever they can get their hands on. Combat Knives, Swords, Chainswords, Meat-Hooks, Pikes, Other Sharp Objects, Las-Guns, Shotguns, Assault Rifles, Grenades, Flamethrowers, Plasma, and Others...
Average Armor: Leftover Guardsmen Armor, Iron, Steel, and Whatever they can get. Officers sport Skull Masks and other helmet like gear, not the common gas mask.
Kill Score:Having an army of viscous foot-soldiers is good, but it means nothing if you aren't there beating these idiots into submission all the time. Naturally, you can't be everywhere at once. Which is why you have the officers. An officer, usually with some experience leading groups of bandits or something similar, knows how to use fear and brute strength to keep his men in line. Fully capable of ripping any Feast who looks at them funny right in half, these are one of the few of the Red Legion to show something resembling restraint. They'll actually wait until ordered without having to have that small detail beaten into them first. But that's because they know the value of timing. A good pack leader waits until the opportune time to send in his pack. Their ability to gauge this time and make their own troops more afraid of them than of the enemy earns the Renegade Officer a score of six out of ten.
Massacre Bringers
Average Height: 6-6'7 foot
Average Weight: 190-260 lbs, Muscle or Fat.
Average Weaponry: Combat Knives, Swords, Meat-Hooks, Pikes, Machine Pistols, Combat Shotguns, Assault Rifles, Grenades, and Others...
Average Armor: Hand sown uniforms, custom fitted to the wearer's body, offering a layer of steel plating under the ballistic cloth, allowing the wearer to withstand hard punishment, but can't take no more than two Bolter Rounds.
Kill Score: Quiet, hunters of the crowd, picking their targets, hunting them down, and slaughtering them like helpless lambs. Having more authority than Officers, but not breaking their ranks with Lieutenant or commanding officer, loyal to the point of never questioning their Mistress, even if death is facing them, they will keep firing. As before, they seek out a target, hunting it down, killing anyone or anything that gets between them and their prey, and fully terminates the prey, hacking, slashing, blasting, even if it means choking the life out of them, they will do whatever it takes to get the kill. At times, a small grouping that consists of 6 or 10 Massacre Bringers, Hellgan sends these men into battle to handle a special objective for her, being a marked prey she wants dead or be a treasure she has her eye on. Out of all, Massacre Bringers score a seven out of ten on the Kill Score, being her trust guard and lapdogs...
Red Four Gore
Average Height: 8'6-10'4 foot
Average Weight: 410-720 lbs, Muscle or Fat.
Average Weaponry: Melee only, Wrist-Blades, Heavy Objects to throw, Meat-Chains, Heavy Chainsaw, Massive Pikes/Spears, and Pure Muscle ((Oh Yeah Baby!!! >XD))...
Average Armor: Whatever they can get or tear from armored vehicles...
Kill Score: Pure Psychos, full of rage and easy to taunt, easy to trick, but you'd have to have balls of pure titanium to brave that task. Placing a Gore in the front lines, with Feasts backing him up, you got one hell of a mess, cause once that Gore hits enemy lines, most facing it say "Fuck this shit!!" or "It's every soldier for themselves!!". Hellgan's Gores are Ogryns turned rogue fully, but oddly enough, their stupidity has gained them favor with Hellgan, while her motherly charm keeps them calm and at bay, Gores have that childish mind that wins Hellgan's heart over, the feline unable to turn her back on one. But when momma wants them to kill or rip into a tank, "Smash!!!!!!" and that's all he wrote. The Gore scores a very proud eight out of ten on the charts, it's massive strength and endless will to do for Hellgan herself, Gores make the Chosen Unit Award in The Red Four Army...
Red Four Psyker
Average Height: 5'4-6'1 foot
Average Weight: 90-150 lbs, Bony or Weight.
Average Weaponry: Warp Energy, Psychic Blasts, Specials...
Average Armor: None...
Kill Score:In every war, both sides commit and fall victim to horrible, horrible atrocities. The innocent girl, caught in the crossfire and gunned down until she was no longer recognizable as human. The head of some green recruit, rolling to stare blankly at his comrades as a picture from his youth flutters down to rest over his cold, dead eyes. The interrogation of some man, so blinded by loyalty to his country that by the time air stops flowing through the wreck that was formerly his face, noone else could bear to watch any longer. Sweet dreams compared to the wrath of a Psyker squad. Deployed in groups of 3-5, these sick bastards have no qualms about constructing these and worse horrors, often driving men into killing their own comrades or placing a bolt in their own skull. While weak physically, the Renegade Psyker has embraced all the horrors of Chaos and used their own abilities to forge something resembling sanity from the broken mind that often results, embracing and melding with whatever Daemon happens to take an interest in them, and letting the hellish beast augment their own psychic abilities. While fully able to topple a tank with its mind alone, watching the men inside pull the pin on a grenade and leaving the tank in tact (with a somewhat squishier floor) is just something that makes them smile.