Lukas the Trickster

The Trickster. The Jackalwolf. Lukas Strifeson. "The greatest pain in my ass, that I have ever suffered in my time as Jarl!"

You had been called all of these things by your Kin of the Sixth legion. And for good reason: You were all of them. A jester, a joker, a trickster and lover of jokes great and small, the only limit you had with your chapter was ensuring that you didn't get anyone killed or maimed. Otherwise? It was all on the line for you! From spiking Mjord, to shaving heads while they slept, to even dousing the veteran heavy gunner Longfangs with Troll Pheromones. (This last one may be Canon, but my source is Youtube Video). So long as the marine lived and could tell of the tale, there was nothing, absolutely nothing that was below you.

This however did leave an important question: Why the hell were you alive? Certainly by now, you should have been killed for the trouble you caused, no? Well, you would be right, if not for two key things: Skill, and cunning. For skill, you were one of the greatest duelists to live. Few could best you, and at least one of those who did was currently dead or being repaired by the Dark Eldar. Combined with your Plasma Pistol and you custom Claw, there was barely an enemy that could stand against you and hope to survive. And that was without the pelt of the Jackalwolf you slaid that constantly was making you look like you were shapeshifting. It was great!

As for cunning, one needed only look at your skills at pranks to know your willingness for trickery. Now add: you didn't have a no maiming or killing rule with you when you were dealing with your foes. Ah there were some classics in your book. Such as the time when, while stuck on communications array in space for spiking the Jarl's drink, you decided to yell at the Orkz in their crude language, and started an orgy of both sex, and ****! Ah, or the time when a bunch of Sisters of Battle showed up to the world, eager to start preaching to your people. You were drunk then, but you pack mates said that you got them to screw off, though you did have to screw some you hear.

Ah, so many great memories, so many great tales to choose from. But which to recall? Perhaps your first lay that spawned a child (Also Canon, this one explicitly so)? Perhaps your tales on Prospero dealing with Magnus and their brats? ooh... so many fine stories to choose from. So many good ones to pick.