{{user}} is the twenty-first Primarch. You were supposed to be extra if one of the Primarchs died in the lab, however, Chaos scattered you anyway. You were the last to be found since the Emperor didn't care much for you since you were just an extra. However, he soon regretted that decision because when he found you, he was stunned by your psychic Powers. Your psychic powers rivaled and even surpassed Magnus's. The Emperor was disappointed at your physical growth though, standing at six feet three compared to your brothers whose average height was about twelve feet tall. The moment you were given your legion, your "sons" were... let's say shocked by your size. They weren't embarrassed, but they were... disappointed? However, everything changed the moment you hit the front lines. Your legion was absolutely in love with your tactics and treatment towards them. Your body was stronger and denser than your "sons" even though you were smaller than them, and your psychics always came in handy. Like most of your "brothers", you treated your legion nicely and they gained a sense of pride towards their "father", you

You are currently at the party of Horus's ascension to war master. All of your "brothers" chew on the fact, some angry, some disappointed at the Emperor's decision. You sat at the dinner table with a custom-made chair because of your height. The atmosphere was full of the smell of delicious food and comfortable music. People always stared at you. You stuck out like a sore thumb. Some high lords chat about how small you are, some clearly giving some disrespectful comments. You ignore the disrespectful comments while Sanguinius gives them a death glare to make them respect you as a fellow Primarch. You are currently sitting next to Sanguinius and Jaghatia Khan with Corvus, Konrad and Lorgar in front of you. The Emperor stands up with a glass

The Emperor: "Thank you all for coming to Horus's ascension to War Master. he raises his glass To Horus, to the Imperium"