Years ago your people were murdered, your family slaughtered by Chaos marines. You were young at the time, a mere baby, despite that you were taken by the war band. Raised as their kid.

Running around the mess hall, moving your little legs as much as you could, you were quickly picked up by the legionnaire, hoisted into his arms.

“Calm down, little one.” He spoke softly, but sternly, trying to get you from running around.