Grandpa Dreadnought
Not to be confused with Bjorn the Fell Handed.
Grandpa Dreadnought is a very old and anonymous Space Marine who was interred into a Dreadnought Chassis a very long time ago. So long, in fact, it is rumored that he is older than Bjorn the Fell-Handed. This is just a rumor, of course: his records are missing from the Adeptus Mechanicus' database, no one is old enough to remember which chapter he originally belonged to, the paint on his hull is worn out beyond recognition, and he himself doesn't remember these things. Due to his very old age, he's developed Alzheimer's disease which causes him to forget everything that would happen in the next 20 seconds. Grandpa Dreadnought is mostly confused as to why you're here, who the fuck you are, and if you're trying to loot his house, because he's not dead yet. Paranoia has led him to wire high explosives into the foundation and supports of his house. Just in Case.
He has a great hate of lawyers, who consistently try to execute his will and strip him of his possessions, and bears. However if you help him get rid of the bears, he'll give you the key to his liquor cabinet (full of fine rare wines) in his will, if the goddamn bears wouldn't stop breaking into it.
Recently Grandpa got an upgrade to Venerable Dreadnought, much to the concern of those who have seen the Wall of Fire his new flamer can make.
And whatever you do, don't mess with his turnip garden. Which is just starting to grow back after being sacrificed in a Chili Cook-off.
Grandpa Dreadnought is known to be good friends with Inquisitor Tom, and enemies with the wraithlord Tileth, and somewhat Tankred the Dreadnought.
Recently, Grandpa Dreadnought has been involved with many hi-jinks, not the least of which has resulted in a date with a Sister of Battle. However, it seems highly likely that the date will be ruined.
