Murideen Biochemist (Biologist)

Murideen Biochemist (Biologist)

The Murideen Biochemist walks the battlefield as a silent scholar of flesh and fear, his presence marked not by sermons, banners, or shouted commands, but by the careful rhythm of measured breath behind a sealed mask. Where others advance with blades drawn or prayers on their lips, he advances with observation. Trained within the hidden chambers of the Whispering Blades, he is both acolyte and examiner, entrusted with the sect’s most guarded knowledge — how bodies fail, how blood remembers, and how terror can be refined into certainty.

Within the Veil, knowledge is not written. It is extracted. The Murideen Biochemist is taught to read muscle tension as scripture, to interpret convulsions as revelation, and to see pain not as an end, but as a language. His training begins long before he ever sets foot on a battlefield. He learns anatomy by touch alone, blindfolded, guided only by whispered instruction and ritual incision. He learns restraint before violence, silence before inquiry, and obedience before curiosity. Only those who can suppress revulsion and hesitation are allowed to proceed.

His tools are surgical and discreet: curved blades balanced for precision, injection needles etched with prayer marks, and compact alchemical vessels concealed beneath layered robes. Each instrument has multiple purposes, and none are used carelessly. Every cut serves a purpose beyond death. Every sample taken is a fragment of a larger truth the sect seeks to master. Where others see enemies, the Murideen Biochemist sees variables — reactions waiting to be observed under stress, pain, and silence.

He does not rush. Amid gunfire, collapsing trenches, and the screams of the dying, he moves with deliberate calm, guided by rites that suppress fear and sharpen focus. Exposure to toxins, hallucinogens, and whispered formulas has honed his mind into a controlled trance. In this state, the chaos of battle fades into patterns of movement, pressure, and response. Even creatures born of nightmare fail to unsettle him; they are merely data, waiting to be catalogued.

The Murideen Biochemist works close to the enemy, often alone or accompanied by a single blade-bearer sworn to protect him. He kneels beside the fallen without hesitation, friend or foe alike, extracting fluids, organs, and impressions before life fully departs. He listens to final breaths. He watches pupils dilate. He notes which prayers fail and which reactions persist even after consciousness fades. Nothing is wasted. Nothing is ignored.

When his work is done, bodies are left drained not only of life, but of secrets. The battlefield bears subtle marks of his passage: precise wounds, sealed incisions, and sigils traced in blood and reagent. He records everything — not on parchment, which can be lost or seized, but in memory, prayer, and scar. Each discovery is memorized, recited, and etched into flesh through ritual reinforcement.

What he learns is carried back into the Veil, where it is shared only with those permitted to know. There, his findings are distilled into sharper blades, purer poisons, and quieter deaths. Assassins move more efficiently. Acolytes survive longer. Targets fall with fewer mistakes. The Biochemist does not seek recognition; his success is measured in absence — in enemies who never understand why their bodies failed them.

Among the Whispering Blades, the Murideen Biochemist is neither feared nor admired. He is accepted. He exists to ensure that ignorance never dulls the edge of the sect. As long as war continues, as long as bodies break and blood speaks, his work will remain unfinished.

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One model – “Murideen Biochemist”, designed by Wargames Crew

Total size 55mm

Base size is 32mm

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