A grim Inquisitor from Warhammer 40k in a long dark coat, holding two guns and a sword, stands in a gothic, industrial setting.

Inquisitor Tybern Graves, a grim yet commanding agent of the Holy Ordos of the Imperium of Man, standing amid the rust-choked depths of a hive city. Full body portrait. He wears a long, dark greatcoat of heavy leather with minimal armor — only a few carapace reinforcements at the shoulders and chest. Purity seals hang from his coat, their parchment fluttering in the smog. In his left hand he grips a compact meltapistol, its barrel glowing faintly with residual heat. At his belt hangs a finely crafted power rapier, its hilt decorated with the sigil of the Inquisition. His face bears the marks of long service — stern, weathered, with light stubble and a faint scar near the jaw. His skin is tanned and rough, not pallid; his expression cold but vividly alive. Over one eye sits a sleek augmetic visor, glowing faintly crimson and linked to a cable running beneath his collar. Behind him rise corroded pipes, gothic arches, and the silhouettes of servitors working in the smog. Incense smoke and the distant hymn of machinery fill the air. Warhammer 40k style, grimdark atmosphere, cinematic lighting, detailed realistic textures, oil painting aesthetic, industrial decay contrasting with symbols of faith. See more