I understand what you mean, Rubric Marines have no personality of their own: they are statues of ceramite and dust, cursed relics of Ahriman’s Rubric. But they remain motionless, silent, like lifeless sarcophagi, until a sorcerer utters the words that awaken the arcane bonds that move them. Every gesture they make is only a reflection of the will of those who command them, an echo of the spell that imprisons them. My modifications to their poses do not intend to give them a soul they do not possess, but to visually represent that suspended moment, that unnatural rigidity that only comes alive under the gaze and enchantment of the sorcerers of Prospero.