A most traditional clusterfuck. In space. Someone wanted to mention war, too.
(DH2) Serkus Antilius
A fresh recruit to the Ecclesiarchy.
Homeworld: Hive on Orvana of the Tiji Sector
Age: 20 Gender: Male Build: Lanky Skin: Fair Hair: Black Height: 5’0" Eyes: Blue Weight: 150 Quirk: Nervous Tic
WS: 27 (20+7)
BS: 40 (20+15+5)*
STR: 28 (20+8)
T: 27 (15+12)
AG: 31 (20+11)
INT: 32 (20+12)
PER: 30 (20+10)
WP: 40 (20+15+5)*
FEL: 51 (25+18+5+3)*
*Note, I bought 3 stat boosts with starting xp.
Speak High Gothic
Speak Hive Dialect
Common Lore (Ecclesiarchy)
Common Lore (Imperial Creed)
Melee Weapon Training (Primative)
Pistol Weapon Training (SP)
Accustomed to Crowds: No penalties from moving through crowds.
Hive Bound: -10 to survival checks and -5 to Int checks when not near civilization.
Wary: +1 Initiative.
Stub Revolver + 36 bullets
Aquila Necklace with Skull Charm
Ecclesiarchy Robes (Good Quality)
Divination: “Be a boon to your brothers and be a bane to your enemies” Raise Fel by 3 points.
3 Fate Points
333 Starting Cash
Purchased 3 skills and 1 Lore.
He had grown up in a Hive world and for 20 years he was content. Life had its pleasures and few of its horrors. Of course, once he became a man grown, his father gave him a choice: Join the Imperial Guardsmen or join the Ecclesiarchy. Unable to stay home, he chose the Ecclesiarchy in his best effort to sustain the life he had become accustomed to. That is, mostly to stay alive and well fed.
He stands nervously scanning the room about him as though something is about to jump out. He is clearly new to his position. His Ecclesiarchy robes are of good quality and some flak armor may be seen beneath them. He holds in his hand the end of a necklace almost without thought. It is a coin with a skull on one side that marks itself as a charm of the Emperor. A stub revolver is holstered to one side and several books to the other. He is diminutive, but seems friendly, albeit scared.