Synthia
Wounds:12
Fate:3
Spent xp:5100
Current xp:-100

Characteristics:
Weapon skill 22
ballistic skill 22
strength 20
toughness 40
agility 40
intelligence 45
perception 45
wilpower 59
fellowship 35
Corruption 4
Insanity 5
Birth - Void Born:
Birthright - Scavenger:
Lure of the Void - Tainted: Mutant:
Trials and Travails - Darkness: Dark Secret:
Motivation - Devotion: Creed:
Career - Transubstantial Initiate:

Skills:
Speak Language (Ship Dialect) (Int)
Navigation (Steller) (Int) (Untrained)
Pilot (Spacecraft) (Ag) (Untrained)
Awareness (Per)
Common Lore (Adeptus Astra Telepathica) (Int)
Forbidden Lore (Psykers) (Int)
Invocation (WP)
Psyniscience (Per)
Scholastic Lore (Cryptology) (Int)
Speak Language (High Gothic) (Int)
Speak Language (Low Gothic) (Int)
Charm (Fel)
Common Lore (Imperial Creed) (Int)

Talents:
Resistance (Fear)
Resistance (Psychic Techniques)
Pistol Weapon Training (Universal)
Heightened Senses (Sound)
Psy Rating 3
Inspire Wrath

Psychic Techniques:
Telepathic Discipline
Astral Telepathy
Mind Probe
Terrify
Telekinetic Crush
Telekinetic Shield

Other Abilities:
Charmed
Ill-Omened
Void Accustomed
Soul-Bound to the Emperor
See Without Eyes

Mutations:
Wyrdling

Gear:
Best stub automatic
Best mono-sword
guard flak armour
charm
void suit
micro-bead
psy-focus
Best Mefonte's Orthodoxy

Synthia wounds, corruption, insanity (1d5=4, 1d5=4, 1d5=5)
Synthia fate (1d10=2)

Synthia was born in the lower decks of an entirely unremarkable merchant vessel that spent its time traveling between unremarkable worlds, delivering unremarkable goods. Her parents where of little account to the ship, simply two of the throng that perform the endless maintenances, repairs, and other small tasks that keep a ship of the Imperium moving through the void. As her parents were of little means, and she had little place in the ship, she relied on the meekest of supplies, a particularly fat rat often being the grandest meal she could expect. An interesting bit of discarded and mostly useless technology her greatest wealth. But still, she learned to make due. Despite the surroundings, or perhaps because of them, she grew to know the ship quite well. Spending endless hours, scouring the corridors for anything of value, interest, or sustenance.

It was on just one of these such excursions into the deepest bowls of the ship that the otherwise unremarkable trading vessel had something remarkable occur. For some reason that was never made known to her, the Navigator keeping the ship on course in the warp died, and by the time another could be brought up to correct the course, the ship had drifted from the well traveled route into a more turbulent area of the warp. Daemons slipped past the Gellar Field and onto the ship. Two in particular managed to appear surrounding Synthia. Of some intellect they decided that a lone individual would make for an excellent puppet, and so possessed young Synthia.

Synthia struggled to fight off the Daemon's will, and as she did so, she felt a third presence in the struggle as well. It seemed to distract the Daemon, and encouraged Synthia. She managed to throw off the Daemon which was cast back into the warp outside of her ship. But such close contact with a Daemon leave no one unaffected, and the encounter left scars on Synthia's mind. These scars however, unearthed something in Synthia, a hidden talent to manipulate the warp, or perhaps gained through some vestige of the Daemon's power. Regardless of the exact cause, Synthia was suddenly exposed to the warp in a way she had never before known.

While she had thrown off the first Daemon, the second was now wary of one who could resist one of its own, and decided that the best course was to simply tear the small creature limb from limb. As it advanced, Synthia's fear and desire for safety was given form, a shield appearing between her and the creature, turning aside its claws, even as she cowered before it. As the Daemon grew more annoyed with this little human, Synthia's desires changed from wishing to be away, to wishing the creature away, and again her will was made manifest. Invisible bands locked the Daemon's arms to its side and slowly began to crush the spawn of Chaos. Bones broke, the creature howled, and slowly the invisible bands grew smaller until finally the Daemon fell silent, looking as though a giant and crushed it in its fist.

Struck by what had happened, she returned as quickly as she could to what passed as her home in the ship, only to find large swaths of the crew had been cut down by more of the fowl creatures which still rampaged in the area. Though she tried to hide, a Daemon managed to find and corner her, and this time she seemed unable to form a shield, unable to harm the creature, unable to do anything but cower and wait for the beast to rend her flesh. Luck, or something else, however was on Synthia's side, for it was at that moment that the creature's head exploded, a well placed shot felling the beast. Her savior was man of some obvious nobility, of grand status and impressive stature. The sort of man who should have had someone else doing his fighting for him, but the sort of man who had the skill, ability, and desire to do so himself. In short, a Rogue Trader.

The man spared the rescued girl a reassuring smile, and then was off to perform more heroics, slay more Daemons. Synthia never learned who the man had been. His name, his ship, how he had even appeared on her own ship. With the help of the Rogue Trader and his warriors, the ship was quickly cleared of intruders, leaving the survivors to hobble back into the Materium and to the nearest planet to ensure the ship was fully purged, and to acquire a new crew. During that time Synthia learned of her parent's demise at the hands of the Daemons, and failed to learn anything of her personal savior. She also failed to learn anything more of how she had managed to fend off the two Daemons she had faced, though she told no one of the encounter, afraid of what it might mean.

While in port, the crew was examined for signs of mutation or any other ill effects of the encounter in the warp. When Synthia was examined, she was found to have the spark of a psyker. She was quickly detained and given over to the Adeptus Astra Telepathica. There she was deemed worth training, and so underwent long years of grueling training, followed by many months of preparation for the ritual of soul binding to the Emperor. She was still young at the time of the ritual. Younger than most, but certainly not the youngest to have undergone the process.

As was traditional, she approached the Golden Throne on Terra with ninety-nine other psykers, each as prepared as they could be for the presence of the God-Emperor, for the infinitesimal fraction of power He would grant them. One by one the hopeful psykers approached the throne, and one by one they perished, consumed by His awesome presence. Synthia was the last to approach, the last of the group to have a hope of surviving the experience. Fear ate at Synthia. Surly if no others had survived, some more gifted than she with their control of the warp, she too would be consumed. Perhaps better suited to fuel the Astronomican. But as she stood before the Golden Throne itself, she felt His power wash over her, felt it suffuse her very soul, and recognized it as the presence that had distracted the Daemon so long ago. She realized that the Rogue Trader that had saved her had not arrived by chance, but by design of the God-Emperor Himself. He had saved her twice, and had granted her this power, and caused her to be found, and brought here to Holy Terra, so that she may stand in His presence, and know His will, and be granted the ability to carry it out.

As the ritual ended, she realized that she was alive, the sole survivor of the ritual carried out by a hundred. For an entire group to die was not unheard of, or even entirely uncommon. But for only a single to survive was often viewed as an auspicious event, not that Synthia needed any further signs that the God-Emperor had, for whatever His reasons, deemed her worth to take some small interest or favor in her. She left Holy Terra entirely changed. Where before the God-Emperor had been a distant figure, perhaps even something as simple as a powerful man, a psyker of excessive power, He was now most certainly all that He was claimed to be, and He had chosen her from countless others to carry out His will.

And so it is for this reason that she journeys. Bringing His light to new people. Teaching others of His will. And where required, cleansing those who refuse to leave the darkness and embrace Him. And also, in some small part, hoping that she will one day find the man who saved her.

Skills: Awareness, Command, Charm, Commerce, Common Lore (Imperium), Evaluate, Intimidate, Literacy, Scholastic Lore (astromancy), Speak Language (High gothic, Low gothic, Hive Dialect), Trade (voidfarer)

Talents: Air of authority, Ambidextrous, , Blood tracker, light sleeper, Melee universal, nerves of steel, Pistol universal, Peer (Underworld), Quick Draw, Renowned warrant

Stats
Wounds = 12
Fate: 3
WS: 30 /3
BS: 45 /4
Strength: 32 /3
Toughness: 34 /3
Agility: 35 /3
Intelligence: 38 /3
Perception: 33 /3
Willpower: 36 /3
Fellowship: 53 /5
Armour: All 6

Beginning gear:
Albino Saberfanged Lion pelt, fine clothing, Microbead, Void Suit, Manacles, 4 Red dot sights

Weapons
Khayer-Addin ‘Havok’ Plasma Pistol w/red dot sight
Class: Pistol / Range: 30 / RoF S/2/0 / Damage:1d10+6 E / Pen:6 / Clip:10 /Rld:3 full / Special: Overheats / Weight: 4kg
To hit= +10 if single shot

Good quality Mordian Power Saber
Class: Melee / Range: - / Damage:1d10+5 E / Pen:5 / Special: Powerfield, balanced, +5 parry / Weight: 3kg
Parry = +15 To hit= +5

Truncheon “Ol’ Bessy”
Class: Melee / Range: - / Damage:1d10 I / Pen:0 / Special: Primitive/ Weight: 2kg

Armour
Best craftmanship Enforcer Carapace
Location: All / AP: 6/ Wieght: 7.5/

Conversion Field
Field strength: 50
Bonus: If damage blocked is 12 or higher, field acts as Photon Grenade to others

Other abilities:
Accustomed to crowds (crowds are not difficult terrain, no agility test needed to keep footing while runnong or charging)
Caves of Steel (Tech use an untrained basic skill)
Hive Bound (-10 survival, -5 on int tests when not in a hab like setting)
Wary (+1 to Initiative roll)
Exceptional Leader (Grant an ally +10% to any test as a free action once per round)
+5 willpower and Fellowship on home ship

Insanity: 7 + 8 (whirley death baton blades) = 15
Corruption:0
Fate Points 1/3

A young looking rogue, Lucius appearance is a mix between that of a naval officer and a hive ganger. His is always seen in a elaborate set of perfectly fitting carapace armour, with the Voorhes crest engraved upon the breastplate. Overtop of this is a long black military storm coat with only the badge of his dynasty to mark it, the inside of which is a red velvet , and draped on his back like a cape is the pelt of a saber-fanged hive lion. His hair is kept long with several long war braids, while upon his face he bears an elaborate hive gang tattoo, while on his neck is another of a serpent eating a world. He bears himself proudly and erect, meeting the gaze of anyone before him, no matter their station, and is famous for his quick smiles and quicker wit with both officers and the average crew, bantering with any and all he meets. Just as quick though is his temper, which while it burns cool, it burns for a long time over even small matters.

Born the 5th child to the 3rd grandchild of Cogliosto Vorhees, Allesaundaur, or Lucius as he preferred to go by, didn’t have much hope for advancement in the Vorhees Dynasty. Living most of his life in the spires of Scintilla and other Hive cities in the core of the calixian sector, Lucius grew bored, and as most noble scions he grew restless with the plethora of debauched parties, jazzing citizens, and idling his life by. By the age of 17 he finally managed to run away from his handlers, and make his way into scintilla’s main hive. His parents merely wrote this off as a rival taking him out for some vendetta or another, and having barely spent more than a few days with Lucius since his chances of rising to any sort of power or responsibility were slim, wrote him off.

Within a few days, the few survival skills he had been taught by the family’s housecarls and personal security had saved him. Seeing him as being an easy target, and spotted as a slumming noble within minutes, a group of juve gangers descended upon him. Barely surviving his first encounter with the seedy underside of the hives and imperial life, he learned that true life comes from things other than the newest high or sensation. By his first year in the underhive he had made a small name for himself, leading a group of followers he had forged into a gang of his own. Running them more like a military group and less like a gang allowed him to soon run his own neighborhood in the underhive. But as with all things, it couldn’t last, and soon the other gangs grouped up and smashed down his fledgeling empire for disrupting the status quo. Lucius survived though, and the rival gang bosses, none of which knew Lucius’s true identity, believed him dead. Using this to his advantage, he left the underhive, working for several years as a bounty hunter, bringing in bigger and bigger marks, all the while his reputation grew, and both his family and the gang lords he had angered were putting the dots together. One by one, many of the gang lords attempted to have him killed, and one by one, Lucius took their lives, until the survivors had finally gotten the message

By the time he was 30 he has living back in the tip of the spire, enjoying a life of modest luxury, but this time self earned luxury, rather than sponging off family fortune. Reflecting on his life, he soon came to realize that while he lived a more fulfilling life, a self made life, he still felt something missing. This he came to realize was a sense of belonging, of having loyal men and women following his orders out of respect, fear and admiration, something that he hadn’t felt since his days in the underhive years back. He took himself to where he knew his family kept their holdings, having watched them on and off for a few years, and after passing several gene-tests asked for an audience from the head of the family.

His father, having come to terms that the young, scruffy, unrefined man infront of him was truly his son, soon noticed the differences between Lucius and his estranged siblings. Where the siblings were prone to boughts of decadence and hedonism, whining or demanding more from the dynasty while having little to no respect from the servents, retainers and underlings, Lucius strove to improve what little he was given control of, earning the respect of the families peers, rivals and underlings within a matter of a few years. Soon Lucius was helping run most of the family operations with the exception of the ship already given to his oldest brother, and the one his father captained, while his siblings went from one high to the next, barely noticing that they were being pushed aside, and left behind.

By his 35th standard year, Lucius was awarded a posistion of 2nd mate on his fathers cruiser, to learn under him. He refused, and simply asked for a lower ranked officer’s posistion. His father was dismayed, but not wanting to lose the one usefull scion of his, allowed it, giving him a minor posting in the ship. Within 2 years, Lucius had risen through the ranks up to the 2nd officer posistion he had been offered originally, and earned the devotion and loyalty of nearly the whole of the ship’s crew through his actions and style of leadership. His father’s plans for him were cut short for him though, as the new head of the dynasty itself seemed to have other plans for him.

Home World: Hive World
Birth Right: StubJack
Lure of the Void: Bounty Hunter
Trials: Calamity
Motivation: Loyalty

Skills: Awareness, Command, Commerce, Charm, Common Lore, Evaluate, Literacy, Scholastic Lore (astromancy), Speak Language (High gothic, Low gothic, Hive Dialect), Intimidate, Trade (voidfarer)

Talents:Air of authority, Ambidextrous, Quick Draw, Blood tracker, light sleeper, nerves of steel, Pistol universal, Melee universal, Renowned warrant

Stats
Wounds = 12 1d10=9 /2 rounded up
Fate: 3 1d10=7
WS: 30 /3 (25+5)
BS: 45 /4 (25+15+5)
Strength: 32 /3 (25+7)
Toughness: 34 /3 (25+14-5)
Agility: 35 /3 (25+10)
Intelligence: 38 /3 (25+13)
Perception: 33 /3 (25+
Willpower: 36 /3 (25+8+3)
Fellowship: 53 /5 (25+20+3+5)
Armour: All 6

Beginning gear:
Albino Saberfanged Lion pelt, fine clothing, Microbead, Void Suit

Weapons
Plasma Pistol
Class: Pistol / Range: 30 / RoF S/2/0 / Damage:1d10+6 E / Pen:6 / Clip:10 /Rld:3 full / Special: Overheats / Weight: 4kg

Power sword
Class: Melee / Range: - / Damage:1d10+5 E / Pen:5 / Special: Powerfield, balanced, +5 parry / Weight: 3kg

Armour
Best craftmanship Enforcer Carapace
Location: All / AP: 6/ Wieght: 7.5/

Other abilities:
Accustomed to crowds (crowds are not difficult terrain, no agility test needed to keep footing while runnong or charging)
Caves of Steel (Tech use an untrained basic skill)
Hive Bound (-10 survival, -5 on int tests when not in a hab like setting)
Wary (+1 to Initiative roll)
Exceptional Leader (Grant an ally +10% to any test as a free action once per round)
+5 willpower and Fellowship on home ship

Insanity: 7 2d10=13 /2

Name: Augustian Vorhees
Career: Seneschal
WS: 25 BS:35 S: 31 T: 31 Agi: 32 Int: 43* Perc: 38 Will: 43 Fel:53*
*advanced
Wounds: 6+1d5 Corruption: 0 Insanity: 1d5 Fate Points: 3

Skills: Awareness, Barter, Command, Commerce, Common Lore(Underworld, Imperial Creed, Imperium, War), Decieve, Evaluate, Forbidden Lore(Archaeotech, Xenos), Inquiry, Literacy +20, Scholastic Lore(Tactica Imperialis), Speak Language(Low Gothic, High Gothic, Traders Cant), Tech Use

Talents: Rival(Rogue Trader House), Baic Weapon Training(universal), Pistol Weapon Training(universal), Peer(Imperial Guard)

Gear: Best Craftsmanship hellpistol, Best Craftsmanship Hellgun, xenomesh, autoquill, dtaslate, micro-bead, multikey, 2 sets of robes, synskin, chrono, cameleoine cloak, Herloom best quality carapace, Best Craftsmanship Long-Las, Common Clothing, Auspex

rolls: 1d5+6, 1d5, 1d100=[3, 6], [2], [70]

Homeworld: Imperial World
Birthright: Service to the Throne: Born to Lead
Lure of the Void: Duty Bound: Duty to Dynasty
Trials and Travails: Dark Voyage
Motivation: Pride

Augustian was born second son of Alejandro, and everyone agrees that he is very much his father's son. Unlike most of his generation of the dynasty growing up, he was dilligent in his studies and rarely visited the deep sections of the hive or indulged into the privileges of his rank.

When he reached around his 20th years of age, the Adminstratum put forth a call for the family to give one of its members over to the Guard to serve humanity. Given the piety of his father, and that he was one of the few appropriately aged scions who was unlikely to embarrass the Vorhees name, Augustian was inducted into the junior officer corps of the newly formed 7th Scintillan Dragoons. The 7th was soon sent into action purging an orc incursion on the planet Kyeinnisan, earning them a reputation for dealing with xenos.

After 20 years of service, Augustian had reached the rank of Captain, and was sent with his company to vanguard the regiment reinforcing the garrison on Concord. The planet had requested help against Eldar Corsair raids. Upon landing, the company was immediately beset by the raiders, and were quickly captured. The raider captian, who apparently enjoyed the sound of his own voice far too much, revealed that they had been hired by another dynasty to ensure that Augustian would be delivered to them. Fortunately for him, the remainder of the regiment made planetfall, assisted by elements of Rogue Trader Stewart's house guard which had conveniently also responded to the planet's distress call. Despite the odd timing, there was nothing beyond the testimony of a foul xeno to implicate house Stewart.

The incident lead Augustian to leave the Guard, having served with distinction. He returned to Scintilla after confering with his father as to the nature of the attack, and begain training to serve the dynasty as his father had, to prevent what happened to him from happening to anyone else sworn to the Vorhees name.

Name: Mordechai
Career: Navigator: Renegade house
WS: 36 BS: 30 S 36 T: 47 Agi: 35 Int: 43 Per: 40 Wil: 40 Fel 21
Wounds: 11 Corruption: 9 Insanity: 16 Fate: 1

Skills: Survival +10, awareness, slight of hand, forbidden lore (daemonology, navigators, warp), common lore (navis nobilite), literacy, navigation (stellar, warp), psyniscience, scholastic lore (astromancy), language (high/low gothic), secret tounge (Rouge Trader), contortionist

Talents: Navigator, Pistol (universal), melee (primitive), resistance (poisons, fear), dark soul, light sleeper, jaded, Peer (Astartes)

Gear: Good Craftmenship hand cannon, best metal staff, best xeno-mesh, emperor's terrot deck, silk headscarf, nobilite robes, charm, micro-bead

Navigator Powers: lidless stare, immolate the soul (adept), refresh and revitalize
Bonus powers (+10 to each): lidless stare, course untraveled, void watcher

Mutations: strangely jointed limbs, pale and hairless flesh

-10 to fel when dealing in formal situations, - 5 to fel when dealing with void born, +10 to pinning and shaken

Rolls:1d5+2 → [3,2] = (5)
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<a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2846173/">2d10=10</a>
<a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2846175/">2d5=6</a>
<a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2846193/">1d100=36, 1d100=1</a>

Homeworld: Deathworld
Birthright: Scapegrace
Lure of the void: renegade: dark visionary
Trials and Travails: Ship-Lorn
Motivation: Fear: tormented by unspeakable

Mordechai was born to an offshoot of powerful Navigator house, one that was banished due to meddling in the gene line to make more effective combatants against creatures of the warp. The geneline was dumped on a blasted deathworld, expected to die quickly. Like most such wishes, it was not fullfilled. The house took several hundred years to establish itself, but after that time the world and its harsh conditions and many poisonous creatures ensured that none but the best and strongest survived. The goal was accomplished, but many were not happy with the completeion of the project.
Mordechai was one of the surviviors of this world, showing he had superior genes, as well as a great will to survive. He spent most of his childhood stealing food, and surviving the harsh creatures. After his 10th year, he was accepted for training as was the tradition in his geneline. After graduation, he was sent out to navigate a ship, for even though the house is odd the Empire does not have so many navigators as to ignore fully developed navigators.
On one of these voyages, something went wrong. Mordechai saw a vision of deamons overrunning reality, with the minions of chaos ripping holes for the warp to advance out of. At the end of this visions, two deamons approached Mordechai. One said, "This is a prophecy of the future." The second said, "The warp cannot but lie." Mordechai then saw the vision fade to blackness.
He then came too, realizing that he was sitting on the command bridge of a cruiser, surrounded by the Space Marines he was tasked with transported. All had weapons trained on him. He had been in a trance, and had been screaming everything he saw. He was the only navigator, so he stayed up day and night getting the ship to its location. As soon as he arrived in real space, the was taken and placed in a lifeboat and shot away from all civilization. By chance, he landed on a small planetoid with food and water, and he settled down to die alone.
A offcourse ship appeared two years later, its navigator having died saving the ship. The ship was happy to come upon a navigator, and Mordechai guided them on to Point Wander. He left the ship there, and met Augustian Vorhees, who hired him as a navigator for House Vorhees. He accepted, but deep in his soul he still wonders if what he saw was true, or something planted to drive him insane.

Ysabell was born a Battlefleet brat, the child of two officers. After her mother's death in action, her father, wrought with grief, sought to save his daughter from a similar fate. Despite Ysabell's strident protests, he resigned his commission and took passage on a merchant vessel. This was to prove his undoing.

The merchant vessel was unremarkable, heading for an unremarkable planet where the grieving father intended to make a new home with his daughter. Ysabell, torn from everything she'd ever known and and outsider amongst the tight knit community of the ship was lost. She'd dreamed of being a pilot, one of the Flight-Marshalls that she'd all but hero-worshipped but now she was being dragged off to who knew what dreary fate. The one saving grace of the whole miserable voyage was a girl named Synthia, one of the Void-Born children, who despite the difference in ages became the only real friend Ysabell had on the ship.

Then the ship's Navigator died. That changed everything.

Ysabell has no clear recollections that of what happened that day. She's heard that the ship was attacked by daemons, That a Rogue Trader came to the vessel's aid and saved it. All she remember is that she was trapped. For months.

Whilst most of the suriviors were taken off when the ship finally made planetfall, Ysabell was not one of them. Trapped in the bowls of the ship, presumed lost, she survived on what little she could scavenge, refusing to give up. Her father might have been a coward but Ysabell was her mother's daughter and she would survive to honor her memory.

She was finally found by an Imperial repair crew who'd cut through the sealed bulkheads and other debris that had confined her. With them was a Navy security escort, one of whom had served under her mother and recognised the Iohane name. Seeing a chance to repay a life-debt she'd thought she never could, she took Ysabell as her own, restoring her to the arms of Battlefleet and the career she'd so desperately wanted.

The stories of her survival and the backing of her mother's former comrade got her off to a good start at the Acadamy. It was there, however, that she first realised that whatever had happened on the merchant ship had changed her for ever. She seemed to have developed an erratic but powerful ability to sense what an enemy flyer would do next, one that frequently put her at the top of class in training exercises. Unfortunately, that same success led to jealousy amongst her peers. Due to her own personal lack of status and the influence jealous noble scions could bring to bear against her, she frequently found herself passed over for assignments or pronotions as less competant but better connected officers were placed ahead of her.

She eventually found a home amongst the crews of the small craft assigned to protect Imperial ground troops. Not the career she'd envisioned by any means but someone had to do it and at least the Guard were appreciative of her talents. So appreciative in fact that when the Vorhees family needed a pilot for a new project, she was the one that they requested.

She was, to say the least, surprised when she heard the news that she' was being reassigned to a Rogue Trader's staff. Surprised and overjoyed. She knew how much it would sting those who'd tried to stall her career and equally that it would more than make up for lost time when she returned to regular battlefleet duty.

She accepted without hesitation.

Homeworld: Battlefleet
Birthright: Scavenger
Lure of the Void: Tainted (Wyrdling)
Trials and Travails: Dark Secret
Motivation: Duty

Name: Ysabell Iohane
Career: Void-Master
WS: 40 BS: 40 S: 25 T: 40 Agi: 50 Int: 35 Per: 30 Wil: 45 Fel: 35
Wounds: 11 Corruption: 1 Insanity: 1 Fate: 3

Skills:
Common Lore: Imperial Navy (Int)
Common Lore: War (Int)
Forbidden Lore: Xenos (Int)
Navigation: Stellar (Int)
Peer: Imperial Navy (Fel)
Pilot: Flyers (Ag)
Pilot: Space Craft (Ag)
Scholastic Lore: Astromancy (Int)
Speak Language: Battlefleet War Cant (Int)
Speak Language: Low Gothic (Int)

Talents: Pistol Weapon Training (Universal), Melee Weapon Training (Universal), Nerves of Steel, Resistance [Fear], Unshakeable Faith.

Special Abilities: Mastery of Small Craft, Officer on Deck, Ship-Bound Fighter, Void Accustomed.

Psychic Powers: Foreshadow, In Harm's Way.

Gear: Best-Craftsmanship mono-sword. ommon-Craftsmanship bolt pistol. Guard flak armour. Micro-bead, void suit, blessed ship token, re-breather, Imperial Navy uniform, 2 bottles of amasec, pict-recorder, vox-caster.

name: Cornelius von Kruegar
age: 58
sex: male

Career: Missionary

WS: (25+10) 35
BS: (25+10) 35
STR: (25+10) 35
TOU: (25+20-3) 42
Agi: (25+5) 30
Int: (25+10+3) 38
Per: (25+10+-53) 33
Wil: (25+15+5) 45
Fel: (25+10+3-3) 35

Wounds: 8+d5 = 8 + 4 = 12
Corruption: d10 = 7
Insanity: d5 = 5
Fate: 3 (rolled a 5)

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Skills:
Common Lore (Imperial Creed, Imperium, Imperial Navy) (Int)
Forbidden Lore (Heresy) (Int)
Forbidden Lore (Warp) (untrained) (Int)
Medicae (Int)
Scholastic Lore (Imperial Creed) (Int)
Speak Language (High Gothic, Low Gothic, Battlefleet War Cant) (Int)
Dodge (Ag)
Charm (Fel)
Pilot (spacecraft) (Ag)
Trade(Voidfarer) (Int)

Talents:
Dark Soul
Jaded
Basic Weapon Training
Melee Weapon Training
Pure Faith
Unshakeable Faith
Dark Soul
Resistance (Fear)

Gear:
Good Chainsword (Reliable, +5 to WS checks)
Best Lasgun (never jams/overheats)
Best quality Guard Flak armour (AP: 5, Loc: All, kg:6)

ecclesiachal robes, aquila pendant, sepulchre, censer and incense, and micro-bead

Other:
+5 to Command tests on spacecraft (Officer on Deck)

void accustomed (zero-G, low-G environments are not difficult terrain; immune to space travel sickness)

shipbound fighter (not used to fighting in open spaces or on dirtside; -2 to init on planet, double BS penalty when firing at long/extreme ranges, not

applied when in tunnel or confined spaces)

+3 WP and Fel tests when on the ship living upon (from duty loyalty)

Dark Soul : whenever making malignancy test, takes half the normal penalty, see page 96

Jaded : outrageous events from death's horrific visage to xenos abominations will not cause insanity points or fear tests, see page 100

Resistance (Fear) : +10 to fear checks, see page 105

Pure Faith: see page 104

Unshakeable Faith: may re-roll any failed WP tests to avoid the effects of Fear, see page 108.

Origin Path:
Battlefleet
Unnatural Origin (Tainted by Warp) -200xp
Duty Bound (Duty to Humanity) -1PF
Dark Voyage
Duty (Loyalty) -100xp

Cornelius von Kruegar was borned and raised upon an Imperial Light Cruiser (Unyielding Wrath), his father one of the many officers stationed upon the multitudes of warships in the sector. Cornelius grew up learning the ins and outs of Naval life, yearning to fly through the void like the many pilots he admired when playing near the lighter bays.

During one of the many warp travels, one of the worse fears of any traveller occurred. A fluctuation of the Geller field allowed for the brief moment, the horrors of the Warp to insinuate upon the ship. Cornelius' training cadre upon the ship was one of the unfortunates to be exposed to the Warp beings. As one of the few that survived the horrors, he's seen, felt the taint of the Warp presence, it is something he will never forget. Many other fears pale in comparison to what he experienced that fateful trip.

The experience changed him from a young, if even naive, cadet member in the Imperial navy into a haunted and dark individual. One of the ship board clergymen, Monsignor Vallaugh, acted swiftly to prevent . Cornelius shifted from his training of following into the Naval tradition to one of the ecclesiarch. His duty is to protect humanity from the horrors of the Warp, especially those foolish to delve into such heretical, impure teachings. His other motivation is to protect the ship he's assigned upon. To be vigilant against the dark and to help protect the crew, especially of anything that similar to his own experience. Though he dreads each time the ship enters the void and sighs with relief as it exits back into the materium, Cornelius knows his duty on the ship. After completing two tours on board a frigate (Terra's Fury) as a ship chaplain, a call through an old branch of his family came to come to aid with the Vorhees dynasty.