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About Ivaanov DrivanovichTech Priest - Technographer Born on an Imperial World (roll 1d100=89) Rolls 2d10=14, 2d10=8, 2d10=8, 2d10=2, 2d10=9, 2d10=10, 2d10=7, 2d10=4, 2d10=6 Reroll for Toughness 2d10=11 Statistics
Note: Intelligence and perception bumped up thanks to GM fiat(cheers Rookseye) Combat info
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Purchased Wounds: 13 ( 1d5=5+8) Fate Points: 2 (roll 1d10=1) Move rates - Half (2), Full (4), Charge (6), Run (12) Starting Gold 157 Thrones (roll 1d10=7). Experience
Background Birth Planet - 1d100=47 Feudal World Divination - 1d100=2 "Only the insane have strength enough to prosper. Only those who prosper may judge what is sane". (Start with 2 insanity points. Yay me) Ivaanov was born on a feudal planet where he was apprenticed to a blacksmith. His early skills wrking with metals and an almost intuitive grasp for improving the dated technology of his world brought him to the attention of the Adeptus Mechanicus. Removed from his planet by creatures of almost mechanical origins, and shown a universefar greater than he could have imagined on his feudal home planet, Ivaanov's mind was shaken. The cult wasn't concerned by this series of events however, using the now malleable mind to indoctrinate the boy into the cult of the Omnilord, the great machine god himself. The operations and trainings of the cult opened new avenues of understanding into an already well developed mind, and Ivaanov soon became an able pupil. Now he has been sent by the cult to serve another, in a capacity he does not fully understand. All that matters to the new technographer at this stage is that the Machine God has so odered his service, and so he shall aquiesce to commands of this new master. Appearence Build = Svelt
Wearing the heavy red robes of the cult mechanicus, only the face and hands of Ivaanov are readily visible. His skin seems to be stained a blue colour, with seemingly runic tattoes covering his face. Closer inspection reveals these to be circuitry schema, etched into the dye for futre use whith biomechanical implants. A single data jack entry point gleams brass and silver at the side of the cranium, used to interface with many of the machine spirits the Technogopher has to deal with. The lower part of the strange visage is covered with a crude grill system, from which his vox enhanced voice echoes forth to those he communicates with. Beneath his robes, something bulky seems to be grafted to his body, though none are able to see it. The only hint at its nature is the slight hum that emanates from him when he engages many of his augmented systems at once. |
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