About Varius Kavro.
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1/2: Armageddon Autogun w/ Manstopper Rounds TAM: trivial (+30), common (-), scarce [rounds] (-), combined (-5): +25 Modified PF: 2/2: Photo-Visors
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Kavro carries himself with a cold, logical demeanor yet hides the twinkle of passion in his eyes. He has seem into the Abyss, seen his fellow Blessed of the Omnissiah betray their sacred oaths and swear loyalty to the Dark Powers, seen chaos-servitors literally cannibalize each other for components to expand themselves, and seeks the wealth of archeotech lost to the endless galaxy, seeking enough power to defeat all would bring harm to the Imperium. -------------------
In theory, a system is a set of plans brought to execution. In theory, planned correctly, a system should work flawlessly. But there are always flaws, outliers... anomolies. I am such an anomoly. In the aftermath of the near total distruction of the Skitarii legions of the Lathe Worlds, it became clear that the concept of the skitarii had been found lacking. The technomagi developed a new plan, a new system. The Venatorii were to be the new elite fighting force of the Adeptus Mechanicus. More military minded tech-priests were moved to the role of soldier. Yet they needed more. Many generations of skitarii had been vat-born clones, in many ways a mere step above a servitor. They were fast-grown to provide strong bodies with limited minds, that could handle the heavy implants and bionics easily. Yet now a balance was needed between the body, the machine, and the mind. Strong and durable, intelligent and adaptable, reactionary and loyal. This was they goal. And they were successful in creating this new system. Thus, the Venatorii grew. As I said, I am an anomoly. I was to be one, a ranking member of the Crimson Guard. Physically, I was a prime specimen. Early testing revealed strength, resilience, and combat ability. Yet my mind developed beyond the expected levels, and I quickly demonstrated technical skills akin to a tech-priest who has spent years in service to the Omnissiah. To strip my mind would be a waste of the Omnissiah's gifts. So, I was repurposed as an Explorator. Part soldier, part tech-priest, a union of weapon and tool, creator and destroyer. Deployed on an Explorator vessel with a host of others, the ship was ravaged by a warp storm. Slammed into a drifting hulk, our ship destroyed and the hulk lacking the ability to actively determine course, I watched my kin, the great tech-priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus descend into oblivion. Some made pledges to dark powers as they turned on each other. Others tore out their own augmetics, seeking freedom drom the abyss. Still others devoured their creations and colleagues alike, using the scavenged parts to enhance themselves in blasphemous ways. Those of us who did not fall, that few that we were, delved deep into the hulk. I found it there, a gift, a sign, that we would overcome. It was battered and broken. The Omnissiah was challenging my faith. But I knew that if I remained devoted, I could rebuild it, for He would guide me. Cobbling together parts from every source, many taken from the structure of the hulk itself, I formed the forgotten pattern melta weapon and prepared to destroy all those that had become an abomination. The hereteks burned. It took time, but an Imperial Cruiser passed near the hulk. We were able to contact it, and were freed from the prison of the drift. Taken to a nearby station, those few remaining tech-priests determined to return and resupply. I parted ways, taking on with a Rogue Trader and his company instead. Thus, it begins. character creation:
Homeworld Forge World (-5 WS, +5 Int, +3 choice; CM(tech, mac cult) unt-basic, tech knock, 2T+1d5+1, 1-5:2/6-9:3/10:4) Birthright Stubjack (+5 WS or BS, Quickdraw, Intimidate, -5 Fel, 1d5 Insanity) Lure of the Void Crusade-call to war (-150xp, +5 BS, peer (military), hatred (race), 1d10 insanity) Trials & Travails Calamity (light sleeper, hardy, -1 profit factor) Motivation Fortune (+1 fate point) Total Base Roll HomeW BirthR Lure Motivate
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