Homeworld: Void Born
Divination: "The pain of the bullet is ecstasy compared to damnation.” Increase Toughness by +1.
Ship Tradition: Space Hulk
Gender: Female
Build: Skeletal
Height: 1.70m
Weight: 50kg
Skin Colour: Milky
Hair Colour: Ginger
Eye Colour: Watery Blue
Total XP: 400
Spent XP: 400 100 Willpower(simple) 100 perception(simple) 100 Minor Psychic Power, 100 pistol Training(Las)
Unspent XP: 0
-Healer (7) removed 1d5 Damage, if more than once in 6 hrs, toughness test or take 1d5 damage
-Unnatural Aim (8) ranged attacks at +30
-Inflict Pain (8) Failed WP test, -10 on Tests, 100m range
Charmed - Fate Point Spend, roll 1d10, on 9 do not lose
Ill-Omened - -5 penalty on Fellowship tests with non void-born humans
ShipWise - Navigation (stellar) , Pilot(Spacecraft) are basic skills
Void Accustomed - immune to space travel sickness, zero/low gravity not Difficult Terrain
Sanctioned Psyker - Unlovely Memories - 1 Insanity point
Metal Staff Damage: 1d10 I Penatration: 0 Special:Balanced,Primitive Weight: 3 kg
Knife Damage: 1d5 R Penetration: 0 Special:Primitive Weight: 0.5 kg
Ranged
Las Pistol-Compact Damage: 1d10+2-1 E Range:30m ROF:S/-/-Penetration: 0 Clip:15 Reload:Full Special:Reliable Weight:.75kg
Knife Damage: 1d5 R Range:5m Penetration: 0 [b]Special:Primitive Weight: 0.5 kg
Armor:
Quilted Vest Covered: Body Armor Points:2 Weight :2 kg
Physical Description:
Thin to the point of emaciated, Cerelia's tattered robe hangs loosely upon her shoulders. The flame red sanction tattoo screams psyker from its location on her cheek,
but she makes not attempt to hide her badge of office. Thought not particularly strong, she walks proudly aware of the nervous glances coming from
friend and stranger alike. Walking with staff and other equipment she looks the part of an imperial psyker, blue eyes wide and wild, full of knowledge
of her blessed connection with the God-Emperor.
Biography:
Born and raised on the space hulk Ensured Destination, Cerelia grew up scampering about derelict spacecraft welded together into a horrilbe amalgam.
She came to be intimately familiar with the knowledge that only a thin barrier of metal or glass separated her from the void of space. But even more, she was
aware of the even thinner barrier between the reality of the ship and the space it travelled through , and the Ephemeris that lay beyond. Even as a toddler,
she could hear the passage of the Warp just beneath her consiousness. This naturally led to her having insight that others lackes, such as a knack for knowing
when the supply ships would be translating out of Warp. Voiders are a suspicious bunch, and Cerelia soon found herself restricted to her own part of the ship,
an old escape pod. There her "feelings" and senses were out of sight of a community that valued tradition and dependability to survive; a child that could touch
the Warp was almost a danger that could not be tolerated.
The communities' prayers were answered in Cerelia's seventh year.
As she lay in her pod, she 'felt' the appoach of not just a massive vessel through the warp ,but also "voices" upon the Warp, countless thousands of voices.
In an instanct, a massive Black Ship of the Inquisitions, the Surety of Purpose twisted its way out of the Ephemeris. Massive and threatening, it obsured
an entire arc of the star field. Communication was recieved, demanding port access for boarding. Such access was immediatedly granted. Imposing squads of
armored troops escorted a number of unarmored individuals , noteworthy only by the Emperor's Sanction branded upon their faces.
A hideous racket preceeded the squad that came for Cerelia, boots on inadequately bonded ship parts. The woman who entered Cerelia's pod paused, then extended her hand and
said "Come, you Emperor has need of you!" Cereial noticed that while she could see the woman, she could also "feel" her presence; so powerful, so assured.
Cerelia squeaked "Will I learn to be like you?". "If the Emperor wills it! Come girl!" As she was escorted off the space hulk to the waiting Black Ship,
she saw her family and community peeking around bulkheads at her passage. All with faces transfixed with fear and hate. A single tear was wiped away as Cerelia left the only
home she knew throught the makeshift airlock .
In the airlock, waiting for the air to circulate, Cerelia noticed that a number of other children had been taken, all younger than she.
Life on the Black Ship was frightening but safe, food and shelter were provided; as well as religious indocrtrination. Cerelia's upbringing had been quite lacking
in the necessary teachings of her Emperor's sacrifice.
It was a full two years before the Surety of Purpose finished its circuit of the Calaxis sector and was to make its jump back to Holy Terra. Little did Cerelia
know, much of the teaching she had undergone had been subtely probing and examining her connection to the Warp. Evaluations and analyses were performed upon her
and the many thousands of others within the bowels of the Black Ship. Fortunately for Cerelia, her strength of Will was found to be adequate for further training; she
was not to join the multitued destined to fuel the Astronomicon.
The woman who had removed her from the Ensured Destination came to Cerelia's creche-pod, "I am Imperial Psyker Larendis Fonn, you will accompany me. Leave your
belongings, you will be provided more. . Following ,the woman, Cerelia was led to the shuttle bay and disembarked the Black Ship with a dozen other youths.
Peering out the viewport, Cerelia could see a grey planet below, their destination. A noise from another child brought her gaze back to the Black Ship looming above them.
With a sparkle of purple light, it disappeared before their eyes, translated in to the Warp.
The unnamed planet became Cerelia's home for the next 9 years. The training regimen was brutal and unforgiving, many "students" killed or reduced to slobbering imbeciles.
Somehow, she found the strength to persevere and even excel under the tutelage of Larenis Fonn, a stern woman of exacting expectations, Hans Breber, the
weapon's master , Torras Smet ; the historian/ecumenical instructor.
Cerelia came to accept the hardships of her instruction as penance for her connection to the evil of the Warp. Taking on an ascetic's ideals, she indulged in nothing
beyond the necessary; scourging the body to purify the soul. Her instructors looked on approvingly, seeing the true devotion that Cerelia gave towards the Emperor and
her role in serving him.
Such was it one day, as she meditated in her room, having just finished a fast, Larendis Fonn entered accompanied by a most imposing figure. Bearing the insignia of the
Inquisition, Cerelia had a momentary anxiety that he had come for her, to punisher for some transgression. Favouring Cerelia with the first and only smile, Larendis spoke
"This is Gresst Troonik, of the Ordus Heretica, His Holy Inquistion. You belong to him now. Go and do honour for yourself and the Emperor. "
Leaving with Gresst, Cerelia once again left a "home" of sorts. Taking a shuttle into orbit, the two rendevoused with a light frigate, the Diamond Lance.
A quick translation and they were in orbit around Scintillus. It was then that Gresst spoke for the first time "You belong to the Inquisition. Here are your papers.
We will await here for details on your operative status."
And so it was, Cerelia waited to discover what the Inquisition has in store for her.
