About Cyberius Darwin39 Weapon skill (-5 Forge World +3 Unnatural Origins)
Size: Hulking Wounds 12 (+5 from Hulking)=17 Fate Points: 3 Insantiy Points: 21 Corruption Points: 0 Origin Path:
Birthright(300xp)Unnatural Origins-False Man Lure of Void: Tainted- (200xp): Choose Hulking Strength +10, +5 wounds Trials and Travails: Press-Ganged Motivation: Fear-Tormented by Unspeakable (200xp) Career: Explorator Starting Skills: Common Lore (Machine Cult, Tech) (Int), Forbidden Lore (Archeotech, Adeptus Mechanicus) (Int), Literacy (Int),
Starting Trait: Mechanicus Implants Starting Talents: Basic Weapon Training (Universal), Melee Weapon Training (Universal), Logis Implant, From Origin path: Technical Knack, Ambidextrous, Autosanguine, Chemgeld, light Sleeper, jaded, Resistance (FEAR), From Implants: Sprint Starting Gear: Good-Craftsmanship hellgun, Good Craftsmanship power axe, Enforcer light carapace, multikey, void suit, injector, sacred unguents, micro-bead, combi-tool, dataslate. The Explorator also begins play owning and controlling one servo-skull familiar:
Explorator beings with 2 common bionics/implants:
Background: It’s not as if its following me, but watching, knowing where I’m going before I do. Conceived during a long warp through unknown routes back from the Eastern Fringes, I was the project of two xeno-biologist, working with recently acquired Space Marine seeds. While sanctioned to research growing better Herakli, the Skitarii heavy fire support specialist with the size of space marines, I was somehow created. I was #4. We were grown in order, and I was the last, a “runt” by all normal standards. Considered a failure because of my puny size I was to be recycled. What they didn’t know was I was more accelerated in other ways, ways they weren't looking. My consciousness awakened early within the vats, learning and hearing, but unable to reach the proper size for their experiments. As I was about to be euthanized and autopsied with the other larger babies with little or no signs of intelligence, I spoke. I said the number 4, my name, word heard most often… I was too much of an anomaly to discard and my creation a mystery. What is in my genes? What happened to them? They tried to isolate differences, but it seemed my genes were without the mutation or was it that they couldn’t isolate the changes with their mundane knowledge? A few years past and I developed speech and intelligence at a startling rate, only to be the smallest thing anyone had ever seen. People couldn’t believe I could walk or talk, often speaking of things they assumed I couldn’t understand or wouldn’t remember. Near the end of our return the ship was ripped apart in a warp storm. I was able to escape with the help of an injured pilot, small enough to be carried, he whisked me away. He never survived long enough to see rescue. Lost in space and left for dead I barely survived long enough to be spotted by one of our fleet ships that eventually caught up. Perhaps it was my small size that allowed the rations to sustain me. I was rescued, but at such a small age and young appearance I was treated like a baby. Traumatized by the experience, horrified by the nightmares, I withdrew into myself. No name and no identity, I was simply horrified by things my young mind couldn’t understand. Turned over as a Menial at the next forge world it would be the last time I took to the warp for a long time. Eventually recruited to the ranks of Tech-Priest, but it wasn’t until after puberty when all of a sudden I grew like to be the size of a small tree. Too late to be considered or trained for the warriors cast I was assigned as a reclaimator. My knowledge grew, but so did my questions. I was always a bid odd and different from my peers. I became intersted in Medicine and Biology and taught myself the basics while I kept to myself, never sharing the full extent of what I understood or could do. Because of my large size I salvaged and saved special durable pieces that would later be my SubSkin armor, built and customized for myself. Installed by myself. The work was dangerous and I wanted to protect my flesh and I couldn't afford any help so I did it on my own, to great success. Not soon after I began salvaging and hiding a few things here and there for myself to play with and repair for a few thrones, I was blackmailed and forced to do side projects with my talents. While I did the occasional repair and odd job here and there, I never did what they could of accused me of. Eventually unable to deal with the pressure I began looking for a way to break free. I let myself be caught by a Magos whom I admired. He took notice and I fully explained and convinced him of my dilemma. While I was sure I'd be turned into a servitor by the Mechanicus or falsely branded a heretek, my future didn't look bright. Fortunately I was able to cooperate and logically explain to them what I did. Cleared of all charges after cooperating to bring down an illegal operation, I was finally free to come into myself and devoted myself to him and his research. Free from the threat of being labeled a Heretek, I was able to fully expand my mind and absorb knowledge on a great deal of subjects. My Master, a bit like me, he too was different, but he had respect and power, neither of which I had. After as short while learning under him, he was bestowed the title of Magos Errant and chose to leave the system to further conduct his research. While my master took little interest in my abnormally large size, he did suggest and implant a Bionic Heart to support my additonal mass, meaning I would tire less easily and could become even stronger. In search of forbidden Archeotech and Xeno lore I accompanied my master and his apprentices on a journey that I didn’t think we’d return from for a long time. He gifted me a Mind Impulse Unit, in recognition of my dedication to the machine spirits, but also in helping with his tasks. It's the last part of him that remains with me. We journeyed with a Rogue Trader dynasty's fleet. However, our trip didn’t last long, as other forces were at work. Not long into our voyage we encountered a world where a mutation was affecting the population. My master contracted the mutation, as did many of the crew. The Rogue Trader and his crew demoralized and affected by the setback and devestation to crew morale, he decided to abandon the project and choose a different kind of work. I remained with that dynasty and eventually became Omnissianic Congregator. On the return now to my homeworld, I'm looking for another oppurtunity that will put me back into the farthest reaches of the space. Only there can I find the knowledge to save myself and the human race. For some reason it calls to me and I know I can't resist. Whatever is different about me will be for me to discover. But before I can understand and unlock my potential I must acquire more knowledge.
Only a trusted officer and ally could know the truth about me and where I’ve been and where I’m from. My knowledge of the horrors beyond and my suspicions about their effects on my conception are enough to make me sleep with one eye open. Some personal feelings on the current state of mankind: How could it be that being born a noble make you more important or worthy in the eyes of the Emperor or others? In a culture built upon war and xenophobia it became apparent that technology is the key to all of it. The lock that sustains the status quo and the key to unlocking our future potential as a species. Power and fear can only be contained by the race with the greatest knowledge of the past and open eyes towards the future. Innovation will be our salvation, unbinding us from the Emperor’s soul. Sadly the current empire is only interested in maintaining itself. Most are just another cog in this wheel that I refuse to be a part of. Or perhaps I just haven't found my place in it.
While I may never be able to build a starship, I must be able to understand what makes a ship go and how far I can push her when the times needed. For now, I keep up my hobbies in private and perhaps one day might share my skills with officers I can trust. Officers who share my vision of mankind's future. While my studies of technology and it’s use are impressive, the time spent with the Magos Errant was invaluable. While most of my previous work consisted of just reclamating and mundane technomany, I was able to try my hand at more difficult tasks on board the ship and at port. He shared with me knowledge of forging, medicae, and worked with many weapon patterns and armor designs. Before I could reach my fullest potential his life was unfortunately cut short and so were my studies. Before that unfateful journey I wanted to learn, play, build, and create. My fellow crewmen and ignorant captains were too afraid of technology. Too afraid to try and unlock the potentials of our finds, so quick to rid themselves of what could be the key to saving humanity. How foolish I was…I know now what can happen when you let your desires dictate logic. While my loyalty is to humanity first and foremost, I see value in other species and their differences. I recognize that sometimes they have knowledge and means beyond our comprehension, and it’s the fault of the Emperor and the Priests of Mars. I have traded with and observed many races, but there is still so much more for me to see. I will do my part to ensure humanity can survive and that I’m prepared to assist when the time comes to make our stand. No one can know my true intentions. I haven’t found anyone I can trust. My dynasty must become unrivaled if I’m to have the influence necessary to get the ball rolling. I must discover a new way or a way long lost and forgotten. Either path, I’ve got my work cut out for me. While the Dark age of Technology is a frightening part of our history, I think it was the faults of real men, not the iron men. We created them to destroy and when they turned on us, what did we expect? In our foolishness we hastily blamed technology, but was it not technology and innovation that eventually set us free and defeat our greatest foes? Do we not seek to reclaim the past and all of it secrets? Why should the emperor and the Priests decide what is secret and who should have access to what knowledge? Why should we shun the tools of the past that created all that we seek? I can see a future for humanity that I could help forge. But I can’t do it alone. And I can’t do it from here. I need resources, money, and power. The kind of power only found in HALO Artifacts or other forbidden ArcheoTech. I knew there were instruments out there that could destroy and cripple civilizations. I would need a big stick if I wanted people to follow. But it couldn’t simply be a matter of force. It would have to be something people wanted. And they would need a good alternative and protection above all else. Protection from those that would not hesitate to destroy a rebellious planet or even an entire species. Xenocide and genocide were amongst the worst sins a man could have, and I hope to never have either of those on my hands. |
