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About Octus Cammilus

Homeworld: Hive World
Divination: "Know the Mutant; Kill the mutant."
Gender: Male
Build: Wiry
Height: 1.75m
Weight: 60kg
Skin Colour: Ruddy
Hair Colour: Grey
Eye Colour: Green

Total XP: 400
Spent XP: 400
Unspent XP: 600

Characteristics:
WS...31 ⇒ (1) + (10) + 20 = 31
BS...37 ⇒ (8) + (4) + 20 = 32 + 5(simple advance)
S ...30 ⇒ (7) + (3) + 20 = 30
T ...25 ⇒ (6) + (4) + 15 = 25
Ag...39 ⇒ (1) + (10) + (8) + 20 = 39
Int..26 ⇒ (4) + (2) + 20 = 26
Per..29 ⇒ (6) + (1) + 20 + 2= 29
WP...40 ⇒ (10) + (10) + 20 = 40
Fel...32 ⇒ (6) + (1) + 25 = 32

Insanity: 5

Skills
Speak Language (Hive Dialect) (Low Gothic) (Cell Cyphers) (int), Blather (Fel), Charm (Fel), Deceive +10 (Fel), Awareness +10 (Per), Common Lore (Imperium, Underground0 (Int), Drive (Ground Vehicle), Dodge (agi), Medicae (int), Security, Acrobatics (agi), Disguise, Inquiry

Talents
Ambidextrous, Melee Weapon Training (Primitive), Pistol Training (SP), Basic Weapon Training (SP), Thrown Weapon Training (Primitive), Quick Draw

Traits
Accustomed to Crowds
Caves of Steel
Hivebound
Wary

Gear
Hell Pistol (19 Shots)
-In Hands
Combat Shotgun (18 Rounds)
-Shoulder strap
Autogun (3x mag)
-shoulder strap
Autopistol (3x mag, 4 loose)
-shoulder holster
Brass knuckles
Knife
Quilted vest
Microbeed
Street ware (Flashy green jacket, bright blue pants, orange sunglasses)
Wealth: 58 thrones (income class: Outcasts)

Walk(½):3
Walk: 6
Charge:9
Run: 12

Wounds: 9
Fate points: 1

Physical Description:
Octus is of an incredibly lanky build. Standing at 1.75 meters tall, but only weighing in at 60kg, he is severally underweight. His face is as his body, long and thin, with a deep scar horizontally adorning his nose. He sports some very crooked teeth and an impressive overbite, with grey, slicked back hair already beginning to show signs of recieding.

Biography:
Octus was born, raised, and has since lived in the lower hives. From the beginning he's been surrounded by the criminal elements, death and violence being near apart of him by the time he could walk. He spent a few years running with gangers, fighting in turf wars and doing his damned hardest to piss off the arbites as much as humanly possible. However he quickly realized that a life of constant gunfights and wandering in dangerous caves of steel would probably going to end up killing him young; a career switch was in order, and Octus found it in the world of prostitution.

After over a decade in the business, the hiver managed to scrape together his own little empire; Several joyhouses, men and women under his command, the ability to support his own cravings for drugs and pleasure, he had more than any ganger scum could hope to achieve. However he was about to have another career change of the involuntary sort, as rumors of oddities in one of his houses began creeping up his chain of command. Whispers of debauchery that would turn a man pale, tales of something of a sick nature occurring in closed off areas of the house. The rumors weren't much, but they were enough to warrant an inspection. After all, Octus was never a person that enjoyed being undercut. And so the pimp made a visit, and what he found inside changed his life. Something wasn't right, to say the very least. Even as his fingers wrapped around the handle of the door he felt as if something was drawing him in, a feint whisper in the back of his mind was goading him to enter, promising him pleasures beyond his wildest dreams. Upon entry, he found that the voice told the truth, he witnessed scene that should of made him sick, but somehow only tempted him to join. It was only a hint of a sense of paranoia that saved him from being trapped in there, and as he drew further away the more he knew that whatever was going behind those walls was evil beyond his comprehension. So he planned his return to the house, this time not fuelled by curiosity and suspicion, but zeal.

With men at his back, Octus returned a week later and within the hour all inside where nought but bullet ridden corpses. The building was swiftly abandoned and Octus returned to his life; a little haunted but with the knowledge that whatever he just did, it was right. However the slaughter hadn't gone unnoticed, and he soon found himself whisked away, kidnapped by forces more accustomed to fighting what he'd destroyed. His interrogation was long and painful, but it ended well enough for him. He was alive after all, even though he highly suspected his days were numbered. Life in the Inqusition was apparently a very lethal endeavor.