I grew up on Oremor Hive. In the Gang called Duct Wolves. Named after the fearsome canines that prowl the abandoned area's of the underhive. When we become full members the tattoo's of a Wolf howling in a tunnel duct is placed on the Soldier. On the arm for those who earned the right to join the gang. Through an initiation decided upon by a group of sub chiefs. You get the tattoo on the back if you were born into it. Those who were born into it at the age of 14 have to go into the abandoned area's and hunt down and kill a Duct Wolf. Bringing it back to the gang as proof. Which isn't easy since they hunt in packs. I am proud I earned my furs, and wear the gang mark on my back. My father was a Soldier before me. His name was Tyvenius. He died years ago. My mother as stories have it. Was a noble from the house spires. Family made rich through Rogue Trading. She learned something she wasn't suppose to. She can from her family and wound up hiding in the underbelly of the hive for safety. Thats were she met and fell in love with my father. She is still alive. She never told me why she ran. All I know its the reason for my fathers death. Killed by a psyker from her old house. I will have a score to settle some day. Her name is Arellia, and she is as beautiful and delicate as any crystal. She advises the Chief, and Sub Chiefs on matters dealing without outside of the under hive. Staying a widower even though she could have any man she wanted.
As for myself. I am a loyal soldier to the gang. Though I do have a nasty habit of gambling. Not that I am any good at it. But I love a good game of cards. One night I saw something in the Heretics Wake Deck we were using. A pattern... I don't understand but I know I need answers...
The Rest is up to the GM =)
