About ScotusName: Scotus
Origin: Orphan of the Stars : You were discovered as an infant, in the cryo-creche of a life-support pod of archaic design, near the infamous Halo Stars.
Total XP: 2000
Characteristics: Wounds: 12
Rank:Outlaw (3) WS...27 ⇒ (5) + (2) + 20 = 27 Bonus = 2
Walk(½):3
Starting Wealth : 136
Skills Basic Awareness (Per) +10
Advanced
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Starting gear Autogun 1 clip
Sell autogun, autopistol , quilted vest = 100 + 75 +10 = 185 Gear 24 thrones Purchases:
Weapons
Knife Damage: 1d5 R Penatration: 0 Special:Primitive Weight: 0.5 kg Ranged Hecuter 9/5 Heavy Combat Autopistol Damage: 1d10+3 I Range:30m ROF:S/36 Penetration:2 Clip:15 Reload:Full Special:Reliable Weight:2kg Armor Light Flak Coat Covered: Body Armor Points:2 Weight :4 kg Physical Description:
Biography:
N'uncle always teased Scotus about being found in some alien -looking pod, the tech-priests all a flutter about the unknown-ness of the technology. That Scotus
Growing in N'uncle's shadow, Scotus quickly became innured to the casual violence that permeated live aboard a void-ship. This one, the Emperor's Will, was
Scotus always wondered why N'uncle brought him under his wing, placing him under the care of one of his 'wives', but always taking the time when Scotus was
When Scotus was in his 15th year, a series of warp mishaps struck the Emperor's Will, causing numerous deaths and loss of valuable cargo. Always an
N'uncle's influence ,while considerable, could not stem this tide. With reluctance, the decision was made to 'land' Scotus on Scintilla, as N'uncle said,
Alone in Gunmetal City, Scotus use the ruthelessness trained into him by N'uncle. Attacked almost at once, Scotus dispatched his attacker, taking his weapon
His risk bore fruit immediately, as Scotus proved to be a most able and efficient operative. While the Hive was different, people were the same everywhere,
After many a shakedown and strongarm , Scotus came to be a well respected fixer for Trask's organization. Always practical, Scotus was under no illusions
Already, Scotus had begun to hear whispers the one of the larger gangs was positioning itself to take out Trask and his orgnization. For some time,
On one such delivery, Scotus was high up in the City, standing in a shadowy alley, watching the wellclothed, well-fed highborn hurry past. His lip curled
Taking the package, Scotus inquired, Where to?". "Your employer, Mr Trask." the figure said softly, before pulling back into the shadows....gone. His face screwed up in annoyance, Scotus shrugged and made his way back down....down...down , into the depths of the Hive. Arriving at Trask's lair, he noted with professional curiosity that the usual sentries didn't challenge him...indeed they lay on the ground, heads
Entering, Scotus found more bodies, some decapitated , some merely sliced in half. Having to see for himself, Scotus made his way into Trask's inner sanctum, finding the man pinned to the wall, his flesh having been flayed from his body. "Special delivery...." Scotus said softly to his former employer. Then, curious as to what was in the package, Scotus opened it. For a long moment, he stared down at the object in his hand, not quite processing it's importance. Laying there in his palm, burnished metal gleaming, was a badge. A badge that signified the bearer as an Acolyte of the Inquisition. Blinking rapidly, Scotus turned the badge over and over, until he was satisfied as to it's authenticity. Then, with a shrug, he pinned it under the lapel of his cloak and walked out of Trask's headquarters, thinkgin "Well, one boss is as good as another..." XP expenditure:
100 Agility +5
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