About Vector LinearWS: 34
Wounds: 8
Wealth: 1-T
Weapons:
Ranged
Hunting rifle
Enemy Has -20 On Awareness To Hear The Shot. Moreover Detection Can Only Be Attempted At Half The Normal Range +10 BS when making single shots. Can swap between 3 different types of Ammunition. Max clip is now 15. 1 grouping of 5 = Manstopper rounds Pen= 3 when used. Have 12 manstopper bullets in total. An old weapon, this hunting rifle is forged of steel and some plant matter, possibly even actual wood. Graven into the barrel and bolt action of the weapon are crudely made prayers to the emperor and blessings of wrath. The butt of the rifle bears small concise markings on the left side. Numerous enough to be mistaken for scratches rather than the tally it truly is. The silencer in contrast is a generic freshly created version of its kind. Space tradition: Darkholder The Bountiful beast
Traits: Ill omened, Shipwise, Ghillam blood, Cold souled and hungry, Void accustomed, Sanctioned Psyker Purchases: Found Innocent Background (100exp) Basic skills: Navigation(stellar) Pilot(spacecraft, Speak language(ship cant), forbidden lore (warp) Advanced skills: Speak Language (Low Gothic) (Int),
Talents: Melee weapon training (Primitive), Pistols(Las), Jaded, Paranoia, Basic(SP), Powers: Healer, Distort vision, Unnatural aim, Spasm, Endure flame EXP purchases:
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Background: Found innocent 100 +3all stats -1fate Statistics.
Awareness: trained 100
Gear: Sell/buy:
(sold:compact Laspistol+chargepack 110T,Axe20T,Staff10T,Quilted armor10T+51= 201) (flak cloak(80T),Fury A-Las(100T), 100bullets(5T), Cleaver(15T),= 200T) 1 throne remaining. 350 back wages.
6T remaining. Flak cloak, Fury autolas, Charge pack, Cleaver
Full text traits BG package and Talents:
Ill-Omened Whether because of their strange looks, clannish ways or unwholesome air, the void born are shunned and mistrusted by most. In addition the void born are most likely to attract any negative attention that the party of Acolytes creates— accusations of curdling milk, disgruntled merchants, children with handfuls of Grox dung and so on. Penalty: You take a –5 penalty on all Fellowship Tests
Shipwise
Ghillam Blood
Cold souled and hungry
Void Accustomed
Found innocent
Jaded
Chem Geld
Paranoia
Full text Psychic powers:
Healer Threshold: 7 Focus Time: Full Action Sustained: No Range: 10m You channel your power into a single target to knit flesh and mend bones. You may only use this power on a willing target, including yourself. The target of this power removes 1d5 points of Damage (removing Critical Damage first). Repeated uses of this power can be dangerous, however, not to mention painful, and the person’s flesh rebels against the intrusion of warp energy. If a person (including the Psyker) is the subject of this power more than once in a 6 hour period, they must Test Toughness or take 1d5 points of Damage (with no reduction for Toughness Bonus or Armour), rather than being healed. Distort Vision
Unn atural Aim
Spasm
Lucky
Ones to pick up soon. Endure flames, suggestion. Aura that makes fear tests easier. Fear aura.
Personality:
Vector is penitent who believes himself unworthy of his life. He is devoted to his god to a disturbing degree and is in all terms a zealot to the cause. He fully thinks himself as scum who could not understand his place, the emperor gave him these powers because he believed in some part of his mind that Vector was strong enough to bear the burden. Crying over it was simply defiling the emperors belief in him. He uses this reasoning to permit himself the vices he can't see. His lust for combat, his love of blood and the hypnotic sound of it falling. Data slate 23789-01 Holy ordos of Mars, Biologis Ardent Mendicant
Added Data:
--Added Data, Subject #34782 was retrieved by a long range surveillance vessel at the scintilla space port in the Calixis quadrant. He was discovered in a puddle of human body fluids, primarily blood of 46.327 liters in size. After precursory examination revealed no mutations, and that his body held precisely 7.8 liters of such fluids further investigations were launched and the human was taken into custody. Interrogator Alistair Sharben reported impressive resistance for an unmodified human with little to no training.
He has been shown to have significant data loss and is completely protected against Psychic intrusion of his mind. This in combination with the phenomena he gives off means I will be losing my test subject in 6 months due to Black ship Phaneros's flight path coinciding with my private craft. -- I remember being born to a family on the great larder ship The Bountiful Beast. I.. I do not recall my fathers name, my mother was Estrizel, Lanax, and Ephria my older brother and sister. there were more, many more but all I recall now are blank faces. I know now that such families are exceptional in Void born crews, to have so many other more fellows is a great blessing. On the Bountiful beast it was business as usual though. My name is strange for a Voider, it was a blessing from one of the tech priests that came to our ship. I don't truly recall him but I remember the curling steam he sent up with his movements. I think he said his name was.. 371 Dominus, a behemoth of blessed steel and dendrites he shook the ships support struts when he spoke.
Added Data:
--added data, the average family unit on The Bountiful Beast is between 10-14 units. Typically 1 parent set who primarily houses with only nuclear family. Occasionally poverty will drive such families to offer housing to others. The exceptional conditions and circumstances on the larder ship lead to excessive numbers of human stock on the ship even with the machine-spirits great needs. The holy Ordos Mechanicus sends emissaries to the ship to cull said excess in exchange for compensation and mundane blessings. Typically only exceptional specimens are taken for Ordos use. Imperial guard recruiting groups are also common on the great larder ship--
-- 371 Dominus is the last known indicator of Renegade Mechanis Secutor/REDACTED/ who was excommunicated from the church of mars for /REDACTED/ in 3128. I wasn't considered the best for my job, Magos Ardent Mendicant has made not to point out my lower than average int-Intelligence and theorizes it having lead to some of the memory loss I have. The great gore lake in the Bountiful beast requires significant care to avoid loss of material. The blood and rendered fats being used in many food stuffs throughout the holy empire make it a difficult but important job. My elder brother was my teacher and would often push me into the lake, father took his side when I complained. It was around the age of 14 that my spine began to bend more. Added data:
-- The "gore lake" of the bountiful beast is in fact a 1/2 kilometer wide rendering plant used in part for the creation of many varieties of food ration, and produce fertilizer that of inferior quality is redistributed as additional protein to the great herds of beasts that the inhabit the ship. Meat or protein supplements from the larder ship provide roughly one third of all food supplies for Calixis sector hives and guardsmen regiments.--
--Subject#34782 has a deformity of the spine that creates a contracting of lumbar disks causing the spines structure to curve.-- It was around that time that people started whispering about the "Slaughtermantle" again. An old ghost story on the beast about men in the deep storage viscera tanks drowning and coming back out cloaked in a cape of gore. The Slaughtermantle could take anyone, appearing in the darkest places and devouring you whole. I don't think it was the only instance but I remember my brother once dropping my flesh parting blades down a shaft once, telling me to be careful that the "Mantle" didn't catch me. I thought it was all a joke til my elder sister went missing. Added data:
--added data the urban myth "Slaughtermantle" draws from a common set of imperial myths and legends that appear in most regions with large uninhabited spaces. Several investigations have been lead by Imperial teams into The Bountiful beast in regards to missing livestock, some cases have lead to discovery of mutant or tainted crew or livestock that required purging. The tendency for such individuals to be found with cloaks made of viscera is a phenomena that is as so far undetermined in cause.-- We searched for a week straight, getting some of the neighbors to help us but there was nothing. She had just vanished from her bed, my father and brother forced most of the duties my mother had placed on her onto me. The following year there were more disappearances, but then The bountiful Beast is a dangerous place. One false move on a catwalk over the grand processors and you join the rest of the meat in there, nothing to be done. they say that's why you sometimes find little blue flecks in the army rations. Added data:
--added data, disappearances are commonplace on the Bountiful beast, the suggestion that inedible matter makes its way into imperial guardsman field rations is entirely false. All inedible matter is removed from the slurry at processing.-- Wasn't long before I started hearing things in the bowels of the ship, I'd gotten ferta-tank duty and was in the process of cleaning out one of the 100,000 gallon tanks when I heard something. Sounded like a howl or a growl or something. I came out of the tank and something- I don't recall what or who was savaging another crew member. Its another black mask. Added data:
Added data- it is my assertion that the "Black Masks" the subject speaks of are his human mind refusing to notice something, the effect is common in human trauma cases like rape or abuse along with certain kinds of profane influences.-- Anyway, call my brother down and we go hunting to follow this thing. It crawls down into a sub level of the beast. It wasn't too long before we got separated, one of the walk ways was soft from a pipe that transferred stomach bile dripping on it. I feel though and my brother said he'd catch up to me once he found a safe way down. I was thankful for my cleaver at the moment as it had caught a wall with its eye, saved me a painful landing. It wasn't much longer til I rounded a corner and there was my sister. Eyes whited out with blood dripping from her hands. she smelled like carrion and punctured intestines. I- I- for completeness I believe I voided myself on seeing her, she lunged at me and I bought my butcher knife up. My brother found me, I can't recall what he was saying. the entire scene is blurry, I remember deep laughter, noise and then pain. After that the next thing I recall is waking up in the interrogation room with the inquisitor. Added data:
Added data-- following this interview Subject#34782 was removed from my facility after all alterations had been removed. He was then taken aboard black ship Phaneros, my request for a follow up report on his status following his initiation follows-- Psykana report- personal account of Vector Linear:
Ah, yes greetings. I lowly Vector Linear of the Psykana send this message to Magos Biologis Ardent Mendicant on my trials.
As requested this recording is my personal thoughts and recollections. the black ships are all they are rumored, I was glad to have my fortitude as the weak willed were the greatest threat in the ship. We had three separate incursions from fools seeking to flee service to the emperor. The black ships guards killed them all but not before several other aspirants were slain. As was expected the trials were fierce, I must admit that in the beginning I cursed my fate. I was a coward who wished desperately that the emperor had not chosen to inflict the powers of Psykana on me. The trials were not the worst though, they keep untested psykers apart from all others than the same untested. I swiftly became a target for the others, where as when they were taken for trials they returned screaming in agony or not at all I proved my value. My mental disassociation permitting me a strength none of them had, but my nature meant that even in the halls of those like me I was anathema. The dreams were dark and the days darker, but I recall one day. One day I dreamed of the emperor, and through his radiance I realized, he was ignoring my cries. He was not deaf, but he ignored them because he knew that his powers were not needed on me. That I was in the right place. And I realized with that one fevered vision of the depths of my cowardice, and so in the deepest pits of my despair was my faith rekindled. I devoted myself fully to my training and took the beatings of my compatriots in stride for I knew that the emperor asks nothing of his followers what he would not do himself were it possible. I suffered, but I knew now that the sanctioning was not a tool of destruction it was a crucible and forge. The blows of my fellow unsanctioned, the trials inflicted by my superiors they were the flames of devotion melting weakness from my body the hammers of faith forming me into a mighty weapon for the empires armory. Where as once I was common iron, now I am a blade and I will do all I can to ensure that I gut my enemies on an edge honed with agony and tempered in fervor. |
