Stats summarised
WS = 53 (43 base + 5 armour quirk + 5 exp purchase)
BS = 36 (41 base - 5 armour quirk when helmet worn)
St = 43 (38 base score + 5 exp purchase)
T = 40
Ag = 43
Int= 40
Per= 42 (Base 37 + 5 space wolf)
Wp = 43
Fel= 49 (base 44 + 5 space wolf)
Demeanour = Pious (The Emperor and Russ)
Past Event = Service of the Fleet
Chapter Demeanour = Sons of Russ (celebrate and prepare for battle with carousing and feats of strength)
Power armour history = Thy arm be the purge of the impure (+5 WS, but -5 to BS from helmet)
Initial 1000xp spent on
WS - 200
BS - 200
Two weapon Wielder Melee (Talent)- 500
Background
Spoiler:
Venulf had battled across the stars his entire life. He was chosen from the bitter icelands of Fenrisia in the usual way, having survived the brutal world of the local tribes and slaying his first enemies at the tender age of 8. When the wolf priests had come to his village, his pride in being selected was monumental, and his tribes own standing had swelled in the local area.
He didn't remember much of those early days now though. His years of induction, the pain of the gene seed taking hold and the burgeoning prowess of his combat skills took over his life. As a member of a wolf pack, he had hunted orcs through the Ventistian Sound, he had slain Tau and Eldar at the battle of Port Scion and had faced the hated Chaos Marines in numerous skirmishes across the depths of space.
His life as a Wolf Brother of the Space Wolves was everything he had wanted, and his devotion to the chapter and the god emperor were beyond doubt.
When the Inquisition had sent their requisition order, the chapter had no doubts in sending Venulf. He was what they all thought a Space Wolf should stand for. Uncompromising, powerful and deadly in close combat. Venulf himself had raged for days when he was first told the news, but after Brother Chaplain Sciux had spoken to him of the Honor and the Example he must show to the other chapters amongst this calling, he had calmed down. He would serve his chapter still in this endeavour, proving to all the strength of the Seed of Russ. None could look upon Venulf and say that the blood of Russ was weak.
