[Characters] Rogues Gallery

[Draig Enaid]

Due to the lack of sheets for Dark Heresy in the Character Manager, please post you character in this thread. Please use the following format, or as close as possible.

Character Name
Player
Homeworld/Background
Career/Rank

Attributes (Indicate modifiers from Traits, Divinations, and Advances)

Traits (please give summary of what the trait does, so I don't need to look it up everytime)

Skills

Talents

(please give costs for purchased Weapons, Armour, and EQ, but not Ammo)
Weapons

Armour

Equipment

Remaining Thrones
Unspent Experience/Total Accrued

Listing of what you spent your XP on.

Using Spoiler Tags, please provide Appearance, Background History, and if possible, a Roleplay sample for the character.

Please let me know if you have questions

[GeoAvanti]

Character Name: Kal Vyder
Player: GeoAvanti
Homeworld: Void-Born/Battle-Fleet Calixis

Divination: "Trust in your Fear" Agi +2, Fate +1

Career/Rank: Guardsman, Sergeant

Wounds: 12
Fate Points: 4

Attributes:
20+10+10= 40 WS
20+15+05= 40 BS
15+10+05= 30 S
20+10+00= 30 T
20+19+07= 46 Ag
20+07+00= 27 Int
20+19+05= 44 Per
25+15+00= 40 WP
20+12+00= 32 Fel

WS: Simple (+5), Intermediate (+5) Advance
BS: Simple (+5) Advance
S: Close-Quarters Fighter (T) (+5)
Ag: Simple (+5) Advance, Divination (+2)
Per: Simple (+5) Advance

Skills:
--Basic--
Awareness (Per)
Barter (Fel)
Common Lore (Tech) (Int)
Common Lore (Underworld) (Int)
Dodge (Ag)
Navigation (Stellar) (Int)
Pilot (Starship) (Ag)

--Advanced--
Drive (Ground Vehicle) (Ag)
Pilot (Military) (Ag) +10
Speak Language (Low Gothic, Battlefleet Cant) (Int)

Talents
Basic Weapon Training (Flame, Las, SP)
Pistol Weapon Trianing (Las, SP)
Melee Weapon Training (Chain, Primitive)
Naval Lineage Skills-- Speak Language (Battlefleet War Cant), Common Lore (Tech)
Shipwise-- Navigation (Stellar), Pilot (Spaceship)
Void Accustomed-- Zero/low-gravity not difficult terrain, no space travel sickness
Officer on Deck-- +10 command on ship, +5 Fel (Voidborn)
Close-Quarters Fighter-- +5 S, Basic Weapon (SP), +5 WS confined space/back to wall. -1 I outdoors, -10 BS Long Range or greater
Swift Attack-- Full Attack, extra weapon attack
Rapid Reload-- Halve Reload Time (Full->Half, Half->Free)

Weapons
Cypra Mundi "Ironclaw" Pattern Shotgun-- 6 Standard clips (80 Thrones)
Cypra Mundi "Irontalon" Pattern Pistol-- 2 Irontalon clips, 2 Manslayer clips, 4 Standard clips (150 Thrones)
Chainsword (275 Thrones)
Voss Pattern Hellgun-- 1 clip/pack (180 Thrones)
Exterminator (3)-- Ironclaw-mounted (105 Thrones)

Armour:
Mesh Combat Cloak-- All, AP4 (350 Thrones)
Naval Shield-- Cover, Defensive, AP8 (75 Thrones)

Equipment:
Recoil Gloves-- Fire one-handed without penalty (85 Thrones)
Red-dot Sight-- Ironclaw-mounted (50 thrones)
Microbead (20 Thrones)
Uniform
Civilian Clothing
Mercenary License
Shells (72)
Man-Stopper Bullets (30)
Hellgun Lasclips (2)
Irontalon Rounds (30)
Bullets (60)

Kit Weight: 32.5kg
Carry Limit: 36kg
Lift Limit: 72kg
Push Limit: 144kg

Remaining Thrones: 3
Total Experience: 2000
Experience Spent: 1950
Experience: 50

XP Purchases
Awareness 100
Dodge 100
Sound Constitution 100
Ballistic Skill (Simple) 100
Weapon Skill (Simple) 100
Agility (Simple) 250
Perception (Simple) 250
Weapon Skill (Int.) 250
Pilot (Military) 100
Pilot (Military) +10 100
Rapid Reload 100
Swift Attack 200
Basic Weapon (Flame) 100
Melee Weapon (Chain) 100

Background:

 

Background Kal has been surrounded by the essence of necessity, duty, and economy of action since he was a child, born to a crew-woman aboard the Troopship Virulent Flames. He never knew his father, but the rumors seem to indicate that his father was a guardsman of the Hylinon 86th, which was nearly wiped out when a liberation fleet en route to Gratre IV encountered a small remnant of a Tyranid splinter fleet. The action claimed 15 frigates, 4 destroyers, 3 troop transports, and the heavy cruiser Armageddon's Prelude. Nine entire Guard regiments were lost, but the splinter fleet was eventually eradicated with assistance from the Doom Eagles Astartes Chapter. Such encounters, although not common, but not rare enough to be more than a historical footnote, surrounded Kal all of his life, sometimes as the latest news, and sometimes from him surviving the long drops through clouds of flak and las-fire. He has become quite jaded to the massive space engagements that would overwhelm even many experienced Guardsmen. Due to his parentage, Kal was practically indoctrinated into the Navy from the time he was born, and he was forced into early training programs as soon as he was physically capable to. Administratum aptitude tests indicated that Kal seemed to be most apt as a Gun Station Commander. Thankfully, his various test and ability scores directed him towards the beginning of flight school, despite the forecast presented by the all-knowing-and-never-wrong Imperial Administratum. Kal proved himself a competent pilot, one who could hold a cool head during exercises, but his actual flight skills weren't superior enough to make combat pilot in the Imperial Lightning or Thunderbolt Squadrons. Instead, he was expected to take the role of pilot of one of the many Marauder-Destroyers fielded by the Navy. Kal instead opted out of the position, swearing that he would never be able to fly well in one of those "flying-coffins". The next step down the ladder left him as a combat dropship pilot. He was not given the chance to deny this station, arguably one of the most dangerous roles a pilot can have. kal has noted with a great deal of irony, that he has survived well enough, whereas both the Lightning and Marauder Squadrons were almost annihilated following a large-scale fleet action against a Tau War Fleet that had found itself in the wrong place at the very wrong time. Kal became a quick and early friend to one of the few ratlings on board the Virulent Flames, Lyle Kadiver, the head of kitchen detail. Lyle was the first to propose to Kal the potential gains of the trafficking of minor contraband, a prospect that had Kal interested from the very beginning. Eventually, he convinced his co-pilot of the benefits, and before long Kal was one of Lyle's best suppliers and partners; Lyle ran the front, gathering both the requests from clients and handling deliveries, and Kal was generally responsible for obtaining the contraband from various sources, some his own and some not. Eventually, his proximity to the Guard regiments, and the combat they saw, provided Kal the opportunity to obtain spoils of battle, chiefly weapons and other tech, both Imperial and Xenos. Although this inclusion turned Lyle's operation into an exceptionally illegal venture, the ratling was quite delighted at the sudden surge of benefits discovered by this new avenue of work, and the impressive pay-offs it presented to him. Kal was often the one trusted with the dangerous and risky responsibility of obtaining the tech and weapons, and he paid lucratively, sometimes out of his own pocket, in order to make sure that certain spoils or Manufactorum crates went "missing" between their origin and the Virulent Flame. Kal benefited from these deals thrice-over, and he quickly started to become the front for the entire ship-wide operation. Adding further, it did not take long for Kal to begin to find 'associates' from other ships in the Fleet who were interested in making some profit by association with him, a fact which Lyle clearly resented. So, the ratling ratted him out. Kal had been fortunate in his dealings to make friends in the right places, and he caught wind of something going on from one of his guard friends. He had barely enough time to make sure he wasn't caught red-handed with his contraband before he was detained. His co-pilot wasn't as lucky. His co-pilot was seized by the commissariat and Naval authorities, and Kal was taken as well, primarily because he had been specifically named by Lyle. In a remarkable display of comradeship and loyalty, Kal's co-pilot, Daniel Mkturn, sold the commissariat on the idea that he was the sole force in the weapons trafficking, and that Kal had been an unwitting accomplice. Daniel was executed without ceremony mere hours later. Thanks to Mkturn's words, and a general lack of hard evidence, Kal was spared from a firing detail. However, his participation, knowing or not, was a sin in the name of the Emperor, and Kal was sentenced to serve in the 59th Penal Legion, which was currently in the battle group, bolstering its numbers before its next suicide mission. Locked away in the bowels of the Virulent Flames, Kal mused to himself that it might have been better had he been executed like Mkturn. At least that would be quick and relatively painless. No, instead, he would be facing a suicide assault against... something big, scary, and mean that would most likely have countless ways to kill him in the most horrible and painful of ways. Or eat his soul. Whatever he was to do, it would probably be a messy and painful death. Just what he had always wanted... The Emperor Protects? Kal sighed heavily. He sure hoped so. Much to his chagrin, the Emperor indeed had, though not in a form Kal would have ever expected. He had been spared from his stint, and horrible, gruesome fate in the Penal Legions by quite the unexpected source: the Inquisition. A particular Inquisitor needed a pilot, he had been told by a rather stuffy, fat little paper-pushing ecclesiarch. And who better than a condemned combat pilot? The Empeor's grace was with him, the fat little pudge had said. Kal found that hard to believe. He had gone from a painful and inevitable death to a terrifying, painful, damning, and probably soul-devouring end. The Emperor protects, Kal thought as he sat in the seat of the small Inquisitorial shuttle. Gak the fething Emperor.

"Ah, sir! What brings you-- missing crates? No, sir, not at all. In fact, I can read quite well. The flight-manifest I received was exactly what I had in my hold when I took off. I noticed it wasn't the same as my original load-out, but the new manifest seemed to be all in order to me, and that stuffy Adept over there had approved it. The Lord General's vintage amasec went missing during planet-fall? Well, I guess someone's going to be hanged for that little blunder. Tanna tea, sir?"

*Note* I have a Writable PDF character sheet for anyone who wants it.

[lampofdoom]

Name: Shas'ui Sa'cea Kais Y Saumka
Path/Rank: Fire Warrior Shas'ui
Homeworld: Sa'cea
Divination: The Gun is Mightier Than the Sword
Current Wounds: 15 [15]
Insanity Points: 0
Corruption Points: 0
Fate Points: 3
Movement: 3/9/9/18(36)

Attributes
WS  25
BS  57
Str [3]  35
T   [4]  41
Ag  [3]  39
Int [3]  30
Per [3]  30
WP  [3]  33
Fel [2]  29

BS- Simple (+5), Intermediate (+5), Divination (+3)
Str- Simple (+5)
T- Simple (+5)

Skills
-Awareness {Per}
-Ciphers (Fire Caste) {Int}
-Common Lore (Imperium) {Int}
-Common Lore (War) {Int}
-Dodge {Ag}
-Speak Language (Low Gothic) {Int}
-Speak Language (Tau) {Int}
-Swim +10 {Str}

Talents/Traits
-Barely A Blip:: Gain Resistance (Psychic) [+10 vs. Psychic powers]
-Basic Weapons Training (Launcher)
-Enhanced Vision:: +5 on Search and Awareness checks
-Fire Caste:: BS (+5) Str (+5) T (+5)
-Fire in the Blood:: -10 Fel tests to anyone not following Greater Good
-Jaded:: No insanity points from mundane horror. Supernatural works just fine
-Marksman:: No penalties for Long or Extended Range
-Mighty Shot:: +2 damage with ranged weapons
-Out of Focus:: -2 to initiative in Close Combat or at Point Blank Range
-Rapid Reload:: 1/2 time to reload weapons
-Sound Constitution (x2):: +1 Wound
-Tau Heritage:: Start with Speak Language (Tau), treat Common Lore (Tech) and Tech Use as basic skills
-The Way of the Hunter:: Tracking and Survival are basic skills, gain Sprint [Add Ag bonus to Full move speed and may run at x2 movement for one round]
-Unshakable Faith:: Re-roll any failed WP tests against Fear

Equipment
Thrones:: 150

Weapons:: 
Combat Knife (5 Thrones)
Pulse Pistol with spare clip (75 Thrones)
Pulse Rifle with 2 spare clips (250 Thrones)
Grenade Launcher (500 Thrones)
6 Blind Grenades (25 Thrones ea.)
6 Frag Grenades (10 Thrones ea.)

Armour::
Tau Infantry Carapace (575 Thrones)
Tau Infantry Helmet (250 Thrones)

Other::
Combat Fatigues 
1 week rations 
Datapad with copy of Greater Good philosophy
Backpack (10 Thrones)
Recoil Glove (85 Thrones)
Respirator (25 Thrones)
Microbead (20 Thrones)

XP
-BS Simple (100), Intermediate (250) 
-Str Simple (100)
-T Simple (100)
-Awareness (100)
-Common Lore (War) (100)
-Ciphers (Fire Caste) (100)
-Sound Constitutionx2 (200)
-Swim +10 (100)
-Marksman (200)
-Rapid Reload (100)
-Mighty Shot(100)
-Dodge (100)
-Unshakable Faith (100)
-Basic Weapon Training (Launcher) (100)

50 Unspent

Appearance Appearance: Kais is about 1.8 meters tall and weighs around 75 kg. He is blue, as are all Tau, and has dark red eyes. He keeps his head shaved completely bald. A ragged scare runs down the right side of his face and across his jaw, he can sometimes be seen running his fingers across it, more often when he sees Imperial Gaurdsmen. He is rarely seen without his battered, light blue carapace armor but when he does take it off he never removes his shirt; the very top of an aquilla can be seen across his collar bone, cut with a jagged piece of metal by sadistic Guardsmen after his capture. He keeps his Pulse weapons in top working order and has taken to carrying a beat-up Imperial pattern grenade launcher around, a souvenir from his campaigning days...

Background Background: Kais was born on the Sept of Sa'cea and grew up in the Fire Caste. His unit was selected for a special mission during the Third Phase of Expansion under commander Brightsword. His unit was deployed to the world of Nimbosa were, in what would later be know as the Nimbosa Crusade, his entire unit, and the entire garrison of Tau, were slaughtered. Kais' unit escaped the massacre by boarding a Tau transport during the chaos.Adrift in space aboard a badly damaged and barely livable spacecraft Kais' unit managed to navigate the wreck to the nearby Tau world of Moracre, which was later recaptured by the Imperium and his unit decimated. Lucky for Kais he was given an option by an Inquisitorial Lord by the name of Silas Lamentus; serve or die. Kais chose to serve, and has been serving for almost three years now.

[GrimDarkOtter]

Name: Kanzikrans
Career/Rank: Ork Boy
Homeworld: Ork!
Divination: "Get out me 'ead!" (+3 Willpower)
Party Role: Bein' da biggest an' da strongest
Current Wounds: 16 out of 16
Insanity Points: 0
Corruption Points: 0
Fate Points: 3
Movement: 3/9/9/18 (36)

WS 41=36+5 advance
BS 34
S 45=40+5 advance
T 45=40+5 advance
Ag 32
Int 28
Per 30
WP 32=29+3 divination
Fel 28

 

Intimidate STR
Speak Language (Ork) INT
Survival INT
Tech-Use INT
Speak Language (Low Gothic) INT
Drive (Ground) +10 AGI
Climb STR
Dodge AGI
Pilot (space craft) AGI
Navigation (stellar) INT

 

Crushing Blow: +2 to Melee Damage
Iron Jaw: Can make a Toughness test to shrug off Stunned status
Hardy: For purposes of removing damage, Kanzikrans is always considered to be lightly wounded.
True Grit: Whenever Kanzikrans suffers critical damage, the result is halved.
Unnatural Toughness: Kanzikrans' Toughness Bonus is 2x what the score dictates. (thus, 8)
Moi Roight Foot: Kanzikrans can modify any armor to fit him.
Melee Weapon (primitive)
Thrown Weapon (primitive)
Ork Attitude: Orks get a -20 to Fellowship tests with non-orks
Turncoat: Blood Axes get only +10 to Fellowship when dealing with non-orks, but they also get a -10 with orks.
Tause is Cool: Freebootas get +10 to Fellowship with orks and +10 with other races (for a total of +0/+0)
Basic Weapon (Laser)
Ambidextrous: May use either hand equally for attacks
Rapid Reload: All reload times are reduced by half
Basic Weapons (SP)
Pistol Weapons (SP)
Quick Draw: Can Ready as a free action
Basic Weapon (Launcher)
Swift Attack: May make a full attack in melee with a second attack
Heavy Weapon (SP)
Sound Constitution (+1 wound)
Mek It Work: A Tech-Use check (at -10) can modify void ship controls for use by other orks

 

Moi flashy Eeda
Autogun with fire selector, melee attachment and auxillary grenade launcher, kustom (lvl 1, 10)
Basic, range 90m, RoF S/3/10, 1d10+3 I damage, 3 penetration, 30 clip (x3), Rld Full (half w/ talent), 3.5kg
360 rounds ammunition

Moi Shiny Choppa
Mono-edged sword, kustom (lvl 1, 7), Good Craftsmanship (+5)
Melee, Balanced, 1d10+1+6 R damage, 1 penetration, 3kg

Boomie 'Tingz
7 Frag Grenades: 12m range, 2d10X damage, 0 penetration, Blast (4)
5 Firebombs: 12m range, 1d10+3E damage, 6 penetration, Blast (3), Agility test vs catch on fire

 

Guard Flak Armor (4ap all)
Weapons Maintenance Kit
Backpack
Power Glove
13 Thrones remaining

Appearance: Kanzikrans is an ork, something that is quite a bit obvious. With this comes the usual orky traits. Green skin, pointy tusks, and numerous trophies. Unlike other, less civilized, orks, Kanzikrans' trophies are not heads and bones and scalps, but rather coins, shells and holy documents. His clothing is a dark-hued red trenchcoat over brilliant yellow dungarees and dark green flak plates. Strewn around his person are a huge assortment of guns and blades, each looking scrawny next to his massive ork physique. His pride is a light machine gun with "Eeda" etched on the side, a bulky weapon with numerous ammunition clips and even an underslung grenade launcher. At his side hangs a long, curved blade like a naval boarding cutlass, but much larger.
Background: Kanzikrans is a Freeboota, an ork who loves nothing more than to be his own...ork. He was spawned during the Blood Axe invasion of Galloway III, and was part of a lucky mob of boyz that got hold of a small cargo freighter at Galloway's space port. Eluding the Imperial Navy, they dove into St. Ephesian's Nebula, and spent a happy several months raiding shipping and taking bigger and better ships. But soon ships started to avoid the area, and Kanzikrans Boyz were forced to attack Imperial military facilities. This didn't go well, and over Churchill's World their ship was shot down and forced to crash. Only Kanzikrans survived, being the biggest and the toughest of the lot. Bashing his way into a nearby hive, Kanzikrans made a name for himself as an enforcer-for-hire in the dank underworld beneath the metal colossus. Until one day a fancily-dressed Inquisitor walked in the door and told Kanzikrans how he could make more money than he'd ever dreamed....

 

100 Drive Ground
200 Ambidextrous
100 Climb
100 Rapid Reload
100 Basic Weapons (SP)
100 Pistol Weapons (SP)
100 Quick Draw
100 Drive (Ground) +10
100 Weapon Skill +5
100 Basic Weapon (Launcher)
100 Kustom Basic (level 1)
100 Kustom Melee (level 1)
100 Intimidate +10
200 Swift Attack
100 Heavy Weapons (SP)
100 Toughness +5
100 Strength +5
100 Sound Constitution 1

[Jocularity]

Name: Bios Addams
Career: Adept
Origin: Forge - Orbital
Divination: Be a Boon to your Brothers and a Bane to your enemies. +3 Fellowship
Role: Face man/Pilot/Medical
Wounds: 13 of 13
Fate: 3 of 3
Insanity: 0
Corruption: 0
Movement: 4/8/12/24
Money: 48
Exp spent: 2000 of 2000

 

Appearance: There's nothing overly defining to describe this humble little scribe. He has brown eyes, somewhat ruddy skin, and what hair remains on his balding head is black, but he is for the most part quite unremarkable.

Background: The Ymir Astroforge sits like the spectacular buckle of the system’s asteroid belt. It is a remarkable place, clessed with the miracles of contragravity and brimming with the works and constructions of cult Mechanicus. Its purpose is the mining of promethium and minerals from the surrounding belt, and turning them into the wonders of the Omnissiah such as weaponry, cybernetics, equipment, and other brilliant machines.

Bios (An archaic but very respectable name among the servants of the Omnissiah) was the assistant to a Magos Biologis named Xaphan. Xaphan was responsible for the maintenance and augmentation of Ymir’s workforce of organic machinery (AKA, people). While Xaphan did all the important research and medicae, Bios did all the little tasks and errands for the Tech Priest such as recording and databasing patients and supplies, chauffeuring, housekeeping and secretarial duties. The benefits of the job weren’t much, but it was by far one of the best available jobs for someone who wasn’t an iniated member of the Mechanicus cult.

But intentionally or not, Bios learned things when dealing with patients and databasing their details. Sometimes they were dangerous and forbidden things, such as the identities of cultists or heretics. It was only a matter of time before the Inquisition realized this, and with inquisitors you can’t play the “Doctor-Patient Confidentiality” Card to get out of this. Fortunately, the discovery was not a death sentence for him, as his knowledge of things forbidden could prove to be useful…[/FIELDSET]

Roleplay sample:
"Ahh, yes. I'd say a Westingkrup, model 20. certainly a fine weapon, the reliable little things. Probably key to their popularity, i would say." Bios blathered on with the man at the desk, as he typed at his Desktop Logicator. "I considered it when i picked myself a weapon of choice, but i much prefer a model of precision, elegance, you know? Thats why i have my Winnifried, yes. Fine rifle she is, i daresay i could pick off a Grox from half a mile away! Lazer sights, a silencer to not bother the neighbors, a three clip-"

"That sounds all well and good, sir." Grunted the man at the desk. "But i think this gunshot wound-"

"Westingkrup."

"Westingkrup wound may have damaged an artery... Can i see the Chirurgeon yet?"

Bios raised his brow "What? No, of course not. He's still in with a patient. You'll have to take a number. Here you are, sixteen. Should only take a few hours."

The Man's face dropped. Behind him, another adept toddled past, pushing a covered trolley towards the Morgue.

 

WS: 15 Base. No Ranks
BS: 35 20 Base, 15 ranks
Strength: 30. 20 base, 10 ranks
Tough: 30. 20 base, 10 ranks
Agility: 43. 20 Base, 18 ranks, simple advance
Intelligence: 50. 25 base, 17 ranks, 3 from "Fit for Purpose", simple advance
Perception: 35. 20 Base, 15 Ranks.
Willpower: 35. 20 Base, 15 Ranks.
Fellowship: 40. 20 Base, 17 ranks, Divination 3

 

Traits: Fit for Purpose: +3 Intelligence

Stranger to the Cult: -5 to fellowship tests with ecclesiarchy, -10 to knowledge tests on imperial creed.

Credo Omnissiah: Gain Technical Knock Talent.

Skills:
Awareness
Blather
Common Lore (Tech, Imperium)
Drive: Ground Vehicle
Forbidden Lore: Cults, Heresy
Inquiry
Literacy
Logic
Medicae
Navigation: Stellar (Background)
Pilot: Civilian Craft, +10
Pilot: Spacecraft (Background)
Speak Language: Low Gothic
Tech use
Trade: Copyist, Valet

*Common Lore: Tech, and Machine Cult Are Basic skills as per homeworld benefit

Talents
Solid Projectile Training: Pistol, Basic
Light Sleeper
Unremarkable
Sprint
Technical Knock

 

Armour: Xeno Mesh (375) with a Mesh Cowl (100)

Weapons:
His prized sniper rifle, "Winnifried": Hunting Rifle with Silencer, Fire Selector, and Red-dot sight. (185)

Gear:
Adepts Robe (Starting)
Backpack (Starting)
Autoquill (Starting)
Chrono (Starting)
Data-slate (For taking notes) (Starting)
Gas Mask (25)
Medkit (150)
Microbead (20)
Grapnel (30)
Basic Salvation Auger (20)
Weapon Maintainence Kit (20)
Toolkit (15)


Drugs & Consumables:
6 doses of Stimm (From Medkit)

Ammo:
40 rounds for hunting rifle
30 Man-stopper rounds for hunting Rifle
30 Dum-dum rounds for hunting Rifle

Total ammo cost:52

Stub Revolver Buyback: 40

Total Cost: 992
Remaining Thrones:48

 

Advancements:
Ability Advances: Simple Int (100) Simple Agi (250)
Awareness, +10 (200)
Basic Weapons Training: SP
Blather (200)
Drive: Ground Vehicle, +10 (200)
Forbidden Lore: Cults, Heresy (200)
Logic (100)
Medicae (100)
Inquiry (100)
Pilot: Civilian Craft, +10 (200)
Sprint (100)
Tech-Use (150)
Trade: Valet (100)

[Draig Enaid]

Just realized I never posted Johann's sheet in here.

Name: Johann Richtman

Home World: Forge World
Career Path: Scum
Rank: Renegade
Age: 30
Build: -
Height: 1.75m - Weight: 80 kg
Skin Color: Dusky - Eye Color: Blue to Green - Hair Color: Black w/ Grey flecks

Quirk: Eyes change color with emotions

Divination: The wise man learns from the deaths of others (+3 Intelligence)

WS: 20+9 = 31
BS: 20+16 = 36
S: 20+7 = 27
T: 20+12-5 = 27
Ag: 20+16 = 36
Int: 20+17+3 = 42
Per: 20+13+5+3 = 41
WP: 20+11 = 34
Fel: 20+13 = 33

Wounds: 12
Fate Points: 3

Insanity Points: 0
Corruption Points: 0

Background Package:
Fit for Purpose - +3 Perception
Stranger to the Cult - -10 to Imperial Creed, -5 on Fel test w/ Eccles.
Credo Omnissiah - Technical Knock
Common Lore (Tech, Machine Cult) as basic skills

Skills:
Speak Language (Low Gothic) (Int)
Blather (Fel)
Dodge (Ag)
Decieve (Fel)
Awareness (Per)
Common Lore (Imperium, Underworld) (Int)
Barter(Fel)
Charm(Fel)
Navigation(Surface, Stellar)
Pilot(Spacecraft, Civilian Craft)
Secret Tongue (Gutter)
Security
Medicae
Inquiry
Evaluate
Search


Talents:
Unremarkable
MWT (Primitive)
Pistol Training (SP, Las)
BWT (SP)
Concealed Cavity
Talented(Concealment) - +10 to tests
Peer (Void Born, Underworld) - +30 to Fellowship with Void Born
Sound Constitution
Hard Target

Weapons:
Brass knuckles
Bolo Knife Melee 2d5R 2 - 2kg

Combat Shotgun Basic 30m S/3/- 1d10+4 I 0 18 Full Scatter 6.5kg
Carnadon Pistol 35m S/3/- 1d10+4 I 2 6 Full Accurate

Rounds: 24 Manstoppers for Carnadon, 2x 18rnd clips Scatter, 2x 18rnd clips Slug, 4 Frags, 2 HE, 2 AP for Combat Shotgun

Armor:
Flak Great Coat Arms, Legs, Body 4 AP

Gear:
Clothes (Hat, Boots, Shirt, Pants, Jodphurs)
2 packs Lho-sticks
Backpack, Compass, Toolkit, Weapons Maint. Kit., Photovisor, Rebreather
Charm (Lucky Lighter w/ Imperial Aquila)
Thrones: 10

(100) Clothes (Hat, Boots, Shirt, Pants, Jodphurs)
(162) 2 Clips Scatter (36), 2 Clips Slug (36), 2 MG AP, 2 MG HE, 4 MG Frag
(200) Carnadon 35m S/3/- 1d10+4 I 2 6 Full Accurate 2.5kg Scarce
(15) 24 Manstopper rounds
(20) 2 packs Lho-sticks
(65) Backpack, Compass, Toolkit, Weapons Maint. Kit.
(100) Photovisor
(50) Rebreather

Experience: 0/2000
100 – Cold Guild Courier (Concealed Cavity, Peer(Void Born), Talented(Concealment), +5 Per, -5 Tgh
100 – Barter
100 – Charm
100 – Navigation (Surface)
100 – Pilot(Spacecraft)
100 – Navigation (Stellar)
100 – Pistol Training (Las)
100 – Sound Constitution
100 – Common Lore (Underworld)
100 – Concealment
100 – Peer (Underworld)
100 – Secret Tongue (Gutter)
100 – Security
200 – Medicae
100 – Inquiry
100 – Pilot (Civilian Craft)
100 – Evaluate
100 – Search
100 – Hard Target