CIMBRIA

Female Void Born Trooper 

“There are no civilians in the battle for survival.” 

Drifting through the gulf of space, you were born and spent much of your life on a ragged mass of flotsam and jetsam—the barely spaceworthy remains of a space hulk. Isolated and adrift, your people were largely insane and many held heretical views, a fact that concerned you being wellversed in the Imperium and the responsibilities of its citizens. You took it upon yourself to root out heresy and corruption and to retain the right-thinking of good Imperium citizens. You were a bit too aggressive, which made you unpopular, but those who followed your example saw in you a pious commitment to the God-Emperor. 

     Having escaped nearly a dozen assassination attempts and personally killed almost as many mutants and suspected mutants, you came to see your home as being stifling, and that you could do greater deeds by serving the Imperium more directly. The chance you had waited for came when the Lord Inquisitor paid a visit to your hulk. He walked the corridors, inspecting the people, searching for any sign of heretical behaviour. You, of course, made yourself available to him, sticking close to his side to cater to his every whim. He found little evidence of anything amiss until he interviewed your parents. From his scrutiny, he deemed them cultists of Chaos and ordered their deaths. Your parents denied the claims, but the Inquisitor could do no wrong. You offered to execute the heretics yourself and the Inquisitor allowed it. When the deed was done, he plucked you from the space hulk and invited you to join his retinue. 

     Though the deaths of your parents, as well as your hand in the act, has been hard to endure, you have few regrets. Through your new master, you have the chance to do great things and purge the heretics from the great Imperium. Each day, you strive to prove your worth in the hopes that you will one day become an inquisitor yourself. 

     People find you disturbing. You are an albino, with wispy thin blonde hair that’s nearly white and blood-red eyes. Your milky skin, nearly translucent, clings to your skeletal frame. You wear long black robes trimmed in silver beneath a heavy black flak vest that’s seen its share of action.

Profile

WS	BS	S	T	Ag	Int	Per	WP	Fel
28	39	23	38	32	33	30	38	33

Movement: 3/6/9/18

Wounds: 11  

Fate Points: 3

Skills:  

Awareness (Per), 

Common Lore (Adeptes Arbites, Imperium) (Int), 

Inquiry (Fel), 

Literacy (Int), 

Scrutiny (Per), 

Speak Language (Low Gothic, Ship Dialect) (Int).

Talents:  

Basic Weapon Training (SP), 

MeleeWeapon Training (Primitive), 

Pistol Training (Las), 

Rapid Reload.

Armour (Flak): Flak Vest (Armour Points 3).

Weapons:　

Laspistol with 2 Charge Packs (Pistol [Las]; 30m; 

RoF S/—/—; Damage: 1d10+2; Clip 30; Reload: Full Action).　

Hunting Rifle with 3 Clips (Basic [SP]; 150m;　

RoF S/—/—; Damage: 1d10+3; Clip 5;　Reload: Full Action).　

Club (Melee [Primitive]; Damage: 1d10+2). 

Brass Knuckles (Melee [Primitive]; Damage: 1d5+1), 

Knife (Melee [Primitive]; Damage: 1d5+2).

Gear: Good Quality Uniform,