BS: 32
S: 31
T: 33
Ag: 32
Int: 29
Per: 26
WP: 30
Fel: 32
Wounds: 15
Fate Points: 2
Career Path: Guardsman
Rank: Conscript
Home World: Imperial World
Planet of Birth: Paradise Planet
Imperial Divination: "Be a boon to your brothers and a bane to your enemies."
Height: 180 cm
Weight: 100 kg
Age: 29
Skin: Dark
Hair: Dyed blond
Eyes: Blue
Quirk: Duelling scar
Traits: Blessed Ignorance, Hagiography, Liturgical Familiarity, Superior Origins
Skills: Speak Language (Low Gothic) (Int), Drive (Ground Vehicle) (Ag), Awareness (Per), Swim (S)
Talents: Melee Weapon Training (Primitive), Pistol Training (Las), Basic Weapons Training (Las), Basic Weapons Training (SP), Sound Constitution x2
Gear: Sword, las pistol with 1 charge pack, lasgun and 1 charge pack, shotgun and 12 shells, knife, guard flak armour, uniform (Common quality clothing), 1 week corpse starch rations, Imperial Infantryman's Uplifting Primer, 77 throne gelt.
Story: As a young nobleman on the paradise planet of Risius, Quintos never really fit in. His family were desperate for him to accept the precepts of noblesse oblige, to have dignity and respect, to walk slowly and smile often, to appreciate fine things, to patronise the arts and take a superficial interest in his people. Quintos did none of these things - instead, he ran the streets hell-for-leather, drinking, whoring, carousing, and always fighting. Quintos's life was one of binges on all kinds of substances, anonymous orgies, riots, gang battles, mayhem, and duelling in the streets - which led to the signature scars over his face. While certainly his best-remembered stunt was challenging a visiting Space Wolf librarian to a drinking contest (the librarian later shaking his head and saying that honestly, the boy had done surprisingly well), it was his sleeping with an Inquisitor's bodyguard who thus ended up missing the trip off-planet that brought him low. His family, desperate for options, disowned Quintos and sent him packing into the Planetary Defence Regiment that Risius contributed to the Imperial Guard.
This was by way of a revelation to Quintos, who felt he truly began to blossom with a lasgun as he never had with a bloodline. The discipline of the Guard sunk in as the discipline of his family never had, and he wasn't just allowed to blow things up, it was openly expected of him. The money his family had provided was very little missed, as one could still get all the booze one needed from trading with other Guards. Quintos thought he'd lucked into Heaven.
That was until an Inquisitorial appointment showed him that life could get all the better.
When the Planetary Defence Regiment went out in their swarms to repel an Eldar invasion (they claiming that Risius was one of their maiden worlds to be protected by the Eldar people, and the Imperium responding with the ancient law of finders-keepers), Quintos acquitted himself with honour, shooting down two Aspect Warriors and pulling a wounded comrade into cover while taking fire from their bizarre shuriken cannon. Perhaps it was destiny, far more likely it was luck, but the Ordo Xenos Inquisitor who'd been assigned to assist the resistance noticed. He came to find Quintos and his superior with an offer: to come serve the Emperor more directly, while having exactly the same expectations of shooting but with more freedom. It's very little surprise that the man said "yes".
Almost completely a 'rolled' character. Where did I do other than rolling? ...Well, the career path, for one thing. I got 'Scum', where (then) average Fellowship and poor Willpower would have let me down. So I picked 'Guardsman', to bring that lovely Ballistic Skill, Strength, and Toughness into play. I rerolled his age - the original had him in his 40s, which didn't fit the character concept I was developing.
(As a side-note, when I added the bonuses for his Superior Origins trait and his Divination, Quintos would have made a fine Scum. But likely a better Guardsman, so I regret nothing.)
I do find it fascinating that you can generate a character in Dark Heresy purely through rolling, with almost no pauses for breath. Even his name (his first name, anyway) came from a table. With the stats in order, the evolution of a hulking exiled nobleman with more explosions than sense came quickly into being, as if it had been there all along.
...Halfway through I realised that I could work in the Eldar, and that made me happy. It made sense that the Imperium would never manage to get a paradise planet of their own without it really belonging to the Eldar.
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