Alright, here's the full sheet. I'll post in the actual IC thread next.
Name: Novumus Vitam
WS: 35 (33+2)
BS: 37
S: 38
T: 32 (29+3)
AG: 41 (38+3)
INT:44 (31+5+3+5)
PER:33
WP:36 (Reroll from 29)
FEL:29 (32-3)
Insanity: 15
Wounds: 10/10
BS
Int
Knowledge
S
Tech
T
WS
WP
A
Mechanius Implants
Las Training
Cold Hearted
Blind Fighting
Mechandrite Use (Weapon, Utility)
Deadeye Shot
Street Fighting
Rapid Reaction
Pride Over Life
Trained:
Common Lore:
Adeptus Mechanus
Tech
Forbidden Lore:
Adeptus Mechanus
Linguistics:
Techna Lingua
Operate:
Aeronautica
Stealth
Tech-Use
+10:
Forbidden Lore:
Archeotech
[spoiler=Equipment]
Standard
• One uniform
• One set of poor weather gear
• One Las Carbine, six charge packs.
• One Sword
• One Las-Pistol, two charge packs.
• One set of Best Quality Imperial Flak Armor
• One rucksack or sling bag
• One set of basic tools
• One mess kit and one water canteen
• One blanket and one sleep bag
• One rechargeable lamp pack
• One grooming kit
• One set of cognomen tags or equivalent identification identification
• One primer or instructional handbook
• Combat sustenance rations, four weeks of corpse-starch rations.
• One suit of synskin
• One set of preysense goggles
• One respirator
• One good quaility grav-chute (+10 to avoiding detection via noise in drops.)
• Three Frag Grenades
• Three Smoke Grenades
• One Grapnel
• One Micro Bead
• One Chrono
Specialist Equipment
- Sacred Unguents
- Data Slate
- Combi-Tool
- (G) Mind Impulse Unit
- (G) Servo-Arm
- (G) Luminem Capacitor
- Utility Mechadendrite
Appearance:
Novumus, in many ways, resembles a stereotypical tech priest, with the servo arm mounted on his shoulder, the mechadendrite extending from his back, and the robe covering him. His hands are padded, tough, and there are a few marks on them, from old burns or repair mistakes. Due to 7 years of drowning out the sun indoors, his skin is pale, contrasting with his eyes, which are dark where machines have not replaced his natural flesh. Though being somewhat social, for a tech-priest, he's still incredibly anti-social when compared to the rest of the guard, so he typically keeps his head down. There are many tendrils from his body leading into his various augmentations. He is, of course, bald, due to the augmentations and mechanics that have to be attached to his head directly.
Novumus was born to a working couple in the poorer sections of the city, under a different name, though his father died when he was 6 years old. Their work meant that his free time was spent with his peers and assisting the Adeptus Mechanus. He seemed on a path to be another menial worker for the forge world, with only a few above average marks in mathematics. His classmates were similarly mediocre. At 12 years, of earth time, his classmates began to get involved in gang violence, though the Imperium thought it non-important. His mother was reassigned to a more dangerous job shortly before his 13th birthday, and one month after it, she was also killed. Though he was no genius, Novumus had heard stories of what happened to orphans on his planet, and so joined a gang, where he became a mechanic. He found solace in the logical, reliable world of machines, and quickly grew to be one of the groups most gifted mechanics. At 16, the planetary governor began to crack down upon gang violence, and started with the gang Novumus was in, due to the remarkable condition their weapons were in. He sent in a team consisting of PDF members and a Techpriest named Apostolus Calces. They found him, eventually, hiding in a locker. Calces had noticed his talent with machines, judging by the condition of the gangs weapons and the gear he had to repair with. Either join the Tech-Priests, and put his skills to both a use worthy of his gift and for a challenge, or be shot and forgotten. He joined the Tech-Priests, and took a new name, so that no connections could be made with the orphan mechanic.
Calces took him as his apprentice, teaching him both the rites and rituals of the tech-priests and his own personal opinion on matters. Over the 7 years of his apprenticehood, one of the lessons that Calces imparted onto him was that the tech-priests were too distant from the normal people. He believed that the common man had just as much merit as an Adeptes Mechanis, and that separating the two would eventually lead to the destruction of their order, which was one of the lessons he took to heart.
When the Rok came down, he had been a full fledged priest for only a few months, and was deciding on what he wanted to do with the chance he was granted, but the Rok, like Calces, made the decision for him when it crashed into the planet. When a regiment from his old home needed tech-priests to maintain their machinery, he volunteered for the task to try and take back his home, or at least to avenge its loss and secure for himself a life of doing what he wanted.
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