Characteristics (Rolled)
42 Strength
40 Agility
32 Intelligence
31 Fellowship
42 Weapon Skill
30 Willpower
44 Toughness
40 Ballistic Skill
33 Perception
Wounds: 15
4 Corruption
Origin Path
Death World
Scavenger
Mutant: Vile Deformity
The Hand of War: Chaos Worshipers
Pride: Rolled Best Quality Chain sword (Made me want to go Melee-focused)
Skills:
Common Lore (war) (Int), Dodge (Ag), Intimidate (S), Scholastic Lore (Tactica Imperialis) (Int), Secret Tongue (Military) (Int), Speak Language (Low Gothic) (Int), Survival (Basic),
Talents:
Basic Weapon Training (universal), Pistol Weapon Training (Universal), Melee Weapon Training (Universal), Thrown Weapon Training (Universal), Sound Constitution, Melee Weapon Training (Primitive), Resistance (Fear), Fear (1), Weapon master (Melee?), Ambidextrous, Quick Draw, Jaded, Heavy Weapon Training (Universal)
Special:
-10 penalty Interaction skill tests in formal situations
+10 bonus to pinning and shock
-10 to fellowship in dealings with Chaos Worshipers
+10 to hit Chaos Worshipers
Things not Terrors of the Warp will not cause Insanity points or Fear Tests
RANK 1
0 EXP:
Ambidextrous, Quick Draw, simple: ballistic skill
Equipment:
Artificer Armor (common) Entire-Body AP: 10 70kg +20 STR Hulking Size 24 hour use, inbuilt: auspex, photovisor, voidsuit, recoil gloves. Sturdy Trait.
Scourge Bolt Gun (Common) Range: 90m RoF: S/2/4 Dam: 1d10+5 X Pen: 4 Clip:24 Rld: Full Spc: Tearing; Reliable. 9.5 kg +10 BS to hit
Scourge Melee Dam: 1d10+4+SB +10 to attack Pen: 0 Spc: Unbalanced
2 bolt pistols (common) Range 30m RoF: S/2/- Dam:1d10+5 X Pen: 4 Clip:8 Rld: Full Spc: Tearing. 4 kg +10 BS to hit
Chain-Sword (Best) Dam: 1d10+5+SB R Pen:2 Spc: Tearing, Balanced kg: 6 +20 to Attack
Knife (Best)(Mono) Range: 5m Dam: 1d5+3+SB R Pen:2 kg: 1 +20 to attack
Voidsuit (common)
Enforcer Light Carapace (common) Entire-Body AP: 5 15kg
Armored Body Glove (Poor) Arms, Body, Legs AP: 3 5kg
Void Suit Selenite (Common) 3 AP: Body, arms, and legs 4 AP: Head Vox-link, seal patching kit, grapple w/ 10 meters of line & photo-visor -10 Agility tests 6 Movement
Volcano Autopistol (Common) Range 30m RoF: S/2/6 Dam:1d10+2 I Pen: 0 Clip:18 Rld: Full Spc: Reliable. 3.5 kg +10 BS to hit
Missile Launcher (Locke) Range: 250m, RoF: S/-/- Clip: 1 Rld: 1 12kg
Grox Whip (Good) Range: 3m Dam: 1d10+5+SB R Pen: 2 Spc: Flexible, Tearing, Mono +15 to attack 4kg
Microbead, bolt shell, medikit, manacles, arms coffer, Backpack ammo pack (poor), tonnes of man stopper bullets (common), inferno shells (poor), expander bullets (common), grenades and missles. Presumably ammo for all guns. Bolter casing Charm tied on a rope. Wrist Chrono (best), filtration plugs, many utilitarian clothes, gas mask (best), rebreather, recoil gloves, survival suit, auspex, magboots (poor), pict-recorder, whatever else that can be reasonably said that can be found on-ship.
Edge-fest Mind Dialogue:
I am a leader for I have proved myself. I have found myself upon scavenged treasure, dead corpses, and a wish to be among the greatest. To serve the Rogue Trader loyally will surely allow myself to be above the rabble from wish I was from. The death of millions a second only allows me to bring great vengeance upon those that wronged me. Xeno or mutant means nothing, but only to the hell that is my heart. To be great shall bring me on the path to right my wrongs, and to slaughter those that took the fire from my heart. Those that took my love.
Here, where the Emperors light doesn’t touch, is rife with the swill of chaos and those that pain me. My great justice, not the Emperors, not the Rogue Trader, will be given swiftly and justly. Those in my way shall only falter.
My life, the others can be sacrificed. This whole damned ship and it’s crew. Millions and the entire Imperium can fall. For in the end, death of everything will be the only option.
To bring death, and glory to who vowed themselves to me. Oh how she would delighted to this day, yet grimness and hell is what is left. My ambition is to drive my blade into all that is left. Those damn cowards that kill and pray for the Dark Gods only for a scrap of a boon, or merely a wink from their lowliest minion. They are what I’m after. For what they are what I shall bring to them, even the Emperor shall grimace, and the Imperium shall shake in it’s boots.
Edgier Bad Backstory:
Bron had come from a backwash Death World, scraping by to survive, living life by the sword, and trying too not die in life. He had scavenged through the world, seeming finding random scraps of weaponry, food, and technology. He had been detached to those around him, trying to appease the any one of the warlords that has taken over the area. Yet, he had soon found himself in love with another death worlder, a woman named Ovina, that had captured his thoughts, mind, and body. They had lived together even, ate together, hunted, scavenged, and engaged in other such intimate activities. Yet, his life was one of death and war. The damned Warlord who had taken over his vicinity, a man known as Nagash, who had happened to be a part of some Chaos cult and had been forming a military, and had forced many conversions by the sword. Several men armed with spears and blades had forced themselves in Bron's residence and took Ovina. Bron, logically, had resisted, and fought with two of them whilst the rest of the group hauled his love off. With two dead warriors on his hands, he had armed himself and tracked them down. Only to walk into some twisted chaos ritual under the stars. Nagash himself was there, seeming delighted as he had his men tie Ovina down, spoke many words, and brought down his knife upon her. Bron found himself in the middle of this ritual, and threw himself at him, and his men. Yet, he was not sure what had happened, he only found himself unconscious on the grounds that his beloved died, himself having a terrible visage, terribly ugly, a mutant, surrounded by the bodies of Nagash and his men. He, from there, scavenged and lived on, but now a grim, sorrowful, bitter, and angry person. Yet he was a capable man, finding himself as the most honored warrior of a Warlord named Manan. One day, a rogue trader down on his luck had landed his ship on the planet, and he was quickly hired on, wishing very little in payment. He had worked his way up in the ranks of the ship, being a ferocious soldier in boardings and expeditions, and a willing crewman when working the most horrible of jobs. Bron rose up the ranks, and had become favored by many in the crew, with his superiors not minding unexplained absences on occasion when landing on planets. He had scavenged battlefields on far-off planets, and searched through caves for some more thrones to save and spend, on alcohol and other such things. Though, one day, he had struck gold, he found an incredibly expensive chainsword of masterful quality, upon some shallow tomb likely made by some zealot. Bron no longer thought of his sorrows about Ovina on a daily basis, yet he still had a hatred against chaos and those who worshiped it. Despite Bron being a great warrior, the Rogue Trader he was hired by, was so deep in debt, he had sold his ship. Bron lived on as a combative dreg on a fuedal world, yet he never became accustomed before he proved himself to another Rogue Trader, a man named Holt Kennoch, a man of similar beginnings, if not power. Though Bron was capable, and made quite the fortune and skill under Holt, gaining much good equipment, and good standing and rank in the ship. Soon finding himself in the Koronus Expanse in another of Holt's ventures.
Description
A 7 to 8 foot tall large man, often wearing helmets, or masks, or some-such that would obscure his face, and baggy or concealing clothing to block the rest of his body, and only slivers of his skin is be likely seen. In reality, his skin is a waxy, reddish-pink, drooping, and ugly thing, full of tumors, orifices, the occasional tentacle and eye, and external body parts.
Author
Topic: Rogue Trader (something grimdark): Character Creation/OOC (Read 41480 times)