Rhonwen

Career: Guardsman - Rank 5: Malfian Bloodsworn

Age: 29 (born 786/M41)

Build: Well-built (181 cm, 78 kg)

Colouration: fair skin, auburn hair, grey eyes

Quirk: Shaved bald

Divination: "There Is No Substitute For Zeal."

Wounds: 11 +2 (13)

Fate Points: 5

Insanity Points: 11

Corruption Points: 5

XP Total: 3000

XP Left: 150

Characteristics:

WS 39 +5 (44)

BS 34 +5 (39)

S 31 +5 (36)

T 40

Ag 32 +5 (37)

Int 31

Per 31

WP 45

Fel 30

Origin:

• Mind-Cleansed
• Engram Implantation: Deceive (Fel), Intimidate (Str) skills; Jaded and Weapon Training (Las or SP) Talents. Common Lore (Tech) and Survival c/a Basic.
• Failsafe Control: Has a failsafe command trigger implanted.
• Imperial Conditioning: +10 on Willpower tests to resist Fear and mind-control or possession (phychically, chemically or otherwise).
• Through a Mirror Darkly: Start with 1d5+2 Insanity Points. Potential flashbacks triggered.

Skills:

• Awareness (Per)
• Common Lore (War) (Int)
• Deceive (Fel)
• Dodge (Ag)
• Drive (Ground Vehicle) (Ag)
• Intimidate (Str)
• Literacy (Int)
• Speak Language (Low Gothic) (Int)
• Survival (Int)

c/a Basic: Common Lore (Tech) (Int)

Talents:

• Ambidextrous
• Berserk Charge
• Jaded
• Nerves of Steel
• Paranoia
• Quick Draw
• Rapid Reload
• Resistance (Fear, Psychic Powers)
• Swift Attack
• Weapon Training (Melee Primitive, Chain; Basic Las, SP; Pistol Las, SP, Primitive)

Gear:

• Injector Rig

• Enforcer Light Carapace (All 5)

• Sword

1d10+3 R, Pen 0, Balanced

• Knife

3m, 1d5+3 R, Pen 0, Primitive

• Bolo Knife

2d5+3 R, Pen 4

• Chain Axe

1d10+7, Pen 2, Tearing

• Flintlock Pistol

15 m, S/-/-, 1d10+2, Pen 0, Clip 1, Reload 3Full, Primitive, Unreliable, Inaccurate

• Orthlack Mark IV Thollos Autopistol

Pistol, 30m, S/-/6, 1d10+4, Pen 0, Clip 15, Reload Full

• "The Bronze" (Hack Shotgun + Fire Selector + laser sight)

Pistol, 10m, S/-/-, 1d10+4, Pen 0, Clip 3/6, Reload 6Full, Inaccurate, Scatter, Tearing

• Armageddon-pattern Assault Stubber (Armageddon Autogun + Fire Selector + Pistol Grip + Extra Grip)

Basic, 100m, S/3-4/6-9, 1d10+4, Pen 0, Clip 45, Reload 3Full, Reliable

• Mark III Frag Greande x3

(SBx3, 2d10 X, Pen 0)

• Stun Grenade

• Box of Man-stopper ammo
• Man-stopper reload for Thollos
• 12 buckshot shells
• 6 solid slugs
• 5 stun shells
• 2 modified bolt rounds

• Bloodsworn Charter
• Data-slate with bounties
• Re-Breather
• Recoil Glove
• Stimm x3
• Lascutter
• Manacles
• Micro-bead
• Infantry Lamp-pack
• Salvation Auger
• 1 week rations

Background:

Rhonwen's past life is expunged, scraped away by psychic surgeons of Tricorn - yet this fact has long ceased to bother her. She is still idly curious as to the history of each lasgun-burn or jagged scar on her body, but many questions are answered by a line of marks on her collarbone and shoulder, an exact fit for a Merov-pattern injection rig. Whatever crime has brought her to the ranks of Penal Legion or what regiment she was part of, are the details she was not allowed to retain - but by this point she considers her crimes exonerated tenfold. She doubts there was a lot of good there anyway.

Occasionally, she is visited by images. Of violence and battle chaos and death often no farther than the length of a bayonet. Barked orders calling assault and the howl of artillery shells overhead. Rhon is used to brushing aside those annoying flashback, except maybe for one that is not so unwelcomed - the triumph and exhilaration of victory. But she much prefers recreating the feeling here and now.

...But sometimes, something else comes unwarranted. It is the memory of bone-cracking chill and sticky wet heat. The steel walls, stained with blood. Blood of friends and comrades. She can hear their screams still, as if they were frozen in the air. She wanders endless corridors, empty but for the memories of death, alone. So similiar, yet so very distinct - she is once again the survivor, but now she envies the dead. It is the only memory that can rouse her at night, panting and covered in sweat, and keep her awake till the morning sun. And she knows the name of it. "Mara". And if this is but a fleeting echo of the memory, she's almost thankful to the Inquisition for expunging the rest.

Memories could go, but she was not so ready to relinquish that who she was, though. After the cleansing, instead of remaining a "blank slate", she sort of "came back" in short order. It was not unusual for mind-cleansed to fall into the same behavioural and speech patterns, but not to become [i]almost[/i] themselves in under a week. Again, and then again, each time quicker and seemingly reinforced, getting rid of the chaff of doubts and uncertainties. Some called it a quirky mutation, anomaly of the brain. Others prepared to dub it the "Mara Phenomenon", with the intent to test in on others survivors of the incident. And at least one Interrogator, who commanded the stormtrooper squad she was placed in, commented: "that broad is too stubborn to die".

Eventualy decreed to be a boon and a useful resource, rather than a moral threat, Rhonwen was recalled from the stormtroopers ranks - her relatively stable and well-adjusted personality could've nudged the decision in the right direction. She was subsequently placed in the general acolytes ranks, where she welcomed the opportunity to diversify her skills as well as savour the "civlian life". And, just maybe, she finaly had a hope to never again having to relearn her own name.

Discarding the distinct hellgun, she adopted the armaments of a Malfian bounty-hunter, taking her time and cherishing the new-found opportunity to recreate the mementos of events that never were - or that she could not recall. As well as discovering something curious: how familiar the handle of a Bolo knife felt.

On the day's agenda was the execution of a "grey warrant" - Inquisition could have used another agent in the Blood Guild. The target was a destitute noble and member of Missionaria Galaxia, one Deiad Bellair. When he first took cloth, there were some who naively thought Deiad intended to leave behind the decadent ways of Malfian nobility - until it has been discovered, that he brought many more as slaves to the flesh markets and Beast Houses, than he brought into the fold of the Imperial Creed. Rumour was, Cardinal Cal Sutai Arran himself was furious and wet himself in righteous indignation.

Deiad was thought to have disappeared back into dark reaches of space before Frateris Militia and Adepta Sororitas could apprehend him, and even though Senate put a price on his head, Periphery was too far from Malfian sub-sector for most Bloodsworn to be interested in pursuit. Rhonwen unashamedly used inquisitorial contacts to discover, that this was not exactly the case. Old instincts awakened in the warrens under a Beast House secret arena, where she bloodied the blade on the Deiad's savage bodyguards, who worshipped him fearfully as the Emperor's own prophet. The man himself was not so much of a challenge.

She didn't bothered to hide the amused smirk, while speaking the oath, the words ringing hollow to her - just as they were, no doubt, for most of the Bloodsworn. Yet, to her own surprise, that oath gave her a sense of identity and connection outside of the Inquisition, something she discovered to be yearning for. But where her masters were conserned, and thus much more importantly, the Charter opened a lot of doors for a cell of acolytes - and so Rhonwen made herself avaliable for further instructions.

Appearance and Demeanor:

Standing six feet tall, broad-shouldered, with chiselled angular features, Rhonwen has an undeniable presence. This threatening image is further exacerbated by a number of morbid adornments, mostly skull-themed, affixed to her dull-grey carapace armour - not to mention by her armaments, which would usualy comprise no less than three blades and two pistols (including bizzare black-powder flintlock of an unidentified origin). She still shaves her head closely and has a naturaly husky voice.

While Rhonwen hardly appears approachable, she often catches people off-guard by unexpected exterior of normalcy, when interacted with. For a woman of her implied past, she seems well-adjusted and stable. Always prepared for and desensitized to violence, she only rarely displays genuine hate or spite. Not so true about rage and bloodlust, but those are the exuberant kind of adrenaline-addict. Not an admirable attitude for an imperial servant, perhaps, but Rhon has been always phlegmatic in these matters.

Her recent admission as a bounty hunter notwithstanding, Rhonwen is foremost a militant and a survivor. Her relatively short term in stormtroopers' ranks did not allow her to learn (or be psychically implanted with) all of the expected skills and tactics, but she more than makes up for "by-the-book" deficiencies with brutal cunning (or cunning brutality), tenacity and a general tendency to defy the odds of survival. She exults in the thick of the fighting, being first in and last out, but she is not a berzerker and at least tries to fight smartly.

Breakdown of XP Spent:

Mara Landing Massacre (300)

WS +5 (100)

BS +5 (100)

Str +5 (100)

Ag +5 (250)

Rank 1: Penal Legionnaire (0-499)

Berserk Charge (100)

Nerves of Steel (100)

Resistance (Fear) (100)

Sound Constitution x2 (200)

Paranoia (100)

Rank 2: Guard (500-999)

Dodge (100)

Survival (100)

Quick Draw (100)

Common Lore (War) (200)

Rank 3: Armsman (1000-1999)

Rapid Reload (100)

Swift Attack (200)

Ambidextrous (200)

Literacy (300)

Rank 4: Sergeant (2000-2999)

Melee Weapon Training (Chain) (100)