Editing Albrecht Ester

Dincharev IV. Ah, I see you know the name. The vast ruined city world, haunted by pretech monsters. Why did I mention it? It is my home world. I was rescued by looters as I stood upon the ledge of a 200 story building, my tribe dead around me and about to be devoured by otoyughs. I left with them of course; there was nothing left there to hold me to that benighted place. 
Oddly I found that my beliefs, my tribe’s religion, were attractive to others. Proactive pacifistic harmonization with a fallback of passionless offensive defense. Iatai it is called. I have some pamphlets here if you are interested. I had some success as a, well, missionary, I suppose. However I did not like preaching or being tied down in one place; it was too painful.
Still, I gained a small amount of notoriety. My followers and I deposed the Despot Royal on Sharma. I was with the Solar Queen on its last mail run, the one that carried out the blackmail threats to the citizens of a dozen planets. I seek something away from the civilized lanes now; it is time to let memories fade and tempers cool.<br>
Name: Albrecht Ester<br>
Sex: Male<br>
Class: Psychic Level: 4 Exp:8020<br>
AC: 7 HP: 15 PP:20<br><br>

Str 15<br>
Int 13<br>
Dex 11<br>
Wis 13<br>
Con 14<br>
Chr 10<br><br>

Background: Priest Psychic Training: Tribal Shaman<br><br>

Artist 0<br>
Combat/Primitive 0<br>
Culture/Criminal 0<br>
Culture/World (Dincharev IV) 0<br>
History 0<br>
Leadership 0<br>
Perception 0<br>
Persuade 1<br>
Religion 2<br>
Survival 0<br>
Tech/Medical 1<br><br>

Psionics<br>
Biopsionics 4<br>
Telekinesis 1<br>
Telepathy 2<br>
Teleportation 1<br><br>

Equipment:<br>
armored undersuit, a TL4 backpack, a compad, 4 grenades (100), monoblade(50), TL4 binoculars(200), survival kit (60), telescoping pole(10), atmofilter(100), bioscanner(300), 5 Lazarus patches (150), medikit(100), 5 Type A power cells (100), telekinetic generator (500)
3330 cr left