Thaddius Cain
Thaddius Cain
- Career: Adept
- Career Rank: 1
- Homeworld: Schola Progenium
- Divination: “In the darkness, follow the light of Terra”
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Appearance
Stats
- Weapon Skill: 33
- Ballistic Skill: 34
- Strength: 30
- Toughness: 32
- Agility: 29
- Intelligence: 41
- Perception: 34
- Willpower: 33
- Fellowship: 31
- Wounds: 11/11
- Fate Points: 3
- Insanity Points: 0
Skills
- Command (Fel):
- Common Lore (Imperial Guard) (Int):
- Common Lore (Imperium) (Int):
- Common Lore (Tech) (Int):
- Inquiry (Fel):
- Literacy (Int):
- Security (Ag):
- Search (Per):
- Speak Language (Low Gothic) (Int):
- Trade (Copyist) (Int):
Talents
- Basic Weapon Training (SP)
- Light Sleeper
- Melee Weapon Training (Primitive)
- Paranoia
- Pistol Training (Las)
- Pistol Training (SP)
- Resistance (Cold)
- Unremarkable
Traits
- Schola Education
- Skill at Arms
- Sheltered Upbringing
- Tempered Will
Gear
- Administratum Robes
- Flak Cloak
- Orthlak Mark IV Thollos Autopistol
- Combat Knife (IH, p.180)
- Chrono
- Auto Quill
- Data-Slate
- Writing Kit
- Multikey
- Ocular Catechizer
XP
- Total: 400
- Spent: 400
Rank 1
- Munitorium Quastor 100 XP
- Int +5 100 XP
- Per +5 100 XP
- Resistence (Cold) 100 XP
Background
Thaddius was the runt of the litter. His earliest memories are of being beaten by his mother and father for not living up to their image of the budding military hero of the Empire. Instead, Thaddius learnt to sneak, scheme and tattle. When his parents were both killed in some heroic last stand or other, Thaddius was secretly glad to be rid of them. That gladness did not last long: the Schola was even tougher and more unforgiving than his parents had been. At least it helped him develop his talents and showed him how he could use his intelligence in the service of his beloved Emperor. When he graduated, his military background and hatred for the mere cogs in the military machine made him a perfect choice for a Munitorium Quastor. Thaddius left the Schola convinced of his own superiority over those pathetic idiots who just carry the Emperor's weapons into meat-grinder after meat-grinder, just like his parents did.