ame:		Rotha
Homeworld:	Feral World
Gender:		Female
Career:		Guardsman
Rank:		Conscript
Start Package:	None

WS:		38		BS:		36
S:		33		T:		41
Ag:		33		Int:		28
Per:		27		WP:		27
Fellowship:	26		Wounds:		10

Fate Points:	2		Thrones:	559
Insanity Pts:	0		Starting XP:	400
Corruption Pts:	0		Total XP/left:	400/50

Build:		Lean		Skin Color:	Tan
Hair Color:	Red		Eye Color:	Blue
Age:		18

Quirk:			You have tribal tattooing.
Superstition:		Warrior Death
Divination:		Men must die so that Man endures.

Traits: Iron Stomach, Primitive, Rite of Passage, Wilderness Savvy

Basic Skills: Navigation (Surface) (Int) (Wild. Sav.), Survival (Int) (Wild. Sav.), Tracking (Int) (Wild. Sav.), , Swim (S)

Advanced Skills: Speak Language (Tribal Dialect) (Int), Speak Language (Low Gothic) (Int),

Talents: Melee Weapons Training (Primitive), Basic Weapons Training (Las), Pistol Training (Primitive), Basic Weapons Training (Primitive)

Gear:
lasgun and 1 charge pack: 1d10+3 E, 100m, S/3/-, Clip 60 (traded away, kept here for convenience)
knife: 1d5 R, 3m
guard flak armour: AP 4 (traded away)
quilted vest: AP 2, body
1 week corpse starch rations,
sword: 1d10 R
flintlock pistol and 12 shots: 1d10+2 I, 15m, S/-/-
musket and 12 shots: 1d10+2 I, 30m, S/-/-
uniform (Common Quality Clothing), mercenary license, leather pouch (memento), orc toof necklace (memento), stummers

Special Qualities: None

Family: Your mother's name was Trantia. She walked the path of the Guardsman. She is deceased. Your father's name is Solomon. He walks the path of the Scum. Your brother's name is Zaddion. He walks the path of the Scum. Your brother's name is Strang. He walks the path of the Guardsman.

You ended up into the Guard yourself when a feral ork, a remnant of a massive Waaaagh! from a few years back (that saw your mother and brother enlisting in the first place), slew your mother and fled to the jungle. You enlisted just so they would give you a gun, then spent your last day on the planet - that most other fresh guardsmen spend with their family - in the jungle hunting down the ork. Finally triumphant (if not without an injury or two of your own), you picked up the teeth that were left from it and turned them into a necklace, then headed back, said your last goodbyes to the family, and left the planet.

Perhaps you'll meet your brother? He is out there somewhere.