Name:		Janus "Bones" Pike
Homeworld:	Volg Hive - Fenksworld
Gender:		Male
Career:		Arbitrator
Rank:		Trooper
Start Package:	None

WS:		29		BS:		37
S:		29		T:		32
Ag:		31		Int:		37
Per:		32		WP:		32
Fellowship:	27		Wounds:		12

Fate Points:	3		Thrones:	0
Insanity Pts:	9		Starting XP:	400
Corruption Pts:	3

Build:		Brawny		Skin Color:	Stained
Hair Color:	Grey		Eye Color:	Blue
Age:		45

Quirk:			You have a bullet wound scar.
Hive Class:		Specialist
Divination:		Truth is subjective.

Traits: Accustomed to Crowds, Caves of Steel, Hivebound, Volg Hiver Skills, Born Survivor, Grim

Basic Skills: Tech-Use (Int) (Caves of Steel), Inquiry (Fel)

Advanced Skills: Speak Language (Hive Dialect) (Int), Intimidate (S) (Volg Hiv. Sk.), Speak Language (Volg Hiver Dialect) (Int) (Volg Hiv. Sk.), Speak Language (Low Gothic) (Int), Literacy (Int), Common Lore (Adeptus Arbites) (Int), Common Lore (Imperium) (Int)

Talents: Jaded, Light Sleepe, Melee Weapons Training (Primitive), Basic Weapons Training (SP), Quick Draw

Gear: club, uniform (Good Quality Clothing), 3 doses of stimm, injector, Arbitrator ID, pack of lho-sticks, smoking pipe (memento), small brush (memento)

Special Qualities: Medicae, the countless hours your father had read to you from the medical textbook have not been in vain
Special Item: Data salvager, you have no idea how this ancient piece of tech works but it seems to unscramble information from long dead machines.

Family: Your mother's name was Kaarli. She walked the path of the Guardsman. She is deceased. Your father's name is Lionus. He walks the path of the Guardsman. Your brother's name is Lupus. He walks the path of the Guardsman. Your sister's name is Trauma. She walks the path of the Tech-Priest.

Background: Born into an esteemed family of soldiers you were expected to follow the path of your mother and father, something your younger brother readily took to, but you despised the very notion of having to live a life under strict supervision, you wanted to think for yourself. The life of a vagrant was not an option for someone of your stature but what if you made your own laws? What if you WERE the law? You began your studies and prepared your body to one day serve the arbities. That day has come and gone, you're now a fully fledged member of the newly formed Special Recon Service, now if only you can shake that damn nickname of "Bones", you have always regretted the day your father found that ancient medical textbook; he even went as far as to name your brother and sister after words he found in there.