Your name is Pris. You are female. You are 20 years old, and have ruddy skin, brown hair and blue eyes. Your peers describe you as rangy. You have a small head.

    You were born on an untamed Feral world, where you were taught the superstition of the Nemesis. You walk the path of the Scum, where you hold the rank of Dreg. When you visited the Imperial Diviner, the seer told you this: If a job is worth doing it is worth dying for. Your only physical reminder of your past life is your tallow candle, something that holds great sentimental value to you. In your travels and adventures as Scum, you have collected a special memento of your journey, your flagon handle.

    Your mother's name is Phrix. She walks the path of the Assassin. Your father's name is Garvel. He walks the path of the Guardsman. Your brother's name is Flavion. He walks the path of the Guardsman.

    Your upbringing, environment, and the path you have chosen in life have granted you the following traits: Iron Stomach, Primitive, Rite of Passage, Wilderness Savvy.You have learned, acquired, or been born with a number of talents, such as Melee Weapons Training (Primitive), Pistol Training (SP), Basic Weapons Training (SP), Ambidextrous, Frenzy.

    You excel in a number of basic skills, including Navigation (Surface) (Int) (Wild. Sav.), Survival (Int) (Wild. Sav.), Tracking (Int) (Wild. Sav.), Deceive (Fel), Awareness (Per), Charm (Fel).You have learned a number of advanced technical skills, such as Speak Language (Tribal Dialect) (Int), Speak Language (Low Gothic) (Int), Blather (Fel), Common Lore (Imperium) (Int).

    At this time in your life, your personal belongings are meager, most provided by the Imperium as part of the path you walk. Your holdings include autopistol and 1 clip, knife, autogun and 1 clip, club, quilted vest, dirty coveralls (Poor Quality Clothing), tallow candle (memento), flagon handle (memento).