Your name is Narl. You are male. You are 18 years old, and have fair skin, brown hair and grey eyes. Your peers describe you as runt. You have outrageous hair. You have no immediate family to speak of.

    You were born onboard a craft of an Explorator Fleet, travelling the space between stars and worlds beyond the edge of charted space. You walk the path of the Assassin, where you hold the rank of Sell-steel. When you visited the Imperial Diviner, the seer told you this: The only true fear is of dying with your duty not done. Your only physical reminder of your past life is your crystalline carving, something that holds great sentimental value to you. In your travels and adventures as Assassin, you have collected a special memento of your journey, your throne penny.

    Your upbringing, environment, and the path you have chosen in life have granted you the following traits: Fit for Purpose, Stranger to the Cult, Credo Omnissiah.You have learned, acquired, or been born with a number of talents, such as Technical Knock, Melee Weapons Training (Primitive), Basic Weapons Training (SP), Pistol Training (SP), Unremarkable, Pistol Training (Las).

    You excel in a number of basic skills, including Common Lore (Tech) (Int) and Common Lore (Machine Cult) (Int), Awareness (Per), Dodge (Ag), Intimidate (S).You have learned a number of advanced technical skills, such as Speak Language (Low Gothic) (Int), Common Lore (Underworld) (Int), Security (Ag).

    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 stub automatic with silencer and two clips of ammunition, knife, 3 doses of stimm, charge (corpse hair), black bodyglove (Common Quality Clothing), shotgun and 12 shells, compact las pistol and 1 charge pack, crystalline carving (memento), throne penny (memento).