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2021-05-28 13:07:30
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    Your name is Таурон Дрекрат. You are male. You are 20 years old, and have fair skin, brown hair and green eyes. Your peers describe you as well-built. You have a duelling scar. You have no immediate family to speak of.

    You were born of shadowed blood, the descendant of a once-great Noble house in its darkening decline. You walk the path of the Guardsman, where you hold the rank of Conscript. When you visited the Imperial Diviner, the seer told you this: There are no civilians in the battle for survival. Your only physical reminder of your past life is your old hab door key, something that holds great sentimental value to you. In your travels and adventures as Guardsman, you have collected a special memento of your journey, your rock that glows in dark.

    Your upbringing, environment, and the path you have chosen in life have granted you the following traits: Etiquette, Supremely Connected, Vendetta, Wealth.You have learned, acquired, or been born with a number of talents, such as Peer (Nobility), Peer (Military), Melee Weapons Training (Primitive), Basic Weapons Training (Las), Pistol Training (Las), Basic Weapons Training (SP).

You have learned a number of advanced technical skills, such as Literacy (Int), Speak Language (High Gothic) (Int), Speak Language (Low Gothic) (Int), Speak Language (Low Gothic) (Int), Drive (Ground Vehicle) (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 lasgun and 1 charge pack, knife, guard flak armour, 1 week corpse starch rations, hammer, las pistol and 1 charge pack, shotgun and 12 shells, street clothes (Common Quality Clothing), mercenary license, old hab door key (memento), rock that glows in dark (memento).