Your name is Roth. You are male. You are 20 years old, and have tan skin, red hair and brown eyes. Your peers describe you as muscular. You have tribal tattooing. You have no immediate family to speak of.

    You were born on an untamed Feral world, where you were taught the superstition of the Nemesis. You walk the path of the Guardsman, where you hold the rank of Conscript. You are a veteran of the ongoing Tranch War, which forged you into a tough and experienced warrior at the token price of your sanity. 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 fur/skin cloak, 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 xenos skin fragment.

    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), Basic Weapons Training (Las), Pistol Training (Las), Basic Weapons Training (SP), Hatred (Mutants), Light Sleeper talents, Frenzy.

    You excel in a number of basic skills, including Navigation (Surface) (Int) (Wild. Sav.), Survival (Int) (Wild. Sav.), Tracking (Int) (Wild. Sav.), , Swim (S), Search (Per).You have learned a number of advanced technical skills, such as Speak Language (Tribal Dialect) (Int), Speak Language (Low Gothic) (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 lasgun and 1 charge pack, knife, guard flak armour, 1 week corpse starch rations, sword, las pistol and 1 charge pack, shotgun and 12 shells, uniform (Common Quality Clothing), Imperial Infantryman's Uplifting Primer, fur/skin cloak (memento), xenos skin fragment (memento).