Your name is Mithras. You are male. You are 22 years old, and have stained skin, grey hair and grey eyes. Your peers describe you as lanky. You are pallid. You have no immediate family to speak of.

    You were born on a bustling, crowded Hive World. As factory dregs, you and your family were cogs in the Imperial machine, essential to the Hive but ultimately expendable. 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: To war is human. Your only physical reminder of your past life is your spent bullet casing, 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: Accustomed to Crowds, Caves of Steel, Hivebound, Wary.You have learned, acquired, or been born with a number of talents, such as Melee Weapons Training (Primitive), Basic Weapons Training (SP), Pistol Training (SP), Unremarkable, Pistol Training (Las).

    You excel in a number of basic skills, including Tech-Use (Int) (Caves of Steel), Awareness (Per), Dodge (Ag).You have learned a number of advanced technical skills, such as Speak Language (Hive 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 sword, knife, 3 doses of stimm, charge (corpse hair), black bodyglove (Common Quality Clothing), hunting rifle and 16 rounds, compact las pistol and 1 charge pack, spent bullet casing (memento), throne penny (memento).