Your name is LRY E11I0T. You are male. You are 33 years old, and have fair skin, dyed hair and grey eyes. Your peers describe you as scrawny. You have an electoo. You have no immediate family to speak of.

    You were born under the glory of the Machine God on a Greater Forge World. You walk the path of the Tech-Priest, where you hold the rank of Technographer. 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 lucky cog, something that holds great sentimental value to you. In your travels and adventures as Tech-Priest, you have collected a special memento of your journey, your lump of your own mummified flesh.

    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 (Las), Pistol Training (Las), Electric Graft Use.

    You excel in a number of basic skills, including Common Lore (Tech) (Int) and Common Lore (Machine Cult) (Int).You have learned a number of advanced technical skills, such as Speak Language (Low Gothic) (Int), Tech-Use (Int), Literacy (Int), Secret Tongue (Tech) (Int), Trade (Copyist) (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 metal staff, las pistol and 1 charge pack, las carbine and 1 charge pack, knife, flak vest, glow lamp, data-slate, Mechanicus robes and vestments (Good Quality Clothing), spare parts (power cells, wires, chronometers etc), vial of Sacred Machine Oil, Mechanicus implants, lucky cog (memento), lump of your own mummified flesh (memento).