Your name is Trick. You are female. You are 10 years old, and have fair skin, red hair and grey eyes. Your peers describe you as lean. 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 Dirt Ward. You walk the path of the Scum, where you hold the rank of Dreg. When you visited the Imperial Diviner, the seer told you this: Violence solves everything. Your only physical reminder of your past life is your dried umbilical cord (yours), something that holds great sentimental value to you. In your travels and adventures as Scum, you have collected a special memento of your journey, your ankle bracelet.

    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), Pistol Training (SP), Basic Weapons Training (SP), Ambidextrous.

    You excel in a number of basic skills, including Navigation (Surface) (Int) (Wild. Sav.), Survival (Int) (Wild. Sav.), Tracking (Int) (Wild. Sav.), Deceive (Fel), Awareness (Per), Dodge (Ag).You have learned a number of advanced technical skills, such as Speak Language (Tribal Dialect) (Int), Speak Language (Low Gothic) (Int), Blather (Fel), Common Lore (Imperium) (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 autopistol and 1 clip, knife, shotgun and 12 shells, brass knuckles, beast furs, rags (Poor Quality Clothing), dried umbilical cord (yours) (memento), ankle bracelet (memento).