Your name is Amiron. You are male. You are 34 years old, and have fair skin, blond hair and blue eyes. Your peers describe you as fit. You have an aquila tattoo. You have no immediate family to speak of.

    You were born in the quiet contemplation of an Imperial Shrine World. You walk the path of the Arbitrator, where you hold the rank of Trooper. When you visited the Imperial Diviner, the seer told you this: Know the mutant; kill the mutant. Your only physical reminder of your past life is your metal lho-stick case, something that holds great sentimental value to you. In your travels and adventures as Arbitrator, you have collected a special memento of your journey, your old nameplate.

    Your upbringing, environment, and the path you have chosen in life have granted you the following traits: Blessed Ignorance, Hagiography, Litugical Familiarity, Superior Origins.You have learned, acquired, or been born with a number of talents, such as Basic Weapons Training (SP), Melee Weapons Training (Primitive), Rapid Reload.

    You excel in a number of basic skills, including Common Lore (Imperial Creed) (Int) (Hagi.), Common Lore (Imperium) (Int) (Hagi.), Common Lore (War) (Int) (Hagi.), Literacy (Int) (Lit. Fam.), Speak Language (High Gothic) (Int) (Lit. Fam.), Inquiry (Fel).You have learned a number of advanced technical skills, such as Speak Language (Low Gothic) (Int), Literacy (Int), Common Lore (Adeptus Arbites) (Int), 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 shotgun and 12 shells, club, brass knuckles, knife, uniform (Good Quality Clothing), 3 doses of stimm, injector, Arbitrator ID, chrono, pack of lho-sticks, flak vest, metal lho-stick case (memento), old nameplate (memento).