Name:   Marius 'Grendal' Octavian<br/>Age:             33<br/>Height:       6'3”<br/>Homeworld: Hive World (Fenksworld)<br/>Background:  Adeptus Arbites<br/>Role:  Assassin<br/>Divination:<em>'Violence solves everything'</em>Increase this character's Weapon Skill* or Ballistic Skill characteristic by 3. Reduce his Agility or Intelligence* characteristic by 3. (Attribute chosen is indicated by the *.)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Character Sheet</div><div class="spoiler_body">Characteristics<br/><br/>WS:   44<br/>BS:    43<br/>S:       35<br/>T:       39<br/>Ag:    40 (+)<br/>Int:    32<br/>Per:   41 (+)<br/>WP:   34 (-)<br/>Fel:    37<br/>Inf:    38<br/><br/>Fate Threshold:  3<br/>Wounds:  12/12<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Equipment</span><br/>Shock Maul (1d10+3 I, Pen 0, Wgt. 2.5 kg)<br/>Enforcerer Light Carapace (AP 5, Max AG 45, Wgt. 45Kg, )<br/>3 Doses of Stimm<br/>Manacles<br/>12 Lho Sticks<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Talents</span><br/>Jaded<br/>Ambidextrous<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Skills</span><br/>Awareness<br/>Scrutiny<br/>Navigate – Surface<br/>Common Lore (Adeptus Arbites)<br/>Operate (Surface)<br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Aptitudes</span><br/>Perception<br/>Offense<br/>Agility<br/>Fieldcraft<br/>Finesse<br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Bonuses </span><br/><em>Teeming Masses in Metal Mountains</em> - A hive world character ignores crowds for purposes of movement, treating them as open terrain. When in enclosed spaces, he also gains a +20 bonus to Navigate (Surface) tests.<br/><br/><em>The Face of the Law</em> - An Arbitrator can re-roll any Intimidation and Interrogation test, and can substitute his Willpower bonus for his degrees of success on these tests.<br/><br/><em>Sure Kill</em> - In addition to the normal uses of Fate points, when an Assassin successfully hits with an attack, he may spend a Fate point to inflict additional damage equal to his degrees of success on the<br/>attack roll on the first hit the attack inflicts.<br/><br/>XP Received:        1000<br/>XP Remaining:     100<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">XP Expenditures</div><div class="spoiler_body">Awareness 100<br/>Scrutiny 100<br/>Navigate 200<br/>Common Lore – Adeptus Arbites 200<br/>Operate – Surface 100<br/>Ambidextrous 200<br/></div></div><br/>Backstory:<br/><em>Is this thing on? Oh, ok.<br/><br/>I was born on Fenksworld, a Hive World by Imperial reckoning. I was raised to revere the Emperor and respect those who represented him among the Hive. The Arbites and on occasion, the Astartes, should they ever make an appearance. Life was hard but good.<br/><br/>Then one day one of the Astartes appeared in our home with my younger brother in tow. Evidently, the Astartes had caught my brother fighting and had taken a shine to him. They took him to begin the process of becoming one of them. I would have too, except the Marine said I was too old to safely begin the process but he gave a recommendation that I be put into the Adeptus Arbites academy. Three days later I began that journey. I graduated second in my class, but only by the barest of margins. I had heard that there had been an Emperor blessed argument about who should have been Valedictorian, but numbers didn't lie and Nicodemus 'Beowulf' Trenton beat me by what I later learned was a .03 percent margin.<br/><br/>The first three years of service were the usual for any Arbites. Long hours, damnable shifts, and the shit work no one else wanted to do. But then I stumbled onto something that changed my life, that in hindsight I should have simply handled myself. Beowulf, as we called him, had a predilection for the ladies and a penchant for the  by-the-seat-of-your-pants plans, He was a bit of an arrogant ass, but never had I thought him capable of becoming a Chaos Cultist. I'd come over to his home intent on asking him to cover a shift for me, since my sister was to be married later that week but I was scheduled to work, despite my request for appropriate leave.<br/><br/>The door to his abode was cracked open, and I felt that hair tingling instinct that something was wrong. Calling it in, I slipped in, my duty maul at the ready. What I saw left it's mark on me. Nicodemus Trenton knelt over a body with it's rib cage spread open, blood running from his lips as he chewed on what I could only assume was a body organ as he inscribed the Mark of Chaos on his body.<br/><br/>He attacked before I could even ask what the hell was going on. I now know where the difference in our scores came from. I was the better combatant by the smallest of margins and it was that margin that saved me from being stuck by the sacrificial dagger Nicodemus was using. We fought until I slammed his head into the plascrete flooring until unconsciousness claimed him.<br/><br/>Reinforcements arrived and the rest is all in reports. Soon an Inquisitor arrived and interrogated me at length before deeming me clean of the taint of Chaos. The next day, Nicodemus escaped mere hours before dawn. No one knows how he managed it. One minute he was in his cell, the next he was gone without a trace. The pict-recordings are clear as day that no one let him free.<br/><br/>But I wouldn't learn that until the next day until after.....</em><br/><br/>A new voice is heard on the recording: <em>“Please continue, Officer. Nothing you say here is unknown to us but we record it only for Ordos records.”</em><br/><br/>The original voice picks back up, a crack in his otherwise steady voice. <em>”Until the massacre at my sister's wedding. He appeared out of nowhere behind the Altar to the Emperor and spewed some rhetoric about the End Times and how the Corpse Emperor could no longer protect us from the True Gods. Then all manner of hell broke loose as.... things.... appeared and started killing everyone they could get their claws into. My mother was the first to die.<br/><br/>I managed to avoid being killed only because I attacked the Heretic. At that point as far as I was concerned, Nicodemus Trenton was dead. The thing wearing his corpse just needed to be put down. We struggled there in front of the altar for what felt an eternity until the statue of the Emperor fell over breaking into bits. He managed to get free and he uttered some filth that I didn't understand and Emperor's Truth, I never do. Green flames lashed out at me, but I was safeguarded as the Emperor seemed to reach out and shield me by having his statue roll back over onto me.<br/><br/>It shattered into dozens of pieces but the sword he carried broke off nearly whole. Nicodemus moved to see that I was dead, moving rubbled out of the way allowing me to impale him through the throat with the stone sword. The creatures, these daemons, they all seemed to scream then vanish like smoke in the wind.<br/><br/><br/>I was taken to the Medicae for the treatment of my wounds. Once more I was investigated and interrogated by the Inquisitor and deemed free of corruption. She turned to leave and I grabbed her coat with a bloody hand and demanded to learn how to do what she did. To Hunt the Heretic and the Xenos. She only smiled and left.<br/><br/>Before I knew it, I was shuttled offworld to become what I am now. And Adept of the Inquisition.”<br/></em></div></div>