<div class="floatright">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/cb62e89483e293a9744c62d11ab237e6/tumblr_mmb2orUWhH1rtggtpo1_500.jpg) (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=92jgp7vNemc)[/url]</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tarkus Antoz (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p733z6aKwMA)<strong>Age:</strong>28<br/><br/><strong>Homeworld:</strong>(<em>Dusk</em>)<br/><span class="bbc_u">WS:</span><strong>3</strong>6<span class="bbc_u">BS:</span><strong>2</strong>6<span class="bbc_u">STR:</span><strong>3</strong>2<span class="bbc_u">T:</span><strong>2</strong>8<span class="bbc_u">AG:</span><strong>3</strong>1<span class="bbc_u">INT:</span><strong>3</strong>1<span class="bbc_u">PER:</span><strong>2</strong>8<span class="bbc_u">WP:</span><strong>4</strong>3<span class="bbc_u"> FEL:</span><strong>3</strong>4<br/><em>Corruption:</em>6<em>Insanity: </em>7<br/><em>Tarot:</em>“The pain of the bullet is ecstasy compared to damnation.” Increase Toughness by +1.<br/><em>Fate Points:</em>3<br/><em>Income Level:</em>Gaurdsmen (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lTs6a0ORdQU)<br/><em>Wounds:</em>10<br/><em>Movement:</em>3/6/9/18<br/><br/><strong>Traits:</strong><br/><em><strong>Bad Blood</strong></em>The Dusk born are an ill-omened people, considered by most to be accursed by the simple fact of their birth world. Truth be told, there is some credence to this belief as trauma, madness, supernatural occurrences and morbid eccentricity are all common currency on Dusk as accepted facts of life.<br/><br/><em><strong>Dark Tales</strong></em>One key way of learning to survive for a child on Dusk is to pay heed to the many strange tales and nightmarish stories told by the fireside when the storms howl or the dank fogs press close, and the stories of Dusk hold many dark truths and shadowed pearls of wisdom.<br/><div align="center"><em>Effect:</em> You start the game with Common Lore (Dusk Folklore) (Int). In addition, you treat Forbidden Lore (Daemonology) (Int) and Scholastic Lore (Occult) (Int) as Basic Skills.</div><br/><em><strong>Little Left to Fear</strong></em>While other worlds may indeed host worse perils than Dusk, the dangers encountered there are of a singularly macabre and often horrific kind, and after a lifetime spent surviving them, the bestial predators and weird happenings of other worlds hold little terror.<br/><div align="center"><em>Effect:</em> You reduce the effects of Fear on your character by one degree (reducing Fear 3 to Fear 2, etc.) Essentially this also means that you suffer no effects from creatures or phenomena with a Fear Rating of 1. Since your life has been full of near-scrapes with things best left unsaid, you also reduce your starting number of Fate Points by –1.</div><br/><em><strong>Primitive </strong></em>Feral worlders have no time for the mysteries of technology or the rubbishy constraints of etiquette and social niceties.<div align="center"><em>Penalty:</em> You take a –10 penalty on Tech-Use (Int) Tests and a –10 penalty to Fellowship Tests made in formal or civilized surroundings.</div><br/><em><strong>Wilderness Savvy </strong></em>Feral worlders are accustomed to hunting their own food.<br/><div align="center"><em>Benefit:</em> Navigation (Surface) (Int), Survival (Int) and Tracking (Int) count as Basic Skills for feral worlders.</div><br/><strong>Talents:</strong><br/>-Melee Weapon Training (Primitive)<br/>-Pistol Training (Primitive,SP)<br/>-Basic Weapons Training (Las,SP)<br/>-Resistance (Psychic Powers)<br/><br/><strong>Basic Skills:</strong><br/>-Swim (S)<br/><br/><strong>Trained Skills:</strong><br/>-Literacy (Int)<br/>-Speak Language (Dusk Cant) (Int)<br/>-Speak Language (Tribal Dialect) (Int) skill.<br/>-Speak Language (Low Gothic) (Int)<br/>-Common Lore (Dusk Folklore) (Int)<br/><br/><strong>Equipment:</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Webbing</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>Webbing:</em><br/>-“Bloody Mary” (http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs9/i/2006/007/6/3/Pistol_by_psionic.jpg) (Counts as a Stormchild)<br/><em>A single gold rose wraps all the way down the barrel with a gold Clubs on the sides of the cylinder. The grip has a silver heart with a single rose inside with leaves, a letter B is on the point of the heart. Like this (http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3qyvyvesC1qdkeiao1_1280.jpg) </em><br/>-10 speed reloads<br/>-Bolo Knife <br/>-M36 Kantrael Pattern w/h lamp pack <br/>-2 charge packs<br/>-Lamp pack<br/>-Compass<br/>-5 Glo-sticks<br/>-1 Ration Pack<br/>-Protein Bars<br/>-Entrenching tool<br/>-Canteen<br/>-Waterproof notebook with a worn pen<br/>-Photograph of Antiz and a red headed guardswoman (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v521/imperial_star/femaleplasma.jpg), playing cards in a trench that looks muddy but the sun is shining. They are looking towards the pictotaker holding up their recaff mugs in cheers. Bloodstained the back has "I'm sorry" in messy handwriting. <br/>-Lighter<br/>-Pack of Lho sticks<br/>-Dataslate<br/>-Bloodstained rock (Kept in a mesh pouch over his heart) </div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Worn on body</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>Worn:</em><br/>-Keffiyeh<br/>-Gloves<br/>-Chrono<br/>-Mircobead<br/>-Whistle<br/>-Guard Flak Armor <em>(His helmet has tally marks on the left side while the profile of the suit of clubs is on the left in white paint. Right shoulder pauldron is dominated by a pin up (http://us.cdn291.fansshare.com/tattoo/pin-upgirl/hendricks-pin-up-tattoo-vintage-blue-1923818945.jpg) over top of the red stripe donating his Noncom status. His right knee pad has the words "Well Hello There" crudely painted on, some stubborn blood has yet to be removed. ) </em><br/>-Combat Webbing<br/>-Imperial Guard fatigues<br/>-2 sets of dog tags<br/>-Charm <em>One golden heart with the words "Blaze" engraved neatly on it along with a golden disk with a date engraved on the front. They hang from the same chain as his dog tags. On the reverse side the disk has another date crudely carved into the soft metal while the heart has "Et ex mente tota, Sum presentialiter, Absens in remota" engraved on the back. </em></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Backpack</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>Backpack:</em> <br/>-2 weeks of rations<br/>-<em>Imperial Infantryman’s Uplifting Primer</em><br/>-Bedroll and blanket<br/>-Personal Grooming Kit<br/>-Mess Kit<br/>-Weapon Maintenance Kit <br/>-Tool Kit<br/>-Playing Cards<br/>-Wrapped bundle of letters<br/>-Set of maps</div></div><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Background/Personality</strong></span><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Audio Transcription of Initial Interview</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">++++++++++++++<br/>Receiving Query<br/>File named <em>Interview, T. Antoz 1</em> found.<br/>Beginning Playback....<br/>Time of recording: <em>0900, 818.M41</em><br/>Location: <em>-Redacted-</em><br/>Interviewer: <em>Inquisitor -Redacted-</em><br/>Format: <em>Audio Only</em><br/>++++++++++++The Emperor Protects++++++++++++<br/><br/><em>Door opens and closes then soft voices are heard. Mic is tapped. Scraping of a chair followed by coughing.</em><br/><br/>Inquisitor: "Sergeant please have a seat."<br/><br/><em>Silence for a minute followed by the sound of something hitting the table</em><br/><br/>I: "Alright, I take it you will stand then." <em>Rustling of clothes followed by the beep of an dataslate</em> "Let's confirm you are Sergeant Antoz."<br/><br/>Antoz: "Can I smoke sir?"<br/><br/><em>Clicking of a lighter followed by coughing then a deep inhale before an exhale.</em><br/><br/>A: "Jesus, never felt that good before. Go on with your questions Inquisitor."<br/><br/>I: "Right let's start with the basics, you were birthed on Dusk. Due to it's nature I am afraid I can't say much about your childhood beyond your recruitment into the Gourd. What year were you born Sergeant?"<br/><br/><em>Silence followed by another inhale and exhale before a low laugh</em><br/><br/>A: " I believe it was sometime in the summer of the year 790, sir."<br/><br/>I: "Good, we can continue now that your identity is confirmed." <em>Beeping of a dataslate</em> "So Sergeant due to the lack of the records I have on your childhood and life on Dusk, would you mind filling out that part of your history for us?"<br/><br/>A: "Do I have a choice? <br/><br/>I: "Y-<br/><br/>A: "Rhetorical question sir, I don't mind." <em>Deep inhale and exhale followed by coughing</em> "I was born to a poor tribe, my mother was a bead maker I believe for the local market while my father did what most men did, hunted. Strangely I don't remember much about them no matter how much I try to picture them. I guess it's because at a young age my father went mad and shot his wife then himself. God I must of been two? I was taken in by the local shaman, an old bird but tougher then adamantium she was. Under her tutelage during long walks through the marshes she taught me what to eat and what not to, to shoot, to hunt....to survive. Far more of a mother then my actual one was minus the hole in her head of course." <em>Deep chuckle</em> "Coming to age meant you usually where chosen for a bond mate, in our tribe we had two type of relationships. Mates were woman you breeded with and nothing else. Bond mates were woman you stuck with for life. The key to find a bond mate was not beauty or figure, you looked for endurance and strength. Survival on Dusk relied on many things but beauty wasn't one of them. No one gives a shit if you're pretty when you're bleeding out in the fetid waters. Well I had already made up my mind for a bond mate, her name was Blaze."<br/><br/>I: "Says here that was her name because of the hair?"<br/><br/>A: "Yeah, when I was sixteen this Imperial Guard expedition was doing rounds around villages to recruit. They had recently passed through our village picking up who they could, one of the company was a young girl with vibrant read hair. Had to my age or just about. Anyways that night when I was walking with the old bird like we usually do, we heard commotion of a fight. Naturally I ran towards it being a young fool. Well the expedition apparently had met the nightmares that haunt Dusk. The camp was destroyed and dead littered everywhere. Only one survivor that woman with a massive wound across her chest. Me and the old bird dragged her to the village where our healer bandaged her." <em>Deep inhale and exhale</em> "Afterwards me and Blaze were inseparable, at the time I wasn't sure what I felt for her but together we'd get into all kinds of trouble. I taught her Dusk's unique way of life, she became one of the tribe in return she would regale me with stories of her travels. She was wonderful and cared for me but not out of obligation...." <em>Silence</em> "Well like I said I hit eighteen and I chose her as my bond mate after struggling with what I felt for was love. The night of our small tribal joining was magical, something I'll never forget. The way her hair shimmered in the oil lamps light."<br/><br/>I: "It didn't last..."<br/><br/><em>Snort and laughing</em><br/><br/>A: "Life is fleeting sir, there are no guarantees. One thing you learn on Dusk is to always cherish every minute you get with loved ones.  However yes that night as we lay together the village was attacked by a rival tribe. We put up a fight but the darkness took advantage of the chaos. Demons joined the battle from the surrounding woods slaughtering both sides as they laughed. Well me and Blaze ran from the burning village not wanting to be consumed by the dark shapes that danced in the flames. We were kids...didn't know better. We were picked up days later by another recuriting expedition who found us tired and collapsed on the side of the road."<br/><br/>I: "Indeed, you were joined to a regiment that did quick strikes by air or land. It says here that Castilla or Blaze was assigned to a different company but you guys still sent letters. I dare say you were dancing the edge with Slannesh Sergeant, those emotions would of consumed you." <br/><br/>A: "You jealous sir?"<br/><br/><em>Silence</em><br/><br/>I: "Moving on your service record for the next two years were exceptional, says here in Operation Hunt that you proved yourself the promotion you have now. Dropped on a planet to repel the insurrection of traitor guards you were tasked with hitting some critical fuel depots. Drop went wrong and you found yourself alone in enemy territory." <em>Dataslate beeps</em> "Can you tell me about that, Sergeant?"<br/><br/><em>Inhale and exhale</em><br/><br/>A: "Don't remember much about drop itself sir. The Valkyrie was burning and the green light came on, I didn't think I just jumped. My grav cute must of caught a piece of flak because next thing I know I was veering to the right.  Looking back I realized the problem, didn't take a drunken ork to figure out. The left thruster on my pack was gone typical of these fancy tech devices. Well I hit the ground somewhat hard after breaking my fall with some trees." <em>Coughing and grinding followed by a cigarette being lit</em> "Got any recaff sir? Ah thank you..." <em>Clanging of a metal cup, pouring of liquid then a generous gulp</em> "Right where were I? Yes, yes, hitting the ground. Well I didn't have a map but a compass so I got my gear situated and headed south towards friendly lines. Well I didn't find anyone but I found plenty of the enemy they were like maggots in ration packs. I came to the point where they were so numerous that I figured I was a goner. So I cut my losses and figured if I'm going to die I'll make it worth it." <em>Sipping</em> "Well one thing led to another but I found a ruined town to hide in and from there I used nearby resources to disrupt supplies, kill gaurds, damage equipment. Man Marbo would be so proud of me. Having them in such disarray that by the time the mighty Imperial war machine managed to gain ground like five months later they didn't put up much of a fight. Called me a hero back at headquarters, the man who put down the insurrection single handed but I was just doing my job."<br/><br/>I: "The Imperium is lucky to have a man like you ."<br/><br/>A: "I don't fight for the Imperium....sir."<br/><br/>I: "Careful with your words, Sergeant."<br/><br/>A: "If you were here to kill me, it would of been done already." <br/><br/><em>Silence then someone clearing their throat</em><br/><br/>I: "Several more commendations in the following operations of note. Holding out for four days with your squad before relief came, being selected to do a quick strike on a Farseer and her band. You won the ensuing melee against her which is a feat to do considering the xenos innate agility. You're a proven man to get things done, I'm glad to see that."<br/><br/><em>Sipping</em><br/><br/>A: "Going to ask me out sir?"<br/><br/>I: "Now let's move past that to t-"<br/><br/>A: "We're done with foreplay sir?"<br/><br/><em>Clearing of a throat</em><br/><br/>I: "Right now we come to the events that happened eight years ago. Th-"<br/><br/>A: "Mara..." <em>Silence for a few minutes interrupted by the occasional sipping</em><br/><br/>I: "Are you comfortable talking about it, Sergeant?"<br/><br/>A: "I assumed that is why you called me in. My background and the fact you probably need a new lackey. I know I'm marked sir, so not talking isn't a choice here." <em>Gulp and metal hitting wood, pouring of liquid</em> "Ask your damn questions, sir."<br/><br/>I: "Tell me what happened Sergeant, in your words."<br/><br/><em>Drumming of fingers and someone drinking for a few minutes</em><br/><br/>A: "The actual landing I don't remember much about, it was a mixed transport but we were all headed to Tranch. It was an uneventful trip for the most part. I was catching up with Blaze after not seeing her for a year except in pictures and letters. She had been assigned to my company after heavy causalities of her last one. It was so nice to finally...hold her..." <em>Silence</em> "Soon after the ship lost engine power, we were ordered to make a landing to seek aide given they detected some buildings on the surface. I lost consciousness during the ride down, a gun from the luggage racks hit me in the head."<br/><br/>I: "When did you wake up?"<br/><br/>A: "A few hours later with Castilla over me tending to my wounds. While I was out most of the officers had set up a camp around the transport, organizing the remaining troops for defense. Apparently it was an easy landing and they soon began to mount expeditions out across the bleak icy landscape. God we didn't know what hit us. Something far more terrible then a ork running at you, more frightening then a 'Nid invasion consuming a planet. Something that would of been birthed straight out of Dusk's swamps and never looked twice at. We all knew that the Imperial Navy would get us in a few days, we had supplies to last. It seemed way too easy...too easy...." <em>Sipping and silence</em><br/><br/>I: "Sergeant?"<br/><br/>A: "Yes sir?"<br/><br/>I: "Can you continue?"<br/><br/>A: "Yes sir, sorry about that. Anyways the first day was a hint of what was to come, rations going missing, people going missing after a fierce blizzard and weird headaches that our medics couldn't dull the pain. I felt it too like something scratching at the door to the edges of my mind different then anything I experienced on Dusk. Like...insect wings beating constantly trying to find a way in past my skin. Second day was the worst as men and woman began to be overcome with seizures and doubled over with pain, many babbling foreign words. Our perimeter shrunk as the manpower dwindled even the officers were effected. The Commissar was ranting and raving before walking off into the icy wastes. I will never forget the looks of madness in that medical tent...of minds broken. You hear it around village fires at night told by old shamans on Dusk, this was raw though. The beating gave way to whispers...I couldn't make out the words but they seemed to luring me towards a happier place. Slowly I was losing it despite the fact I've seen such things before, felt these things. God this was different it eroded your will as the cold ate at your skin. One of the most terrible feelings in the world. Even Dusk could prepare me for the next day. " <em>Gulping, pouring</em> "Third day was when it went to hell, all started in the morning when one of the medics inserted a new IV into one of the comatose men....through his eye. I can't even describe the way men went absolutely nuts that day. It's something that I was taught to not mention the things I saw or invite the demons back. The words grew louder almost at a scream now leaving me with a headache. Around me...horrors were happening straight out of the stories I remember as a kid. The company commander used his force sword to flay off the skin on his face, screaming as he bled to death. Our priest shoved the Imperium symbol into a Gaurdmen's head yelling about repentance. One Sergeant saw it fit to decorate his tent with his squads body parts before taking a bath in the blood using a heart for soap. The damn fools in orbit starting sending more bodies down, I'll never understand why. Amidst that hell the Commissar came back..." <em>Silence</em><br/><br/>I: "What happened?"<br/><br/>A: "He came out of the snow, naked covered in blood...his blood. The only article of clothing was his flak great coat that was torn. He had scored symbols of the occult onto his skin the blood freezing middrip. No one stopped him...no one stopped him...I ran with Blaze who was curled up in a ball babbling to make the buzzing stop in a nearby tent. Why I ran...don't know my survival instincts kicked in. Just ran sir just ran as fast as I could...didn't care where just ran. I don't know how long I was running from the voices that screamed and tore at the edge of my mind, to save Blaze...get away...I'm sorry...." <em>Silence</em><br/><br/>I: "Sergeant?" <em>Chair moving, table creaks followed by a yell of terror then sniffle.</em><br/><br/>A: "Sorry sir...just need more recaff and a smoke" <em>Lighter being clicked, deep inhale and exhale followed by hungry sips.</em> "I got to a cave in a cliff, shallow but enough of a shelter to protect form the cold. I set her down and started a fire from the little mini stove, all we had was a few days of rations at best. Setting myself down beside her I heard the voices clearer they encouraged me to give in and just let go. I heard Blaze stir so I looked at her, catching her green eyes catch mine with clarity. In her lucid moment she simply said..."Don't" before madness took her again. I sat there for three days...listening to her babble and feeling the cold creep in. I fought the voices, I fought the...incests crawling into my mind for us...I fought for us...." <em>Sipping and sobbing</em> "I woke up on the sixth day to Blaze pinning me to the ground, her green eyes were different....consumed by something. She wasn't Castilla...no...I struggled with her and that was when I noticed that she was naked. Taken my knife in my sleep to carve lewd symbols into her body. The flawless body marred with blood and symbols of Chaos. In my head someone was laughing, taunting me as I managed to get her off of me. I...I...she...I..she...came at me with that knife a malicious grin on her lips asking me to join her in pleasure. My Castilla was gone by then...but I hoped...FUCK I hoped!"<br/><br/>I: "Your emotions got the better of you, if you didn't I doubt Chaos could of succeeded."<br/><br/><em>Something hits the table hard and chair being pulled back</em><br/><br/>A: "Don't you fucking judge me Inquisitor, after all the things I've done for the Imperium. Everything I've done to be who I am, how far I've come..don't you fucking tell me what I should of done. I'll fucking slap you so hard it'll feel like you hit a cruisers armored prow. Fuck you sir...now do you want me to finish or not?"<br/><br/>I: "Yes, Sergeant," <em>Chair creaks</em><br/><br/>A: "I parlayed with her trying to disarm her but she wouldn't stop, nothing I did would bring her back. Then it happened...she had her fingers around my throat with strength that I couldn't stop. It was so inhuman the way those dead eyes stared into mine. Blackness was creeping into my vision as the voice laughed at me calling me weak. I was fading as I struggled for my laspistol. Then there was a sharp whine and the smell of burnt flesh, her warm body at my feet. I took her in my arms and stared, crying, yelling for her to forgive me as something danced around me calling me a murderer. In her last lucid moment I say those green eyes light up as the real Blaze came back her lips twisting into a smile. "Goodbye...." was the last thing she said tracing my cheek leaving blood on it before it went limp...she went limp." <em>Sobbing and a chair creaking</em><br/><br/>I: "That all Sergeant?"<br/><br/>A: "Yeah...."<br/><br/>I:"Says the rescue party found you holding her with severe frostbite, and they couldn't get you to let go. It took the medicae on board to finally drug you into removing the body. Says her body was sent to us."<br/><br/>A:"What did you do to her sir?"<br/><br/>I:"I wouldn't be able to tell you Sergeant but she was burned given the Chaos contamination."<br/><br/>A: "Contamination...just numbers to you aren't we...just toys for your amusement."<br/><br/>I: "If it's any condolence Sergeant, your earlier hunch was correct. I think you'll make a fine acolyte, your experiences, passions and skills will aide the Inquisition a lot. This concludes our initial interview and you seem to be a suitable candidate. I look forward to further interviews."<br/><br/><em>Silence followed by sound of something being put on the table.</em><br/><br/>I: Dismissed Sergeant Antoz<br/><br/>++++++++++++++++++++++<br/>End of Recording<br/></div></div></div><br/><strong>Desired Ordos:</strong>Ordo Malleus or Ordo Sepulturum, anything that allows him to fight Chaos<br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Bilious: Reserved,suspicious and angry yet very watchful and aware. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1K9jBL2syJ8)<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Appearance</span></strong><br/><strong>Height:</strong>2.1 m<br/><strong>Build:</strong>Well Built<br/><strong>Weight:</strong>90 kg<br/><strong>Hair Color:</strong>Black cropped short<br/><strong>Eye Color:</strong>Brown<br/><strong>Skin:</strong>Fair<br/><strong>Quirk:</strong>Extensive scarring across his face and body<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Group Associations:</strong></span><br/><em>Imperial Guard:</em>Being still an active member of Imperial Guard and drawing a wage, Sergeant Antoz has several contacts within the massive organization. Many of those contacts are fellow Sergeants, some officers and a few Stormtroopers.<br/><br/><em>Imperial Navy</em>Given that the Imperial Guard works side by side with the Navy, Antoz has garnered a few contacts on his various times aboard ships. One of the more major contacts was one of the naval officers that consoled him after picking him up from Mara. Antoz and Brutis, the ships gunnery officer, are still great drinking buddies to this day.<br/><br/><strong>Inquisitor 1:</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Restricted Access</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>Name:</em> Gallus Haxtus  (http://digital-art-gallery.com/oid/37/986x1500_7789_Atlas_Inferno_2d_fantasy_death_chaos_inquisitor_picture_image_digital_art.jpg)<br/><em>Ordos:</em> Malleus<br/><em>Faction:</em> Oblationist <br/><em>Reason:</em> The Inquisitor that found his name in the Mara records, and called him in as a candidate. Antoz being touched already by the warp means he's a powerful weapon to be used. Also the man who guided him and helped in learning the things that came with being inducted in the Inquisition.</div></div><br/><strong>Inquisitor 2:</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Restricted Access</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>Name:</em> Taura Sila (http://th02.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/f/2013/256/3/9/inquisitor_lilith_abfequarn_by_speeh-d6j60gq.jpg)<br/><em>Ordos:</em> Malleus<br/><em>Faction:</em> Ocularians <br/><em>Reason:</em> She talked to Antoz after the Mara incident, told him that he had a destiny to serve the Inquisition but not at the time. When he would be called by them he should answer. His fate would reunite him with Castilla and make him a hero in the eyes of his comrades. Although a brief encounter, she had a lasting impact on Antoz.</div></div><br/><strong>Orientation:</strong><br/>Given the fact he's been touched by Chaos energy leaving voices still whispering at the edges of his mind pushing him into a rage when uncontrolled Antoz is unsure where he stands. Combined with the passion he feels to pay Chaos back by any means even utilizing what they gave him to keep others from suffering his fate. The willingness to throw himself at the enemy with little disregard for his own life, to sacrifice himself to end the nightmare. All this makes Antoz a strong leaner towards the radical side (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1mjlM_RnsVE).<br/><br/><strong>Notes to GM:</strong><br/>Took Mara's background package<br/>Last 100 xp on Pistol Training (SP)