Jon stood on the elevator platform as it rattle into the depths of the Hive no doubt passing level after level of storage and libraries holding records of events long past, real, economic and political battles long forgotten held within the surrounding area. Such was the way of the Imperium, slow, inexorable and unstoppable. That was what he and the others were here for, holy agents of the Inquisition who would move quickly to solve issues of various natures before they caused larger problems requiring the attention of the Imperial Guard and Imperial Navy.<br/><br/>Jon stood wearing brown robes made of fine wool, he was used to wearing better clothes but for the moment he was still a novice and had to wear clothes of that station. From one side of his belt was a fine mono sword the handle engraved with a dragon along it's hilt, a weapon he was skilled in using while on the other was another weapon, a large bolt pistol was displayed prominently a sure sign of his wealth. Jon did not keep the weapon loaded for fear of it being removed from him in combat and it's deadly force brought to bear against him. He had begun training with it but the hefty recoil of the deadly weapon was giving him difficulty and he did not have much experience with ranged firearms. Beneath the robes a strong build could be made out, though in some ways Jon had lead a pampered life as a noble man he had not rested entirely on his family's laurels and kept in shape. Piercing blue eyes looked ahead and his head was topped off with blonde curls.