Quint Sham

"Xenos! Bah. Gangers chasin' ya in a dead hab during hivequake is scarrier any day."


Name: Quint Sham

Career: Scum

Rank: Dreg

Homeworld: Scintilla (Hiveworld)


Wounds: 11

Fate Points: 3

Move: 3/6/9/18

Weapon Skill: 24

Ballistic Skill: 36

Strength: 30

Toughness: 21

Agility: 33

Intelligence: 29

Perception: 34

Willpower: 27

Fellowship: 48


Accustomed to Crowds

Caves of Steel





Melee Weapon Training (Primitive)

Pistol Training (SP)

Basic Weapon Training (SP)


Basic Skills

Tech Use (Int)

Speak Language (Scintilla) (Int)

Speak Language (Low Gothic) (Int)

Blather (Fel)

Charm (Fel)

Deceive (Fel)

Awareness (Per)

Common Lore (Imperium) (Int).

Starting Gear-

Thrones: 58

Autopistol and 1 clip

brass knuckles


quilted vest

street ware (Poor Quality Clothing).

*Experience Purchases-

Ballistic Skill Advance Simple (5)

Agility Advance Simple (

Fellowship Advance Simple (+5)

Sound Constitution


You shouldn’t have lived this long. Your life has been filled with so many horrible events and unlucky encounters that it is a miracle of the infinite universe that you are still alive.

You’ve been an orphan, a thief, a swindler, a guide, an informant, a ganger, a dredge, and done any other kind of work in the lower portions of your hive to stay alive. The only things you’ve been armed with throughout your pitiful existence have been your fast wit and faster tongue. The knife you carry has helped too.

You’ve lived in the underhive for as long as you can remember, which is about 20 cycles. You don’t know who you were or what you were doing before you woke up bleeding from the head at the bottom of an air-purifier shaft. And lets just say that’s the happiest memory that you still have.

Still, maybe your luck is turning. Being grabbed by an Arbitrator from your bed in the middle of the night, thrown into the back of a cell-car, and driven to the very HQ of the Inquisitorium of Scintilla has to be a good thing, right? Right?

Quint Sham

Corrupted Blood Shikou