Wil Maine

"YOU THINK YOU KNOW! Argh, sorry. Lesser daemon clawing at my brain."

Description:

Name: Wil Maine

Career: Imperial Psyker

Rank: Sanctionite

Homeworld: Void Born


Characteristics-

Wounds: 12

Fate Points: 3

Insanity Points: 2

Move: 3/6/9/18

Weapon Skill: 32

Ballistic Skill: 35

Strength: 20

Toughness: 32

Agility: 34

Intelligence: 36

Perception: 30

Willpower: 36

Fellowship: 33


Traits-

Charmed

Ill-Omened

Shipwise

Void Accustomed

The Horror, the Horror


Talents-

Melee Weapon Training (Primitive)

Pistol Weapon Training (SP)

Psy Rating 1.


Skills-

Basic Skills

Forbidden Lore (The Warp) (Int)

Speak Language (Low Gothic) (Int)

Psyniscience (Per)

Invocation (WP)

Trade (Merchant) (Fel)

Literacy (Int).


Starting Gear-

Thrones: 54

Sword

Staff

Compact las pistol and 1 charge pack

knife (psykana mercy blade)

quilted vest

tatty robe (Poor Quality Clothing)

book of Imperial saints

Psy-Focus

sanctioning brand.


Psykik Powers-

Healer

Flash Bang


*Experience Purchases-

Willpower Advance Simple (+5)

Forbidden Lore (The Warp)

Sound Constitution

Pistol Training (Las)

Bio:

For most sanctioned Psykers, their life as a member of the Imperium begins with the sight of one of the dread black ships of the Inquisitorium. These black ships collect Psykers from every corner of the Imperium and bring them to holy Terra, where those strong enough are tested and those too weak are made sacrifices to the glory of the God-Emperor.

Your life began a bit differently. It was not you that was picked up by the black ships but your mother, who was heavy with child at the time. A month into the journey, she gave birth. Perhaps it was being surrounded by the Void at the time of your birth, or perhaps the Warp had simply been waiting, but your mother was possessed by a daemon within moments of your first cries as a newborn.

What happened after is unknown. What is known is that the Daemon slaughtered the crew and every other psyker aboard. When the derelict black ship was investigated by the Inquisitorium a month later, the only living thing aboard was you. The daemon was nowhere to be seen. To this day, none can speculate why the daemon spared you, or even how you survived an entire month. What is perfectly clear is that you are somehow favored by both the Warp and the Void.

As you grew, a debate raged to either sacrifice you to the God-Emperor or train you in the ways of the Psykana. Eventually, a powerful Inquisitor known as Sand took you under his care, and you have been trained as a sanctioned Psyker ever since.

You have never known life outside of Terra, but you have dreamed such sweet dreams. Dreams of stars and endless blackness.

At last, some of those dreams may come true. You have been called by Inquisitor Sand for your first mission.

Wil Maine

Corrupted Blood Shikou