Divination: “A mind without purpose will wander in dark places."
WS – 37
BS – 27
Str – 34
T – 42
Agi – 39
Int – 30
Per – 28
WP – 39
Fel – 32
Weapon Training: Melee (Primitive), Pistol (SP)
Skills: Awareness, Dodge, Speak (Low Gothic), Common Lore (Imperial Creed, Eclesiarchy +10), Trade (Copyist, Cook), Literacy
Wealth: 2 TG
Gear: Backpack, Flak Jacket Aquila Necklace, Ecclesiarchy Robes, 4 Candles, Charm (skull), Backpack, Writing Kit, Auto Quill, Micro-bead, 2 Lamp Packs, Respirator, 40 bullets (Stub Auto), 2 Frag Grenades
Armor: Flak Jacket 35 (Arms, Torso, Legs), “Naval” shield 8 (Left arm)
Naspian Hammer Melee DAM: 1d10+1(+3) PEN: 3 SPECIAL: Unbalanced
“Naval” shield Melee DAM: 1d5(+3) PEN: 0 SPECIAL: Defensive, Primitive
Stub Automatic Pistol DAM: 1d10+3 PEN: 0 RNG: 30m SPECIAL:
Throwing Knives Thrown DAM: 1d5(+3) PEN: 0 RNG: 5m SPECIAL: Primitive
Born aboard the warship, the Truth of Fire, Lupus was a very devout child. His father served in the Naspian 3rd Imperial Regiment. Naspian was a large Terran planet with notably higher gravity then that of Holy Terra. Construction was particularly difficult due to the extra gravity so the people built out instead of up. By Imperial standards Naspian was feral, with lithe powerful beasts roaming the country side, and only a man’s wit and blade (or hammer in this case) as his defenses. Or so Lupus had been told, for he has never and probably would never see the planet of his ancestors.
His father spoke a lot of the rolling planes, towns, people, rituals, traditions, legends, and animals from Naspian where he had grown up. This proved quite a stark contrast to Lupus’s world, within the confines of the ship. His mother had joined the Naspian 3rd almost a year prior to his conception, serving as a nurse. Although they were never officially married, the whole regiment knew and accepted the couple as a pair.
As is common among other regiments, many men and women joined up after their world had been liberated by the guardsmen. Naturally, men of the regiment took a liking to the addition women and on occasion the opposite was true as well. Many children had been born of this. These children, born into a life of noise, blood, and loss had to grow up in the tireless gears of the Imperial War machine. With the parents busy with work, they would leave their children in the watchful care of the local Ecclesiarch chapel. There the children learned of the Emperor’s love and protection.
Lupus especially grew to love the Emperor and the holy writ which lay before him. He imagined when his father went off to fight, that he would become the heroes of legends. Battling the enemies of the Imperium for glory and honor, so upon his return to the ship, battle scared and dirty after months of fighting. Lupus would ask for stories, and his father would oblige. He would tell stories of swirling melees, close calls, and the roar of machines. His father was a member of a supply company, they had to fight of ambushes and raiders at every corner of their travels. Though his father wasn’t a front line soldier he was battle scared and had been wounded on more times then Lupus could count.
When his father was too tired or had told all his stories, Lupus would wonder around the regiment. Talking among the other soldiers befriending many while shunned and shooed away by others. His favorite stories often came from the men of the armored companies. Whose powerful machines often changed the course of many a battle.
The crews of the tanks formed small families each trusted each other and relied on one another to keep their war machine moving and fighting. One would start a story, and soon the whole crew would begin correcting him or piping in with extravagant details. Lupus eventually learned each of the vehicle’s crew and in turn the vehicle. This however, proved foolhardy for him as the vehicles or worse the crew didn’t always come back from battle.
His mother was always worried whenever the troops came back. The supply companies were usually one of the last ones aboard having to take care of packing, inventory, and shipping before jumping planet. She worked as a nurse in a medical tent. Many men of the regiment owed their lives to her, and so would often humor Lupus while they rested in the medicae. Though she would inevitable come and take Lupus away with the saying, “Let him sleep honey, the Emperor needs him to fight another day.”
War is a terrible necessity in the Imperium, and the loss of friends throughout his young age hardened him to the world. He grew to trust in the Emperor more and more, man was mortal. Thus they died and died often in large numbers. Though Lupus wished his father to be a grand hero of yore, it did not come to pass.
As the massive transport warship lifted from low orbit, Lupus dashed about the busy loading dock looking for his father. Until he came upon a group of dirty war tired men, with the insignia of his father’s company tattooed upon their shoulders. He recognized them, and they him. They were silent, solemn, and few in numbers. A first sergeant of the company told him that the convoy had been ambushed by a large enemy force. Few had survived. It took his mother a while to get over the loss of her love. She continued her duties as a nurse, though something was gone from her.
Only a warzone later, Lupus had finished with his duties and went to see his mother at work. As he drew near, he saw the building had been cordoned off. Armed men surrounded the perimeter, each in full combat dress and rebreather. A bioweapon had been released inside the hospice. Looking past the guard, he saw his mother pounding upon the window. Lupus charged forward, but was hauled back by the guard, kicking and screaming. Lupus was ushered away from the area by long time family friends in the regiment. At the age of 11 Lupus had lost both his parents and now these soldiers became his closes friends and god-parents, while the Church became his family.
Without an actual family Lupus turned to Emperor for guidance against his solus. Lupus would spend his days reading of the Emperor and studying history. Methodically going through every book he was able to read. The priests found his devotion inspiring. Soon any free time he had was split between books, the preachers, and stories. Helping priests with errands and aiding in their studies, then running off to carouse with the regiment. Lupus would gather stories and even begun writing down the more interesting ones on “purchased” parchment. As he would leave a small pile of change in the paper’s stead.
When he came of age, he was accepted into regimental training. He would train for long hours and then in the evening return for supper and study. The regiment prided themselves in their close-quarters capacity. While other regiments trained with lasgun and bayonet, the men of the Naspian regiments trained with their sledge hammer like weapons. The hammer is a symbol of strength in Naspian culture and a formidable cudgel when wielded properly.
Once a soldier has proven himself in mach combat with the hammer, then they are trained with the lasgun and other weapons of the Imperium. Owning and wielding a Naspian hammer was a great honor within the regiment. Most were manufactured from their home world, and shipped along with the tithe. They are designed as a single handed weapon, as to free the other hand for a pistol or shield. As such, officers often forgo the usual laspistol and sword pair of other regiments in favor of the hammer and shield.
So the trainees were taught the finer art of using the Naspain Hammer against armed and unarmed opponents. Along with defensive martial forms to repel, redirect, and even kill attackers with and without the hammer. Though a capable fighter, Lupus was generally regarded as an outcast by his peers. He was often teased for reading and writing so much. Though only once did someone joke about his parents. Lupus was sub sequentially punished for breaking multiple bones about the young man’s face and arms, due to multiple strikes with one of the training hammers.
The adults of the regiment however still enjoyed his company. Lupus grew out of childhood quickly. He became a sanctioned cleric of the Emperor at the age of 18, and fought for the first time on the battle field shortly after that. Armed simply with shield, hammer, and faith Lupus inspired a pinned downed platoon into a righteous fervor clearing out 2 bunkers before he took a las round to the leg and arm. Aided by the rallied platoon’s medic Jeremiah, a friend of his mother, Lupus continued to fight for the rest of the battle.
Lupus charged over the ridge headlong into a heavy stubber team. Caught off guard by his sudden appearance, they only got a few rounds off. His shield was hit and was torn from his arm, but he didn’t stop. He hurled himself into the pit swinging hard into the gunner. The strike hit the heretic in the face, caving it in with a geyser of blood. Tackling the loader, Lupus strangled the heretic to death as the platoon surged in behind him.
Lupus was claimed as the hero of that day by the men of the platoon. When the Ecclesiarchy heard of his heroism, the battle priests took him under their wing. They taught him the fallacy of the human mind. That the mind is weak if not properly molded and reminded constantly of what its beliefs are. They also spoke of the lost minds of murders, rapists, and thieves which are rarely salvageable and are often just as perverse as heretics. They are the scum of the Imperium and their presence must be removed whenever it is found or else the seed of heresy will spread. Lupus had indeed witnessed this on the battlefield many times, looters stealing from civilians, women killed after being tied up and raped.
Once he had discovered a guardsmen in the act of armed robbery. The soldier was one of Lupus’ training peers. The senseless young man Lupus had hospitalized for his deplorable behavior. This “guardsman” tried to talk his way out of it, but Lupus had seen and heard enough, and now Lupus held authority and dealt with the traitor accordingly. He left the alley, hammer and robes covered in blood and sinew. “The Emperor’s will be done…” he muttered under his breath.
Still even though the theatre of war called to him, Lupus still enjoyed the art of writing and would often record the stories of fellow soldiers and heroes within the regiment. Keeping the scrolled up paper as a kind of historical reference, which would be stored in a vault he had purchased with his clerical earnings. The men he served with should be remembered with their own words not some cold calculating adept.
So life continued as such for years until one day the bishop of the church had approached Lupus while he studied. The bishop rarely spoke directly anyone outside the higher rankings of the church. This was made apparent by his lack of mannerisms of everyday speech and instead sounded more like he was giving a sermon when he spoke. He told Lupus that a message had come from a near by reclamation world and had specifically requested his presence.
When Lupus asked why, the bishop responded, “The path will become clear, once you step upon it.” It was a line from an old story Lupus had read. The story was about a shepherd in search of a flock. With a bow, the bishop left the room as quickly as he came. When out of ear shot, Lupus went about gathering his equipment for his journey. Including new paper (storing the used ones), ink, and his favored mechanical quill, gifted to him by his god-parents. His mind wondered about what this planet would look like, what the people would be like, and prayed to the Emperor for his safe arrival.
After saying many hearty goodbyes to his family and the members of the church he was close to, Lupus boarded the transport headed for Mallus. He would miss the ship he called home for his 27 years of life, but the Emperor needed him elsewhere and Lupus would not fail in his duty.