You know, it'd be really awesome if someone were to produce a pirated scan of said new books. Not that I endorse piracy >.>
Now, my character (+ denotes an advance):Nihila "Zee" Zetkin
- Imperial Worlder (Paradise Planet)
Slender Stripling, age 19
Dyed White skin, Grey hair, Grey eyes
Has a dueling scar across her face
Assassin: Nighthawk Rank
Divination: "There are no civillians in the battle for survival!"
-Head 5 (7 against Primitive weapons)
-Body 7 (11 against Primitive weapons)
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Melee Weapons (Primitive, +Shock)
Pistol (Las, SP)
Basic Weapons (SP)
Neuro-Gauntlet: counts as stun baton (1d10+3 I, P0, Shocking)
Autogun + 3 clips of 30 (1d10+3 I, P0)
Knife (1d5+3 R, P0)
4 doses Stimm
Sword (1d10+3 R)
Mesh Vest (Body, AP 4)
Flak Helmet (Head, AP 2)
1 pack of Lho Sticks
41 Throne GeltBackground:
Zee was born on a lovely paradise planet, where live was wonderful for everyone. Of course, all Imperial citizens believe their planet is the best, but hers actually might have been. It wasn't long, however, before she overindulged in the luxuries, soon getting into a life of sex, drugs and violence. When she came home bleeding from the face, up to her eyes on Obscura, her parents decided enough was enough. She received medical attention, though a scar was left on her face, and was disciplined, before being shown data-discs of other, less fortunate worlds of the Imperium, and the eternal war that wages across the cosmos.
Understanding that she had taken her life for granted, Nihila was ashamed of her actions, so registered to aid the Imperium. For some time, she believed she was being trained as an Arbiter or Soldier, however the skills did seem a little peculiar. Soon after, it was revealed that she had passed the requirements to be an assassin, and was taken to one of the Eversor temples for further training.
Having just been promoted, no longer a mere death cultist but an actual Eversor assassin, Zee has been told she will serve an Inquisitor and spend her life shedding blood in the Emperor's name.Personality:
Nihila is addicted to her own endorphins and adrenaline. As such, not only does she often pump herself full of combat drugs, she is also extremely active, often moving about. Likewise, to sate her appetite for endorphins, she throws herself into everything, actively seeking out both pleasure and pain. She works hard, plays hard, and somehow manages to rest hard as well. Very bold and active, she has intimidated more than one lover in the past, almost seeming predatory and insatiable.
Although she only has an eye for other girls, she is not above using her body on males for the Emperor.Appearance:
Nihila's skin used to be lightly tanned, once upon a time. But now, thanks to chemical and laser staining, it is as white as plaster. Likewise her shoulder-length silky hair has been altered to be a silver-grey, matching her naturally grey eyes. There is almost no colour to Zee, though she often wears bright red lipstick, standing out in stark contrast to the rest of her. A raised scar runs diagonally across her face, from above her left eye to the middle of her right cheek.
Nihila has a slender, athletic body, with firm, toned muscles. Below the neck, she has no hair at all, thanks to laser and radiation "therapy". She does not look like a youth, however, with curved hips and soft B-cup breasts capped by pointed pink nipples.How Zee met the Inquisitor:
She was introduced after she succeeded in her training and graduated as an Eversor assassin.What Inquisition means to her:
Life, duty and redemption. She feels her life has been a waste previously, and now she can earn it back and make up for lost time.What she is willing to sacrifice:
Both her body and mind are prices she will easily pay - she cares not about pain, injuries, death, shame or insanity. However, she highly values her soul, feeling it is what sets humans apart from filthy Xenos. She will not dabble with daemons or psykic forces - though she has no problem with psykers themselves.What she desires:
Sensation: the rush of adrenaline as she leaps into battle, a long, fast chase, drugs racing through her system, the taste of her own blood, her skin burning with pain or tingling with pleasure.What she hates:
Weak-willed people too caught up in their petty little lives to serve the Imperium.