Finished, I hope :)Name:
Sevatar Khansin Age:
88 Tanstar (World Type
) Schola Progenium - Naval DepotWS:
9 Fate Points
Die if you must, but not with your spirit broken Income Level: Experience (Unspent/Total):
Tutored in the Profane
Skill at Arms
Resistance (Psychic powers)
Basic Weapon training (Las)
Melee weapon training (Primitive)
Pistol training (Las, SP)
Forbidden Lore (Cults, Deamonology, Heresy, Psykers, Warp, Xenos) (Int)
Common Lore (Tech) (Int)Trained Skills:
Common Lore (Imperium) (Int)
Drive (Ground vehicle) (Ag)
Pilot (Civilian craft) (Ag)
Scholastic Lore (Legend) (Int)
Speak Language (Low Gothic, High Gothic, Eldar) (Int)
Trade (Copyist) (Int)Equipment:
321 thrones (285 spent)
Xeno mesh armour (AP4 arms, body, legs)
Stub automatic (50) + 3 spare clips (30) + silencer (10)
Common street clothing (?)
Cold TradeDesired Ordos:
Leaning towards XenosPersonality
Sevatar is a fair unremarkable young man, at least in physical terms, which is exactly what he is supposed to be. This allows him to blend into almost any crowd without standing out. He is not particularly talkative, and can frequently be found browsing a dataslate if he does not have anything more pressing to do. When he comes to know someone he is inclined to be more socialable. He is quite fond of trivia, tends to know a little bit about a lot of things, and has won a few thrones in trivia games.
At least, that is the facade he presents. Behind the unassuming face and easy going manner is a mind as cold and calculating as a a cogitator, backed up by a will that knows any action is justifiable if it serves a higher purpose, and everyone is ultimately expendable. When necessary, he is quite capable of cold blooded murder, prefering the (silenced) stub automatic he carries.AppearanceHeight:
Sevatar was raised in one of the smaller Schola Progenium on the Naval Depot 88 Tanstar, Saint Drusus's. If asked, he will talk about the things any Scholar would, harsh drill Abbots, endless test, the rigorous training of mind and body that turns orphans into productive Imperial citizens. He still remembers the other training, the lessons on things that would turn any Puritan white, but only in his dreams. Much of that knowledge lies locked away in his head, there til he needs it.
He has little memory of his parents. He believes they were voidfarers, perhaps Battlefleet, but has never been able to find out exactly what. By the time he left the Schola, he had little curiosity about that any more.
To his surprise, while most of his classmates entered the ranks of the Guard or the Administratum, he found himself being assigned to the fleet of the House of Ramirez, Rogue Traders of some note. Before leaving, he sought out Scholar-Abott Venn, the tutor he had gotten along best with, and asked why his assignment was so different to the rest of the class. Venn looked down into him and said calmly "I can't say." He then gave a small shrug. "Those are the orders you have been given, your's is not to question them. I am sure you will find this service one that suits you."
Sevatar was brought aboard with a dozen other Ensigns, and tutored in all aspects of shipboard life, trade and command. He was assigned as The Ramirez's personal ensign, carrying out whatever tasks were required, and learning quietly in the background all the time.Group Associations:
Rogue Trader Juan Sanchez Ramirez
The Ramirez family have held a Warrant of Trade for since the Calixis sector was brought under Imperial control, their fleet of a dozen or so ships carrying all kinds of cargo across the entire sector. The flagship is Attero Dominatus, The Ramirez's own command, and a match for anything up to the size of a light cruiser.
The current Ramirez seems to have almost a 6th sense for finding salvage, wreckage of ships long lost to the void that often yield valuable cargo, and the occasional victims of pirates and raiders. Indeed, the freighter 'Dutiful Son' he found drifting, the only sign of the crew being a handfull of bloodstains on the floor. He put a prize crew onboard it and brought it back to port, though keeping a crew on it is hard, as it has a bad reputation. Some crewmen leave after only a single voyage, claiming to see the shades of the former crew, or hear inexplicable noises. He has replaced as many of the non essential roles with servitors as he can, but still needs to keep a few real void sailors aboard.
The Eldar Ranger, Amarial
Sevatar encountered Amarial in a small station outpost in the Merates Cluster. Ramirez had been docked there for resupply, and had given Sevatar leave to explore the station, with the same admonition he gave all the crew he was letting off the ship "Don't get into trouble you can't talk or fight your way out of, don't get killed and be back aboard in 12 hours or you'll be left behind."
While exploring the seedier side of an already seedy station, he happened across a quiet back-alley deal, the sale of what looked to be a perfectly functional Eldar shuriken pistol. His curiosity roused, he trailed the seller back to what appeared to be their base of operations. When the lights went out, a couple of hours later, he cautiously broke in, using his tech skills to disable the alarms and then the locks.
With his silenced pistol he killed the 4 men he found inside while they slept, and chained securely in a dingy, windowless box that barely fit the word room he found the much abused Amarial. To this day, he does not know entirely why he freed her from her captivity and smuggled her back onto his ship. Four months later he smuggled her back off the ship, leaving her on the world of Fedrid. As she crossed the treeline from the Port into the jungle itself she turned and spoke the second word she had ever said to him (the first being "Here" when they arrived in orbit of Fedrid). "Why?", in accented but perfectly understandable Low Gothic.
He answered the with the only truth he had. "It was necessary". She nodded once, pressed a small jewel into his hand, and disappeared into the jungle. The jewel he had set in a small broach which he wears as a keepsake. Anyone who asks about it he says it a memento of a woman he once knew, and does not like to talk about it.
Since that time, he has spotted her twice, two years later on Ganf Magna and again 6 months ago on Vaxanide, now dressed in what he recognizes as typical Ranger garb.
Second Lieutenant Sabbatine Macharia
of the Battlefleet Calixus Lunar Class Cruiser 'His Will'.
Sabbatine was perhaps Sevatar's only real close friend at the Schola, much more physically adept than her studious friend. Though the two were approximately of the same age, she treated him as a younger brother, and the two have kept in touch (infrequently) since she joined the Fleet Academy, and he the enterage of Rogue Trader Ramirez.Inquisitor 1:
Name: Lilith Quiyie
Female: Extremely attractive, wears clothing that flatters her form. Believed to have subtle mechanicus implants including haptic interface and pheromone generators. Probable psyker, grade unknown. Xenos specialty - Eldar.
Name: Karis Demetros
Faction: Seculos Attendous (Radicals Handbook P126)
Male, appears mid 40s, left side of face shows extensive scaring, right side covered by metal plate, cybernetic eye. Normally carries ornate bolt pistol and several digital weapons, as well as a power mace.
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