So retardedly busy the last couple of days. Damn.
First character built in Black Crusade and I haven't played this system since Dark Heresy came out. Thoughts on the mechanics of the character are more than encouraged. Well... thoughts on any part of the character are encouraged really.BioName:
Nuriel, the One Eyed CrematorAppearance:
Nuriel is to most just a mask. A flat black one eyed mask with a single red eye staring outwards. It's the only sign of the man within as every inch of him is covered by the scarlet cowled flak duster and the heavy, fire resistant clothing beneath. Black gloves cover the hands and strips of black cloth cover the throat.
The survivor of the Pentad Imperial Guard Outpost claims to have seen the mask ripped from him and claims only chaos could have made the creature beneath it.Background:
My first memories are of soot and ash through the lens of a rebreather as we scavenged for materials on Krieg. The children of the Black House. All of us without family. Without blood to call out own. They called us isoleirt
. Trash left to the wastes. We survived. Built our strength among the rocks and the radiation and the death.
When the Imperium called the Achilus Crusade we answered and became the 132nd Death Korps Infantry Regiment. With us came the Chaplain of the Black House. We served death to the foes of the corpse emperor with flame and bolter. There was no fear for us to find on the battlefield that Krieg had not already shown us. Till Selix.
On Selix Secundus we were sent against servants of the Ruinous Powers. Sorcery, daemons, corruption... all were thrown at us. Five hundred of us hit the surface. Four of us remained by the time we breached the command center. The sorcerer waiting for us was strong. Burnt, one eye missing, and the last of the children of the Black House I took his own weapon and killed him with it. Watching him burn as I started to die.
But I didn't. A backup regimen from the Pentad Outpost pulled me from the wreckage clutching a flamer. For three months I lay in a medbay tossed upon tides of pain. Lost in the dark. That is when I started to hear the whispers. Promises of purpose... exultations of the fire's beauty... knowledge of how to turn pain into power. When I awoke I was not the same. The Warp had touched me and the flame had embraced me. Scouring away the man in me like cancer from the flesh.
I took up a new name. Nuriel. When I turned my weapon and my new found power on my fellow guardsmen I earned another. The One Eyed Cremator. The Outpost had housed 1000 soldiers in it's reinforced walls. Only one survived and he only for a few days. By the time he named his killer my trail was cold ashes.
In the days and months that followed I heard the words of my gods. I learned to pray with every flame I gave birth to. To make offerings with every enemies consumed. To earn my place in the unhallowed halls of those Powers by bringing ruin to their enemies. Awaiting the day the flame will take me one last time.
Do you understand?
- Nuriel to Commisar Caleb Talten of the 167th Fellen Infantry
Nuriel, the One Eyed Cremator
Wounds: 8 + 1d5
Corruption: 1d5 + 5
WS: 25 BS: 35
S: 20 T: 45
AG: 35 Int: 42
Per: 45 WP: 55
Fel: 21 Inf: 1d5 + 21
Pride: Devotion Disgrace: Destruction Motivation: Violence
Linguistics (Low Gothic)
Common Lore (War), Common Lore (Imperial Guard), Trade (Armourer)
Awareness, Psyniscience, Forbidden Lore: Psykers, Forbidden Lore: Warp, Interrogate, Intimidate, Dodge
Psyker, Jaded, WT (Primary & SP), Warp Sense, Cold Hearted, Orthoproxy
Manifest Flame (100xp), Fire Bolt (100xp), Mind Over Matter (100xp), Telekinetic Shield (200xp), Butcher's Offering
The Quick and the Dead (+2 Initiative)
Chaos Psyker (Psyker, Psy Rating 3, Unbound)
Stub Revolver (Common Quality)
Sword (Good Quality)
Dataslate of Arcane Lore
Corpsefire (Flamer, Legacy Weapon, Legacy of Pain, Merciless Pattern, Acquisition Mod of +10)
200 for Interrogation (Known)
200 for Forbidden Lore: Warp (Known)
250xp for Orthoproxy
250xp for Cold Hearted
100xp for Butcher's Offering