DH CHARACTER SHEET
Name: Alaric 'Ghalib' Diesosa
Age: 29
Height: 5'10”
Homeworld: Shrine World (Congressa's Redoubt)
Background: Outcast
Role: Desperado
Divination:
'Thought begets heresy.' -3 int, the first time he would gain corruption, he reduces that amount by 1 (to a minimum zero).
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Characteristics
WS: 35
BS: 37
S: 36
T: 31
Ag: 34
Int: 35
Per: 31
WP: 34 (+)
Fel: 36 (+)
Inf: 39
Fate Threshold: 4
Wounds: 9/9
Equipment:
Autopistol (Suppressor, Expander Rounds)
Chain Blade
Chain Sword
Armored Bodyglove
Injector
2 Doses of Slaught
Talents:
Quick Draw
Weapon Training (Chain, SP)
Resistance (Psychic Powers)
Marksman (Ignore range penalties for long or extreme range.)
Skills:
Acrobatics
Common Lore (Underworld)
Deceive
Dodge
Stealth
Aptitudes
Agility
Ballistic Skill
Defence
Fellowship
Fieldcraft
Finesse
Willpower
Bonuses and misc
Faith in the Creed: Whenever a shrine world character
spends a Fate point, he rolls 1d10. On a result of 1, the
character’s total number of Fate points is not reduced.
Never Quit: An Outcast character counts his Toughness
bonus as two higher for purposes of determining Fatigue.
Move and Shoot: Once per round, after performing
a Move action, a Desperado character may perform
a single Standard Attack with a Pistol weapon he
is currently wielding as a Free Action.
XP Received: 1000
XP Spent: 600
Resistance (Psychic Powers) (300 XP)
Marksman (300 XP)
Backstory:
'I was honored to grow up where Saint Congressa was laid to rest. I was honored to pray in the most humble of her shrines. I was honored to join the Fifth Martyrs Division. I was honored to brave the horrors of void travel for my people. I thought I would even have to leave the girl I loved, Urrica, who I had prayed with quietly under the care of the clerics and priests. She never seemed to notice me, but...I would propose our union in the eyes of the God Emperor one day.
However, I was honored to go into battle with her. I was honored to be charged by the God Emperor to win a battle for our planet AND to protect this woman in battle. She would realize my love one day.
I was not prepared for the world known to our Division as 'a forest where the heretics came to die'. It was the most horrifying thing I could imagine. A place where witches ran around without the Emperor's sanctioneers control and, worse, they had planned to invade our world.
We were slaughtered. They were ready for us. Ground mounted cannons spat lead skyward, and I can tell you truly that I only survived by the grace of the God Emperor and the skill of our pilot. I managed to drag Urrica from the ship and to keep her alive in the the firefight.
It took a lot of faith for me to survive what came next.
We were rescued by one of the local militias fighting the heretics in the confusion. They were a rag tag bunch who looked to be little more than civilians who had cobbled together privately owned arms. They wore trophies from their kills, some wearing fingers and one even had an eye that was starting to rot. Only one other from my squad yet lived at that point. Urrica. She was badly injured despite the best efforts of those they called 'sawbones' and it was all I could do to pray with her, to try to keep her strong, as I recovered from my own injuries.
The day I had recovered, the day I promised that I would win this fight so we could go home together...she shot herself. I remember the smell of brain burning, the look in her eyes as they filled with blood.
God Emperor preserve me. I'll never forget Urrica. Not until the day I drop dead, and I'll send every last one of those damned traitors on to the God Emperor's judgment for her.
I buried her las pistol with her.'
Alaric took up fighting for the militias then, knowing that he would be counted amongst the lost and all efforts to return to his unit would be wasted if the heretics were not beaten.
He assisted officers in strategy meetings, in training troops, and running protection details for specialists on operations. He learned to be quick on the draw, good at laying ambushes, and how to steel his mind against the intrusion of heretics. He was known as Ghalib amongst the locals after a famed Warlord in their histories and, though he did not take trophies, he claimed many heads.
He gladly assisted off-worlders who claimed to work for the Inquisition when they, with likely only hours to spare, stopped the Psyker Rebellion and put the last of them down. How could he refuse when they told him they would overlook his desertion as long as he worked for the Inquisition?
'Truth be told, just for a second, I thought about telling her no so she'd put a bullet through my head and be done with it. But the God Emperor's grace shined through her, and I knew that Urrica would want me to keep going...'
