Dramatis Personae

In which you explain a bit about who you are, so other people know.

Chris: Xilius Cambers

Nadine: Tzarine, inhabitant of a fairly small, "cursed" feral world which only came to be ruled by a Planetary Governer when she was 12.  After it was discovered that the planet was considered "cursed" because of a multitude of precious ore buried beneath ground, the Planetary Governor contracted a multitude of off-world miners to extract it, as the on-world inhabitants would die before touching the substance, which had radioactive properties that had already led to the majority of the population being deformed.  Both of Tzarine's parents were eliminated as mutants, and eventually poverty and hunger pressed her into being recruited into an experimental subset of the Imperial Guard by the Governer, which was created (secretly) by him after it was realized that certain mutations in this planet's population would be useful for hunting heretics.  She is tattoo'd in her tribe's fashion, muscular, and hideously strong for her slight build, which is common amongst the cursed feral world.  She has a hairy growth on the left-front area of her skull which twitches much like an ear, though not in response to sound.  She excels at close-combat fighting and las weaponry, though has little real-world battle experience.  Though she tolerated her initial off-world warp, technology and psychic things are appalling to her, as is the color orange.

Nathan: Arbitrator Solomon Ravion IV, the stocky red-haired successor to an ancient military dynasty that built its fortune upon the valiant (and often violently separated or exploded) shoulders of its own martyred dead. A legacy lately including 12 incumbent members, including two high admirals, and an unimportant number of servants. Solomon, having already earned himself the title of "official embarrassment" at the tender age of 15, was saved from the firing squad only through the Emperor's mercy and, miraculously, granted an official pardon (read: service to the Inquisition until either demons ate his soul or the vengeful remnants of his very powerful and well-connected family treated him to a second round of justice). He then proceeded to spend the next ten years in rehabilitation and emerged as a vicious killer. With a badge.

Hagen: Assassin Asmodai VI, sixth or so in a long line of Asmodais who were all, he figures, him. He's been mind-cleansed so many times he's rather losing count. Big, old, grizzled, and grey, he's instant death with a gun and believes himself to be invincible (and if he isn't, hey, he'll just come back as Asmodai VII). Despite the fact that he doesn't know where he's from or how long he's been working for the Inquisition or even what he did to merit his current state, he's more than willing to tell anyone who asks-- and if what he says one day doesn't line up with the next, tough. He hates idiots, is pretty sure he's fought aliens, and, oddly, makes a darn good doctor. He's also missing an eye and can hide small objects in his chest cavity. Oh, and he's invincible.

Paige: Tech-Priest Zeta an-Vosenstaller Seven, of the august agricultural station Vosenstaller Seven. She's tall, thin, greyish, heavily scarred and tattooed in a mostly unsuccessful attempt to disguise the stitching, though it doesn't really matter as most of her is hidden beneath that ubiquitous red Cult Mechanicus robe. Known in local circles as the Wandering Disaster, she was captured by Heretek genetics cults twice in a row on two separate worlds less than five years apart and consequentially is a little less than half metal by weight (the finger bones on her belt are hers, and so is the canned eyeball). Unlucky? No! Far from it. The opportunity to remove her own leg with a hacksaw was a most generous gift from the Machine God, obviously, and who is she to spurn Its blessings? Which may be why she works for the Inquisition now, aside from knowing a few things she really ought not to and being desperate to get away from the farm. Er, farm-station. It's also possible the farm just really wanted to get away from her and arranged the whole thing.