Thread: Dark Heresy: The Forgotten Worlds.

WS 30 5 BS 39 13 S 31 T 30 - 3 Ag 33 Int 39 Per 31 5 WP 28 Fel 29 Wounds 12 Fate Points 2 Insanity Points 1 Corruption Points 0 Thrones 75 Name Monty Ramirez Homeworld Cassius-IX, Hive World Career Guardsman Rank Guard Gender Male Description Monty's a fit young man, if somewhat lanky, with a mess of brown hair on his head and a pair of brown eyes that hold a tinge of savagery, paranoia, and insanity. He stands at six foot four, but only if he stands up straight. Otherwise, he'll look to be around six feet tall. His face has a small amount of scars, one being a long, curving ordeal that started at the tip of the right of his mouth and ended high on the side of his head, forming a facsimile of a smirk. Another is a slight pebbling pattern with smidgens of burnt flesh now healed just off of his left eye, the peppering pattern of a blast from a stubber used by a rebel that tried to blow his head off. He failed. He has tattoos on the majority of his arms, some of it from his time in his Gang, most of it from his service as a Guardsman in the name of the God-Emperor. Despite coming from a Gang, he'll not wear his gang colors. He was done with that life long ago, though he'll be the first to admit that he's owed his survival to skills gained in the hive. He most often wears a dark green combat shirt with the sleeves rolled up, light brown cargo pants, brown boots, black gloves and a green hat. His flak vest is always on, but he wears no other armor. He prefers to stay compact enough to fit inside a hallway. He has a thigh holster on his right for his revolver. Age 32 Quirk Tattoos History Monty was born to a rather large family on Cassius-IX, a hive world known for it's cold weather thanks to the smog the factories produce. His father Garvel was local law enforcement, and his mother Solaria was a Guardsmen, who died on a campaign worlds away. Monty is the middle child of five, with two older sisters and a younger sister and brother. Growing up, Monty and his siblings were taught the many skills that the local police taught themselves from their father, and by the age of ten, Monty could use these skills without properly thinking about it. Of course, there lied the problem. He joined up with a small gang - four others - and caused havoc in parts of the hive that were outside his father's jurisdiction. They robbed, they stole, they even killed rival gangs. That is, until, Monty wanted out after a firefight with the law. His father was in that firefight, though he could not recognize Monty, and Monty called for a retreat. The Gang said that the only way out was when they were warm and dead. So, when the Gang beset upon Monty, he did the only thing he could. It was a small gang. It wasn't much effort to dispatch them. After that, Monty worked in the factories, never mentioning the incident to his father, nor his former loyalties. He didn't need to. It was the past, and it would remain that way. Once Monty turned seventeen, he was recruited into the Imperial Guard and trained with the Third Cassian Guard regiment, which specialized in counter-insurgency and special tactics. With the world at relative peace, and the Imperial Tithe met with the production the factories put out, all they did was train, and train, and train. No real action, other than small attempts at rebellions put down before their time. Stability was the norm, for the most part. But good things aren't meant to last. A man who called himself a prophet appeared, and several small uprisings happened in his name, many of which Monty participated in putting down. They all knew it was gonna lead up to something big, but no one knew what. Months after Monty's twenty second birthday, the largest uprising in Cassian history happened, and was faster than the Regiments could react to. The uprising claimed a third of the hive before the Guard and local law enforcers helped hold the line. The uprising was especially violent, and claimed the lives of those who didn't wish to join the cult the Prophet had formed. His father and oldest sister were among the casualties. It took two years of hard fighting to take down the cult of the False Prophet. And once it was all said and done, Cassian couldn't make it's tithe with the factories having been sabotaged in the fighting. So the Cassian Guard was sent to fight offworld. They participated in the Margin Crusade, but the losses were heavy, thanks to fuck ups in command. They then proceeded to help put down other rebellions on different worlds, what, with their expertise in the False Prophet Rebellion. Monty continued serving, fighting, and killing in the name of the Emperor until six months after his twenty eighth birthday. It was by then that he was taken out of the Cassian Third Regiment and brought in as an acolyte of the Inquisition. Monty then served three years as an asset of the Inquisition, but the assignments given to him wore on his beliefs, and he found himself tired of working in the dark to end up cleansing a planet, tired of having leads on heresy lead to dead ends, tired of all the lies and bullshit he was dealing with. He found himself doubting his actions being just, that the whole system was broken and wrong. And then he learned of the corruption of his Inquisitor. His seeking of dark artifacts, throwing his weight around to collect tithes from planets intended for the Imperium, the greed in his heart for knowledge. Monty couldn't stand it. He could see his fellow acolytes were corrupted as well, once he told them what he had discovered. He needed to get out, he didn't care how, he just needed out. So, on mission to a hive world known for its trading hub, he had led a group of acolytes into a room supposedly full of heretics planning to summon a daemon, but instead of a summoning, the acolytes found kilograms of armed explosives, and Monty jumping down the building. The explosion tore them apart, along with a good chunk of the building. But Monty managed to blend into the crowd, and paid a Rogue Trader crew who was taking on passengers to take him to wherever they were headed. A'suka was their destination, and that was fine. It was a prosperous world full of mercenaries, bounty hunters, renegades, and plenty of contractors to provide work. Felt like home. Sorry it's not brief, but once I got to typing up his history, I couldn't really stop myself Divination 1 Reputation Bounty Hunters Starting XP 1000 Current XP 50 Starting Package Soldier of the Margin Crusade Traits Speak Language - Hive Dialect Common Lore Local and Underworld Accustomed to Crowds Caves of Steel Hivebound Wary Basic Skills Awareness Advanced Skills Ciphers - War Cant Drive - Ground Vehicle Speak Language - Hive Dialect Speak Language - Low Gothic Survival Talents Basic Weapon Training - Las Basic Weapon Training - SP Melee Weapon Training - Primitive Pistol Training - Las Pistol Training - SP Quick Draw Unshakable Faith Gear Stub Revolver Equipped Silencer Common Quality Autogun Equipped Silencer Common Quality -8 Mags, 30 Rounds Each Total 240 Rounds -13 Full Moon Clips, 6 Rounds Each Total 78 Rounds -2 Rounds left to spare -Cumulative Ammunition Count 320 Bullets, standard 3 Frag Grenades Axe Common Quality 2 Knives back up Common Quality Backpack Common Quality Chrono Common Quality Flack Vest Common Quality Street Clothing Combat Shirt, Cargo Pants, Boots, Gloves, Hat Common Quality Spent Bullet Casing and Shard of Ceramite Armor Necklace Current History Since Monty arrived on A'suka, he had purchased a place of which to live out of with the money he took from his former master before he looked for jobs. He had completed a few before he was hired to protect this dignitary during his meeting along with a few other mercenaries. Things at the meeting didn't go as planned, as the other guy had men hidden from view. It was an ambush, and it was a messy one. Three of the other mercenaries were taken down, but still alive, and the client was injured. The client needed to be extracted, but the soldiers were worse off. So, with his client yelling at him, Monty dragged the three mercs out of the line of fire, and managed to get them, along with the client, out of the firefight. Monty's pay was redacted, which was unfortunate, but once the mercs were patched up and shipped out, they brought Monty along to the Restless Knights tavern, where he was passed around with greetings, congratulations of a job well done, and thanks from the three mercs for saving their asses. Since then, Monty's become a regular at the Restless Knights, accepting jobs when they presented themselves and living... well, as well as he could.