J (40k)

**name**: Sanjay, Night Flame of Vardeep

**alias**: J. just call him J. you don't actually know his name is Sanjay that's only on the wiki. it's just J

**job**: temple assassin

**homeworld**: his murder temple is on vardeep obviously that's all you need to know

**age**: early 30s

## a physical description?

5'6, brown skin, dark hair, works out. bunch of scars; the ones from his top surgery end in one pair out of several sets of jacks for plugging into his cryosleep chamber back at the murder temple. more jacks at the base of his skull and along his spine. a couple different types/sizes, neither compatible with any of the *Praxis*' systems (except the pair of standard piloting jacks behind his ears; those are standardized like aux cables tbqh).

### that fashion sense

the shit is tailored. the vibe is gay matrix club murderer. you look at him you hear this track very muffled from another room. is this binch wearing leather pants and some kind of fuckin cassock with the slits up the side so he can run, you know it. is that a mesh undershirt with little palm mitts KINDA i mean it's futuristic hyperlight body armor but it's also a mesh undershirt, yes, technically. is that a sexy cuff bracelet yes but it's also a short-range personal teleporter.

## biography

### early life

presumably he was once a child. other trans acolytes may be aware that he himself is trans; nils knows because nils is nosy, and j has told at least one person because it seemed relevant between them at the time.

he trained to be a temple assassin and he got picked to be a for-realsies one and so he spent his whole adulthood being pulled out of cryosleep for just long enough to wake up and go kill somebody and come home to go back to bed

### praxis event

simon bought his contract and had him go kill some people and then it turned out he just. bought his contract. and j's services just. belong to him now? and he can't go back to fucking sleep because his jacks are incompatible with anything available on the praxis

### on the praxis

he's being forced to like. live as if he's a person, here. he has to like.... wake up every day and make fucking breakfast decisions. it's terrible. he sucks up to 3086 in order to get the cook to make his food decisions for him at least.

he joined the choir. it's something to have in his bullet journal. it's a block of time spent awake, disposed of.

## See Also

* J's Quarters
* J's Coffee Opinions
* J Reviews His Coworkers

## as a murder priest

> *The enemies of the Emperor are many, and I am a blade turned against them.*
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It's not his job to know *why* he's doing anything, he just goes and kills people. The others at the temple determine the righteousness for him. He is secure in his assurance that he's been enacting the Emperor's will right up until he finds Cadian Wikipedia on the *Praxis* and starts piecing together some of his old jobs, but that doesn't shake his faith in the Emperor, only in the righteousness of the people taking jobs at the temple.

There are sexy little prayers in the form of ritual dances you do with your blades out that lead to mostly-symbolic bloodshed when performed correctly and, like, exsanguination if fucked up. There are blood sacrifices; whenever it's feasible J brings back some blood, like a scrap of bloodied cloth, from a target to send as an offering just in case the Emperor missed it the first time. J says his little *enemies of the emperor* prayer a lot and he means it every time.

In an existence made asynchronous there's no expectation of praying at certain times of day or days of the week or anything. J prays before he does important things, so the Emperor will notice him doing them and ideally guide him through it. Does some stroke of luck benefit J? Emperor's guidance. Does J do it through his own cleverness? Let it be humbly noted that the Emperor did guide him, but also it helps to be clever enough to follow His guidance. There are prayers, rituals, dances for high holy days, which they wake you up for once in a while back home in the temple and which happen twelve waking months apart for everybody else. Back home the rituals are bloody.

It's a thin atmosphere on Vardeep, fires flickering low as they fight to keep burning, the temple initiates within the stone circle fighting those fires for the same sips of oxygen even before they begin fighting each other. Breathplay and bloodplay and the dance of dying flames, but like, for religious reasons, don't be dirty, priests aren't sexual