Vahn Albane

Void Master of the Adventure Capitalism

Description:

Noble Born

Motivated by Pride

W.S. B.S. STR TGH AGL INT PER WILL FEL
40 44 40 43 50 41 35 40 41

Talents & Traits:

Pistol Weapon Skill

Universal

Melee Weapon Skill

Universal

Improvised Weapons

Universal

Nerves of Steel Resistance

Fear

Malleus Conditioning Hatred

Daemons
Heretics

Rival

(Unnamed) Family

Peers

Nobility
Military

Heavy Flamer SkillSound Constitution (x1)Quick DrawDaemon Binding



Skills
















Awareness

Trained

Barter

Basic

Carouse

Basic

Charm

Basic

Climb

Basic

Command

Trained

Common Lore

Imperial Navy (Trained)
War (Trained)

Concealment

Basic

Contortionist

Basic

Deceive

Basic

Disguise

Basic

Dodge

Trained+10

Drive (G,S,H)

Trained

Evaluate

Basic

Forbidden Lore

Xenos (Trained)
Daemonology (Trained+10)

Gamble

Basic

Inquiry

Basic

Intimidate

Basic

Literacy

Basic

Logic

Basic

Navigation

Stellar-Trained

Pilot

Space-Trained+10
Flyers-Trained+10

Scholastic Lore

Astromancy-Trained

Scrutiny

Trained+10

Search

Basic

Secret Tongue

Trained(Rogue Trader, Daemonic)

Security

Trained

Silent Move

Basic

Speak Language

Low Gothic (B)
High Gothic (T)
Rogue Trader (T)

Swim

Basic

Group Cipher

Trained

Tech Use

Trained

Fate Points: 4
Insanity: 6
Corruption: 0
Wounds: 10

Inventory

Chainsword

Best Craftsmanship

Hand Cannon

Best Craftsmanship
Suppressed

Powersword

Officer’s Sword

Custom Combat Voidsuit Micro Bead
B. Ship Token Re-Breather Imperial Navy Dress Uniform Heavy Flamer (Locke) Amasec

Two Bottles

Pict-Recorder Vox-Caster Man-Stopper Rounds Dumdum Bullets Xenomesh Subdermal Implants (+2 Armor)

Void Master Special Ability: Mastery of Space
Re-roll failed ship pilot rolls

Unspent Experience: 300

Spent Experience: 8800

Bio:

Vahn Albane was born to a noble house, but soon fell from favor within it. His altruistic nature (at least in regard to humanity) made him often inclined to spend the family’s money generously in humanitarian ways. The extent to which he did so made him swiftly lose popularity in the family, and especially so combining that with his propensity to be physically involved in fights for one cause or another. His father, embarrassed and hoping to save face, sent him away to join a monastery. There, he was taught for some time in the theory of Daemonology, and was made subject to the writes of Corporeal Sanctification. Runes were inscribed on his bones and over his body that were meant to give him power to withstand the corruption and power of daemons, but all he ever felt from them was the occasional burning of his skin, and scars from his bones burning through him from time to time. He learned to handle this, and his pain tolerance became exceptionally high from his being subject to continue internal burning. He was lucky that the burns rarely showed through his skin, or usually only in places easily covered by his clothing, his upper legs in particular. There were many who felt the burning far more severely.

In truth, however, he utterly hated life in the monastery, and hated his family for putting him there. When he was old enough, he stole away in the night and left his life there behind. He returned to the estates of his family, but only long enough to claim his inheritance, an heirloom chainsword as his only belonging and left. By age 18, he joined the Imperial Navy as a volunteer of noble blood and soon found himself an officer. He served in the Imperial Navy for a further 7 years, rising in rank and specializing as a fighter pilot in his formal position. He also met many friends, made several connections through virtue of both his noble blood and charming demeanor. It was here that he made his first acquaintance to the house of Castus. Serving with him was Alexis Ophelia Castus, a girl with whom he had immediate kinship as she was also a fallen from grace noble, having forsaken her family’s fortune and birthright in favor of service within the Imperial Navy. As years passed, their superiors began to turn a blind eye to their romance and the two grew very close, and had decided that upon the end of their duties and return to the core worlds they would wed.

Although he spent most of his time in pilotry and cross ship trainings, he also spent much time on the firing range and physical training center improving his personal combat prowess. This training proved handy for him on the last day of his service as wing commander aboard a Lunar Class cruiser , the Lionheart.

As he and his attack wing were making a long range patrol sweep, a heretic subgroup aboard the cruiser sabotaged the Gellar Field Generators. After the fields failed, the ship was consumed by the void and corruption flooded the hull. As Vahn returned with his wing, there was clearly something amiss; the Lionheart was adrift. After manually landing his craft, it was clear that the vast majority of the crew had already fallen to corruption, and daemons were aboard the Lionheart. The majority of the fighter wing immediately returned to their ships, fleeing for their lives. Vahn remained however- Alexis was aboard and he was determined to find her. Knowing he could withstand the corruption better than most having been sanctified, he chose to take his chances. A few of his fellow fighter pilots chose to stay, holding the hanger area for his return for as long as they were able while Vahn sneaked or fought his way through the ship. As Alexis was a navigational officer, he first sought her out on the Combat-Information Center. He found the captain of the vessel completely corrupted, horrible mutations spreading over his body. Alexis was nowhere to be found, however. Doing the officer a favor, he executed the captain and continued his way through the ship, going to Alexis’s quarters and then finally his own. He found her inside his quarters, clinging to what little humanity remained within her, a disfigured shadow of her former self. Upon seeing him, she begged him to kill her. He utterly refused, not able to bare the thought, however as her pain reached him, and the very real prospect of her madness taking her and her soul being lost to chaos dawned upon him, he had no choice. Drawing his Hand Cannon, he put a bullet to her, ensuring the chaos could never take her. Taking his relic chain sword from his quarters and a locket she wore about her neck, he fought his way back to the hanger bay with a burning anger in his heart.

Upon his arrival at the hanger, he found that the few pilots who had remained had been slaughtered and between he and his ship stood a Daemon of the Warp. Where normally fear would grip him, only anger and hatred rose to answer the sight of the creature, the palpable loss of his beloved still fresh on him. The nearly forgotten fruits of his corporeal sanctification at work, The creature’s warp shock and presence had little effect upon him, the runes on his bones burning bright as he charged the creature with little sense of self-preservation. He engaged the daemon, using every weapon available to him, taking advantage of the closed off area that constricted the large creature’s ability to move or swing effectively, his studies of daemonology returning to his mind as he sought to kill the monster. Rupturing a hanger-side coolant tank with an explosive gunshot, he doused the fiery daemon in freezing liquid coolant until its movements became slow and labored enough that he was able to utilize his heirloom chainsword, cutting into the creature furiously until finally all life had left it.

Drenched in the blood of the fallen Daemon, Vahn turned and boarded his Fury Interceptor, leaving the Lionheart behind before he too fell to the rampant corruption.

The Lionheart was reported as all hands lost, and Vahn was more than happy to simply let himself be presumed dead by society at large, especially his family or any of their rivals. He spent the next several years doing mercenary work, prize fighting, taking on odd jobs, and generally drowning the memory of Alexis in as much alcohol as he could drink, and as many women as he could bed. It probably goes without saying that his Altruistic nature is somewhat repressed at this time.

Years after her death, he finally was able to open Alexis’ locket and found inside a message made in case of her death.
There were feels.

Ultimately, the message led him to his first meeting with the Rogue Trader family. He knew little of her family, as for both of them it was a sore topic. He knew only of Augustine really, she being the only fondly spoken of member of Alexis’ family. He set out, breaking from his absence from official existence to give his condolences to Alexis’ one loved relative.
He was quite surprised to learn the family was one of the blessed few possessing a Warrant of Trade, a document signed by the Emperor himself. Seeing that she was now the new holder of the Warrant, and was searching for crew and officers, he offered his services immediately. He felt he owed the house of Castus immensely, for the happiness their daughter had given him, as well as for his failure to protect her when it mattered.

Vahn Albane

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