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Deus Pater (Exalted/40k)
Or: Third time's the Charm




It is the 41st Millennium. For more...
Character Creation Pt.I
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Deus Pater (Exalted/40k)
Or: Third time's the Charm




It is the 41st Millennium. For more than a hundred centuries The Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is the Master of Mankind by the will of the gods, and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day, so that he may never truly die.

Yet even in his deathless state, the Emperor continues his eternal vigilance. Mighty battlefleets cross the daemon-infested miasma of the Warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomican, the psychic manifestation of the Emperor's will. Vast armies give battle in his name on uncounted worlds. Greatest amongst his soldiers are the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bio-engineered super-warriors. Their comrades in arms are legion: the Imperial Guard and countless planetary defence forces, the ever vigilant Inquisition and the tech-priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus to name only a few. But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat from aliens, heretics, mutants - and worse.

They need a champion. A leader.

A hero.

And so the Emperor, though he bleeds and dies a fraction more each and every day, has chosen to make one more sacrifice. Through arts unknown to mortal man and with a will equal to the mightiest of gods he has mutilated himself, carving away the tiniest fraction of his own immortal soul. Into this fragment he has imbued his memories, his philosophy and a measure of his own unmatchable power, and with it he shall create a champion unlike any other. It is not a decision made lightly, for the process of creating this shard has left him noticeably weakened and the consequences of failure (or worse, corruption) would be catastrophic... but it is a decision that he makes regardless. This is humanity's darkest hour, and he will not see his people fall when he yet has the strength to save them, no matter the cost to himself.

This is not a gift that can be lightly bestowed, even if the Emperor were of a mind to indulge such reckless impulse. The sheer power contained within even this shard would burn out the soul of all but the most worthy of recipients, and drive mad even the majority among the remainder. Still, if there is one thing that the Imperium has always had in abundance, it is manpower, and with that in mind the Emperor casts his gaze out across the galaxy in search of a worthy soul. He needs more than mere physical strength - he needs someone with the strength of will and purity of purpose to serve as his herald, his champion, and ultimately his heir.

In truth there are many choices available, for even in this darkest of ages humanity is not short of heroes. Were the universe fair and the galaxy just all might be rewarded for their deeds, but in the end he has but one endowment to bestow, and in the end his choice is made.

He chooses...

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[ ] The Soldier - The Astra Militarum is the largest organized fighting force in the galaxy, drawing its recruits from every world and pitting them against every possible foe. You are one amid uncounted billions, a humble soldier fighting on the frontlines of one of the Imperium's innumerable wars, and though you served with skill and pride you always knew you were nothing particularly special. The Emperor, it seems, disagrees. (Dawn)

[ ] The Rebel - The Imperium has always proclaimed itself protector and steward of the million worlds beneath its heel, but you know better. You have seen what the servants of the Aquila have done to your world, heard what they intend if left unchecked, and you have decided; enough. You are a faithful man, but loyalty to a God does not demand loyalty to those who pervert his name, and in the glory of your Exaltation your words are proven right at last. (Dawn)

[ ] The Shepherd - You have served the Church all your life, bringing the light of faith to the downtrodden and those unfairly deprived. You have advised them, comforted them, given them the strength to go on in the face of the galaxy's cruelty and indifference. And now, just when it appeared that the stars would see your flock scattered and your words made a lie, the hand of god has come down and anointed you as one of His chosen. Your flock, it seems, has just grown significantly. (Zenith)

[ ] The Firebrand - The Ecclesiarchy is a putrid corpse, rotted from within by the venal corruption of those who should know better. They have gathered wealth and power and proclaimed their politics sanctioned by the Emperor himself… as though the Saviour of Man would ever debase himself with such base corruption. You spoke out against it, fully expecting to be struck down for your words, only to find that the oldest saying is true indeed; the Emperor protects the virtuous. (Zenith)

[ ] The Healer - You only ever wanted to help people. That's why you trained as a medicus, why you studied the secrets of plague and the mysteries of the gene. You dreamt of a world where humanity need not fear the ravages of mortality, and in the now you focused on healing those who did. As contagion broke out across the world and you struggled desperately to stem the tide, your Emperor chose to share with you some small measure of his miraculous insight, and your dream became the hope of reality (Twilight).

[ ] The Visionary - Humanity has lost so much, and what little remains is guarded jealously by those who enjoy the power it brings. You would see the birthright of mankind restored, and to this end set yourself to studying the dark secrets of history in defiance of the Mechanicus and their enforcers. Such hubris would have been the end of you, but for the benevolence of one who once dreamed as you did, and who saw fit to bless your insane mission with His divine favour. (Twilight)

[ ] The Judge - Those with power often feel themselves entitled to disregard the law, to see the enforcers of His Word as their servants instead of their watchdogs. You were determined to prove them wrong, and to that end pursued the corrupt and the venal through a labyrinth of conspiracy and judgement until it led to the very highest of halls. There you would have died, but for His benevolent intervention, and in payment of that debt you will continue your quest until all are held as equals before the law. (Night)

[ ] The Mutant - Your genetics are impure, your body twisted away from the divine template of mankind's heritage, but in your chest rests a human soul and a human heart. You sought only to prove this to those who deemed themselves your betters, to bring succor and relief to your twisted brethren, and for this they tied you to a stake and set spark to the fuel. You would have burned then, but for the intervention of your god, and the comfort of knowing that you are as worthy of His blessings as any pureblood is a heady thing indeed. (Night)

[ ] The Officer - You are master of a ship, a Captain of the Imperial Navy, oftentimes the only contact the far-flung worlds of humanity will have with the wider Imperium for years at a time. You have served as their protector and their voice, and when the darkness came for those in your charge you stood and fought... and, blazing with the light of the divine, found victory in the face of terrible odds. Now, you have a new mission, a higher duty, and you will see it fulfilled. (Eclipse)

[ ] The Envoy - Mankind is not alone in the universe, much as some might wish it so, and while the Ecclesiarchy preaches total intolerance of that which is alien you have always known such a stance to be dangerously shortsighted. The xenos must be studied, must be understood, must even at times be treated with as something approaching a peer, and it is in this capacity that you serve the Emperor Above All. To have your service rewarded is an unexpected honour, but one you will strive to repay. (Eclipse)

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This first stage of character generation is being conducted on the basis of approval voting. You may each vote for a maximum of four options out of the above ten - the one that achieves the highest number of votes overall will be the one I take forwards into the next part of character generation.

[ ] Choose Four
 
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Basic Mechanics
This Quest was originally being run on a stripped-down version of the actual Exalted mechanics. As it turned out, this was something of a mistake - Exalted is rather notorious for having a deeply fiddly mechanical underlayer, and all the work I was putting into trying to work out how to represent the hitting power of a bolter versus a multi-melta in terms of dice is effort that could have been better spent in any number of other ways. Hence, it will now be operating on a narrative system similar to the one that I used in my Bleach quests, and which @TenfoldShields adapted to the Exalted setting for use in his own quest, Out of the Eater.

You are heir to the Emperor of Mankind, with some small sliver of his divine essence bonded to your own soul, and you have at your disposal the potential to master a staggering breadth of powers and abilities. This isn't intended to articulate the full complexity of Exalted 2e or 3e but rather to provide a clear, concise inventory of the PC's capabilities; particularly as they compare to other characters within the setting. The Skills, Charms, and Items detailed below are best understood as tools for description rather than absolute statements.

Experience Points are obtained through the completion of narrative arcs, the accomplishment of particularly impressive In Character feats, undertaking shounen-esque training montages and the like. It will be awarded at the conclusion of each arc and represents an allocation of available resources, study, and downtime. Barring thematically appropriate moments -and in the interests of preventing sudden spikes of power or otherwise trivializing the stakes- all leveling of Skills will occur between chapters. Current policy on omakes and other fanworks (in the event they appear) is: 50xp for non-canon omakes and quick sketches, 100xp for canon works and more detailed art, and 150xp+ for exceptional pieces.

Note - There is an explicit allowance in these rules for homebrew, which is to say planets, species and individuals that Ignatius could encounter during his divine mission. I've got a lot of space to paint in here, after all.

Skills

Skills are graded on a nine-tier scale. Primary Skills encompass your core proficiencies and broadest level of ability and, as such, take the longest to raise. Skills tagged "Favored" are costed at 75% of the normal value, while your "Unfavored" is costed at 150%. Secondary Skills represent more specific or otherwise niche areas of development and thus are costed at half the expense of a Primary Skill. The narrowing of focus allowing for quicker progress for relatively less overall gain. Advanced Skills are compound abilities that draw from multiple Primary and/or Secondary Skills and are commensurately more powerful. Their progression is plot-locked, with opportunities for advancement presented throughout the arcs.

  • Novice (N/A) - A character's individual baseline in a Skill. Absent training, formal or otherwise, they can't necessarily expect to amount to much (particularly against dedicated scholars of the appropriate arts) but there's something to be said for enthusiasm and beginner's luck.
  • Proficient (250xp) - Through study and diligent practice a character masters the fundamentals of a Skill and can be relied upon to perform at an acceptable level. This is the combat skill of a Guardsman out of training and the bureaucratic competency of an Administratum scribe.
  • Adept (500xp) - Study and practice are augmented by practical experience and personal preferences. A character at this level can be relied on to not merely execute a task, but to do it well.
  • Veteran (750xp) - Time and a myriad of trials, or simply extreme and exceptional circumstances, push a character to this Rank. They are true professionals; familiar with anomalies and edge-cases and better able to counter not only the unexpected, but the utterly unforeseen. This is the rank of the Stormtrooper, the Astartes Initiate or the city priest.
  • Distinguished (1000xp) - The supremely talented, the deeply dedicated, the survivors or the simple freaks of nature. The exceptional few, committing themselves wholeheartedly to their chosen ideal, often benefitting from some kind of superhuman capacity or assistance. This is the combat skill of the Tactical Marine, the calculation of the Magos, the seductive wiles of the daemon.
  • Elite (1750xp) - Through the blessings of the divine or the genius of long-lost artifice, you have transcended the limits that restrain most of humanity. Your mastery makes your every display of skill a veritable work of art, something that most others can only witness in silent awe. This is the defining skill of a famous enemy; the bladesong of an Exarch, the techno-sorcery of a Cryptek, the strategic skill of the warmaster.
  • Master (2500xp) - You have a near-complete understanding of the Skill, cognizant of its many intricacies, opaque-to-the-outsider complexities, and the cutting edge of its boundaries. Where others seek to attain your prowess you are concerned with innovation, experimentation, and refinement. Those who attain this level are known by name on a hundred worlds; the theo-militant prowess of a Grey Knight Master, the genius of an Arch-Magos, the calculating guile of a Greater Daemon.
  • Champion (3500xp) - You are an unquestioned paragon of this Skill and the man (or woman, or other) that masters turn to you for enlightenment. Indeed it can be said, not inaccurately, that you embody this Skill in its fullness. Intimately familiar with its many virtues and inherent dangers. Secondary Skills cannot be raised to Champion. You may only elevate one Primary Skill to Champion. This is the skill of the Primarch, the demigod, the deity-made-flesh.
  • Legendary (N/A) - The realm of the mythic and the supernal, inaccessible without decades-if-not-centuries of labor and craft. Defined more by the way it exceeds the intended bounds of the scale rather than a ranking in and of itself. Any with a Skill at this Rank are a force of nature, and taken lightly at your own peril. The combat prowess of Angron, the sorceries of Magnus, and the oratory of Lorgar all lie at this level.

Charms:
The personal array of supernatural abilities afforded to Ignatius, or another being of similar supernatural pussience, these powers are filtered through the Cardinal's own perspective, his own understanding of others and himself. Each one is associated with a given Primary Skill, can be advanced independently of said skill, and are graded on a simple three-tiered ranking.

  • Basic (75xp) - The most simple, straightforward incarnation of the Charm. Able to be employed reliably even in the heat of battle.
  • Evolved (250xp) - The Charm's central concept elevated, matured or otherwise raised to new heights.
  • Ultimate (500xp) - The Charm perfected, completely integrated into not just the Exalted's repertoire but their very being.

The structure of the skills system means that I can roll a lot of charms that had effects like '+1 automatic success on a presence roll' into the basic application of a primary skill. Charms, therefore, represent those capabilities that are a step beyond this level, and are often based on a fusion of several individual charms that the game system itself would represent in a chain.
 
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Character Sheet
Primary Skills

Dawn: Proficient (0/500)
Behold, the Sword of Morning, by which God cut the world into a more pleasing form. The skill of the warlord, by which the Emperor conquered the galaxy in crusade. Charms associated with this skill enhance personal combat and the innate lethality of a man blessed by god, and will also lend themselves to strategic command.
Ignatius has spent a hundred years behind a pulpit, and while he has begun to exercise more of late, studying with the Sororitas and intensifying his exercise routine, he is fundamentally still a man of the cloth, not the blade.

[Favored] Zenith: Distinguished (0/1300)
Witness, the glory of god, the light of the galaxy. The skill of the orator, the prophet, the demagogue who dreamed of a unified galaxy and convinced the myriad worlds of mankind to die in pursuit of this vision. Charms of this ability are associated with social prowess, with the organisation of the faithful, and with the endurance required to speak truth to power in a galaxy profoundly hostile to such things.
Faith alone can overturn the universe. This is the credo of the Ecclesiarchy, and it is the strength that propels a man like Ignatius to the heights he has attained. He was a dangerously persuasive orator even before the Emperor placed a spark of godfire in his soul, and now his words can bring even the fanatic to tears.

Twilight: Adept (0/750)
The vision of a god, the supreme intellect of a man believed to be the embodiment of all knowledge, the raw unfettered genius of a being that would bind the immaterium itself to his unshakeable will. Charms of this ability have to do with insight, understanding and the application therefore, be it as a sage, a sorcerer or a craftsman.
Ignatius is an intelligent man, one who has pursued a theological and scholarly career for over a century, but his academic understanding is focused on a handful of relevant fields. Within the realms of theology he has few equals; outside them, he is an educated layman at best.

[Unfavoured] Night: Proficient (0/750)
The guile of the masked, the cunning of a puppeteer, the discretion of a man who balanced a thousand threats against one another without ever once setting foot onto a battlefield. Charms of this ability concern espionage, subterfuge and stealth, as well as the associated physical abilities necessary for one who employs such skills to succeed in their missions.
Cardinal Ignatius, Lord of Sanguis, Scourge of the False Church, is not a subtle man. He has spent all his life forced to moderate and disguise his intent and desires; no more. Now is not the time for good deeds hidden from view by a mask of indifference - it is the time of virtuous action, performed before the gaze of millions.

[Favoured] Eclipse: Veteran (0/750)
The might of the quill, the sanctity of the pact, the solemn weight of the sworn word that binds an empire together. The Emperor did not merely conquer the galaxy, but bound it together into a unified nation-state that endured ten millennia after his effective death. Charms of this ability concern all feats of diplomacy, organisation and negotiation, along with the skills necessary to navigate from one capital to another.
Ignatius is a Cardinal of the Ecclesiarchy, and that is an office as political in nature as it is theological. He has a gift for diplomacy, for bringing together the divergent strands of faith and policy and forging common cause from all of them.

Secondary Skills

Anima Banner: Veteran (0/500)
The light of god, given form in mortal flesh. See? The earth trembles at its coming.
The core component of the Emperor's gift to his favoured scion; the shard of god-fire that burns in Ignatius' soul. It empowers and sustains him, grants him an authority that all things of the spiritual realm are forced to recognise, and scorches the very essence of the unholy with searing flame.

Cult: Proficient (0/250)
The breath of the faithful, given to the uncaring void, the fuel by which an empire prospers.
Ignatius has only begun to suspect that the faithful prayers of his flock have a more direct effect on his personal being than they previously did; the hymns of the devout bolster his will.

Past Life (The Emperor of Mankind): Novice (Locked)
The grief of a hero found wanting
Ignatius is the heir of the Emperor in a very literal sense, and in the depths of his soul now reside the memories of a man so much older and grander than he could imagine. They are tainted by misery and desperation, but potentially the source of new knowledge and power...

Charms

Dawn Charms

Heaven Thunder Hammer Basic (0/250xp)
The force of a whirlwind, wrapped tight in the fists of a demigod
When Ignatius strikes a solid blow, his opponents are propelled away with concussive force, flying many metres through the air. This does not directly increase the damage of the blow, but being thrown into an inconveniently placed feature of the environment might…

Devil-Strangling Attitude Basic (0/250)
Judgement, like violence, is inescapable
If a foe is so unwise as to allow Ignatius to latch on, then he simply cannot lose his grip, no matter how violent the motions of his victim. Nor does that which he grasps harm himself by its own nature, even should it lack flesh entirely.

General of the All-Seeing One - Evolved (0/500)
From humble materials, I shall craft wonders uncounted
When Ignatius is in a position of command, his instincts furnish him with a perfect understanding of both his own forces and those of his foe. He can tell instantly whether a given unit is capable of achieving a specific task, and he has an intuitive sense of what options the enemy commander has at their disposal.
Zenith Charms

Transcendent Hero's Meditation Evolved (0/500)
I am that I am, and the world shall not dispute…
Ignatius is automatically aware of any exposure to psychic energy or the corrosive influence of the warp, and is passively immune to such corruption of soul and body. Moreover, any active application of such power cannot slay or incapacitate him outright; a plague god's curse may bring Ignatius to his knees, but it will not rot his body or taint his soul.

Respect Commanding Attitude Basic (0/250)
When a prophet speaks, the world listens
Should Ignatius address someone or otherwise employ his fearsome powers of oratory, they are compelled to stay and listen respectfully. It takes a deliberate effort of will to raise a hand against him or interrupt in any fashion, though the effect does not persist in the face of hostility by Ignatius or his allies.

Infectious Zealotry Approach Basic (0/250)
Faith is not a word, or even a concept. It is a fire that burns within the soul, and must be spread…
Ignatius' words can inspire heights of emotion in their listeners that no amount of dialogue would normally create, driving a crowd to murderous rage or weeping sorrow in but a handful of minutes.

Ruin Abasing Shrug Evolved (0/500)
A Saint is not so easily cast down
Ignatius' skin is infused with divine essence, and can fairly be compared to armour in its own right. A chainsword might dull its teeth upon his arm, and a shot-cannon to the gut do little more than knock the breath from his lungs.
Twilight Charms

Burning Gaze of the Deliverer - Evolved (0/500)
The world lays bare its secrets.
Ignatius can perceive the boundaries between real space and the immaterium, and has insight into all things therein. He can see immaterial spirits, trace the form of psychic power employed in his presence, and feel the thinning boundaries that hold back the madness beyond. Extended study of such phenomena may allow him to understand them in more detail.

All Soul's Benediction Basic (0/250)
Angels come at their master's call
Making his body a bridge between the realms of the spiritual and material, Ignatius permits immaterial entities to adopt a material form without expending any of their own power in the process, even if such would otherwise not be possible.

Harmonious Academic Methodology Basic (0/250)
An enlightened mind is without flaw
When operating in his areas of academic speciality, Ignatius' knowledge is without flaw. There may be gaps in his understanding, but he is never simply wrong. He also soaks up knowledge at a vastly accelerated rate and from indirect sources; studying the records of a Chapter's military victories may give him a comprehensive knowledge of Codex battle tactics.
Night Charms

Eclipse Charms

Enigmatic Bureau Understanding Basic (0/250)
It's not what you know, but about who you know it…
Ignatius is preternaturally skilled at navigating bureaucracies. He can naturally sense who to talk to in order to obtain results, assess the skill and corruption of any given official he encounters, and instantly parse the full meaning of any technical jargon or legalese placed in his path.

Strange Tongue Understanding Basic (0/250)
What is language, but communication restricted to a single medium?
By observing the words and gestures of a given being, Ignatius can understand what it is attempting to convey, and can make himself understood in turn. Such universal comprehension is less precise than an actual language, and suffers somewhat from a lack of nuance, but is always applicable.
 
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Right then, I think that's enough tinkering with my write-ups and such. It's also enough time spent just humming and herring over specific details and ideas. Time to kick this thing into motion and see how well it runs.

This is my third attempt at a 40k/Exalted cross, though the mechanics have changed significantly and the prior two will have no direct relationship with this one. People following my other Exalted quest should be reassured that it is not being abandoned, I just want to get my creative energies going again and this idea has been worrying at my mind for a while. It's basically a chance for me to go all-in on a setting tailor made for dramatic heroism and I want to see where it goes.

For the curious, the name of the Quest is literally 'God the Father', because our character has a solid claim on being the literal son of the Emperor and woo boy are there some theological implications there. Said implications may cause arguments and literal witch hunts. So that should be fun.
 
[X] The Shepherd - You have served the Church all your life, bringing the light of faith to the downtrodden and those unfairly deprived. You have advised them, comforted them, given them the strength to go on in the face of the galaxy's cruelty and indifference. And now, just when it appeared that the stars would see your flock scattered and your words made a lie, the hand of god has come down and anointed you as one of His chosen. Your flock, it seems, has just grown significantly. (Zenith)

[X] The Firebrand - The Ecclesiarchy is a putrid corpse, rotted from within by the venal corruption of those who should know better. They have gathered wealth and power and proclaimed their politics sanctioned by the Emperor himself… as though the Saviour of Man would ever debase himself with such base corruption. You spoke out against it, fully expecting to be struck down for your words, only to find that the oldest saying is true indeed; the Emperor protects the virtuous. (Zenith)

[X] The Visionary - Humanity has lost so much, and what little remains is guarded jealously by those who enjoy the power it brings. You would see the birthright of mankind restored, and to this end set yourself to studying the dark secrets of history in defiance of the Mechanicus and their enforcers. Such hubris would have been the end of you, but for the benevolence of one who once dreamed as you did, and who saw fit to bless your insane mission with His divine favour. (Twilight)

[X] The Judge - Those with power often feel themselves entitled to disregard the law, to see the enforcers of His Word as their servants instead of their watchdogs. You were determined to prove them wrong, and to that end pursued the corrupt and the venal through a labyrinth of conspiracy and judgement until it led to the very highest of halls. There you would have died, but for His benevolent intervention, and in payment of that debt you will continue your quest until all are held as equals before the law. (Night)
 
[X] The Rebel - The Imperium has always proclaimed itself protector and steward of the million worlds beneath its heel, but you know better. You have seen what the servants of the Aquila have done to your world, heard what they intend if left unchecked, and you have decided; enough. You are a faithful man, but loyalty to a God does not demand loyalty to those who pervert his name, and in the glory of your Exaltation your words are proven right at last. (Dawn)

[X] The Firebrand - The Ecclesiarchy is a putrid corpse, rotted from within by the venal corruption of those who should know better. They have gathered wealth and power and proclaimed their politics sanctioned by the Emperor himself… as though the Saviour of Man would ever debase himself with such base corruption. You spoke out against it, fully expecting to be struck down for your words, only to find that the oldest saying is true indeed; the Emperor protects the virtuous. (Zenith)

[X] The Visionary - Humanity has lost so much, and what little remains is guarded jealously by those who enjoy the power it brings. You would see the birthright of mankind restored, and to this end set yourself to studying the dark secrets of history in defiance of the Mechanicus and their enforcers. Such hubris would have been the end of you, but for the benevolence of one who once dreamed as you did, and who saw fit to bless your insane mission with His divine favour. (Twilight)

[X] The Envoy - Mankind is not alone in the universe, much as some might wish it so, and while the Ecclesiarchy preaches total intolerance of that which is alien you have always known such a stance to be dangerously shortsighted. The xenos must be studied, must be understood, must even at times be treated with as something approaching a peer, and it is in this capacity that you serve the Emperor Above All. To have your service rewarded is an unexpected honour, but one you will strive to repay. (Eclipse)
 
[X] The Soldier - The Astra Militarum is the largest organized fighting force in the galaxy, drawing its recruits from every world and pitting them against every possible foe. You are one amid uncounted billions, a humble soldier fighting on the frontlines of one of the Imperium's innumerable wars, and though you served with skill and pride you always knew you were nothing particularly special. The Emperor, it seems, disagrees. (Dawn)

[X] The Shepherd - You have served the Church all your life, bringing the light of faith to the downtrodden and those unfairly deprived. You have advised them, comforted them, given them the strength to go on in the face of the galaxy's cruelty and indifference. And now, just when it appeared that the stars would see your flock scattered and your words made a lie, the hand of god has come down and anointed you as one of His chosen. Your flock, it seems, has just grown significantly. (Zenith)

[X] The Firebrand - The Ecclesiarchy is a putrid corpse, rotted from within by the venal corruption of those who should know better. They have gathered wealth and power and proclaimed their politics sanctioned by the Emperor himself… as though the Saviour of Man would ever debase himself with such base corruption. You spoke out against it, fully expecting to be struck down for your words, only to find that the oldest saying is true indeed; the Emperor protects the virtuous. (Zenith)

[X] The Judge - Those with power often feel themselves entitled to disregard the law, to see the enforcers of His Word as their servants instead of their watchdogs. You were determined to prove them wrong, and to that end pursued the corrupt and the venal through a labyrinth of conspiracy and judgement until it led to the very highest of halls. There you would have died, but for His benevolent intervention, and in payment of that debt you will continue your quest until all are held as equals before the law. (Night)
 
[X] The Soldier
[X] The Rebel
[X] The Visionary
[X] The Officer

I prefer personal combat more than intrigue or politics but restoring the Mechanicus or leading fleets?
Sign me up!
 
[X] The Visionary - Humanity has lost so much, and what little remains is guarded jealously by those who enjoy the power it brings. You would see the birthright of mankind restored, and to this end set yourself to studying the dark secrets of history in defiance of the Mechanicus and their enforcers. Such hubris would have been the end of you, but for the benevolence of one who once dreamed as you did, and who saw fit to bless your insane mission with His divine favour. (Twilight)

[X] The Soldier - The Astra Militarum is the largest organized fighting force in the galaxy, drawing its recruits from every world and pitting them against every possible foe. You are one amid uncounted billions, a humble soldier fighting on the frontlines of one of the Imperium's innumerable wars, and though you served with skill and pride you always knew you were nothing particularly special. The Emperor, it seems, disagrees. (Dawn)

[X] The Shepherd - You have served the Church all your life, bringing the light of faith to the downtrodden and those unfairly deprived. You have advised them, comforted them, given them the strength to go on in the face of the galaxy's cruelty and indifference. And now, just when it appeared that the stars would see your flock scattered and your words made a lie, the hand of god has come down and anointed you as one of His chosen. Your flock, it seems, has just grown significantly. (Zenith)

[X] The Firebrand - The Ecclesiarchy is a putrid corpse, rotted from within by the venal corruption of those who should know better. They have gathered wealth and power and proclaimed their politics sanctioned by the Emperor himself… as though the Saviour of Man would ever debase himself with such base corruption. You spoke out against it, fully expecting to be struck down for your words, only to find that the oldest saying is true indeed; the Emperor protects the virtuous. (Zenith)
 
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Aw sweet I can get involved before it dies finally!
[X] The Soldier - The Astra Militarum is the largest organized fighting force in the galaxy, drawing its recruits from every world and pitting them against every possible foe. You are one amid uncounted billions, a humble soldier fighting on the frontlines of one of the Imperium's innumerable wars, and though you served with skill and pride you always knew you were nothing particularly special. The Emperor, it seems, disagrees. (Dawn)

[X] The Firebrand - The Ecclesiarchy is a putrid corpse, rotted from within by the venal corruption of those who should know better. They have gathered wealth and power and proclaimed their politics sanctioned by the Emperor himself… as though the Saviour of Man would ever debase himself with such base corruption. You spoke out against it, fully expecting to be struck down for your words, only to find that the oldest saying is true indeed; the Emperor protects the virtuous. (Zenith)

[X] The Visionary - Humanity has lost so much, and what little remains is guarded jealously by those who enjoy the power it brings. You would see the birthright of mankind restored, and to this end set yourself to studying the dark secrets of history in defiance of the Mechanicus and their enforcers. Such hubris would have been the end of you, but for the benevolence of one who once dreamed as you did, and who saw fit to bless your insane mission with His divine favour. (Twilight)

[X] The Envoy - Mankind is not alone in the universe, much as some might wish it so, and while the Ecclesiarchy preaches total intolerance of that which is alien you have always known such a stance to be dangerously shortsighted. The xenos must be studied, must be understood, must even at times be treated with as something approaching a peer, and it is in this capacity that you serve the Emperor Above All. To have your service rewarded is an unexpected honour, but one you will strive to repay. (Eclipse)


Ultimately I think that Firebrand and Envoy have the most personally interesting story arcs, considering just how they tackle the rotting titan that is the Imperium and its many bugbears. The Visionary deals with the nature of the Mechanicus and the Pillars of Knowledge, but that topic has been tackled in just about any Imperium-focused form of media on the forum from just about every direction, and so is less personally interesting. The most standard and vanilla story of them all is, of course, the Guardsman on a ruinous battlefield, facing death in the eye before being granted unbelievable power through their faith and will to hold the line, regardless of what comes to kill them. And yet I have a soft spot for that sort of classic storytelling.

The Imperial Guardsman is the smallest fish of the ten options available besides the Mutant (and while on reflection it's also interesting it's not something I want to see over my votes) and it's always nice to see the underdog rise up and become the literal heir of the Imperium. It's classic and cliche, but I love it. Probably my favourite option.
 
[X] The Soldier - The Astra Militarum is the largest organized fighting force in the galaxy, drawing its recruits from every world and pitting them against every possible foe. You are one amid uncounted billions, a humble soldier fighting on the frontlines of one of the Imperium's innumerable wars, and though you served with skill and pride you always knew you were nothing particularly special. The Emperor, it seems, disagrees. (Dawn)

[X] The Firebrand - The Ecclesiarchy is a putrid corpse, rotted from within by the venal corruption of those who should know better. They have gathered wealth and power and proclaimed their politics sanctioned by the Emperor himself… as though the Saviour of Man would ever debase himself with such base corruption. You spoke out against it, fully expecting to be struck down for your words, only to find that the oldest saying is true indeed; the Emperor protects the virtuous. (Zenith)

[X] The Visionary - Humanity has lost so much, and what little remains is guarded jealously by those who enjoy the power it brings. You would see the birthright of mankind restored, and to this end set yourself to studying the dark secrets of history in defiance of the Mechanicus and their enforcers. Such hubris would have been the end of you, but for the benevolence of one who once dreamed as you did, and who saw fit to bless your insane mission with His divine favour. (Twilight)
 
[X] The Shepherd - You have served the Church all your life, bringing the light of faith to the downtrodden and those unfairly deprived. You have advised them, comforted them, given them the strength to go on in the face of the galaxy's cruelty and indifference. And now, just when it appeared that the stars would see your flock scattered and your words made a lie, the hand of god has come down and anointed you as one of His chosen. Your flock, it seems, has just grown significantly. (Zenith)

[X] The Firebrand - The Ecclesiarchy is a putrid corpse, rotted from within by the venal corruption of those who should know better. They have gathered wealth and power and proclaimed their politics sanctioned by the Emperor himself… as though the Saviour of Man would ever debase himself with such base corruption. You spoke out against it, fully expecting to be struck down for your words, only to find that the oldest saying is true indeed; the Emperor protects the virtuous. (Zenith)

[X] The Visionary - Humanity has lost so much, and what little remains is guarded jealously by those who enjoy the power it brings. You would see the birthright of mankind restored, and to this end set yourself to studying the dark secrets of history in defiance of the Mechanicus and their enforcers. Such hubris would have been the end of you, but for the benevolence of one who once dreamed as you did, and who saw fit to bless your insane mission with His divine favour. (Twilight)

[X] The Envoy - Mankind is not alone in the universe, much as some might wish it so, and while the Ecclesiarchy preaches total intolerance of that which is alien you have always known such a stance to be dangerously shortsighted. The xenos must be studied, must be understood, must even at times be treated with as something approaching a peer, and it is in this capacity that you serve the Emperor Above All. To have your service rewarded is an unexpected honour, but one you will strive to repay. (Eclipse)
 
[X] The Rebel - The Imperium has always proclaimed itself protector and steward of the million worlds beneath its heel, but you know better. You have seen what the servants of the Aquila have done to your world, heard what they intend if left unchecked, and you have decided; enough. You are a faithful man, but loyalty to a God does not demand loyalty to those who pervert his name, and in the glory of your Exaltation your words are proven right at last. (Dawn)


[X] The Firebrand - The Ecclesiarchy is a putrid corpse, rotted from within by the venal corruption of those who should know better. They have gathered wealth and power and proclaimed their politics sanctioned by the Emperor himself… as though the Saviour of Man would ever debase himself with such base corruption. You spoke out against it, fully expecting to be struck down for your words, only to find that the oldest saying is true indeed; the Emperor protects the virtuous. (Zenith)

[X] The Soldier - The Astra Militarum is the largest organized fighting force in the galaxy, drawing its recruits from every world and pitting them against every possible foe. You are one amid uncounted billions, a humble soldier fighting on the frontlines of one of the Imperium's innumerable wars, and though you served with skill and pride you always knew you were nothing particularly special. The Emperor, it seems, disagrees. (Dawn)

[X] The Officer - You are master of a ship, a Captain of the Imperial Navy, oftentimes the only contact the far-flung worlds of humanity will have with the wider Imperium for years at a time. You have served as their protector and their voice, and when the darkness came for those in your charge you stood and fought... and, blazing with the light of the divine, found victory in the face of terrible odds. Now, you have a new mission, a higher duty, and you will see it fulfilled. (Eclipse)
 
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[X] The Soldier - The Astra Militarum is the largest organized fighting force in the galaxy, drawing its recruits from every world and pitting them against every possible foe. You are one amid uncounted billions, a humble soldier fighting on the frontlines of one of the Imperium's innumerable wars, and though you served with skill and pride you always knew you were nothing particularly special. The Emperor, it seems, disagrees. (Dawn)

[X] The Officer - You are master of a ship, a Captain of the Imperial Navy, oftentimes the only contact the far-flung worlds of humanity will have with the wider Imperium for years at a time. You have served as their protector and their voice, and when the darkness came for those in your charge you stood and fought... and, blazing with the light of the divine, found victory in the face of terrible odds. Now, you have a new mission, a higher duty, and you will see it fulfilled. (Eclipse)
Adhoc vote count started by Japanime on Sep 11, 2018 at 11:58 AM, finished with 16 posts and 11 votes.

  • [X] The Firebrand - The Ecclesiarchy is a putrid corpse, rotted from within by the venal corruption of those who should know better. They have gathered wealth and power and proclaimed their politics sanctioned by the Emperor himself… as though the Saviour of Man would ever debase himself with such base corruption. You spoke out against it, fully expecting to be struck down for your words, only to find that the oldest saying is true indeed; the Emperor protects the virtuous. (Zenith)
    [X] The Visionary - Humanity has lost so much, and what little remains is guarded jealously by those who enjoy the power it brings. You would see the birthright of mankind restored, and to this end set yourself to studying the dark secrets of history in defiance of the Mechanicus and their enforcers. Such hubris would have been the end of you, but for the benevolence of one who once dreamed as you did, and who saw fit to bless your insane mission with His divine favour. (Twilight)
    [X] The Soldier - The Astra Militarum is the largest organized fighting force in the galaxy, drawing its recruits from every world and pitting them against every possible foe. You are one amid uncounted billions, a humble soldier fighting on the frontlines of one of the Imperium's innumerable wars, and though you served with skill and pride you always knew you were nothing particularly special. The Emperor, it seems, disagrees. (Dawn)
    [X] The Shepherd - You have served the Church all your life, bringing the light of faith to the downtrodden and those unfairly deprived. You have advised them, comforted them, given them the strength to go on in the face of the galaxy's cruelty and indifference. And now, just when it appeared that the stars would see your flock scattered and your words made a lie, the hand of god has come down and anointed you as one of His chosen. Your flock, it seems, has just grown significantly. (Zenith)
    [X] The Judge - Those with power often feel themselves entitled to disregard the law, to see the enforcers of His Word as their servants instead of their watchdogs. You were determined to prove them wrong, and to that end pursued the corrupt and the venal through a labyrinth of conspiracy and judgement until it led to the very highest of halls. There you would have died, but for His benevolent intervention, and in payment of that debt you will continue your quest until all are held as equals before the law. (Night)
    [X] The Envoy - Mankind is not alone in the universe, much as some might wish it so, and while the Ecclesiarchy preaches total intolerance of that which is alien you have always known such a stance to be dangerously shortsighted. The xenos must be studied, must be understood, must even at times be treated with as something approaching a peer, and it is in this capacity that you serve the Emperor Above All. To have your service rewarded is an unexpected honour, but one you will strive to repay. (Eclipse)
    [X] The Visionary
    [X] The Rebel - The Imperium has always proclaimed itself protector and steward of the million worlds beneath its heel, but you know better. You have seen what the servants of the Aquila have done to your world, heard what they intend if left unchecked, and you have decided; enough. You are a faithful man, but loyalty to a God does not demand loyalty to those who pervert his name, and in the glory of your Exaltation your words are proven right at last. (Dawn)
    [X] The Soldier
    [X] The Rebel
    [X] The Officer
    [X] The Healer
    [X] The Mutant
    [X] The Shepherd
    [X] The Officer - You are master of a ship, a Captain of the Imperial Navy, oftentimes the only contact the far-flung worlds of humanity will have with the wider Imperium for years at a time. You have served as their protector and their voice, and when the darkness came for those in your charge you stood and fought... and, blazing with the light of the divine, found victory in the face of terrible odds. Now, you have a new mission, a higher duty, and you will see it fulfilled. (Eclipse)

Adhoc vote count started by Japanime on Sep 12, 2018 at 4:31 PM, finished with 154 posts and 52 votes.

  • [X] The Cardinal. You have a position of rank and power within the Ecclesiarchy, and you have done what you can to use it for good. Your teachings were always somewhat unorthodox, but you spoke to people's hearts and your support grew ever greater. Now, though, your superiors have rendered judgement, and those who trusted in your words are being condemned as heretics and sent to the pyre. Your position protects you from harm so long as you do not intervene... but you cannot stand aside and let your children burn.
    [X] The Sororitas. You are a Sister of Battle, and your skin bears the scars of many wars. You have slain the enemies of the faith on countless battlefields, advanced far in the service to the Church... and found the worth of those you are supposed to serve lacking. They feast on the victuals of a hundred worlds and drink wine from golden chalices, while you stand guard and know your sisters die in muddy holes with every passing day. No more.
    [X] The Drill-Abbot. You served on the frontlines, and in reward were permitted to retire to the Schola Progenum, there to teach the next generation of Imperial servants how they might best serve the Emperor. For decades you have nurtured their minds and sent them forth into the galaxy. Most died, their lives spent like copper coins, and those who survived highlighted your every failure in the doing. Now you pick up your hammer and set forth to confront your old students, and perhaps in the process teach them one final lesson.
    [X] The Theologian. You graduated top of your class at the Schola, and donned the cassock of a priest with a smile on your face. You had studied the many and varied forms of the Imperial Faith for years on end, only to find that not one of the them reflected the actual truth. The horrors you have witnessed in your service to the mighty have strained your mind, and in the end you knew you were faced with a choice; do the sensible, pragmatic thing, or take a stand on a matter of principle few of your peers even cared to name. Put like that, it isn't really a choice at all, is it?
    [X] The Street Preacher. You walked out of the temple long ago, seeking service of a more worthy kind. The alleys are your church, the forgotten wretches your congregation, the warmth of a full belly the sacrament you offer. You have seen a thousand worthy souls clad in rags and ground into the dust by the Church's imperious neglect, while on the horizon the gilded towers grew ever higher. You cannot turn a blind eye anymore; if your onetime brethren have forgotten those who dwell beneath their feet, then it will be your duty and your pleasure to remind them.
    [X] The Missionary. You have walked beneath alien suns and broken bread with people lost to the Emperor's light for millennia on end. Whole worlds have been brought into the fold by your deeds, and every time you returned home another set of scales fell from your eyes. You can scarcely bare to look upon the place you are meant to be speaking for, and while the frontier yet calls it's sweet siren song... you are done running.
    [X] The Cardinal
    [X] The Theologian.
    [X] The Drill-Abbot
    [X] The Missionary.
    [X] The Street Preacher.
    [X] The Sororitas
    [X] The Rebel - The Imperium has always proclaimed itself protector and steward of the million worlds beneath its heel, but you know better. You have seen what the servants of the Aquila have done to your world, heard what they intend if left unchecked, and you have decided; enough. You are a faithful man, but loyalty to a God does not demand loyalty to those who pervert his name, and in the glory of your Exaltation your words are proven right at last. (Dawn)
    [X] The Firebrand - The Ecclesiarchy is a putrid corpse, rotted from within by the venal corruption of those who should know better. They have gathered wealth and power and proclaimed their politics sanctioned by the Emperor himself… as though the Saviour of Man would ever debase himself with such base corruption. You spoke out against it, fully expecting to be struck down for your words, only to find that the oldest saying is true indeed; the Emperor protects the virtuous. (Zenith)
    [X] The Envoy - Mankind is not alone in the universe, much as some might wish it so, and while the Ecclesiarchy preaches total intolerance of that which is alien you have always known such a stance to be dangerously shortsighted. The xenos must be studied, must be understood, must even at times be treated with as something approaching a peer, and it is in this capacity that you serve the Emperor Above All. To have your service rewarded is an unexpected honour, but one you will strive to repay. (Eclipse)
 
[X] The Rebel - The Imperium has always proclaimed itself protector and steward of the million worlds beneath its heel, but you know better. You have seen what the servants of the Aquila have done to your world, heard what they intend if left unchecked, and you have decided; enough. You are a faithful man, but loyalty to a God does not demand loyalty to those who pervert his name, and in the glory of your Exaltation your words are proven right at last. (Dawn)

[X] The Firebrand - The Ecclesiarchy is a putrid corpse, rotted from within by the venal corruption of those who should know better. They have gathered wealth and power and proclaimed their politics sanctioned by the Emperor himself… as though the Saviour of Man would ever debase himself with such base corruption. You spoke out against it, fully expecting to be struck down for your words, only to find that the oldest saying is true indeed; the Emperor protects the virtuous. (Zenith)


[X] The Envoy - Mankind is not alone in the universe, much as some might wish it so, and while the Ecclesiarchy preaches total intolerance of that which is alien you have always known such a stance to be dangerously shortsighted. The xenos must be studied, must be understood, must even at times be treated with as something approaching a peer, and it is in this capacity that you serve the Emperor Above All. To have your service rewarded is an unexpected honour, but one you will strive to repay. (Eclipse)
 
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[X] The Rebel - The Imperium has always proclaimed itself protector and steward of the million worlds beneath its heel, but you know better. You have seen what the servants of the Aquila have done to your world, heard what they intend if left unchecked, and you have decided; enough. You are a faithful man, but loyalty to a God does not demand loyalty to those who pervert his name, and in the glory of your Exaltation your words are proven right at last. (Dawn)

[X] The Firebrand - The Ecclesiarchy is a putrid corpse, rotted from within by the venal corruption of those who should know better. They have gathered wealth and power and proclaimed their politics sanctioned by the Emperor himself… as though the Saviour of Man would ever debase himself with such base corruption. You spoke out against it, fully expecting to be struck down for your words, only to find that the oldest saying is true indeed; the Emperor protects the virtuous. (Zenith)


[X] The Envoy - Mankind is not alone in the universe, much as some might wish it so, and while the Ecclesiarchy preaches total intolerance of that which is alien you have always known such a stance to be dangerously shortsighted. The xenos must be studied, must be understood, must even at times be treated with as something approaching a peer, and it is in this capacity that you serve the Emperor Above All. To have your service rewarded is an unexpected honour, but one you will strive to repay. (Eclipse)

[X] The Officer - You are master of a ship, a Captain of the Imperial Navy, oftentimes the only contact the far-flung worlds of humanity will have with the wider Imperium for years at a time. You have served as their protector and their voice, and when the darkness came for those in your charge you stood and fought... and, blazing with the light of the divine, found victory in the face of terrible odds. Now, you have a new mission, a higher duty, and you will see it fulfilled. (Eclipse)
 
[X] The Visionary - Humanity has lost so much, and what little remains is guarded jealously by those who enjoy the power it brings. You would see the birthright of mankind restored, and to this end set yourself to studying the dark secrets of history in defiance of the Mechanicus and their enforcers. Such hubris would have been the end of you, but for the benevolence of one who once dreamed as you did, and who saw fit to bless your insane mission with His divine favour. (Twilight)

[X] The Soldier - The Astra Militarum is the largest organized fighting force in the galaxy, drawing its recruits from every world and pitting them against every possible foe. You are one amid uncounted billions, a humble soldier fighting on the frontlines of one of the Imperium's innumerable wars, and though you served with skill and pride you always knew you were nothing particularly special. The Emperor, it seems, disagrees. (Dawn)

[X] The Shepherd - You have served the Church all your life, bringing the light of faith to the downtrodden and those unfairly deprived. You have advised them, comforted them, given them the strength to go on in the face of the galaxy's cruelty and indifference. And now, just when it appeared that the stars would see your flock scattered and your words made a lie, the hand of god has come down and anointed you as one of His chosen. Your flock, it seems, has just grown significantly. (Zenith)

[X] The Healer - You only ever wanted to help people. That's why you trained as a medicus, why you studied the secrets of plague and the mysteries of the gene. You dreamt of a world where humanity need not fear the ravages of mortality, and in the now you focused on healing those who did. As contagion broke out across the world and you struggled desperately to stem the tide, your Emperor chose to share with you some small measure of his miraculous insight, and your dream became the hope of reality (Twilight).
 
[X] The Soldier - The Astra Militarum is the largest organized fighting force in the galaxy, drawing its recruits from every world and pitting them against every possible foe. You are one amid uncounted billions, a humble soldier fighting on the frontlines of one of the Imperium's innumerable wars, and though you served with skill and pride you always knew you were nothing particularly special. The Emperor, it seems, disagrees. (Dawn)

[X] The Shepherd - You have served the Church all your life, bringing the light of faith to the downtrodden and those unfairly deprived. You have advised them, comforted them, given them the strength to go on in the face of the galaxy's cruelty and indifference. And now, just when it appeared that the stars would see your flock scattered and your words made a lie, the hand of god has come down and anointed you as one of His chosen. Your flock, it seems, has just grown significantly. (Zenith)

[X] The Firebrand - The Ecclesiarchy is a putrid corpse, rotted from within by the venal corruption of those who should know better. They have gathered wealth and power and proclaimed their politics sanctioned by the Emperor himself… as though the Saviour of Man would ever debase himself with such base corruption. You spoke out against it, fully expecting to be struck down for your words, only to find that the oldest saying is true indeed; the Emperor protects the virtuous. (Zenith)

[X] The Visionary - Humanity has lost so much, and what little remains is guarded jealously by those who enjoy the power it brings. You would see the birthright of mankind restored, and to this end set yourself to studying the dark secrets of history in defiance of the Mechanicus and their enforcers. Such hubris would have been the end of you, but for the benevolence of one who once dreamed as you did, and who saw fit to bless your insane mission with His divine favour. (Twilight)
 
Oh, right, I should clarify here - many of these archetypes cover a wide range of potential characters. Choosing between them is going to be the second part of the character creation process.

Envoy, for example, could mean a diplomat that treats with alien species on behalf of the Imperium, or it could mean an Explorator that seeks to wring their secrets out of them with his bare hands. Likewise, 'Soldier' covers a wide range of potential specialities, roles and planetary backgrounds, all of which need to be nailed down appropriately.
 
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