-[X] You served with the Reiksguard for many years, fighting the enemies of man and serving as the sword of your father the Emperor. Though you left the order eventually, you are still on good terms with most of them. If you called, you have no doubt that many of those knights would join you on the battlefield again. And you still have your full plate, forged by dwarven hands.
-[X] Your father saw your potential, and when a rare opportunity came his way he took it. You received an education in something truly exotic, the likes which the Old World rarely sees. And you learned much of their culture as well, as the way people fight and live are often intertwined.
-[X] You wandered the Empire, seeking fame and fortune as an adventurer like the stories of old. You have battled monsters, ghosts and marauding warbands, and your exploits and those of your various companions are sung in alehouses the length and breadth of the Empire. You even acquired one or two treasures with a little magic to them, things that saved your life on several occasions.
-[X] On a lone hunt, you came upon a village about to be attacked by a roving band of beastmen. Acting quickly, you sent a boy to call for the Reiksguard and gathered the rest of the townsfolk into the town hall. You held the beastmen off until the Reiksguard arrived several hours later. Since then, you've always felt an ill omen, like you're being watched from the North… (Stonewall Trait, Attention of Chaos)
--[X] One of the most vivid memories of your childhood - and one of the inspirations for your adventurous days - was the arrival of one Anwar al-Sabet, a traveling sha'ir - the knight-poet from the distant and mysterious Araby, master of horse, lance and zajal. On his quest to see the world his One created in its fullness, he rode from his deserts to the employee of Sheiks, then to Estalia, and now to Altdorf, memorizing local tales and stories. Enamored as you were by his tales and his wit, father decided to hire him as your teacher, bodyguard and source of amusement. Although your Arabic is not great and you are unlikely to ever rhyme a priest into a year of penance, your have your way with words, lance and saber, as well as a knowledge of those distant lands not many in Empire have.
-[X] The bards sing your name far and wide, and wherever you go, doors will be open if you would just ask. You can raise armies by simply providing the option, you get free drinks in every tavern in the Empire and more than a few beyond, and now that you are founding an order of Knights… Well, recruitment will never be an issue.
-[X] By luck, you happened upon a small army of elven soldiers hard-pressed by a convergence of beastmen tribes in the wilderness outside Wittgendorf. You were able to relieve their left flank, and in thanks they allowed you to join them on some form of pilgrimage between a number of menhirs. What followed were some of the strangest years of your life, travelling unseen through the Empire and only rarely announcing your presence to local lords, yet slaughtering its enemies at every turn of your Long March. Although the elves swore you to secrecy when they eventually returned home, they did so with smiles.
-[X] You fought a Marquis Blanchet de Gaucourt of Bretonnia - apparently a capable general and warrior - in an honour duel on the fields of Axe Bite Pass, beneath the eyes of two assembled armies. With one stroke you broke the neck of his steed, with the next you shattered his knee, and with the third you split his skull with the pommel of your blade as he lay supine on the ground. To this day, the Bretonnians think you a dishonourable cur, bloody hypocrites. (Duellist Trait, Conflict with Bretonnia)
--[X] Your twelfth birthday was marked by the arrival of one of the great Treasure Ships of Cathay, making port in Altdorf as part of its long trading journey around the world. Eager to sieze the opportunity, your father convinced, at great expense, one of the Celestial Dragon Monks to enter his service for a time before travelling the Old World. The Grand Theogenist was livid, but despite the monk's hulking stature, tough scales and clawed hands, the Colleges of Magic pronounced him untainted by Chaos, and he was allowed to remain. Although Karlchen was a poor student of foreign arts, the monk, whose name translated to Unfurling Iron Lotus, began to teach you many mysteries, like how to meditate upon a spinning leaf and harmonise the rhythms of your body with the turnings of the world. Then he learned what sort of girl you were, and abandoned those lessons in order to teach you much more important things: the fitness regimes and meditations necessary to make your body like unto a steel edifice, sufficient to shatter a stone block with your naked fist.
-[X] Your brother the Emperor tried to dissuade you from this course of action at first, but you weren't going to be swayed by the one whose workload you were trying to reduce. Now that he's accepted that he can't convince you, however, Karlchen has promised something that will help you and your Order greatly, when you most need it. He won't say what it is, though. Asshole. (Mystery Box Option)
--[X] You rode alongside the Reiksguard against Waaagh Brainskuppa, and fought on the very forefront of the charge. But you penetrated too deep, and the greenskins surrounded you. It took you half a day to cut your way back to the camp, with no help but the few knights that survived with you. Now the greenskin tribes consider your name holy; where you go, greenskins will follow. (Tidebreaker Trait, Attracts Orcs)
