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Since the game doesn’t provide a way to retrieve/view the backstories of your characters, I’m asking if they could be somehow looked-up/provided from y’all’s end. I have 4 - Gav the Ogryn, Gloriana the Psyker, Hugot the Zealot, and Saldar the Veteran.
No, I don’t use mods
Steam (PC)
I actually can look this up! It is admittedly a bit of a hassle, as it won’t let me simply copy some segments correctly for whatever reason, and requires a considerable amount of time to present here. (Hopefully this doesn’t become a common request! 
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On that note, might I suggest creating a discussion over at our Gameplay Feedback section to propose a feature to view one’s own operative background information? Perhaps if enough players show interest in the idea, it could be read and considered by our developers.
https://forums.fatsharkgames.com/c/darktide/feedback/96
Now, on to those operatives…
Gav
Home World: Crucis
Considered the “second world” of the Moebian Domain, Crucis is a large shrine world, and a popular destination for pilgrimages.
You were born on Crucis.
Childhood: Moebian Shrineguard
The Moebian Shrineguard are a religiously fanatical, xenos-hating militia, sworn to defend the tenets and temples of Saint Messelina to the death.
At a young age you survived the Bloody Throne ritual to join an Ecclesiarchy Militia sect known as the Emperor’s Scions. Initiates into the cause were treated harshly, but your many hardships only tempered your faith and resilience.
Growing Up: Strong Arm
Whether on the factory floor, in the dens of hive gangs, or within the ranks of the Astra Militarum, might often makes right. The strong are used to dominate, while the weak fall by the wayside.
As you came of age, you grew into a formidable physical specimen, and were put to work as a strong arm – collecting debts, intimidating rivals, and putting down the opposition.
Defining Moment: Mining Accident
The life expectancy of a mine worker is low. Despite being an essential cog in the great industrial machine of the Imperium, those miners with sufficient will dream of escaping the endless drudgery of their subterranean existence.
After barely escaping a massive collapse in which thousands perished, you vowed never to return to the mines.
Your Sentence: Dereliction of Duty
The punishment for dereliction of duty is often death, but in some cases this sentence is waived in exchange for service in a penal battalion, or worse…
You ran afoul of a superior from the upper hive and were wrongfully accused of abandoning your post. Because the superior’s testimony was suspect, the tribunal ordered hard labour over death, and so you were sent to the prison ship the Tancred Bastion.
Personality: The Brawler
Gloriana
Home World: Mornax
A small, grim, mining world known for its hellish conditions, which produce a famously hardy and dour populace.
You were born on Mornax.
Childhood: Tunnel Sentry
Not yet fully grown and able to slip through tight confines, hive youths make excellent tunnel sentries in the mines. It is dangerous work, and crippling injuries or death are all too common.
In your early years you were a tunnel sentry in the mines, tasked with everything from relaying messages, to keeping a lookout for collapses or marauding ambulls.
Growing Up: Outcast
Imperial Citizens are taught to hate and fear mutants and witches, and in such an atmosphere, any who show even a minor inexplicable malady are avoided like a plague, or even ostracized by their communities.
As you came of age, you became subject to strange fits that sometimes had you speaking in tongues. It was not long before you were shunned by all who knew you.
Defining Moment: Declared a Witch
Unsanctioned Psykers are rounded up and handed over to the Adeptus Astra Telepathica, where their fate is decided. Most are either selected for training by the Scholastia Psykana, or sent on the Black Ships to feed the Astronomican.
Tipped off by locals, the enforcers arrived and declared you an unsanctioned psyker. You were arrested and handed to the Scholastia Psykana.
Your Sentence: Dereliction of Duty
The punishment for dereliction of duty is often death, but in some cases this sentence is waived in exchange for service in a penal battalion, or worse…
You ran afoul of a superior from the upper hive and were wrongfully accused of abandoning your post. Because the superior’s testimony was suspect, the tribunal ordered hard labour over death, and so you were sent to the prison ship the Tancred Bastion.
Personality: The Loner
Hugot
Home World: Rocyria
A small agri-world that produces intensively farmed and mass-harvested grain crops. Rocyrians are the butt of many jokes, considered ‘backwards’ by other Moebians, and yet they are hard-working and honest to a fault.
You were born on Rocyria.
Childhood: Agri-toiler
Few hive worlds are capable of supporting their own populations, and so the duty of providing food for the Imperium’s untold billions falls to the agri-worlds, where the entire surface of a planet is devoted to growing crops or raising livestock on an unimaginable scale.
As a youth you spent several years as an agri-toiler, working in vast grain fields to meet near-impossible quotas.
Growing Up: Lowly Scribe
The endless chain of bureaucratic work of the Adeptus Administratum is full of tedium, but also danger, for ambitious individuals will stop at nothing in their struggle for advancement. Many a scribe has lost their life in squabbles over a better grav-lantern or a desk nearer a cooling unit.
You learned to read and write early, and became an apprentice scribe in the sprawling offices of the Adeptus Administratum.
Defining Moment: A Strange Artifact
The Adeptus Ministorum, often known as the Ecclesiarchy, is obsessed with tracking down holy relics of saints and martyrs. Most turn out to be fakes with no value, but that doesn’t stop a brisk trade in holy knucklebones, mummified toes, sainted tonsures and the like.
While on a pilgrimage, you found a reputed treasure and became obsessed that it might be a holy relic with fantastic powers.
Your Sentence: Sedition
Overtly seditious conduct, ranging from disrespectful speech to mass organisation with intent to protest, is all considered part of a tendency toward rebellion against the established order. And that is something the Imperium will not tolerate…
Someone overheard you expressing disgust at the weird taste of corpse starch and reported you to a foreman. Within hours you were on your way to the prison ship, the Tancred Bastion.
Personality: The Judge
Saldar
Home World: Branx Magna
A thriving industrial world, Branx Magna is the most densely populated in the Moebian Domain, its teeming billions manning its continent-spanning manufactorums night and day.
You were born on Branx Magna.
Childhood: Progena
Orphans of the Imperium, progena are given an upbringing like no other within the Schola Progenium. There, they learn much of discipline, willpower, and hatred of the traitor, preparing them for life in service to the God-Emperor.
The promising scion of an Imperial officer slain in battle, you were raised in the Schola Progenium, where you learned to be an uncompromising soldier of the Imperium.
Growing Up: Comfort through Discipline
When searching for new recruits, the Astra Militarum will take anyone able body, but those with discipline and mental fortitude make the most reliable soldiers for the crucible of war, and are often earmarked as the officers of the future.
Though subjected to an environment of endless toil and unimaginable hardship, you refused to be broken, developing an iron will and an ordered, disciplined mind that have served you well to this day.
Defining Moment: Elite Formation
You quickly proved to be a capable soldier and found yourself recruited into a storied regiment. After many gruelling battles across a dozen worlds, you earned your Veteran status. Great things were expected of you.
After decorated service in the Astra Militarum, you were honoured by being recruited into an elite regiment.
Your Sentence: Insubordination
Disobedience, real or implied, to Imperial authority is enough to earn demotion, prison, or death.
It wasn’t that you didn’t get out of the way for the passing magistrate, it was that you didn’t get out of the way quickly enough. That alone was enough to earn a one way trip to the prison ship, the Tancred Bastion.
Personality: The Professional
Thanks for your work! I just wanted to have this on hand for personal use. Very helpful, and I’ve gone and made a feedback thread.