Hi @borealflamingo,
No problem! Here are your character backstories -
Bébou (Ogryn)
(Homeworld) 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) 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.
(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.
After barely escaping a massive collapse in which thousands perished, you vowed never to return to the mines.
Marianne (Zealot)
(Homeworld) Incron
An oceanic world, the populace of Incron inhabit vast hive-islands. Incron is the Moebian Domain’s main naval depot. You were born on Incron.
(Childhood) Militia Lackey
The pressed youth of a planetary militia rarely achieve any rank, nor garner any glory. If they’re lucky, they might learn some survival skills while serving as trench-runners or ammo monkeys.
Like many hive juves, you were drafted at an early age to serve a menial role in the local militia.
(Growing Up) Self-reliance
Even the most civilised sectors of the Moebian Domain are subject to all manner of threats, from mutants, rogue psykers, cultists, and more. In the dog-eat-dog world of the lower hives, everyone must find a way to navigate these myriad perils.
After surviving both the Sump Rat Scourge and the Cult of the Red Death uprising, you became a self-confident survivalist, able to emerge relatively unscathed from any situation.
(Defining Moment) Hunted
Amongst the gangs and guilds that dominate the hives, transgressions are often punished by blood debts, which must be fulfilled on pain of death. Those who attempt to flee their blood debts are pursued without mercy by gang enforcers or contract killers.
After a confrontation turned violent and a rival was slain, you were forced to flee to avoid retribution from your enemies.
(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.
Eike (Veteran)
(Homeworld) Messelina Gloriana
A heavily-forested moon that serves as a minor shrine world. Messelina Gloriana has few resources and low population, but is strategically important since the fall of nearby Komaris. You were born on Messelina Gloriana.
(Childhood) Militia Lackey
The pressed youth of a planetary militia rarely achieve any rank, nor garner any glory. If they’re lucky, they might learn some survival skills while serving as trench-runners or ammo monkeys.
Like many hive juves, you were drafted at an early age to serve a menial role in the local militia.
(Growing Up) Conscripted
The Astra Militarum is a formidable force, and a favoured battle tactic is to engage in the enemy in a war of attrition. It takes a constant influx of new recruits to replenish the casualties suffered in the maelstrom of meat-grinder battles.
You were conscripted to join the Moebian 54th regiment of the Astra Militarum, beginning a life of military service that would span several hard-fought campaigns.
(Defining Moment) Warp Storm
Warp travel is notoriously dangerous, and even routine trips can be temperamental. Losing months, years, decades or even centuries during Warp jumps is not uncommon, especially when Warp anomalies or violent storms tear at the Immaterium.
On campaign with the Astra Militarum, you were stranded in a Warp storm for nearly two years.
(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.
Beschrel (Psyker)
(Homeworld) 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) Apprentice Scribe
The most prolific of all offices, the Adeptus Administratum is a bureaucratic monolith made of uncountable lesser departments, charged with the governance of the Imperium.
At an early age you began to learn the number-churning lexicon of the datasmith scribes in the offices of the Adeptus Administratum.
(Growing Up) Visions
It is possible to make a living telling fortunes in the seedy underbelly of Moebian society, but such is the mistrust of witches that it is only a matter of time before the unsanctioned use of psychic powers is reported.
About the time of your coming of age, you began to see murky visions of the future. You used this talent to eke out a living telling fortunes in the dark alleys of the hab-blocks.
(Defining Moment) The Black Ships
Rogue psykers – oft-called “witches” – that are not slain outright are either sent to the Emperor’s table via the Black Ships, or taught to control their powers under the gruelling regime of the Scholastia Psykana.
After being subjected to rigorous (and painful) tests, you were slated for deportation upon one of the Black Ships. However, at the eleventh hour, an agent of the Adeptus Astra Telepathica spotted your potential, and granted you a training place in the Scholastia Psykana.
(Your Sentence) Misplaced Faith
So powerful are the upper figures of the Adeptus Ministorum that to draw their ire by questioning their faith or worldly habits is to invite a death sentence.
You were declared unfaithful by a famous Deacon of Crucis. Most knew the charges stemmed from the audacity of questioning the Deacon’s lavish lifestyle, but you were sent to the prison ship the Tancred Bastion all the same.