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Paul Blackshore

A drunk bacon eating buffoon when he was younger, this person left home and went down through a series of industrial hives and found a great well. In the well he thought he saw inner peace, in fact he was being conned and robbed by an evil cultist group. He went down and down through the hive. Later he saw great inequity, but he was stuck trying to get back to home.

In his home he hoped to learn a little, and he did, he learnt a little of telekinesis, he learnt this from a bad couple of women and an ugly male dwarf. He found himself beside himself with anger sometimes, and had to take a series of relaxants. First he delved into the Kalma, but through that away, coping with the after addiction with Recaff in huge quantities. In the end, after this he was smoking light cigars and thinking of growing a beard. He had mastered four basic spells of telekinesis.

However he was tested and could only use basic weapons like boots, knives and his pistol. Really they insisted and lead him on a chase through the world of institutions and prisons, soon fighting back in the depths of the hive. He felt disabled and scared sometimes but kept fighting, soon he could use a short staff or cane reasonably well. He could as well use his fists and his now notorious venom spraying custom smuggler pistol. He left the world to become a real rogue trader.

He smuggled goods and medicines, he even put through legal evidence to protect the weak and younger people. He found his lift hard, but enjoyed the good times with his drinking friends and his few wives. He knew that he was not made for long term love, but dreaded war on a grand scale. And then war did break out and he was needed. Suppressing the four spells in to make just two was hard. He learnt and forced in only Draggain, which will move an object instantly and Shatterain which shatters small metal objects, like a terminal.

Fighting this war he used his twin steel holo canes to smash the enemy apart, his fast fingers would grab his pistol weapon and gun down his enemies, with the strength of both wizard and rogue. He had in the palm of his hand the ability to lay down fire. And could do maths and read well enough to change the engagement for the profit of the Imperium. Otherwise he was sitting around in a satellite watching the proceedings. Small craft space flight was all he could manage himself, and needed to be ferried around.

Simply the best of enemies was the desperate foe, the greedy hog mutant, Allano. This vial master poisoner had drugged many people and left them for dead, where ever he had gone. Working with the real Inquisition and working with the real arbitrators and enforcers of the hive made this lazy drunk, give up on strong beverages and become a great war hero. He had a medal and retirement, to be called upon again, for fighting for four years with little to no sleep.

M4 WS5 BS4 S3 T4 I5 A2 W2 LD9
Furious Charge, Parry, Two handed Mace
Venomous Pistol “Striking with slow firing with two shots if any, this can really make you forget.” Range 18inches Short plus 1 Long minus 1 Strength X Armour Rapid Fire- Sleeper Toxin, X this wounds on a four plus always

45 credits per fight