Current Status: Alive
Threat to area stability: High
Name: Pharean Tarmn
Age: 16
Occupation: Traveller, in search of experience.
Driven by: Nothing particularly, but holds high disdain for the Imperium of Man.
Skills: Wyrd Telepath, Familiar, Enforce Will.
Failings: Poor shot and is not especially brave.
Other: Honest and peaceful.
Fitness: 4
Intelligence: 5
Morals: 6
Bravery: 3
Weapons: Duelling pistol, knife, and armoured gauntlets.
Other Equipment: Falcon and reload for pistol.
Armour: 2 on all locations except head.
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History:
My father, such that I know of him, was a powerful telepath, with many other Wyrd powers. He tried setting himself up as a warlord a few decades ago, possibly with the intention of destroying the Imperium. Obviously, he failed, but no one truly knows what happened to him. He may be dead, or a prisoner of the Inquisition, or still roaming the fringes of the galaxy, trying to drum up support.
He was an intensly charismatic man, and his mystery drew many women to him. My mother was one of these. She was born and raised on a small backwater planet. Her family were farmers, but she hated that lifestyle. When my fathers army reached her planet, she joined them, and with her good looks, soon became close to him. However, the closer she got to him, the more she learnt. He had never loved her, and merely wanted to strengthen and continue his bloodline. She grew to loath him, and stole a ship to take herself and her unborn child far away from his malevolent reach.
She spent months travelling from planet to planet, in search of a safe haven. In the end, she chose Teriss-Kayi, a harsh, inhospitable planet home to a secluded brotherhood of monks. As she reached the planet, labour struck. Her ship crashed in the mountains near their village, but she had got clear in time. A group of monks, investigating the explosion, found us. My mother, nearly dead, entrusted me to them, before heading towards eternal peace.
I grew up surrounded by others my age, but I always felt different. My telepathic powers manifested at an early age, but the experienced elder monks helped me keep them in check, and later control them. The order were pacifist, but they still knew the value of fighting skills. We were trained in unarmed combat, and many close combat weapons. They disapproved of guns and explosives, and my aim is still poor.
On a youth's fifteenth birthday, they come of age, and are allowed into the inner keep, where the monks store many secrets. I never got to see them. Less than a week before my fifteenth birthday, the Imperium found us. Ships came screaming down through the atmosphere, and Space Marines stormed through the town, slaughtering my friends, my mentors, my family. Some of us reached the ships, and as many of us as possible escaped. To a telepath, still learning mental discipline, the effect was horrendous. The sounds, the sights, the scent, overwhelmed me and I lost consciousness. I woke up in space, on board a small freighter. From then on, I hated the Imperium, and vowed never to help it.
A few days later, we reached a new haven. Most of it's inhabitants were hunter-gatherers, trained in the art of the gun. I stayed there less than a month, hating their disrespect for nature. When I left, they were kind enough to me to give me money, a fine pistol, and a Falcon, to accompany me. I set off to explore the galaxy. My first stop, Parragon.
