Ambition Knows No Bounds | ходы игроков | Belly of the Beast

You were born into wealth and privilege, educated by tutors, and
tempered by spiteful intrigues. You know how to move in the
high circles of Imperial society, you know how to bend others
to your will, and you have never been touched by the harsh
life endured by common citizens. You may be an honourable
and faithful soul, well aware of the duties your station imposes
on you, or a dissolute, apostate rakehell who cares naught for
the low-born. Either way, the risk and the power of a Rogue
Trader’s dynasty beckon to you.
Characteristic Modifiers: –5 Willpower, +5 Fellowship
Starting Skills: Noble born characters begin play with
Literacy (Int), Speak Language (High Gothic) (Int), and Speak
Language (Low Gothic) (Int) as untrained Basic Skills.

You grew to adulthood upon the spire of wealth and privilege
that towers, in some cases literally, high above the common
Imperial masses. You expected their obedience and lived upon
the fruits of their toil, surrendered to your extended family
in solemn fealty. It was an upbringing amidst proud scions,
wastrel lords, and high-priced retainers of silent, watchful
competence. All the distractions available to the wealthy, bored
elite were arrayed before you for the taking, day after day—a
panoply of decadence to enervate the body and transport
the mind. Those were years of fantastical exhibitions, sordid
entanglements, strange drugs, conspiracies for the sake of
show, mindless rivalries, and carefully hidden violence.
Effect: You gain the Decadence Talent and a bonus of
+3 to Agility or Fellowship (your choice). You suffer –3
Perception and 1d5 Corruption Points.

For as long as you can recall, you have been certain that a
grand destiny awaits you. The God-Emperor must watch
over you, for sometimes events have unfolded in exactly
the right manner to carry your plans forward, and at others
times, the actions needed to set you upon the way ahead were
quickly apparent. Perhaps you quest for forbidden truths that
have made you enemies amongst the stolid thinkers of the
Imperium, or perhaps you know in your heart that your fate
lies upon strange xenos worlds, or perhaps you are sure that
you will be the greatest of your bloodline, whose name will
echo down through the ages, no matter what the cost.

Starport taverns and station galleys are filled with travellers,
wanderers, and old voidfarers. Sooner or later, when the
lumen globes have dimmed, these folk will tell of the many
strange legends they have heard. They tell of hell-hulks
crewed by the lost and warp storms that howl with mocking
voices, of the things that claw and scratch at the hull waiting
for the merest flicker of the Geller Field for the warp to pour
in and devour all, and of horrifying xenos encounters and
voyages of the damned. But you have no taste for such stories,
because you know the truth—you have lived them. You have
stared into the eyes of the abyss and lived. You have seen the
dead walk and the bulkheads bleed. These experiences have
marked you, opening your eyes to the darkness that hides
beneath the surface of things, and whether you have recoiled
in dread or been drawn on in fascination is a truth you keep
to yourself.
Things Man Was Not Meant to Know: You may gain a
single Forbidden Lore Skill pertaining to your experiences (or
may increase a Forbidden Lore Skill you already possesses by
one level), or may gain the Resistance (Fear) Talent.
Marked by Darkness: Haunted by your experiences, you
gain 1d5 Insanity Points.

The Imperium of Mankind is a grand hierarchy, and that, to
your eyes, is a ladder reaching from the least peasant to the
blinding heights of the God-Emperor’s own Holy Terra. You
have dedicated your life to climbing that ladder in search of
the highest station you can reach: the greatest power, the most
important position of leadership, the utmost influence. Wealth,
renown, and relationships with the powerful are only important
insofar as they enable you to reach that next step. All too many
fools never reach upward, but you bear them no ill-will. The
position they might have ascended to will be yours, and they
will be your loyal servants in the years ahead.
Effect: You gain your choice of the Talented (choose one)
Talent or the Peer (choose one) Talent.