Clarissa, Saint of Peniteus Balteus
-Burned out?? Living saint
-Member of ancient sect called Sisters of the Emperor.
-Venerated as unofficial saint by Void Clans.
-Believes that Imperium is not worty of the Emperor on it’s current state. Zealot for reformation of ecclesiarchy.
-Despises Archdiocese Humer
WS 40 BS 33 S 42 T 37 Ag 40 Int 36 Per 31 WP 37 Fel 36
Movement: Wounds: 12 TB: Armor:
Skills: Athletics, Dodge, Intimidate, Common Lore (Adepta Sororitas), Linguistics (High Gothic), Parry +10, Scholastic Lore (LegendsTacticae Imperialis)
Talents: Cleanse with Fire, Flagellant, Peer (Adepta Sororitas, Confederation of Light, Void Union), Ritual of Purification, Weapon Training (Bolt, Flame, Chain)
Traits: Brutal Charge (2)
Equipment: Hand flamer, chainblade, armoured bodyglove (0 / 3 / 3 / 3), chrono, dataslate, stablight, micro-bead, Sororitas power armor (0 / 7 / 8 / 7), Sororitas power armour helmet (7)
Weapons:
- Godwyn-De’az Bolter: Basic 90m S/2/– 1d10+5 X Pen 4 Clip 30 Rld: Full Reliable, Tearing 6kg Very Rare
- Brazier of Holy Fire: Melee – 1d10+5 E Pen 3 Flame, Holy, Unbalanced 6kg Very Rare
- Hand Flamer Pistol: Range 10m; S/-/-; 1d10+4 E; Pen 2; Clip 2; Reload 2 Full; Flame, Spray
- Chainsword: One-Handed Melee – Chain 1d10+2 R; Pen 2;
Aptitudes: Strenght, Social, Willpower, Agility, Fieldcraft, Intelligence, Offence, Toughness
Special:
- Strength from the Land: An agri-world character starts with the Brutal Charge (2) trait.
- Incorruptible Devotion: Whenever an Adepta Sororitas character would gain 1 or more Corruption Points,
she gains that many Insanity Points minus 1 (to a minimum of 0) instead. - Cleansing Pain: Whenever a Penitent character sufers 1 ormore points of damage (after reductions for Toughness
bonus and Armour), he gains a +10 bonus to the first test he makes before the end of his next turn.
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Ritual of the Purification
A living saint, who is believed to be a holy or divine person, may perform a purification ritual against demons in a specific way according to their Imperial creed.
- Preparation: The living saint may begin by preparing themselves mentally and physically for the ritual. This could involve meditation or prayer, fasting, mortification of flesh, pilgrimage or other forms of purification.
- Invocation: The living saint then invokes the name or power of the Emperor and his saints and martyrs believed to be able to protect against demons.
- Protection: The living saint surrounds themselves with a protective circle, or use holy water, oil, or other sacred substances to create a barrier against demons.
- Cleansing: The living saint uses incense, herbs, or other cleansing agents to purify the space or object where the demons are believed to be present.
- Confrontation: The living saint may then directly confront the demons, using prayer or other spiritual methods to drive them away or banish them.
- Sealing: The living saint may then seal the space or object with additional prayers or blessings, to prevent the demons from returning.
Past of Penintent Clarissa
Early years
There was an agri-world called Valtara that was known for its bountiful fields and beautiful shrines to the Emperor of Mankind. The people of Valtara were fiercely loyal to the Imperium, and their devotion to the Emperor was unmatched. It was said that the very air on Valtara was filled with the presence of the Emperor, and that the faithful could feel His divine power in every step they took.
One of the most beloved members of the Valtaran community was a young girl named Clarissa. She was a humble servant of the Emperor, tending to the shrine in her village and leading the faithful in prayers and hymns. Clarissa was known for her gentle spirit and her unwavering faith, and she was loved by all who knew her.
One day, a great calamity befell Valtara. A squad of Chaos marines descended upon the planet, led by a powerful warlord known as Karrad Val. The people of Valtara fought bravely, but they were vastly overpowered, and the enemy seemed to be unstoppable.
Clarissa was one of the survivors of the initial attack. She fled into the wilderness with a handful of other refugees, carrying with her only the holy relics of the shrine. For weeks, they wandered through the barren wastelands of Valtara, constantly pursued by Karrad Val’s minions.
The death of Clarissa
I could hear the gurgling sound as blood slowly filled my lungs. In front of me, I could see the fallen Imperial standard and my slain comrades in arms, their torn bodies revealing the details of carnage that had led to this moment. The battlefield was a nightmarish tableau, a testament to the savage efficiency of the Eldar onslaught that had shattered the once-unyielding line of the Imperial Guard.
Beside me, my Sisters of Battle had fought with fervor, but the ethereal grace of the craftworld Eldar proved overwhelming. Their war machines, mysterious and lethal, had cut through our defenses, leaving the ground strewn with the bodies of my fallen sisters. Each valiant stand had ended in tragedy as one by one, they had succumbed to the merciless onslaught.
With grim determination, I had rallied the shaken Guardsmen, urging them to stand firm against the xenos tide. We formed a desperate alliance, the faithful of the Emperor united against a common foe. Together, we launched a desperate counter-attack, our weapons blazing as we sought to push the Eldar invaders back.
But the bone machines, half-visible specters of death, emerged from the midst of the craftworld army. They moved with an otherworldly fluidity, tearing through the Guardsmen and Sisters alike. As the battle unfolded, the forces of the Imperium were overwhelmed by the vile xenos that seemed to defy the laws of the mortal realm.
In the heart of the maelstrom, I fought alongside my sisters and the Guardsmen, my bolt pistol roaring defiance. However, the enemy closed in, and the once defiant line began to crumble. Surrounded by the half-visible horrors, I found myself isolated, my sisters and Guardsmen slain on their feet.
With desperation burning in my heart, I raised the aquila of the Guardsman regiment high, a symbol of unyielding defiance in the face of impending doom. Each shot from my bolt pistol was a prayer to the Emperor, a final stand against the encroaching darkness.
But as I shouted my defiance, the cold grip of failure tightened around my heart. The Eldar war machine, a colossal walking bone construct, brought its stomping foot down with unrelenting force. My broken body was cast aside like a toy, the echoes of my final defiance drowned out by the cruel rhythm of the battlefield.
As the world around me started to fade into darkness, I felt the weight of failure in the service of the Emperor. The cold grip of despair took hold, and I whispered a prayer for forgiveness, my sacrifice on this desolate battlefield a tragic reminder of the unending struggle against the enemies of mankind.
Resurrection of Clarissa
As I wheezed out my last breath and succumbed to the dark oblivion, my mind was suddenly filled with light, warmth, and emotion, casting the cold of death away. In that luminous embrace, the ethereal figure before me took shape—a man of immense power whose presence transcended mortal understanding. His hands, bathed in an otherworldly radiance, formed the sign of an imperial crown, a symbol that seemed to echo through the very fabric of the reality.
His blue-grey eyes, deep and penetrating, locked onto mine with an intensity that went beyond the physical, as if reaching into the very essence of my being. It was a gaze that pierced through the veil of mortality, imparting a profound sense of purpose and destiny. With an inexplicable surge of energy, I jolted awake, finding myself on the desolate battlefield surrounded by the remnants of a brutal clash.
The remains of the battle lay beneath layers of dust and soot, a stark reminder of the carnage that had unfolded. But contrary to the destruction around me, my body was miraculously healed. Even the scars that bore witness to the trials of my childhood had vanished, leaving only the pristine canvas of renewed flesh.
Yet, as I stood amidst the aftermath, a weight pressed upon my shoulders—the weight of failure and the burden of my resurrection. The fallen Sisters and Guardsmen, their sacrifices etched into the very fabric of the battlefield, haunted my thoughts. The imperial crown, now a vivid memory, beckoned me to seek a purpose beyond the confines of this blood-soaked ground, its meaning elusive but undeniably significant.
Leaving the battlefield behind, I donned a simple robe and embarked on a journey as a penitent pilgrim among the vast star vessels of the Imperium. Each ship became a sanctum, a place where I sought the meaning of my vision. From one sacred site to another, I traversed, visiting shrines and seeking counsel from the Ecclesiarchy. The imperial crown, a celestial guide, urged me forward in my quest for understanding.
And then, amid the hushed whispers of the void, a tale reached my ears, setting my heart ablaze with newfound purpose. Void miners, in the depths of an asteroid belt, had unearthed an Imperial crown forged from adamantium, a material known for its resilience against the forces of the warp. Driven by an unyielding determination, I set a course for the asteroid belt, my penitent pilgrimage converging with the tangible quest for the Imperial crown of adamantium.
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