[b]Name:[/b] Michael Val'Holryn

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[b]Age:[/b] 30

[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Former Occupation:[/b] Sanctioned Battle Psyker

[b]Equipment:[/b] Reinforced greatcoat (flak plating sewn into the vest of the coat) Other misc Telepathica regalia. 

Las-pistol – 2 Charge packs

Force staff

Emperor's Tarot Deck

[b]Personality:[/b] Despite the numerous indignities piled on him after being foricbly taken as a young boy for training in the telepathica. Michael Refuses to be the snivelling cretin they wanted him to be. he remembered the status of his birth, the meaning of it and took strength from his heritage to hold his head high and rise above such petty indignities. 

He carries himself the the nobility that was denied to him. As a point of self pride and image perhaps but it is none the less important. Belief in his natural strength of will, his families genes and legacy were powerful enough to aid him, and the shame he knew his father would have for him would be ever see his son crying and weeping in defeat. He used that to power his way through all the trials and hardships and tortures. to bite his lip and power through with determination and the zeal to prove that he was better and was less than the animal he was treated like. 

Though he cannot recall either of his parents faces, he has clung to their name and still bears it with pride. 

[b]Notable Events:[/b] First, there was his selection. Michael was from a high born family on the hive world of Scintilla. His father was a Baron of hive Tarsus. Every day of his youth he was reminded of his status and his potential by his parents. He was told time and again that he would grow to be a leader of common men and most importantly, that one day he would rule at the head of his family. Leading his house to ever greater glories and prestige. 

It was around five years old that he started to exhibit his psykic powers. His father tried to keep it quiet as did his mother. The last thing any noble house needed was fodder to be used against them. If it was discovered he was a psyker rival houses might use it as ammunition against the Val'Holryn name. Claiming anything from heresy to impurity of blood. In the end he was never certain how it was discovered. But when he was eight they came for him. His father was furious, and did everything from threaten to bribe to beg not to let his son and heir be taken from him. But the woman who took him merely flashed a symbol, something he now knew to be the Inquisitorial rossette. And demanded compliance or his house to face sanction and possibly extermination for hiding Michael from them for three whole years. His father had no choice but to relent. 

The most notable event of any sanctioned psykers life is the soul binding, performed in the depths of the emperor's own palace. It was for Michael, and others the single most painful experience of his life. More than all the surgeries and 'administrations' of his instructors and tutors at the schola psykana. The fact he survived the procedure was a minor miracle in itself, And surviving without his eyes being burned from their sockets even more so. 

But the soul binding is also one of the most incredible experiences one can ever have. To share a glimpse of the Emperor's own mind and inconprehensible power, to share for the breifest of moments a shard of his vast knowledge and existence was..... Well it was...... Indescribable. And he pities the common masses of the Imperium for never being able to share in that experience. That one moment does more to secure one's faith in the god Emperor than number of sermons. 

Next would be his time in service to the schola Psykana. Training to become a living artillery cannon and more effectively counter heretic and xeno's witches. Some years spent working alongside more seasoned psykers in support roles. He learned first hand how to resist the temptations of the enemy and how to surpress the nightmarish whispers that taunted him as he pushed his mind to the limits of safety and spellcraft. He also become accomplished in the discipline of the Storm Wroth. Ejecting ones loathing and concempt for his enemies in the form of cackling bolts of edritch lightning and thunder. A simple discipline to learn but a good first step in his career non the less. 

He never did finish his training and undergo trials for full Primaris status. During one deployment to Woldorn V his regiment was caught in the thick of hard and dirty fighting. He served as part of a larger psyker squad wreaking devastation through the enemy ranks and duelling what  few would-be sorcerers rose from their ranks. Off the field he was tasked with probing the minds of prisoners and assisting in interrogations. 

It was during the aftermath of this conflict that he was plucked from his attached position and 'requested' to serve the Imperium in a greater capacity than he currently was. A much greater and darker capacity that would see his abilities pushed in unconventional ways, and possibly expanded far beyond what the Telepathica was capable of providing, or allowing him to reach. 

[b]Time With Inquisitor:[/b] Five years. Since the aftermath of the Woldorn V uprising. 

[b]Character Rolls:[/b]

Depths of the warp- Twice as resistant to warp taint, psykic backlash and daemonic temptation and possession. 

[b]Psyker powers:[/b]

Augery via Emperor's Tarot

Lighting Bolt/Arc

Lightning field

A wide array of minor psyker powers- 
telekenesis, 
psykicly improved senses, 
Precognition, 
Mending lesser wounds,
Uncanncy aim,
Mind probe,