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[b]Name:[/b] Actus Luft

[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Role/Archetype:[/b] Sage

[b]Personal Demeanour:[/b] Born as a single digit. A stamp. A pile of black robes given to him as soon as he could stand. Born into a world of bureaucracy, where a human does not live as a human but rather as some sort of insect, a scurrying ant left to find its place within a machine forever beyond its reckoning. Such a description speaks volumes for the demeanour of Actus. Anything resembling a personality is something that was constructed later, and only to tick a prerequisite for his promotion to Ordinate.

As a consequence, Actus knows how to interact with other individuals in one of two ways; as a superior, or an inferior. This presents a profound difficulty within the loose structure of an Inquisition cell, forcing Actus to fit his peers into a fabricated social hierarchy within which he can comfortably operate. The irony of a being born to process logic living in a state of fantasy is, mercifully, not apparent to Actus. Others may naturally either find this charming (should they weigh up as a superior in his estimation), or frustrating (should they not).

Actus is not an individual with a capacity for big ideas. His life is dedicated wholly to servitude; his sole motivation to serve his purpose and accomplish a work worthy of being passed on to his successors, his hatred of whatever adversary is ordained for him absolute and requiring no elaboration. This makes him a paltry leader outside the Administratum, but a fiercely loyal and flexible servant hell-bent on accomplishing his directive. It is in this aspect that some light of humanity shines through his muted character; a sort of half-bureaucratic, half-spiritual fervour for serving the great machine of the Imperium.

[b]Speciality:[/b] Predicting warp activity.

[b]Rank:[/b] Acolyte / Auxiliary

[b]Description:[/b] Actus is an unremarkable figure physically. He is an average height, but possesses a sort of natural hunched posture that diminishes his presence and makes him appear smaller. He is thin and wiry, his body being little more than a canvas of pale skin stretched thin over a frame of fibrous muscle and bones.

His head is clean shaven, and home to the most obvious feature of his appearance; a staggered collection of external and subdermal cybernetic implants rippling and emerging from the skin of his scalp. These implants hug the curvature of his skull in plates and coolant spools, before running in connective cables down to his spine. These implants are evident on both sides of his head and appear largely symmetrical, although on the left side there exists a sizable implant large enough to have required the loss of his ear. Actus also possesses an augmented eye of some sort, which manifests itself as an opaque lens surrounded by compact steel casing.

In terms of his clothing, Actus is always found wearing robes of dull grey that end above his ankles, beneath which is visible grey pantaloons and a flak vest.

[b]History:[/b]

Amongst the uphive families of Hive Asceta, it was considered tradition to donate your third child to the Adeptus Administratum, both as a sign of loyalty to the Imperium and to address the ever present issue of overcrowding. This fate befell the young Actus, who was donated to the Adeptus Administratum soon after birth. His parents are of unknown heritage and fate, the act of recording their names being seen as a distasteful distraction to sagehood. His birth records - were one to put the effort into locating them - identify him as being a native of the Lorin system in Segmentum Solar, specifically the hive world Lorin IV. He was relayed as an infant away from his homeworld, and thrown into the Schola Progenium central processing facility in the sub-sector capital. Here he received a basic education until he was old enough to be transferred to the care of the Adeptus Administratum proper.

His duties largely involved attending regular indoctrination sessions and acting as a petty boy-servant to more senior officials, until he was old enough to undergo the first of many augmentative surgeries that he would receive across his lifetime. To say he was a bright but quiet student would be unremarkable, as this could describe any of his peers. Indeed, what set Actus on a different tangent to any of the billions of other low-ranking scholars among the Administratum was no trait of his own, but rather an interaction between the times in which he found himself living, and simple fate. A while prior to his promotion to Ordinate, Actus was not a popular official amongst his department. He had failed to report unusual operating in his logic uplink implant, and as a result had made himself vulnerable to the slow and insidious development of a notorious data-hound virus. He did not appreciate the severity of this mistake until he attempted to establish a routine logic uplink to an unassuming data terminal, and had nearly been killed by the biofeedback seizure as the virus seized full control and entered the department's database.

The substantial data loss would have likely meant being converted into a servitor were he younger or lower ranking. Fortunately for Actus, enough time had been invested in his training and development that this punishment would be doubly wasteful. Instead, he was relegated to a menial and unimportant duty doing work more suited to a data servitor than an adept of the Administratum. He found he had many hours idle between his duties, a shameful and frustrating situation for an individual such as him. In order to prevent the slow creep of insanity and to distract himself from his shame, Actus began to look for work in other endeavours. It was an act of pure chance that his attention fell upon idly sorting and categorising astrographic data broadcast by Imperial shipping fleets. At first his interest had been mundane and recreational, pleased with ordering the vast innards of Imperial infrastructure. But over time, something additional caught his eye. A pattern within the pattern, something that on the surface appeared random but across a dizzying scale began to take shape.

Actus did not realise it for months yet, but he had uncovered the first signs of an grand algorithm predicting the incidence of warp based phenomena. Each freighter reported warp storms, unexpected deviations and issues experienced during warp transit, and observed manifestations of warp activity as a matter of routine. Together these meant little, but when cross-referenced across several millenia the pieces began to fall into place. Actus worked feverishly on his new algorithm in private, for fear he might be discovered and penalised further. Only when he was fully confident in his preliminary findings did he publish his results, with the intention of better informing Imperial shipping lanes on how to avoid warp phenomena.

Only when the black bag was removed from his head, and he found himself seated in the sable-black cubicle of an Inquisition interrogation cell, did he realise that this algorithm would attract quite a different interested party. After he was thoroughly mind-probed - a process made easier due to his extensive neural augmentation - and deemed pure, an offer was extended. Accompany an Inquisitor of the clandestine Ordo Malleus. Act as their sage-acolyte with all that entails. Apply the algorithm in the practise of hunting daemons.

Actus never had to make an easier decision in his life.

[b]Equipment and Armament:[/b]

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[*] Cybernetic Eye: Datalens capable of displaying a visual feed of data, overlaying data onto the visual field, and providing un-augmented vision.
[*] Logic Implants: Extensive neural and auxiliary implants that enable the mass rapid data processing and storage required by his discipline.
[*] Uplink Implant: A form of neural uplink used for transmitting data from logic implants to devices capable of receiving it, such as specially configured weapons, computers, etc.
[*] Dataslate
[*] Laspistol
[*] Imperial Aquila pendant
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