Right, sorry I missed the part where you explicitly said to put the character sheets up here. My bad :/ Here is my character sheet at the moment though. I have mostly gotten into WH40k through just playing the wargame, which I have only started quite recently, and some the TTRPGs. My knowledge of the lore mostly comes from friends vomiting it at me which never sunk in super well. So let me know if I made any egregious mistakes. The general arc I have for this character is him overcoming some lingering PTSD issues from the attack in his history.

[hider=Character Sheet Template][b]Name:[/b] Lyvon Hamilton

[b]Age:[/b] 27

[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Race:[/b] Human

[b]Appearance:[/b] 
6'1 and well built, Lyvon has the physique of a trained solider. Due to his homeworld his complexion is very pale. He has closely cropped blond hair and keeps clean-shaven at all times possible. His face is unmarked by any scarring or distinguishing features beyond blue eyes. Mostly seen wearing his fatigues, which come in the form of a red jumpsuit, and combat boots. While off-duty in common areas he will leave the top half undone and tied around his waist with his white vest on to cover himself.

When the occasion calls he wears standard-issue Imperial Flak Armour, coloured a shade of pale blue. His Lasgun and laspistol share the same colour for their outer casing. The former is kept in his bunk while the latter is kept on him along with a knife bayonet. Also stored safely away are several frag grenades.

[b]Personality:[/b]
Lyvon is a mostly laid-back, surprisingly cheerful man who tends to avoid confrontation as much as possible. Something he tries to suppress is the fact that he is a coward. While trained too well to abandon almost any mundane fight, the sight of explicit warp manipulation triggers profound trauma making any sort of forward movement difficult. All that said when it comes to more 'organic' fights he maintains a level head and utilizes his lifetime of training effectively, even against most Xenos forces. For now, he is content to work his job onboard the Praetorian Steel as a mercenary and he takes his duty to protect the crew seriously. However, his primary goal is to keep a lookout for a weapon or lost piece of tech that could be used as some sort of ultimate weapon against psykers and with it, a fighting chance against The Thousand Sons. 

[b]Relationship to the Dynasty:[/b] Nothing significant here. A hired hand that has proven well worth the money over several years aboard the Praetorian Steel. Deeply respected the previous captain and familiar enough with Rudyard to give him the same courtesy although somewhat wary of his inexperience.

[b]History:[/b] 
Millenia ago The Emporer's Executioner, Leman Russ and his Space Wolves, lead an assault on Prospero, burning it to almost nothing. Supporting them were several regiments of Cadian troops who battled the ground forces fiercely. While the heroic clashes happened among the Angels Of Death, one regiment found themselves pushing forces right back into the ritual chamber of Ahriman himself. Inside they found an ancient relic and, as Prospero burned, they and the relic were taken back to Fenris where they set up a base.

The Wolven Legion, as they came to be known, remained there while never losing touch with their Cadian routes. They did, however, colour their armour to be more like the Space Marine Chapter whose world they shared. When Cadia fell it devastated them no less than any of the other Cadians.

Wars came and went, Lyvon was born in the midst of the current Psychic Awakening and underwent the same training all Cadian soldiers go through from birth. He was just old enough to fully enlist when Ahriman bore down on the Fenrisian Colony. With their terrifying psychic might, they ripped through the opposing forces with a casual ease that chilled Lyvon to the bone. To his great shame, he froze as his fellows around him died. A commissar was moments from killing him, as he knew he deserved, before too being ripped apart by a Sorcerer. Maybe it was being covered in his would-be killer's gore that kept him from being noticed. Lyvon never knew but when the Thousand Sons eventually left it was all he could do to run but the terrible whispers of "All Is Dust" has never left his mind.

Lyvon stowed away on a ship carrying the Space Wolves to their next battle and left at the first planet they passed. He offered his services as a trained combatant for one crew then the next, facing all manner of enemies from Tyranids to Orks, before finally finding more permanent employ with the Falcon-Cooks.

[b]Skills:[/b] 
Like any Cadian, Lyvon has a lifetime's worth of gruelling training with all manner of combat, most of which he has kept up. Physically he is close to peak human ability and can competently handle las-weapons, ballistics, close-quarters weapons, and even plasma weaponry. All that said his combat training left little time for other avenues of study. He is only fluent in Low-Gothic and unfamiliar with any of the technocratic disciplines of the Adeptus Mechanicus, only just able to maintain his personal weaponry.

[b]Equipment:[/b]
Unless explicitly asked by his captain, Lyvon will prefer to keep his lasgun, frag grenades, and Flak Armour stowed safely in his bunk. He knows all too well how quickly combat can arise though and ensures he keeps his laspistol fully charged and on him at all times as well as a combat knife that can attach to his lasgun as a bayonet. Also kept in his bunk, unless debarking, is a neatly stored backpack with the necessary equipment for weapon and armour repairs, a medkit, some rations, some spare fatigues, and other generally useful items like rudimentary survival gear.

[b]Miscellaneous:[/b] Unsure as of right now, will wait for feedback though[/hider]