Taken from a world of wandering vine forests situated to the galactic north, beyond even the Eye. Schooled in the rites of the Pantheon and killing in their name, he is a taker of trophies and mutilator of the dead, leaving marked corpses and always taking a prize from his kill.
Dressed in crude cured leather from his quarries, at least some of which is Imperial Citizen and his head adorned with a crown crafted from worthy prey. In his hands a rudimentary but deadly-effective solid shot rifle. Hand forged and assembled, firing thrice blessed ammunition hewn from teeth and bone he is a stealthy killer, striking his chosen prey silently before taking his due and paying his respects to the Gods.
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