This seems pretty awesome! Would love to throw my hat in if you'd have me:
Occupation: Imperial cult abbey steward
Kanis is 6ft and is incredibly muscular for one who has devoted himself to spread the word of the Holy Emperor. His body is covered from his shoulders down to his ankles in tattoos, displaying phrases from the Lectitio Diviniatus or images of holy relics. His forehead bares the mark of the Aquilia, branded onto his face the night he turned from his sinful ways. His body is shaved, giving his pale skin a shimmering effect when he passes under the remaining lights of the city. Although his face bears the wrinkles of age, his eyes burn with determination, a fire which does not seem to want to be extinguished yet. Although not noticeable at first, Kanis has had his tongue removed, meaning that he is mute.
He still wears his red abbey robes, but open so that they do not restrict his legs when running. Underneath his robes he wears a vest and (for decencies sake) combat trousers which are covered in secret compartments, a relic from his past. His thin soled shoes have been replaced with thick leather boots, a far more practical choice when traversing the dangerous terrain that makes up the last of the lower hive.
Before he was inducted into the imperial cult, Kanis was a charismatic person. Those who knew him would always remark on how friendly he was, that is until they found him rooting through their pockets. Kanis was and still is a kleptomaniac, stealing items and hording them away in his secret hiding spots around the hive. Also, those who found themselves in his company for long periods found themselves slightly unnerved by the way he would talk to himself under his breath, as if conversing with a seemingly invisible companion. He would be halfway through a sentence when suddenly he would begin muttering to himself about something completely different. Those with medical training put this down to schizophrenia, potentially in response to some unknown childhood trauma.
His time within the cult has not changed Kanis much, but the loss of his tongue indeed affected his charismatic nature. He became more solemn, not being against company as such, but not seeking it either. His kleptomania was still present however, with many of his fellows seeking him out when something of value had gone missing. And although no one now could tell, Kanis still conversed with the voices in his head, but through thought rather than words. What changed most for Kanis was that he found his humility. He found himself no longer looking down on people, and saw the value in helping others, something which he had regarded as foolish as a young adult. He found that his fears of the dark underbelly of the city melted away as he took upon himself to pass on the word of the Emperor, through the medium of pamphets and vox recordings of the prophets. This is not to say he is a man of no fear however, but the light of Emperor can banish the feeling of fear or doubt for a short period, as can the caress of a knife, which he holds close to hand when he visited those sinister places. His faith in the Emperor is strong, but not as strong as his faith in the knife. But of all things, Kanis fears not the dark, but the light. Fire has always frightened him, even as a small child. He sees no comfort in the warmth and light it brings, but sees it as a dangerous and deadly weapon who uses its allure to ensnare and feed its insatiable hunger.
The story of Kanis begins as many do in the lower Hive. His parents were merchants, scraping a living from their wares. At the age of 5 he witnessed his parent’s brutal murder at the hands of a small gang known as the “Stompers”. He watched in horror as the gang broke their legs and then set them on fire, still screaming out for help. Kanis fled the scene, hiding himself away in any nook or cranny he could find. He scavenged what he could by pickpocketing passers-by and stealing from the market stalls. Whatever he could not eat or drink he stored in his hiding spots. By the age of 7 Kanis had become a well renowned sneak thief, and was finally caught red-handed by a merchant of the name of Dagon. Before swift punishment could be dealt, Kanis struck a bargain with the merchant, he would “acquire” trinkets for him to sell in exchange for food and shelter. Impressed with the boy, Dagon accepted, and so began a 5 year partnership, the boy providing wares while the man kept them both alive. Kanis had developed a silver tongue over the years, providing him a weapon to defuse any tricky situation while being able to con anyone out of their hard earned money. This ability however came with a curse, the voices in his head. He found that he had the ability to make people do whatever he wanted simply using his words, but those same words came back to haunt him in the dark hours of night. Over time they became so strong that he could hear them during the day, just as he was about to clench a deal. They consistently pestered him, sometimes simply remarking on the person he was talking to, other times screaming that he must slaughter all those who stood before him. Eventually he learnt that the best way to stop the voices was to just keep talking. His life seemed to get increasing better, until Dagon turned on him. A gang who Kanis had dealt with realised they had been tricked, and tortured Dagon until he gave up the whereabouts of Kanis. That would have been the end of him had a priest not walked the streets that day, preaching the word of the Emperor. The gang had left Kanis to die in a puddle of his own blood, his ‘silver tongue’ removed and nailed into the wall. The priest took him back to his coven and nursed him back to health, giving him the opportunity to repent his sinful ways and to be bathed in the light of the Emperor. Having no friends and with enemies still roaming the streets, he decided that he had little choice. For the next 15 years Kanis devoted himself to the Emperor and the teachings of the Lectitio Divinitatus. Although he could not speak, it was clear to see that Kanis preached the word by his actions. The voices which had clouded his thoughts seemed to disappear into the background as he served in the abbey. Although he could not afford an operation to return his voice, he was given a servo skull with a speaker and a small dataslate. Apparently, the skull was used on days when the speaking priest had lost his voice due to illness, allowing him to still preach the word. Kanis was able to communicate through the skull by writing his words onto the screen of the dataslate, but this was far from accurate, meaning that he was never asked to speak at sermons in fear of him butchering the words.
On the eve of “the event”, Kanis had a vision. He was awoken to a blinding light. A voice unlike any he had heard spoke to him, saying that his devotion to the Emperor had not gone unnoticed. It told him of a horror which would descend upon the unfaithful, and when the time came for him to be tested, he must stand strong against the darkness. When “the event” occurred, Kanis found himself alone in the abbey, deserted by those who would call themselves the Emperors faithful. He tried to speak out through his skull, but no reply was heard. He gathered what he could scrounge and set off into the darkness, seeking to help those who remained faithful to the Emperor and await the time of ending. However, the voices have begun to stir again, and this time they shall not be silenced so easily.
Copy of Lectitio Divinitatus
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