Setting:Tiji Sector/People

The Tiji Sector contains many notable people who are described in detail here.

Adeptus Mechanicus

Rinsyond, High Magos of Xomula

Interestingly enough he is not from Xomula but rather he is from the "planet" Yhas XV. It was there he was inducted to be a Tech Priest, one of the many that maintain the holy mining machines that make Yhas such a valuable place. Rinsyond proved to be quite capable of the many rituals needed for the machine... until a prayer went wrong, the sacred unmanned mining drill was angered by this and instead of going into a promising vein fell into a pit of lava. Rinsyond believed himself a doomed man for his deed, he had destroyed a sacred machine one that may not be able to be replaced by the Adeptus Mechanicus. However he considered himself fortunate, at the time, when instead he would be moved to work on a little far out of the way planet in the sector called Xomula although later he wished he had taken his life there instead.

So he was sent to the station of the Tech-Priests on the orbiting moon above Xomula, where he was greeted by much laughter, an unusual sight from Tech-Priests. It seemed to be the natural response to Xomula, that or go mad. But he soon adapted. The key, he soon saw, was not to be sent down to the actual planet of Xomula. Rinsyond's rise to power can be attributed to his amazing ability to appear to be doing something amazing busy while doing little at all and the fact that those with a stance of importance and gain the secrets of Xomula either quickly leave for another position or commit suicide. It was not long until Rinsyond because High Magos as he had seemingly been able to avoid visiting Xomula and passed through the ranks fast enough that he couldn't gain the knowledge that would make him avoid the position. And so did Rinsyond reach a position he could not leave from, as there is a constant Skitarii guard to make sure he doesn't not end like some of the previous High Magos including his recent predecessor who was recorded to have shot himself into space aiming for another moon of Xomula screaming. Rinsyond lives in constant fear due to the secrets he has obtained. He is slow, indecisive, unusual for a Tech-Priest but his position has learned him that most things, if not all, are better left alone and maybe they will go away if you pretend they don't exist. His sanity, like all of his predecessors, is slowly crumbling. He does not rest for fear of what may come for him. All in all, he's doing rather well in his position. Possibly the best High Magos Xomula has ever had.

Magos Technicus Yhasaran Kaltos, Lord High Overseer of Yhas

Magos Technicus Yhasaran Kaltos is Lord High Overseer of the celestial object known as Yhas and head of the Council of Yhas, the ruling body of fifty Magi which serve as the "planet's" government. Raised on Yhas XXVI, the smallest of the celestial object's planet-like 'moons', Yhasaran's father was quick to surrender him over to the Mechanicus to be raised and trained as a tech priest.

Unlike most Magos Technicus, much of Yhassaran's early career was spent as a rune priest. It was during this time that he first began work on the Yhassaran Volcanus, a system of observation by which valuable mineral deposits could be accurately predicted on Yhas' "moons" based upon the flow of easilly trackable magnetic rock through the "Volcanoes" of the celestial object itself. This system, which he them went on to perfect during a storm of promotions, has changed life in the Tiji sector for the better, increasing the output of exotic metals from the Yhas system by up to 40%, making it one of the most productive and valuable worlds in the whole sector. It was no surprise when Yhassaran was nominated to the Council of Yhas as representative of orbital body XXVI nor was there much decent when, a mere thirty years later, he was appointed Lord High Overseer, a position he holds to this day.

His tenure has been one of remarkable efficiency and esotaric designs. While now a Magos Technicus, expected to rule with the wisdom and understanding of the Omnisiah, he is often found to rely on the lateral and unorthodox thinking common to many Rune Priests when important decisions are presented to him. This makes him an unpredictable political figure - a rarity among the followers of the Omnisiah - and has allowed him to outmanuever his opponents in both trade negotions and political debates. This, in turn, has allowed him to get the better of many of the sector's other heavy hitters, a fact which they will rarely admit to but most certainly harbor a grudge for. Nonetheless, Magos Technicus Yhasaran Kaltos has used his position only for the betterment of his people, negotiating premium trade benefits and arms contracts that brought the titan legions to the system, a feat which is now a point of pride amungst its inhabitants. Though now in his third century and with rumors of madness begining to circulate, the Lord High Overseer in fact maintains perfect health, and is expected to rule for many centuries to come.

+++ Excerpt from Braving Xomula: A Traveller's Guide to the Tiji System +++

Governors

Ares Ragnarok, Governor of Xomula

The Governor was born a native to Xomula. He was born to a high ranking member of the Xomulan Militia, General Alexander Ragnarok, and a nurse of a Xomulan hospital. Despite where he was born Ares did grow up to be a patriot and proud of his planet and it’s people, soon he had wishes of following his father’s footsteps, maybe even fighting side by side. Unfortunately his father died defending one of the mobile cities from an "Unknown Threat" from the oceans of Xomula. His last recorded words were not as dramatic as one would hope, however they are the last words of a true Xomulan militia man. They are as follows: "Emperor! Somebody please save me! Sav-arghhh meeeee…". This made Ares only more determined to do his best to service his people in the militia, to defend the people and keep this planet at any cost.

He was a valued member of the Militia, and proved himself able to survive even on their harsh planet. He won himself a lot of glory when he defended Xomula’s biggest tripod city, The Wells, on the verge of collapse from Slither Stabs single-handedly. Due to his popularity with the people, and combat experience he was able to work himself into general of the militia. He only grew evermore popular, being one of the only Generals not to become a secluded alcoholic due to their job and soon was promoted to the position of Governor of Xomula. Upon his election he gave a promise to the people; "Upon this day, do I vow to protect you Xomula! To protect the right for Xomulans to stay upon you! I will die for this right and I will kill for it. I will do anything to protect you."

Soüm Hastón Governor of Texasium

Soüm Hastón was born on a coloney ship heading to the Tiji sector after the initial tyranid incursion to help repopulate the region, upon his arival on Texasium, colonists were met with hostillity of the now heavily xenophobic natives of texasium. The young soüm, son of a retired preacher of the Emprerors redemption. Rallied the colonists and within months subdued the colony back under imperial rule miraculously defying the odds in every battle as the locals outnumberd him 5 to 1 in every skirmish.

With the first continent now under the empires vigil soum set out crossing the small ocean like rivers that run across Texasium, what he found on the other continent was to his suprise a massive tribe still loyal to the emperor in a form of comune with nature, however they were beset by settlers who were not designated to Texasium and were faltering in the upmarch of a more technologically advanced foe.

Soüm led a campain against the invasive colonists and recieved support from both the administratum and the allied natives of the continent, what seemed to be a long bloody campaign against his expectations and also featuring the defence of fort omalla. Texasium was now fully under imperial control, Soüm finished his campaign and wed into the native population and in his honor the continent was named Hoüstón, Capital of Texasium.

His Most Geriatric Bitumen Hoarfrost, Planetary Governer of Implausibla Prime

A former Arbite who'll stop at nothing to end crime.

Razputin "Raz" Aquatus, Governor of Xaviol

Known for his large red goggles and terrible aquaphobia. May or may not actually be psychic.

Siegfried Stauffion, Governor of New Prospero

The title of Governor of New Prospero is, historically, a coveted one, often held by powerful celebrities and heroes of the imperium. A democratic pleasure world well respected for being one of the nicest planets in the sector, many high ranking members of the Adeptus Terra call this planet their home. This fact, combined with the population's tendencies to vote for the 'flavor of the month' has ensured that no one person has ever really held office long enough to have any serius impact on the policies of the planet. If not for the moderate precense of the Adeptus Ministorum acting as a guiding hand, the planet would have decended into infighting and civil war long ago.

Currently, the title belongs to Governor Siegfried Stauffion, a charismatic retired commissar known for his love of sword play and his commitment to ensure that his world never falls to the forces of discontentment. Driving this ambition, rumors whisper, are tales of numerous successfull last stands against the ruinus powers and a first hand knowledge of the absolute worst the galaxy has to offer.

According to his biography, Governor Stauffion decided to set aside his retirement on the paradise planet and take up government when, while strolling through one of the underhives on the planet's moons, a power outage left him stranded in the middle of a riotus gang war. Rather than wait for order to be restored, the governor single handedly slew the leader of one of the smaller gangs in personal combat before taking control of the remaining criminals and rallying them to put down the other gangs. According to one of the more popular legends, by the time enforcers arrived on the scene, the future-governor had not only ended the riot, but had the criminals cleaning graffiti from the underhive walls.

He rose quickly through his political career with the same brutal efficiency he has applied to all aspects of his life, and as governor, he has served more successfull terms than any who have come before him. Since coming into power, crime on the new prospero moons has been reduced thirty percent and continues to drop, though many of his opponents accuse him of using underhanded, even criminal practices to ensure that he not only stays in power, but that any who speak out against him wind up suffering unfortunate accidents. Official releases however assure the public that these are simply the death throws of the criminal underbelly, striking out against the purifying light of the emperor.

+++ Excerpt from Braving Xomula: A Traveller's Guide to the Tiji System +++

Inquisition

Inquisitor Charon

He is rather odd for an Inquisitor. He does not scheme. He does not plot. He merely serves the Emperor as best as he can and those who show even the slightest hint of heresy are subjected to his wrath. He started off as a priest on Euclisine, a shrine world now plagued with unrest and possible Chaos corruption. Even all those years ago, it was still shrouded in anarchy. It was not his actions that attracted the Inquisition's attention, but the actions of those around him. His screaming prayers were enough to whirl his brothers into a frenzy and a hateful litany was enough to give those around him the courage to face even the most horrifying creatures. He oozes charisma, he is a born leader and a symbol of everything that humanity stands for. He was not an advocate for the subtle approach but wherever he went, heretics trembled. He served beneath his Inquisitor for years until a particular event - the cleansing of an infested Xomulan hive dome, overseen by the Inquisitor himself. Unfortunately, Charon's superior died to one of the bristling terrors but Charon did not - when the old man fell, his righteous rage infected his companions and even the usually solemn militia of Xomula. The Inquisitorial Conclave were so impressed with his results that they allowed him to take the place of his late master, as an Inquisitor. They regret it. He's a bombastic maniac who has no mind for subtlety or any methods that are not traditional. Inquisitor Charon almost constantly petitions of the purgation of almost a dozen planets in the Tiji Sector, including Xomula, Ravenforge, Euclisine, Scholar's Rest and many, many more. He is often the butt of many jokes and his colleagues make it all too clear that he should be in the Commissariat, not the Inquisition.

Inquisitor Glokta

Used to be a dashingly handsome Inquisitorial spy - the sort of character you see on holoflicks. Of course, luck didn't last forever and after a run-in with a Slaaneshi cult, he was found gruesomely tortured when the Inquisition arrived in force to recover him. He was broken and completely useless. He couldn't even break into a brisk walk without pissing himself, his teeth were missing, every bone in an entire arm was smashed to pulp and every muscle in his legs were severed. These are only a handful of cruelties inflicted on him. Even with bionic repairs, he was still a crippled mess. However, rather than kill him out of mercy, his Inquisitor employed him as an interrogator instead of an assassin, handling prisoners managing scenarios and investigations from off the lines. It turned out that he was in fact even more efficient off of the field than he was on it. Over a century of successful operations later and Glokta was eventually promoted to the rank of Inquisitor. His expertise lies in espionage, investigation and torture. He is usually invisible to the public eye with one of his interrogators speaking on his behalf.

Inquisitor Lareat Tride

An Inquisitor of the Ordo Xenos, he has long ago lost touch with his humanity. After hundreds of years spent researching the most dangerous forms of xenos life he has come to the conclusion that the emperor was wrong and humanity was never meant to rule the stars. As a result he has spent the later years of his life experimenting with ways of improving humanity and bringing it up to the level of its competitors (as he sees it). Several of these "improvements" have gone towards extending Tride's own lifespan. A routine geno-scan would condemn him to death a hundred times over, as his DNA has several modifications that are considered tech-heresy of the highest order, and there are elements taken from psykers and even some Orkoid species. Not all of these changes have had the intended effect, but what's certain is that Tride has become a force to be reckoned with; vicious, cunning, and dangerous. He is also very clearly inhuman; he wears a distortion hood to mask his appearance whenever he leaves his private quarters aboard the "Perfect Dawn" (his personal strike cruiser). He no longer meets other inquisitors. The risk of being discovered is too great, and so he deals with his peers through acolytes who know nothing of their master's true intentions. His experiments have already proven successful when fighting aliens, with small units of modified soldiers accomplishing impossible things in battles against the Tyranids and the Tau on the eastern fringe, and now he has come to Tiji to see how his theories stand up against the more subtle and supernatural dangers that this region of space has such an abundance of.

Inquisitor Maximillian Von Swartz

Born as a son of a Veskarian noble he is a arrogant bastard. Lived a wealthy life as his father traded food and lifestock. But this wonderful life was cut short after a visit too the local operahouse. There, he witnessed the robbery and murder of his parents by the hands of a drugged up city scum, that day he swore to clean up the hiveworlds of the sector from thevies and other dreg. Fled offworld when the administratorium discovered that his father had been trading with crimesyndicates. Became a Arbiter on Ixion II where he rose through the ranks to become a Sergant. Had to join the Inquisition when his squad came a cross a pleasure cult in one of the hive-arks. He is not trusted now in the Ordo Hereticus since his father was a smuggler. Slightly mad, paranoid. Smokes Iho sticks like a forgeworld.

Ecclesiarchy

Lord Cardinal Anderson Alexander, the Blessed Paladin of Nashakal

Of the many orphanages dotting the holy deserts and beaches of Nashakal, it is the Orphanage of the Discarded Glove that is perhaps most blessed. It was there that Cardinal Alexander was raised, it was there that Cardinal Alexander first demonstrated his uncanny knack for sniffing out heresy, and it was there that Cardinal Alexander hid the Emperor's Throne, the planet's - if not the whole sector's - most sacred artifact during a chaos incursion into the sector. It is often said amungst the more pious that if it were not for this act on the Cardinal's part, the whole sector would have been lost to the forces of the lost and the damned.

Little is known about the Lord Cardinal's early life and origins, save that he was found by the Head-Matron of the Orphanage of the Discaraded Glove in The Holy City of The Temple of The Throne as a child, and that he took to his new surroundings with an almost unnatural glee. Growing up, his faith and devotion to The Emperor were matched only by his devotion to his studies and the martial arts. While an outstanding pupil and (at an eventual seven foot three inches,) an imposing figure, it wasnt until his fourteenth birthday that the boy's true blessings came to light. According to legend, on the eve of the moon observation ceremony (a rare event celebrating all of the planet's 12 moons being full) Alexander, along with several members of the orphanage's senior staff, were inexplicably absent from the daily meals. Presumed deep in study, little attention was payed until the evening, when, just before the commencment of the ceremony, Alexander entered the primary chapel and collapsed, drenched in blood, before the statue of The Emperor.

Following the trail of blood, the orphanage matrons were shocked to discover a set of secret passages leading through a maze of long forgotten catacombs, all defaced by worshipers of the dark powers. After many hours of tracking Alexander's trail through the labrynth, the source was eventually discovered: the errant members of the senior staff; berobed with symbols of the ruinus forces, crusified to the walls of the foul chamber. Alexander, it seemed, had not only discovered the heresy lurking beneath the orphanage's ancient walls, but had single handedly confronted and exterminated those involved as well, and just in time too, for while the inquisition says otherwise, the popular belief is that the heretics had planned to use that sacred night to open a portal for far more sinister creatures.

Alexander's later life is one of many glorius victories. A devout servant of The Emperor, he has spent much of his life as a cleric, purging cultist activity from holy Nashakal, rooting out and destroying more corruption in ten years than many would ever have suspected could exist on such a sacred world. Perhaps his greatest victory was during Betardo's Seige, a chaos incursion that saw the planet decemated by the forces of The Traitor Champion Betardo and his mutant hordes. While the holy defence force of Nashakal are proud and mighty, and while the great titans held back the majority of the enemy forces, a sizable company of mutants nonetheless managed to breach the walls of The Holy City of The Temple of The Throne. With the militia unable to close the gap, and with the Emperor's Throne (a small wooden bench said to have been used by The Emperor himself during The Great Crusade) at risk, Alexander risked his life to remove the relic from it's shrine, personally taking it somewhere he felt was safe from the roving hordes of mutants: the catacombs of the Orphanage of the Discarded Glove, where he had first battled heresy years ago.

For many days he held up beneath his former home without food, water or rest, sustained only by his devotion until finally, on the third day, a horde of the beasts managed to sniff the paladin out. Armed not but with his zeal and a lasgun, he held the final chamber of the catacombs against an unrelenting swarm of monsters. When he suffered a scarring blow to the cheek, he did not flinch. When the machine spirit of his gun was found wanting, he detached the bayonette and used it as a sword. When the tunnel was so blocked with the corpses of the mutant that no more could enter, he stood vigil still. He faught with The Emperor's strength, they say, and on the seventh day of his costodianship, at last help arrived. Purging what they believed to be mutant escape tunnels (for so many had entered and so few had emerged,) was a squad of Adeptus Sororitas, Sisters of the Healing Touch, from Ferrum Sanctimonia, come to assist in the fight against the forces of chaos and preserve the many relics of Holy Nashakal. The discovery of Anderson Alexander in the depths of those catacombs represented the turning point in the battle against chaos, for the discovery that The Emperor's Throne, presumed captured for chaos by some snarl-toothed cultist, was still in the hands of the imperium, and, more incredably, had been defended for a whole week by one lone man, gave the fighting forces of Nashakal the hope they needed to drive the invaders from The Emperor's lands long enough for reinforcments to arrive and break the momentum of the enemy offensive.

In the half-century that followed, Alexander devoted himself to cleaning up what mutants remained, earning him the title of Monster Hunter and Blessed Paladin. His piety and the many casualties of the invasion allowed him to rise swiftly through the ranks of The Ecclesiarchy, and it was no surprise when Alexander, considered almost a saint by the people of Nashakal, became Lord Cardinal. As a ruler Alexander prefers to lead by example rather than by decree, and often leaves matters to his Arch-Deacon, Maxwell Iscariot (who is known for his "shoot first, administer forgivness later" approach to leadership) while he tends to his flock in person, administering to the faithful personally and attending to the troubles of his people with either a gentle smile, or a swinging blade, as necessary. When Alexander does choose to make decisions and issue decrees he often does so in the same way he does battle, interspercing his words and actions with quotes and gestures from variuss religius texts, all the while beaming with an obvious euphoria known for putting even the strongest willed opponent off balance. Under Alexander's rule, heresy on Nashakal and nearby religious worlds has dropped considerably, though not without the unfortunate cost of many innocent lives. The example he sets is one many of the sector's Adeptus Ministorum leaders attempt to follow, a fact which, combined with the planet's many relics has led Nashakal to be dubbed "Ecclesiarchy Capital" of the sector, a title Ferrum Sanctimonia now seeks to claim. Alexander is a man known to tollerate no heresy, to stop at nothing to uphold the highest practices of The Imperial Cult, no matter how dogmatic, no matter how harsh, and no matter how far beyond his juristiction they may be. To those who are faithful he is everything they could ever hope to be. To those who are not, he is more terrifying than the very monsters he hunts.

+++ Excerpt from Braving Xomula: A Traveller's Guide to the Tiji System +++