Virrus Quintos

"Thoughts beget Heresy; Heresy begets Retribution"

Gender: Male
Age: 28
Build: Fit
Height: 180cm
Weight: 80kg
Handedness: Ambidextrous
Skin Colour: Fair
Eye Colour: Brown
Hair Colour: Brown
Rank: Magistrate
Status: KIA
WS 39
BS 53
Str 36
T 50
Ag 41
Int 42
Per 35
WP 42
Fel 33
Wounds 19
Insanity 14
Corruption 38
Feels No Pain
Weapons and Equipment

Combat Shotgun (Inferno shells)
Autogun (Optional Silencer, Man-stoppers, Fire Selector)
Grenade Launcher
Sword (Best Quality, Mono-Edged)
“Quintaxe” (Good Quality greataxe)
Brass Knuckles

Frag Grenade x 5
Krak Grenade x 2

Enforcer Light Carapace
Flak Helm
Environmental Bodysuit


Common Lore (Imperium)
Common Lore (Imperial Creed)
Common Lore (War)
Common Lore (Adeptus Arbites)
Forbidden Lore (Cults)
Scholastic Lore (Judgement)
Awareness (Per)
Inquiry (+20) (Fel)
Literacy (Int)
Interrogation (+20) (WP)
Scrutiny (Per)
Search (Per)
Silent Move (Ag)
Shadowing (+10) (Ag)
Tracking (Int)
Tech-Use (Int)
Barter (Fel)
Parry (+10) (WS)
Dodge (+10) (Ag)
Speak Language (High Gothic)
Speak Language (Low Gothic)


Melee Weapon Training (Primitive)
Melee Weapon Training (Shock)
Basic Weapon Training (Las)
Basic Weapon Training (SP)
Quick Draw
Rapid Reload
Iron Jaw
Double Team
Combat Master
Swift Attack
True Grit
Die Hard
Step Aside
Total Recall
Nerves of Steel
Lip Reading
Blessed Ignorance
Liturgical Familiarity
Superior Origins
The Calixian Pattern Killings (Background)
Sound Constitution x 8

Other Items

Uniform (Good Quality Clothing)
Decorative Pistol (Nonfunctioning)
Arbitrator ID
Lho-Sticks X 3 packs
Metal Lho-stick Case
Metal Shot Glass
Stimm x 3
Injector x 6
Rat Poison x 2
Arsenic x 2
Mysterious Liquids x 4
Rope – 40m
Desert Cloak
Gas Mask


“Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.”

Virrus Quintos was the firstborn son in the newest generation of a long line of businessmen on the planet Hekate VI. His father, as did the firstborn sons of the generations before him, led the family business through times both good and bad, oftentimes with accounts staying in the red for decades on end. His mother, on the other hand, was an accomplished Enforcer in the employ of the Imperium. At the time of Virrus’ birth, the business was at the peak of an economic boom. The Quintos head couple was seen as the power couple of the entire Hekate system.
But the Quintos family only served as yet another reminder in the universe’s long history that evil and corruption will of no doubt find it’s way anywhere.

Fast-forward a mere dozen years after his birth, and one would find Virrus being raised in the galactipolitan fortress-shrine city of New Avalon, in the care of his uncle Alaric. Virrus’ mother had been led into a trap, tortured, and killed by a business rival of his father’s, who wished to expand his business to include drug trafficking. To send a message to all those in the Hekate system of political influence, he made an example of the Quintos family. Through a series of unscrupulous acts, the Quintos business was collapsed from the inside, with the most capable employees or their families bought out, their suppliers meeting mysterious fires, and their retail outlets robbed through a number of Smash an’ Grabs by the notorious Hekate Outfit.
In his time in New Avalon, Virrus learned the value of a Throne, working small jobs wherever he could to support himself and ease his family’s debts. His schools had their share of the rich and wealthy that look down on those without their own chauffeurs, as well as the common thug and bully who happened to have Feral ancestry and abused it to line their pockets with lunch money. The weak-willed teachers were easily coerced through money or violence to dole out grades as requested, and those students lacking the financial or muscular backing only served as scapegoats for these educators’ wounded prides. As with the countless before him, and countless to come after him, Virrus found inner peace and acceptance in the teachings of the Emperor. For the Emperor sees all, and wills all things. There is no greater duty than to serve the Emperor’s will, lest it be to herd lost groks back to the flock. Yet Man’s corruption of the soul is difficult to cleanse.

The time would come when Virrus graduated public education, and was to make the decision to pursue his calling. All his life he had to endure the ramifications of corruption. Virrus refused to believe that any entity other than the Emperor had the ability to cleanse a soul of vile corruption. “Well,” thought Virrus at this point in his life. “If I can’t cleanse them, but the Emperor can, then I shall simply bring them to Him.”
And thus began Virrus’ life in the Adeptus Arbites.

Nearly two decades later, after training at the hands of some of the System’s brightest minds, Virrus found himself as a Trooper. Working in tandem with Justicar Venris at the Adeptus Arbites, he was digging through vaults of case studies of brutal murders when he came across something amiss. A bare handful of these deaths were not the senseless accidents they appeared to be. There was something at work in the Calixis Sector, something vile that reeked the putrid scent of corruption. Furiously throwing himself into his studies of these Calaxian Pattern Killings, Virrus spent five days and four sleepless nights, investigating a multitude of cases from angles never considered in published works. Just as he felt himself approaching a solution, his work was interrupted by a mysterious summons, sent by hand bearing the seal of the Inquisition. A cadre of Guardsmen marched into his Library room where he had made his nest the past week, sweeping him off his feet and standing him at attention. In walked a hulking man, carrying himself as a soldier might, dressed in formal Imperial garb right down to the gold-lined cape and scale gauntlets, a golden bolt-pistol at his side. His employ under Inquisitor Rhogan had begun.

Note: While in casual company, Virrus dresses in mufti as not to draw attention to himself. However, in formal company, he wears the Arbitrator uniform, along with a ceremonial flintlock pistol (nonfunctional) bestowed on him by his superior, the Magistrate Callidon, for his research and contribution to the mysterious Calixian Pattern Killings case.

Obituary and Cellmates’ Final Thoughts

Acolyte Quintos fell in a skirmish with an unknown enemy while investigating an occupied mine in the Northern reaches of the planet Thuranshush. May his sacrifice be inspiration to future servants of the Emperor’s divine will.

“Even the greatest of men have their weaknesses. Yea, evolution has brought us to the pinnacle of perfection in our raceā€”the human race, but as we serve The Emperor Almighty, it is our duty to reach the pinnacle of perfection in ourselves.

A loyal servant to the Imperium, an enforcer of the Imperial Law, a skilled and capable soldier on the field of battle, and a dear friend: all these things were what made Virrus Quintos a great man, and sadly, it needs to be said that his abilities could not meet perfection.

But let it be that his good deeds outdid the bad. Only in the depths of spiritual darkness did he falter, and only at the hands of humanly unbearable circumstances did he fall.

May his soul be judged in accordance to his true loyalties, and may he sit at the base of the Golden Throne when he finally comes to rest." – Acolyte Lumi Hornik (Scarlet Crowe)

“Even the best of men fall from valour. I am merely thankful that Virrus’ last act is the very one that saved our cell. A good man, a good soldier, a good arbite, and most of all, a good friend. Even though his soul may be damned for eternity, his sacrifice has kept Crimson Cell active. His sacrifice has allowed us to continue Rhogan’s work. The Emperor’s work.” – Acolyte Arl Erikson

“Virrus’ death was untimely, but necessary. His fall from grace was a tragedy like the ones written in millennia past. But let us not remember him for his final moments as a possible traitor. Instead, let us remember him for his acts of valour and honour. Let us remember him for his hard work against the Calixian Pattern Killings. For his bravery, standing in the face of the darkest of beings. For the three times that he has saved Crimson Cell since it’s inception. Let us remember him as the Emperor’s Warrior that he was born to be. Ave Imperator!” – Captain Edward Connery

Virrus Quintos

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