Inquisitor John Doe (Puritain)

~In the name of H.I.M. has it truly been so long...?~ You wonder as the data spools of the "Palace Carmine's" "Hall of Bright Shadows" recount the span of years to you.

131 years old as of today, you were once the son of a underhive gang-banger named Brutus and his 'Bitch' Nancy. You grew up in the under-hive along with them, and became part of your father's gang at the age of 13, acting as a runner and lookout. Things were pretty OK for a while, you had some spending money and bought out your mother's contract, she was free of your father, but it turned out that even though he couldn't hit her any more if she 'gave him lip' lest he lose his standing with his gang the two of them actually cared about each other and stayed together as 'free-mates'.

At the age of 15, you were swept up in the purge of a group of Sorcerers and wound up part of the veiled service. You rose through the ranks over the next 85 years, being privileged to have the finest juvinant treatments, and on your 100th birthday, now looking and feeling about 30, you were recommended for testing to become a full Inquisitor. Expanded training for the next 25 years, most of it hands on, gave you the necessary suavity and class to operate at the highest levels of the Darfur Sector. Then, after one last assignment, on your 125th birthday, at least as you measure such things, you were made the newest Inquisitor of the Darfur Sector conclave.

That was six years ago as you measure time, but only now do you realize how long ago your birth TRULY was. Thanks to the fact that you have been gallivanting about the sector since you were 15 years old aboard warp capable ships you have actually 'lived' for 500 years of imperial history. Oh you were aware that you kept having longer pass in real space than did aboard the ships but until just now you never added all of it up before: you didn't write the reports for your team so you went by your internal clock and local dating systems, only now, after more than a hundred years of service, you realize that your parents and all your siblings are not only certainly dead, but their very bones are long since dust.

There is a tap on your shoulder, pulling you out of your reverie.