Member No.: 14
Joined: 2-May 04
Name: Pauli Hoeffer
Type: Witch Hunter
Height: 5' 11"
Appearence: Pauli is never seen without his greatcoat and feathered hat. Symbols of the Church of Sigmar adorn his frame, including a necklace, various holy icons stitched into his shirt, and a tattoo of the twin-tailed comet on his chest. The witch hunter is slightly built, relying more on faith in Sigmar and the blessed bullets in his pistol, a gift from a friend in the Order of Sigmar, to see him through. He wears a belt with a sheath for said weapon attached, as well as a baldric over one shoulder for his slim rapier. Pauli's hair is less than well looked-after, as he spends most of his time travelling the length and breadth of the Empire looking for heretics to burn and witches to kill. His green eyes burn with an intensity of faith, the testimony of which is the large number of scars in various places acquired when fighting the forces of Chaos.
Background: Pauli was born in the streets of Altdorf, the son of a whore and an unknown soldier. His mother raised him as best she could, but most of her living went on tarting herself up for her next customer. When he eventually arrived, she would kick Pauli out while she serviced him. The child would wander the streets of Altdorf for hours, sometimes with a gang of his fellow urchins, but much of the time on his own.
It was during one such wandering that he came upon the Church. The magnificent building, dedicated to the glory of the man-god Sigmar, covered in gold and silver the like of which the boy had never before seen, seemed a palace of the gods. The impressionable young boy instantly fell in love with this vision of perfect glory.
He began to attend services, listening to the cardinals and bishops as they preached the glory of Sigmar, exhorting their followers to ever greater acts of dedication. He saw fierce witch hunters and vampire slayers, speaking their pieces in a manic, fiery tone, calling upon the populace to cast out the witch, the heretic, the unbelieve. The boy admired these men, who he saw as heroes of the Empire, and resolved to himself to become like them as soon as he could.
It was after three or four years of this routine, visiting the church whenever his mother was otherwise occupied, that the murder happened. The boy awoke to find men with symbols scrawled across their faces and chests, raping his mother as they screamed the name of the dark gods of Chaos. Terrified, Pauli remembered the witch hunters, how they had spoken of the foul fiends of Chaos. Hatred filled his heart as his mother screamed, and the boy grasped the only weapon to hand, the single knife that he and his mother owned and used for everything.
Slipping quietly out of the bundle of sacks in the corner of their small hovel, which the cultists had previously dismissed as simply worthless rags, the boy snuck around behind the two men. He had planned to sneak out and run to the church, but then he saw the blade. One of the pair had drawn a long hunting knife, and was raising it above his head. Pauli screamed as he struck, the blade biting into his mother's heart, taking the life of the only person he called family. With a cry of anguish, the boy leapt, crashing into the back of the murderer. Ferocity lent by pain allowed the boy the strength to knock the man to the floor, and he stabbed wildly, hacking and slashing as he tore the man's exposed back to shreds and slivers of bloody meat. His companion froze, uncertain at where this small child had sprung from, and died for that mistake. The boy finished off the other man and turned, holding both his own knife and one he had grasped as he killed the murderer. One thudded through the cultist's neck even as another pierced his chest, penetrating his heart and killing him outright.
Breathing heavily, the boy burst into tears, leaving the bodies where they lay. He ran straight to the Temple of Sigmar, where he told his story between sobs and gasps to one of the temple's acolytes. The young man repeated the story to his superiors, who set out instantly to purge the city of yet another Slaaneshi cult. The boy remained with the temple, and over the years proved himself time and again as a faithful, fearless devotee of Sigmar. He became known for his burning hatred of the Chaotic, and eventually brought himself to the attentions of one Witch Hunter Kess. Kess took the orphan boy under his wing, schooling him in the doctrines of the witch burner, and the boy showed ready enthusiasm and skill for such a task.
Now, many years later, Pauli Hoeffer is a renowned witch hunter in his own right, and has been commended for his skill and dedication. In recent years, he has been seen travelling in the company of one Otto Osenglad, in the pursuit of a particularly fierce vampire known to the Sigmarites only as 'Luther'.
<Xavier> if it has 'teen' in the channel name, the collective iq of the group can automatically be assumed to be a negative value
======================================<cndz> what would jesus do>
<Josh> probably get crucified and die
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