No matter how bad you think things can get, they can always get worst. Unwillingly plucked from your former life, and sent to the soggy trenches of a forgotten front on a forsaken world, you seem destined to die in obscurity, or will you?

Pick your background:
>Corpse-starch factory worker – you think you have seen it all, but you haven’t seen anything yet
>Munitorum scribe – after years of counting supplies being sent to the front lines, now you get to find out where they all go
>Beach bum – you grew up in a tropical paradise doing as little as possible, but unfortunately this makes you an ideal candidate for conscription
>Noble – you once had it all, but now due to a string of bad luck, you are eating dead rats in a flooded trench
>Savant – there are few things you don’t know, unfortunately it is unlikely anyone important will ever ask your opinion again

Pick your gender:
>Male/Female

Pick your personality:
>Jaded cynic – life’s misfortunes have made you bitter about everything
>Bubbly extrovert – you are the life of the party, or used to be anyways, present circumstances have dampened your enthusiasm a bit
>Philosophical introvert – you think the big thoughts
>Gung-ho idiot – no idea is a bad idea

Pick your combat ability
>Moderately competent - with a bit more experience, you will become a reliable, if unexceptional Guardsman
>Lucky screw-up – you don’t do anything right, but somehow it always works out
>Natural born killer – you excel at fighting, but somehow no one ever notices
>Latent psyker – time and time again you pull off the impossible, you got to be careful though, the Imperium does not look kindly upon the unnatural