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Major Evgeny Stroganof Ryabets of the 331st Vostroyan Firstborn Astra Militarum regiment is of noble stock, hailing from the quarrelsome aristocratic House Ryabets on Vostroya. The Ryabets high-born clan own giant hab-blocks in the Smoglands and are thus hated slumlords among the low-born manufactoria workers of Vostroya's 4th Managed Zone, an odium which their lavish patronage of the Grey Lady's Cathedral of blessed Saint Nadalya has not managed to wash away. The Ryabets family likewise owns vast mining complexes on Vostroya's only moon, Turtolsky, and their Highest Elder hold some influence within the homeworld's oligarchical ruling council known as the Techtriarchy.
As a child, the sporting and impressionable Evgeny grew up on abundant rote learning of Vostroyan patron Saint Nadalya's sacred text, the Treatis Elatii, which helped turn him into a fierce adherent of the orthodoxies of the Imperial Creed. As an eager juve not afraid of bruises and beatings, Evgeny managed to learn as many as 11 out of 37 forms of the martial arts ossbohk-vyar before coming of age, a remarkable feat. Evgeny Stroganof Ryabets started out his military career as a Shiny rough rider, and rose steadily through the ranks through hardy campaigning and social influence. The grizzled man has especially marked himself out as an expert on mountain warfare, and is preternaturally skilled at skiing. Major Evgeny is known as a jolly fellow to his social peers, but is a stern disciplinarian to the low-born zadniks under his command.
Major Evgeny Stroganof Ryabets was chosen to become a Vostroyan military attaché to General Hanz-Konrad von Dorfenhötz' general staff, as a reward for his dutiful service. With his home regiment, Major Evgeny was known as a hard-fighting and hard-working officer, as diligent in his craft as he was skilled in the saddle. In the chevek company of the jovial and waltzing Astro-Ungarians, the swashbuckling son of House Ryabets has turned into a hard-drinking party animal, all loud and rough while he swills amasec, vlod and more luxurious hard liqours. His favourite drink remains the famous rahzvod, a strong alcoholic beverage distributed as common rations among Firstborn soldiers and Vostroyan labourers alike.
The Vostroyan attaché is an expert gambler, and has won many piles of Throne Gelt from his Astro-Ungarian colleagues over cards and various other games of hazard and chance. Nowhere is the famous life-long luck of Major Evgeny Stroganof Ryabets more evident than in his ample use of an heirloom plasma gun. After all, it takes just one overheating shot to finish off the daring liasion officer, yet so far his trusted weapon has always served him well. Unbeknownst to this fortunate son of Vostroya, there exist several standing bets among Astro-Ungarian officers on how long it will take before Major Evgeny's beloved plasma gun become the bane of its possessor.
A favourite pastime in von Dorfenhötz' command bunker is to bet on how many rounds a very drunk and hard-swearing Major Evgeny will manage to make on the iron-shod rockrete floor while eeling about and flailing around on skis meant for snow. Sometimes, the hangers-on of the Astro-Ungarian officers will arrange sofas, carpet rolls and other furniture into bumpy slopes and obstacle courses to add spice to the khekking spectacle. Much merriment and alcohol-fuelled laughter has been had thanks to their offworlder guest's antics, and popular applause will inevitably be roused once a frustrated Major Evgeny yells out his eccentric warcry to the floor: "I will Vostroy you!"
While the courage and martial skills of Major Evgeny has never been in doubt, his time as a liasion officer to the Astro-Ungarian host of Hanz-Konrad von Dorfenhötz has seen a cultivation of the festive sides of the Ryabets character, one which has seen untold kinsfolk drink themselves to death back home on frigid Vostroya. At the very least, the comradely socializing among Astro-Ungarian officers has never seen anyone remind Major Evgeny Stroganof Ryabets of his homeworld's ancient shame, or of the Vostroyans' duty to expunge this stain upon their honour and reputation through constant toil. Easy-going Astro-Ungarian aristocrats are not too concerned about shame or toil, after all.
In Nomine Imperator!
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This sculpt is a parody of my little brother, known as EEJR online. He excells at play-acting Vostroyans. The skis are a reference to his inherent mastery of skating on ice-crusty snow.
Hey! Its me again. Those descriptions helped me
jog my memory!
Hope i aint annoying or anything!
So as for memories i recovered:
1) Navigator woman you recruit early on - Cassia Orsellio is a real good example of her “archetype” (much like most RT personages tbh) and also a perfect example of “different attitude to higher and lower stratas” as she is very polite, somewhat sweet and shy towards Rogue Trader and even sees you as a wiser person who can help her become better heiress… But she literally sees most servants lives as lesser beings, and combined with her being a powerful navigator and psyker (although those are basically the same type of phenomenon) she is quite a messed up case.
She is so… disturbing you actually get petitioned by officers of your ship to do something about her. Btw she is not even intentionally cruel, she is just so detached from normalcy that she may as well be another race entirely. However it is a two prong issue since her environment shapes her, and she became the way she is and now perpetuates that madness.
Hah, she kinda reminds me of Homelander a bit. Powerful, messed up, detached from notmality… To make it clear how bad it gets without much exposition - other Navigators plot against her out of desperation because they fear that she may turn their lives into hell because of her power. She will be so useful to larger Imperium that anything she will do will be forgiven and their balance of power within the House will be thrown out of the window, and all those powerful intriguers will be locked in a glass jar with a monster they themselves raised this way.
You can try and save the situation… or make it worse.
2) You meet a drunken and desperate architect historian on Footfall station - a hulking voidholm in Koronus Expanse. Thing is - it is a marvel of Great Crusade era engineering, sort of “high Imperial” architecture. With a massive Emperor statue on an asteroid and all… And yet it was built TOO BIG. Basically it was too large for anything. Aside from maybe marching Titans through it, but thats not really a voidholm thing… So ceilings too tall, everything too large, main cathedral building just ways out of proportions… Someone called Shaded part of station “Emperor‘s behind” cause its kept in perpetual darkness by Emperor’s statue and so on… and over time people adapted to it, building slums and stacking shacks till they filled the too large spaces fully, and perhaps even went a tad overboard with that. Whole place is a mess , but at least it works.
Also Administratum ship that once docked to the station is now a space tavern. Why? The administratum adepts apparently failed to bring order to the station and either got slaughtered or became moonshiners, pick whichever you like.
So the architect historian guy? Saw Footfall pamphlet once on his homeworld and it became his dream. He raised himself from poverty, paid exorbitant sums to reach Koronus… Only to despair over “defilement” of Footfall grabd design.
Best solution is to tell him that slumming of the gigantic station is in fact history of architecture too, and worthy of research and so on, that really gives him a boost.
3) Did i mentioned that best seneschal of all Koronus Expanse is Abelard Werserian. No? Yes? Doesnt matter, just take my word for it - if you cant give Abelard a planet by the end of the game and make him a governor i am suing. Man is worth a squad of Custodes, would fight Abaddon for an insult to your honour and still be back by 9 to make sure dinner is served up to distinguished standards of a Rogue Trader. That one time i saw him break down inside in Comorragh made me singularly more mad at dark eldars than the torture of my character.
(Reposted it here cause it was lagging for some reason.)