Hey guys, I have a bit of a problem.
Iv been a dark heresy player for about a year now. As I'v been playing 40k for seven years I know more then most of my mates about 40k fluff. After GMing for a long campaign I decided I wanted to try my hand at actually playing as a character. So the group was disbanded (people going back to college, folks just getting out of the game to persue other games), and a new group was formed. In this new group you have myself, and three people from the former group, as well as one of my mates who plays 40k but has never roll played in his life, and two of my mates who are just getting into the game. So it was a toss up of the three former members of the old group. Of these we decided on a guy who knows a fair bit of 40k fluff, but who was GMing D&D campaigns before I was even born (true story). I thought if he read the Fluff Bible, some Eisenhorn and Ravenor, and read alot of the fluff out of his Dark Heresy book then he would be up to par and could run a good story. And I was right, he is slowly getting it. We just rolled up our characters the other night, and decided that two weeks after christmas we will start. Giving him plenty of time to work up a basis, and us plenty of time to work on character backround and personality.
Now the problem I did not forsee. He is a bit of a control freak with our history, and overall, our characters. He has done a few.... unnessisary things.... That I have grinned and beared for the simple fact that I knew he wouldnt throw us into a situation we could not handle to start. These unnessessities include abducting our characters in the intro scenario, to explain them comming together. In this abduction we may take one possession, either from our starting gear or trade it all off for one item justified by our backround and not too uber (for example, a powersword). And the clothes on our backs.
Before going on, a breakdown of my character. In the hopes that none of my mates have discovered this forum as I have (recently). Revan is a noble-born scum. He formally served the imperial guard as an officer. Granted not a colonel, but a major who commanded one of the elite platoons of his homeworld Quxkos. The ruling elite of Quxkos make up the officer cadre. His uncle, the general of the First Quxkos Infantry became a very paranoid that his heirs would try to overthrow him and take control of the regiment. He sent Revan's father on a suicide mission, which ended his life. Then Revans older brother was found dead in his sleep. Krull had paid off the authorities with his mass sum of money. So Revan knew the only justice for his uncle was in defiance. Soon Revan found his platoon under the direct command of his uncle in a battle against a merciless invasion by a chaos cultist lead by an unknown chaos space marine. Because of the presence of corrupt astartes, the Dark Angels (with their own agenda, of course) offered their assistance. Revan's uncle however, saw this an an oppertunity to remove Revan as a threat to his power, and directly ordered him to spearhead an assault on the chaos lines insted of utalizing the Marines. Revan ignored the orders, and had his men brace themselves with the rest of the force. Because of the dire circumstances, he decided that his uncle was too insane to remain in power. He lead a strike team of his most trusted men into his uncles palace with the aid of trusted informants. Here, he slew his uncle in single combat, power sword on power sword. In the battle, the power generator on his sabre was broken, and he decapitated his uncle with steal insted of a force field. The aftermath of the battle resulted in Revan begging the angels to help, which they did. They broke the chaos assault and took the reneguade marine to the rock to do what they do. After the battle however, Revan was forced to flee. He commited a base crime against the family and with the aid of his younger sister Adrianna he succeeded in fleeing the system. His entire platoon was exicuted for not following orders, although its rumored a few escaped. Since then he has fled far from the reachs of his family on the hive world Solomon. Offering his skills as a bodyguard, and when that gig gets to well known, fleeing to the underhive and stealing to eat and survive. From his former life he carries the broken power sabre (using the stats for a sabre), and his ordinant laspistol with his family markings filed off. He keeps little contact with his sister, but cherishs her letters and words of praise constantly.
I put alot of thought into that backround, and I deeply enjoy the story. It sets up a perfect career track with the starting skills and talants of a noble and the fellowship related skills of a scum. The new GM, whom is also my friend so I dont wish to naysay him too much, has altered this in ways that have no real affect on the campaign. He insists my sabre was snapped in half by my family for my dishonor, but the truth of the matter is that if they discovered me they wouldnt snap my sabre, they would summerily exicute me on the spot for disobaying orders and my mutanty. He also insists the battle was lost due to my actions, however even if fifty five men spearheaded a chaos line they would be decimated within minutes. If the battle was lost due to my actions then I would not have had the chance to flee, and my sister would be very dead.
Insted I am stuck carrying my broken sword and that is it. With all the starting gear offered by the scum catagory I didnt think a sabre and a laspistol was much to ask for. My mate, who is running a Mind-wiped character, is in a similer prediciment. As the GM is insisting that he is a decendent of one of the primarchs, and therefor the emperor himself. Which I believe is straight BS. Denying a mind-wiped character the ability to create a backround is fine in my book, as they cannot recall. But the grandson of the emperor is a bit much.
In essence I don't wish to hurt his feelings, as he is a good friend and may very well prove to be a good GM. But in my time as GM I always followed one thing. "I, the GM, have complete control of the what, why, and who. I leave history to those who have lived it (the PCs)." How best to deal with this prediciment?