An Imperial Commissar with an interesting past. His first contact with this feral world after being stranded involved serving in the union army of the Undead Emperor Lincoln in the Black Hills of the Dakotas. Toward the climax of the battle he was aboard the USAS (United States Air Ship) Deus Ex Machina. Alas, an unfortunate storm brought about by the unstable magic energies in hills destroyed the region and blew the Deus Ex Machina off course. Lost and losing helium they steered towards an island in the distance. Crashing in the jungle with over half of the crew perishing through the collision or the following fire, a fair number more found their end at the hands of hostile natives, outsider bandits, and wild animals. But not all perished, and those that survived found their way to Durham.

Once at Durham, Roderik immediately attempted to claim it in the name of the God Emperor of Imperium. The Outsiders, while more socially progressive than the natives he encountered before, did not take well to his declaration to say the least.

The Durham Drifters, as they called themselves, engaged in a drawn out fight with some locals for a time, growing weary of the conflict after a few months. In this time a few alliances were made, and the last anyone heard of Roderik for a time was his arrival in the settlement of Derby to help the group known as The Misfits. It was there, having lost faith in his God-Emperor, that Roderik faded into the background, just another nameless faceless soul.

After nearly a year of walking in the darkness, eventually Roderik felt a peculiar tug at his soul, and a command in his heart. The Emperor had not abandoned him, and he should not have abandoned the Emperor.

He would be the one to subjugate this world, and bring it into the Imperium, even if he had to exterminate every man woman and child on it.