Legio-X

The battle of Yallia

The Cursed Tunnel

It’s been a while now. It’s been a while since the day of humiliation. It was the day I will remember for the rest of my life.

It all started at the tunnel. When our leader, nicknamed Spore, found it, he was curious. He asked the Imperator if he could send a team in to explore it. The Imperator granted it and I was sent with fellow legionaries into the dark tunnel. We were high on rations. We had many torches. We had the weapons and armour needed. We were confident that we would make it out alive. After a few days of preparing, Spore ordered us to march. My fellow legionaries and I obeyed like mindless zombies. Not caring what we might face at the end of the tunnel. It was then and there that we entered the tunnel that I will never go to, in the rest of my entire life.

The trouble started when the walls started getting narrower like those fabled gates of a kingdom far beyond our reaches. But we didn’t care, we just kept going. Then ahead of me, a man screamed. A spike had speared him in the heart. We all started being scared and then a man ran ahead of me screaming, “THIS TUNNEL IS CURSED!” I looked away as he was crushed by a giant mechanised wall. Spore ordered us to move so I looked. There was blood everywhere. I saw bits of flesh and felt sickened. Whatever was at the end of tunnel must be worth it.

I was now at the front and I knew it was a death sentence but I refused to disobey. If I disobeyed I would get flogged or worst, crucified. It was a death sentence either way. So I chose the one I could avoid. I obeyed. I used the senses that Lupa gave to me when I was younger. I heard something clicking and jumped back just before the space where I was standing opened up to show Vulcan’s furnace. Gradually, we made our way through the tunnel with me and my comrade at the front.

I was the first to see the light at the end of the tunnel. It was beautiful, pure daylight after what seemed like days in a tunnel with torchlight guiding us. I ran to the light and only heard Spore, my comrades and I until the doorway slid shut behind us. There was only one way out and we took it.

The Different Barbarians

I emerged first, shielding my eyes from the bright sunlight. My brand new Legio armor already ragged and dirty. I could see the same effect on my comrades’ faces. We were all shocked. I saw a wall; it was wooden and made of logs. There were barbarians around us and we drew our swords. They cheered as we came out of the tunnel. Seeming happy even though they knew we were enemies. However, we realised that they were different types of barbarians that we saw at Aurelia or Strageath. Their swords were different for a start, some had swords that were flat at one end but curved at the other. Others had axes that were too blunt to cut limbs and some had bows that could be pulled back further than the bows at Strageath. Our swords were broken from the struggles in the tunnel so they gave us new swords. The swords they gave us were double bladed like a Gladius but long like a Spatha. We were also given bows to sling across our backs in case of emergencies and I got given a special blade. The blade was apparently made by a special race of men with long ears. It was short but powerful, like a Sica in Rome. I asked their leader “What are we waiting for?”

He replied “Night.” I should’ve seen it; all barbarians need the night to survive against large numbers. But then again, I didn’t know what the night was like here. In a few hours we would find out. One of the barbarians in the infirmary told Spore about a treasure, hidden in the castle, which was owned by the Barbarian’s enemies, that was of high value. I had seen the fortress from afar and it would be hard to defend because the walls were scalable. We had 15 warriors that were able to fight. We had 10 legionaries and 5 barbarians. This was including me. When night came, we knew our battle plan. “Stay in the shadows.

The Thismonians can’t see us in the fog, so they can’t shoot at us.” I kept this thought going in my head. I pulled out my sword. It would come in useful very soon. My comrade, nicknamed “The Spectrox”, and I would take a detour and take the flag. The others would distract. We were sure that we could win the day and we were sure that the Thismonians wouldn’t win.

That was until we heard a huge battle cry outside of our encampments wall. It was night but the Thiks knew where we were. They weren’t able to enter though. They weren’t able to scale our wooden walls. Their torches did nothing since the wood was still wet from the day’s rain. It felt like it was raining then because all our hope dropped.

Until we took out our bows and aimed at their torches…

Without their torches they were blind. Because us Romans and barbarians had got used to the dark we could see. Tactically, we snuck round hoping that they wouldn’t hear the stomps of our shoes. I finally felt like a barbarian and I’m willing to bet that the rest of our group did too.

The Beginning of the Battle

“THEY SNUCK OUT”. We all heard it. One of the Thismonians had heard us and looked our way. I knew that the bright red was bad for sneaking around in. We then decided to fight. We drew our swords in unison and charged. It was bloody. It was a miracle that none of us died but many of our barbarian friends did. It was then that we started gaining the smallest amount of hope in this cold dark place.

The Thismonians were being pushed back to their castle. One of their warriors had immense skill. I overheard one of the Thismonians call him Ezreal. I’m guessing they named him after the Archangel Ezreal that the Catholic priest always talks about. I never believed him. This soldier fought like a demon, or in better words, like an angel. He issued the order to fall back to the castle and we managed to win the battle on the fields surrounding the fortress. We rallied together and counted the groups. Our whole army (including the barbarians) had already suffered 100-200 losses. However, we think that we managed to defeat at least 200 of the Thismonians.

It was a shame that they decided to ask me to scout the fort for any weak spots. It was practically a death sentence. However, I managed to survive by rubbing mud against my uniform. I found a secret entrance below the water that you had to dive to find. I found a hidden entrance on the side of the wall and there was a way to get into the castle by entering the catacombs. One of the most obvious was the climbing route on the gate. But the gate was heavily protected so I wasn’t able to try it. We decided to split up into different groups and enter different ways. I went in the side entrance. We worked in secret. I ended up tricking 2 people into killing each other by shooting one in the foot with an arrow then running. We took out people in secret by stabbing them in the throat or shooting them in the throat.

Battle of the Castle

All was going well. We were taking them out 1 by 1 and none of them noticed. Until one the barbarians was seen… They rang their bell to call for their sleeping troops in the guarded barracks. I was tasked with taking the flag down, at the top of the keep, and replacing it with ours.

I heard footsteps.

I turned around with my bow drawn ready to put an arrow into his eye. However, the small boy raised his hands and said, “I got a message!”

“What is it?” I demanded.

“We’re retreating, well, you are retreating” he responded.

I just thought, “No. Not while we’re this close.” I ran towards the keep and attacked it with all my might. I killed about 6 people in the chamber: Two with arrows, two by slitting their throats and the last 2 by beating them in a swordfight. I ran up the stairs and lowered the flag. All I had to do was raise the flag. That was when Ezreal jumped up and attacked. I could do nothing as he shot me in my shield arm, and pursue me with a sword.

We had a long and tiring swordfight but it all ended when he managed to corner me to the edge of the wall. There was only one thing I could do. I jumped and hit the water. I can’t remember what happened after that.

After the Battle

I was in a bed, my own bed. It seems that one of my fellow legionnaires found me in the water and took me back home. I looked at my wounds. I had bandages all over: three on my leg, one on my arm and one on my chest. I felt ashamed but grateful. I said thank you and just lay there and went to sleep, trying to forget the horrors of that battle, my comrades who died and also the part of my soul that was missing. I still can’t forget any of those today…

RP-Name: Sevatarion Primus Invictus

Gender: Male

Place of Orgin: Unknown settlement deep in the forests between the Germania and Belgica Provinces

Weapon of Choice: Gladius/Dual Sicii

Personality: Sevatarion has a dark, complex personality. His time in the forests where he was from caused his mind to turn feral and made him strive for survival above all else. When he was taken into the Legion, the apothecaries had great difficulty trying to ease his mind from the nightmares from his past, even to where one of the medicae servants was killed by Sevatarion's bare hands. When the Centurions thought that all was lost, he starting regaining some form of sentience and began to cooperate. Even though his words of advice come in riddles and chants, the man is nonetheless a deadly weapon the Legion puts to good use, perhaps even too often for his own good. To this day Sevatarion continues to struggle with his past, slipping further and further into "The Darkness" each time he is at the tip of the spear during combat.

Background: Sevatarion was raised as a brutal and efficient warrior in his community among the near pitch-black forests that surrounded his home. He was warned to beware something known to them as "The Darkness", an ancient evil that stirs every year to claim one of their kin. One day in the winter, when Sevatarion was out hunting with his fellow brethren. When they returned to the settlement, they were taken by surprise. Savage warriors from another tribe were waiting in the trees, ready to kill the few warriorst hat defended Sevatarion's kin. Being the deadly warrior he is, Sevatarion slaughtered a good number of the bandits but was forced to run to his village in order to not wind up like his Sword brothers, who were cut down swiftly and without mercy.

When Sevatarion returned to his village, he warned the people, but they refused to believe them, thinkingt hat the forest would protect them. Not a moment sooner, flames erupted from the shadows, crushing people and structures alike. As Sevatarion prepared to confront these attackers a second time, his own house collapsed around him, broken supports crushing him under the smoldering remains before the man passed out. When he came to, he could see that he was no longer buried, but laid out in the went snow. Knowing that he was surely taken prisoner, Sevatarion watched helplessly as his father, mother, and two younger brothers were executed along with many of his fellow villagers by the bandit warlord, many of which he had known since he was young. As their blood stained the snow red around their bodies, Sevatarion's remaining sanity snapped, and the savage beast beneath his calm composure was released. What was once a deadly warrior now turned into a feral creature with one thought in mind: Survival. Sevatarion took up one of the fallen bandit's swords and used them with effortless ease, slicing flesh and cleaving limbs as if the bandits were made of cloth. As his foes littered the ground around his feet, Sevatarion eyed the bandit warlord before launching himself at the man in single combat. It was over in minutes with Sevatarion decapitating the man in a grisly imitation of what had happened to his family and friends. Before letting out a savage howl towardst he night sky, He took the warloards helmet and ran off into the night.

Three years passed, and the man that was Sevatarion was only a shadow of his current state. As the former man was hunting, he noticed a Roman Cohort marching through the forest. Eager to embrace his death, Sevatarion charged at the legionaries, howling from the metal death mask of his newly aquired helmet. He struck fear into the hearts of those men. Wherever he struck, screams were given as blood painted him and the snow. It took the full might of the Centurion's honor guard in order to bring the feralwarrior down onto his knees. Eyeing the twenty fresh corpses bearing the Roman aquila, the Centurion ordered the man to be taken to their encampment. As they wondered what to do with him, Sevatarion began to have nightmares. Ones of death, destruction, and betrayal. The apothecaries kept their distance after the death of a servant during one of Sevatarion's nightmares caused widespread panic in the camp. Before he was consigned to death by execution, Sevatarion's former self emerged from "The Darkness". As the years went by, he regained his sanity, but only to a partial extent. His mind still wandered between The Darkness and himself, keeping him in the balance of a proud legionary and a merciless wolf-like creature. After many years of service, Sevatarion was finally given the right to be one of the Tenth Legion. In honor of his new pact, Sevatarion forged himself a new helm from the warlord's old attire, now adding honor markings from past kills and other tokens of his deeds along his battle plate. However, the engraving of a wolf's head was put on the death mask of his helm, reminding him of the darkness that was still there, ready to awaken again when he called it forth.

Storadow (Military Name)

Name (RP): Quintus Valerius Corvus

Father: Stratus Marcus Corvus, the Bane of Mindalur

Mother: Regula Corvus, Healer of Mithras

Title(s): Thik Slayer, Gladiator, Dragon Slayer, Legatus of the 11th Legion

Siblings?: Tacitus Corvus the Man of Family

Hometown/city: Fortunetes Home of Fortune

Weapon of Choice: Gladius

Personality: Honorable yet can be diciplined when wants to. Will never take a kill unless needed. Keeps to honor and won’t be beaten without a fight.

Background:

When Quintus was born, his mother, the healer, called almighty Mithras to bless him with all of the qualities of a good soldier. However, Mithras wasn’t one with Hecate. So instead of blessing him, he killed the boy. The boy was cursed to walk the Earth as a ghost. Unseen by the ordinary people of Rome’s great Empire.

The Healer had killed herself in grief.

Mithras decided to travel to Mercury to ask if he could send a message to Pluto or maybe even Hecate.

In Mithras’s citadel stood the boy, Quintus, listening to Mithras talk to his servants. He heard that Mithras was planning on bringing Quintus Valerius Corvus back to life.

Mithras asked Pluto and Hecate this. “Hello fellow gods. I bring urgent news of a boy with a great destiny. He has died because of my magic and I need to bring him back to the living world. Please help me. Mithras”

Pluto and Hecate decided to help. Pluto using the powers of the underworld, Hecate using the powers of magic. With this they brought Quintus back to life. However, they did not make him grow up like an ordinary person nor did they make him a man of free will. They made him … A slave. And even Hecate’s magic was “rusty” and it made him live on for 5x as long as most humans. So he spent 100 years working on slave farms. Without dying but surviving. The owners of the slave farms were astonished. The children almost fainting that he had lived this long without dying.

Of course he had a few of the qualities that Mithras was supposed to give him. He was good with a sword. He was intelligent. However, he was missing the most important thing of a soldier, discipline.

Eventually, the slave farmers thought he was immortal so sold him to a gladiator school. He became the best the school had ever made a warrior and easily beat everyone else. So of course he became the gladiator of that school.

He was sent to the almighty coliseum in Roma to fight against the mightiest Gladiator’s in the Roman Empire. That’s where he met a man that was very important. The Emperor himself. Watching Quintus fight and defeat every opponent.

That was when he found the first real challenge. A man that was blessed by Mars. His name: Michael but some people called him Nitroblaze. Michael and Quintus fought for hours and hours getting a few nicks to the skin and a few feints to scare. But none seemed to get the upper hand so the Emperor declared the duel a tie. And that was the first real tie in a Gladiatorial battle. They were both given the titles “Gladiator” and granted to be free men.

That was when we became friends but had to split their ways. He travelled to Gaul to fight all the Barbarians as a freelance man whilst Quintus travelled to Fortunetes. However, on the way to Fortunetes he was ambushed by bandits. He managed to fight them off but had to escape to an Outpost called Outpost Stragaeth. He discovered X~Legion there as they were the Legion defending the Outpost. He realised that the Bandits that attacked him were the Eastern Barbarians. After he saw the Legion’s great power with some other people like him who were also blessed by Mithras or Mars. Like Andrew, the Legatus of the Legion, and like Blackout, Tribunus of the Legion. He joined the Legion. After a long service he got some leave and took that opportunity to get to Fortunetes.

When his leave was over he travelled back to Stragaeth and discovered that they were moving outposts straight away. They were headed to Outpost Aurelia, a much easier place to defend. He spent a lot of time in X~Legion and he even became an official part of the Legion there. The Caesar: Aelianus, or Legio-X called him Blackpig. Well Caesar told Andy (Andrew) to move the Legion back to Stragaeth.

When Quintus and the Legion got back to Stragaeth Quintus also joined the 11th Legion and became a Legatus and back in X~Legion he got promoted to the rank Legio.

However, he was to lose that rank because of an event that will change all of his life.

At the battle of Yallia, he became known as Thik Slayer, short for Thismonian Slayer, because he slayed the second most Thismonians after a man that people called Spectrox. But since the Legion was cutting heavy losses and Spectrox stepped out of battle. Our leader told them to retreat. That was when several of them tried to stop that order, including me. He managed to scale the wall, kill all of the Thismonians guarding it, assassinated 6 people in the hallway to the throne and took the flag all by himself. He sent a messenger that he kidnapped, to the rest of the legion, at Yallia, requesting backup. However, he was soon defeated and thrown out of the gate. When he came back to the Legion, he left despite his destiny.

He joined the Barbarians, honing his fighting skills, fighting against the legion. However, soon he started forgiving the members of X~Legion for their retreat at Yallia for he realised that it was all for honor. That was when he walked to Yallia, which was then in control of the Mindalurians. His father joined him at an age which was not understandable and they fought, together, against the Mindalurians. That was when his father was slain. He mourned over his loss and joined back into X~Legion climbing the ranks to Decanus.

Trying to become a Praetorian. Gaining discipline the hard way. And he still lives as the Non-commissioned-officer called Storadow. He forever waits till Mithras will call him back to the kingdom of soldiers.

May he serve in Mithras’ name.

As a Pagan myself (RP) I am telling you about Mithras. The great almighty god of soldiers. He'll protect you in all of your battles and show you the ways of fighting and staying virtuous so that you make your way into the heavens and not the Underworld. Nam Mithram audaces iuvat. Unlike Mars he keeps you honorable and smart. With an iron fist for dicipline yet also strengh he is like a combination of an unskilled Praetorian and a soldier of Mars. If you are a light infantry fighter or even a bowman. You are perfectly suited for this worship for he is a light Roman Infantry/bowman who has a looted Persian cap.

Hope you become a Raven soon

Father Storadow

RP-Name: Angelus Crassus Invictus

Gender: Male

Hometown- 7th Legion Barracks, Heaven

Weapon of Choice: Gladius

Personality: Angeleus Invictus is a man of disicpline, who has a hard time coping with ill disciplined men. He believes it is a choice to be disicplined and those who chose otherwise are weak and will only corrupt the Legion. He can be kind and lose at times but on duty means he chases after his only goal: Victory on the battlefield for X~Legion. He will treat you with contempt if you break his trust or act a fool but gain his trust and become his friend and he will support your development and push you to achieve all that you desire.

Background:

His name wasn't always spelled with Roman Numerals,

His first memories were of the Creator, some may call him God. He knows him as Jesus. As an Angel his only duties were to carry out the will of the Father with extreme pace and swiftness. He was enlisted into the Legion of Christ who were stationed in Heaven. But one event scared him for life and eternity,

-{6th day of Creation}-

Angel continued to praise God as he loved to do, Lucifer was leading them in the Holy anthem all Angels know from their creation:

"HOLY HOLY HOLY, IS THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY, WHO WAS AND IS AND IS TO COME"

Lucifer chanted this many times, God was finishing the last touches on his NEW creation. Mankind was just a mere hours old and all of Heaven knew God loved them so. But some of his compatriots did not share the same love God had for mankind. It was rumored that Lucifer, head of the worship, hated them for taking the attention. A whole day of creation was dedicated to him and even they got the gift of free will. All of these thoughts were racing through Angel's head as he finished worhsiping God.

BOOM

A flash of lighting and a roll of thunder interrupted the universe, Lucifer had attempted to take God's life! But his raw power and awe blocked the saber that Lucifer wielded and deflected it off with a LOUD BANG. Within hours Heaven was at war, Michael, General of God's armies battle against Lucifer who had become as ugly as a Devil and condemed to Hell for eternity. 1/3 of the Angels in the Heaven sided with the Devil, they too hated the Humans and were disgusted with them. Angels were fighting Angels, never such a thing had been seen before. God was fighting along side His beloved Angels and casting out demon after demon, as the fallen Angels had been called. Lucifer was the last of the Demons to be cast out of Heaven onto earth. Michael rallied the Legions of Christ and had them fall into formation. A small group of the best fighters were sent to chase the demons and capture them to send them to hell, AngelOfTheLord7 was one of them. Michael gave him a new blade, forged in the hot suns of the galaxy, with it Angel could reap any soul, mortal or angelic and send it to hell without a moments notice. 

Many days passed as the Demons roamed the world and caused man to sin, in the Garden of Eden reports had been told that the Devil caused Adam and Eve to sin! This angered heaven greatly for now mankind had fallen into the whiles of the Devil! God was furious and cursed man and demon alike. Women would now have to experience pain while giving birth, and man would have to toil hard and long for the ground to bear him fruits and food. Only Jesus could save human kind but it would be over 6,000 years before Jesus could be sent to wash away the sins of mankind. During the months after the fall of man Angel and his men caught over 7,000 demons and sent them to eternal torment. But it seemed that the Devil could make demons faster than God could destroy them.

Angel wondered if God was so powerful that he created the universe in six days, why does not he just get rid of sin and the devil? God told him that my toughts are higher than yours and I have a time and season for everything. I allow these things to happen because one day I will eliminate the wars, the hunger, the strife and everything in between.

Angel loved the earth, after his time was served in the Legions of Christ he asked Jesus if he could remain on earth and live with the humans for a couple centuries. And his request was granted.

Spiritual warfare was much different from human warfare, a new force was on the rise on Earth. The Vakotvian Empire was conquering nation after nation and Angel was caught up with them. He was captured and sent to become a Vaccine. Vaktus taught him how to fight, each day he grew stronger and stronger until he was ready for combat. But one war he could not partake in, TGI had declared war on VAK and Angel could not harm his brothers because some of the other Angels also came to earth to live and fought for TGI. So he wandered the wildernes of northern Europe until he found a Roman fort by the name of Strageath in the gask region.

With no weapon he inquired of this strange place, he noticed a Legion training there and this is how he became recruited.

The setting is a Roman Fort named Strageath, the wind is blowing and Angeleus our main character encounters some Romans who can help him on his search for Shadow614.

-Camera Rolls-

Angel wakes up from a Hangover on the brink of death, he searches around for any signs of life. A roman spawns, he pays no attention to Angel. Angel follows him around and encounters a Roman Legion marching.

Shadow614: ROMANS, MARCH IN FORMATION

Soldiers rush to follow the Centurions orders.

Roman Soldier 1: “Sir, could we have some water. We have been marching ALL day.”

Shadow614: “Scrubs, I will say when you can rest, REFORM AND MARCH!.”

Romans march towards Angel, no one pays attentions but the Centurion faces the Lad

Shadow614: “HALT, who are you? You look like a hobo.”

Angel stares at him in disbelief.

Angel: “You ARE the one!”

Shadow614 turns to his soldiers

Shadow614: “He must be Drunk!”

Angel: “No Sir, I was wandering the wilderness and found this place, my name is Angel Sir”.

Shadow614: “I don’t know an Angel, run along now before I get too impatient with you, Filth.”

Roman Soldiers start to March again

Angel: “Please Sir, I have many questions!”

Roman soldiers halt on the orders of the Centurion. Shadow looks at Angel with pity, and begins to speak.

Shadow614: “Filth, can you hold a sword?”

Angel grins and responds with eagerness.

Angel: “I am an Angel who fought in Heavens War! I can do more that hold a sword, I can use it!”

Shadow Laughs and looks at Angel with the vision that he could be another soldier.

Shadow614: “Ha! Fall in line Soldier, you are a Legionnaire now boy.”

And so his tale begins. Climbing through the ranks he enlisted into the Praetorian Guard in 3 weeks, only at an Evocauts. Along with him who were recruited was Phantom0922 and Viatos of Greece. Now he commands one hundred men and has a villa on the banks of the Tiber. His family the Invictus pains him because one day he will hear the sound of the horn and know it is his time to go back to Heaven. But for now he trains and develops men so that they bring honor and glory to Rome and Imperator. He took a new name, Angelus Crassus Invictus and he still serves in X~Legion today.

RP Name: Timaeus Murum Invictus (Honor Wall Invincible; roughly translated as Honorable and Invincible Wall)

Gender: Male

Hometown: Athens, Greece.

Weapon of Choice: Bow, gladius

Personality: Timaeus is, as his name suggests, a very honorable and disciplined, though sometimes stubborn, soldier. Timaeus is generally seen as a quiet and calm person, always following the orders of his higher ups, and trying to help his peers. It is quite rare for Timaeus to talk, as he usually keeps all of his thoughts to himself, except during a battle, where he always communicates with comrades to help them. Timaeus can be indecisive at times, but will often stick to one decision once he makes one. As a result of that, he is quite stubborn, which reflects on his name: Honorable and Invincible Wall. It also reflects how immovable he is in battle, for many foes have fallen to Timaeus without him taking even a single inch, due to his bow mastery. 

Background: Born in Athens, Timaeus Murum Invictus was always a professional with a bow. His studies in archery and war made him join the Roman military, where he was drafted in to the Tenth Legion. Since he joined the Tenth, he has rapidly risen up the ranks, now aspiring to soon become the leader of every archer in the Legion. Timaeus's real father and mother still live in Athens.

Timaeus however, was not always so disciplined and quiet. He used to be a loud, obnoxious, and ill-disciplined brat. He was a troublemaker and always played with things he wasn't supposed to meddle with. As a result of his shortcomings, his precious little brother perished. 

One day, at the age of 15, he snuck into a Roman military camp with his 11-year old little brother. When the troops stationed there left to run laps, he went out with his brother to look at a catapult, despite his younger brother's protests. While he was looking at the catapult, his younger brother's attention was caught by a shiny piece of a broken sword a bit away from the catapult, near a fence. Timaeus, messing with the catapult, accidentally set it to short range and fired the catapult. While it was partially by accident, it was also a result of Timaeus's misjudging and his absent-minded decision making. The boulder fell down right next to his little brother, whose entire left body was crushed. Due to the tragic death of his little brother, Timaeus has learned to be wise, calm, disciplined, and polite.

RP Name: Sepius Phoebus Invictus

Gender: Male

Hometown: A small, peaceful village on the outskirts of Roma. At least it was peaceful, until the Gauls arrived.

Weapon of Choice: Pilum

Personality: The personality that Sepius bears is refined to the tiniest detail. He has no self-control, is not reliable and always thinks of himself; blaming others for his misfortune... Of course, this completely changed once he enrolled for Legio X. Now he is dependable, persuasive and always quick to be caring. Sepius is quick with a comeback and possesses a sharp tongue. Besides this, he also has a continual use of sarcasm, sometimes making him unbearable to be around. Though he loves X~Legion dearly, he finds it hard to place his trust in some of her members. From experience from within the Legion, he understands that in times of hardship you should not lose hope, for if we are united and have faith in eachother, we can overcome anything. As a result, he puts things into perspective and tries to be the solution rather than the problem.

Background: Adventure has forever been a distant thought for Sepius. He was not a warrior. He was not a blacksmith. He was simply a young lad working in stables, under the care of his parents. He worked hard, receiving only meagre denarii for his exhausting duties. But there is no reason to have complaint, for the family, itself, was barely scratching a living. It was not an easy existence, and he was too poor to get much of an education. Nonetheless, Sepius was still well fed and allowed to stay in a small living area above the stables, which is ultimately better than the streets.

Best of all, the stables overlook a small, training ground which consisted of multiple palus. Some time ago, a Legatus of the 10th Legion deemed it necessary to train and discipline soldiers in the areas surrounding Rome. The idea didn't get very far, of course. Most of the soldiers in the village merely sat yawning or lazed around until each training session ended. The Legatus left the village without knowing of his greatest pupil; Sepius.

From a young age, Sepius has dreamt of a glorious life in the outside world - serving Rome. In the time he had to spare, he would constantly watch over the training ground from his window when a session was in progress. He observed, studied and then practiced the art of swordfighting - among various other weapons - and combat manoeuvres and tactics in the confines of his room.

Years passed. Then, the Gauls came. And Sepius, he could not do anything despite plea to his family, for they would not let him fight and urged him to take a horse and run. Run. To Rome. After leaving everything he knew, Sepius ventured out into the mysterious streets of Rome, pleading for anyone or anything to help him, but nothing could be done. Soon, the Legatus found him on the streets, in a dazed state, and recruited him into the 10th Legion. From there, his journey began. Two years have passed since that moment. He has now joined the Invictus Family in-order to better himself and others around him, after his previous mentoring was finally complete.