Legio-X

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.