Chararter Summary:
Alexius Leventis is a nineteen year old Colovian-Imperial, born in Anvil; though raised during his adolescence in Hammerfell. Alexius expected to join the fourteenth legion, under his father's command – where he also expected to serve alongside his brother and sister – but to his dismay, was assigned to the first auxiliary.
Appearance:
The child of a military commander and with two elder siblings, Alexius grew up rambunctious and active, regularly bruised as a result of wherever he had climbed or if his sister or brother caught him with a training. As he grew, he matured into a healthy young man, at 5'11” with olive skin, summer kissed dirty blonde hair that tightens into unmanageable curls when left to grow. (Something he avoids, thus, keeping it short cut). And dark, somewhat innocent and naive like, brown eyes with a brow that cocks an inquisitively curious stare with each question he acts or baffling action he witnesses. His nose is long and sharp and mouth shapes into a youthful half-cocked smile whenever he grins – betraying that there is still the child inside of him that would once explore Stros M'kai. Despite his internal insisting that he needs to look firm and authoritative.
Not particularly brawny, Alex does maintain rather fine stamina and agility, in a lithe, but mildly muscular, physique.
Weapons, attire, etc:
Alexius is kitted to already march into a division of legionaries. Of course, he expected to march into a legion based in Hammerfell, trained and outfitted for arid conditions. Not an auxiliary unit based a thousand miles away in the North. Studded leather briast protection, with additional linked chain beneath, dark red undergarments, iron gauntlets and matching boots. A uniform for what should have been, not for where he is.
Beyond what miscellaneous official items he has been handed by his military cohort, Alexius brought little from home.
Skill:
A life spent raised outside of Cyrodiil (primary spending most of his life in Hammerfell) Alexius is rather intelligent able to speak and translate some Elven and more obscure human tongues, back into Cyrodilic. At one point, during his youth in a land unknown to him, he had desired to become an historian and adventurer, which fuelled his education in these aspects to learn, translate, speak and survive.
He has never been in a real fight, nor has he ever truly witnessed real military conflict. His closest experiences are fisticuffs and training sessions with his elder brother and sister – which often would become out of hand, leading to a bruising here and there or a bust lip – But he maintains some adept skill with a shield and sword and nor is he afraid to play dirty. He did have elder siblings after all and when you're the runt of the litter, sometimes you've got to be sneaky to win. Which aided his rather fine – if questionable – habit of being a proper bastard at winning card games, board games and other gambling party games. Is he cheating? Hard to say, he's never been caught so far.
Personality:
Alexius is, or rather, was, is what certain circles within the military communities would refer to as a military brat. A child who has spent as much time within among the legion as their parents would have, never knowing a true home. Growing up around soldiers and generals and being the son of Tribune Marcus Leventis, Alex comes with slight military privilege, believing his current station is not where he is needed, in an almost borderline arrogance that he is the only true soldier amongst the recruits of the first auxiliary. However, his perspective of what makes a soldier and what is war is as much from an outsider perceptive as much as a farmer who overhears rumours and tales. Though he may be used to military life, he has never truly lived it.
An intelligent young man, honourable and diligent (If not a little bit of a rake underneath his skin that sometimes comes to the surface when it needs too). He carries a grand sense of duty set by his father, though he does not enjoy his position within the first, he will respect it and it's leaders. Of what of Alexius is not Alexius the legionary is a rather humble spirit, with a keen love for history and reading, he isn't one to usually rush first into a fight unless provoked and keeps most negative opinions of others to himself, unless, once more, provoked. Masking his insults under wry humour and sarcasm. He's particularly good with the wry humour and sarcasm.
History:
Youngest child of three to Marcus Leventis, tribune of the fourteenth legion (Once served as commander of the fourth), Alexius spent his early youth travelling throughout most of Tamriel as the balance of power between the Elves of the Summerset Isles and the Mede Empire began to cause ripples which would eventually form the waves of the war. Soon, his life came to halt in Hammerfell as the Fourteenth legion took upon a semi-permanent station within the country.
His life in Hammerfell was fairly uneventful, quiet and happy; he would watch the soldiers train and march he would explore the lands (within the boundaries he had been handed, of course). He would stare off hard off into the distance, trying to deceiver a clear picture of the Dwarven relics of the past that he spied upon the horizon, the glint of bronze machineries off out into the deserts and a demon like desire whispering for him to go in and take a peek, but his discipline paid off and the ruins simply remained an image beyond his reach. His brother would hand him a hardy punch upon the arm, just because he could. He would have his first kiss, shy and timid but all the worth it as the other military brats watched on with silent insistence within the oasis bushes. His life was fairly ordinary.
Once he reached the zenith of adolescence and about to cross over and become a man, the war began. His desire to join the legion had never been greater and when news reached them that the Dominion had invaded Hammerfell, his father presented to him a letter, he was to be outfitted, he was be handed a sword and shield and he was to be escorted north, to Skyrim. Where he would join the newly founded first auxiliary and serve under the command of Targon Longstride and his family would march south to meet the invading armies of the Aldmeri Dominion.
Alex's heart sank as he watched the dust clouds kicked up by the fourteenth, and the horns and drums, slowly diminish as the sand gave way for snow.
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