» Sun May 01, 2011 4:51 am Caesar's Rome
It has been a week since Caesar and his Legion entered New Vegas. The fires died down, the profligates purged. Caesar oversaw the restoration of the Strip. His Legate by his side. But things needed doing. And so Caesar called the scout, Anthony Servius, to the Lucky 38.
Elvis
Spoiler
Name: Borgia Manus
Faction: Custodi, however Borgia becomes the acting leader of New Vegas.
Physical Description: African - American. 6'1. Borgia had dark, medium length hair and wears a rough beard. He is quite an attractive man, if rugged and perhaps slightly intimidating.
Equipment:
Weapons: Machete gladius, marksman carbine and a hunting shotgun.
Apparel: Centurion armour.
Misc: Healing powder, purified water, binoculars and a sack of Legion Denarius
Back - Story / Personality: Borgia is a man bound by honour. He is quite a charismatic man, but also brutal and ruthless when needs be. Borgia is not brainwashed by the Legion. He supports them and their methods, believing they are necessary to tame Post-Apocalyptic America.
Borgia grew up in California, an NCR citizen. After discovering Borgia was skilled with ranged weapons, the NCR enlisted Borgia into the NCR army. He trained to become a 1st Recon sniper. He soon grew tired and frustrated with the NCR, and their inability to protect their massive expanse of land. Borgia left when he was seventeen, before he completed training.
He lived under a different name beforehand, but changed it when he left, adopting Borgia Manus. After a time of travelling, Borgia met a small caravan company. He became a caravan guard, and wandered the wastes with the men.
During a trip to the newly-occupied Arizona, Borgia and his caravan group were attacked by raiders. Outnumbered and surprised, all but Borgia died in the assault. Borgia killed the raiders, and was spotted by a Legion patrol. Borgia was asked if he wanted to join the Legion. Borgia agreed, seeing no other choice.
After hearing fully about the Legion, and Caesar's ideals, Borgia found himself firmly in agreement. Eventually Borgia was sent to the Mojave, where he met Caesar. Borgia was soon promoted to Centurion. He was skilled not only in ranged combat, but also in melee.
Borgia led the troops who supported Marlo Springer through the Dam's Power Plants during the Second Battle of Hoover Dam.
Faction: Custodi, however Borgia becomes the acting leader of New Vegas.
Physical Description: African - American. 6'1. Borgia had dark, medium length hair and wears a rough beard. He is quite an attractive man, if rugged and perhaps slightly intimidating.
Equipment:
Weapons: Machete gladius, marksman carbine and a hunting shotgun.
Apparel: Centurion armour.
Misc: Healing powder, purified water, binoculars and a sack of Legion Denarius
Back - Story / Personality: Borgia is a man bound by honour. He is quite a charismatic man, but also brutal and ruthless when needs be. Borgia is not brainwashed by the Legion. He supports them and their methods, believing they are necessary to tame Post-Apocalyptic America.
Borgia grew up in California, an NCR citizen. After discovering Borgia was skilled with ranged weapons, the NCR enlisted Borgia into the NCR army. He trained to become a 1st Recon sniper. He soon grew tired and frustrated with the NCR, and their inability to protect their massive expanse of land. Borgia left when he was seventeen, before he completed training.
He lived under a different name beforehand, but changed it when he left, adopting Borgia Manus. After a time of travelling, Borgia met a small caravan company. He became a caravan guard, and wandered the wastes with the men.
During a trip to the newly-occupied Arizona, Borgia and his caravan group were attacked by raiders. Outnumbered and surprised, all but Borgia died in the assault. Borgia killed the raiders, and was spotted by a Legion patrol. Borgia was asked if he wanted to join the Legion. Borgia agreed, seeing no other choice.
After hearing fully about the Legion, and Caesar's ideals, Borgia found himself firmly in agreement. Eventually Borgia was sent to the Mojave, where he met Caesar. Borgia was soon promoted to Centurion. He was skilled not only in ranged combat, but also in melee.
Borgia led the troops who supported Marlo Springer through the Dam's Power Plants during the Second Battle of Hoover Dam.
ThatOneNwah
Spoiler
Name: Trajan Nerva
Faction: Custodi
Physical Description: Tan skin, 5'10, slim with defined arms. Gaunt cheeks and a defined jawline provide a sort of "angular" look.
Equipment: Gladius with typical rounded Roman pommel made from a long strip of steel scrap metal, sharpened to a razor edge (Got the idea from an old drawing of an actual gladius), Browning Hi-Power for emergencies, centurion uniform and helmet. Various different dry foods, healing powder and purified water are kept in a small parcel Trajan keeps on the small of his back.
Back- Story / Personality: Ruthless would be the word used to describe any one of Caesar's legionnaires yet it seemed to fit the young yet vicious Trajan more so. Having been born without the luxury of a given name, Trajan was tribal of six when a contubernium of legionnaires sacked his small village, killing any men past the age of eight and taking the women as slaves. It was the centurion in command of the raid that took a personal liking to young Trajan, going so far as to name him after a famous Roman emperor and conqueror.
It was also he who taught the illiterate child how to speak properly, read and even write. Of course, along with a basic education he was also taught the importance of honor and value of pride in ones calling. As such, Trajan felt a strong allegiance to both the centurion who essentially raised him and to the Legion as a whole. Swearing a silent oath to serve until death, Trajan's loyalty borders on fervor. In the few raiding parties he's participated in, he's been known to show no mercy, even when instructed otherwise.
Having recently been promoted to the rank of centurion himself for his actions during a small campaign against a tribe known as the "Longbauts", located just a bit northeast of the Mojave, in which he saved an entire conturbenia of men, Trajan was immediately stationed at the strip, put in charge of the "Custodi", a "peacekeeping" force meant to keep the local profligates in line.
Faction: Custodi
Physical Description: Tan skin, 5'10, slim with defined arms. Gaunt cheeks and a defined jawline provide a sort of "angular" look.
Equipment: Gladius with typical rounded Roman pommel made from a long strip of steel scrap metal, sharpened to a razor edge (Got the idea from an old drawing of an actual gladius), Browning Hi-Power for emergencies, centurion uniform and helmet. Various different dry foods, healing powder and purified water are kept in a small parcel Trajan keeps on the small of his back.
Back- Story / Personality: Ruthless would be the word used to describe any one of Caesar's legionnaires yet it seemed to fit the young yet vicious Trajan more so. Having been born without the luxury of a given name, Trajan was tribal of six when a contubernium of legionnaires sacked his small village, killing any men past the age of eight and taking the women as slaves. It was the centurion in command of the raid that took a personal liking to young Trajan, going so far as to name him after a famous Roman emperor and conqueror.
It was also he who taught the illiterate child how to speak properly, read and even write. Of course, along with a basic education he was also taught the importance of honor and value of pride in ones calling. As such, Trajan felt a strong allegiance to both the centurion who essentially raised him and to the Legion as a whole. Swearing a silent oath to serve until death, Trajan's loyalty borders on fervor. In the few raiding parties he's participated in, he's been known to show no mercy, even when instructed otherwise.
Having recently been promoted to the rank of centurion himself for his actions during a small campaign against a tribe known as the "Longbauts", located just a bit northeast of the Mojave, in which he saved an entire conturbenia of men, Trajan was immediately stationed at the strip, put in charge of the "Custodi", a "peacekeeping" force meant to keep the local profligates in line.
MouseKing
Spoiler
Might not actually join the finished product, Im in one right now, adn applied for another so.. But we'll see.
Name: Charlie Moore
Faction: NCR Remnants
Physical Description: 5'10 Caucasian Male, Clean shaven, blue eyes and dirty messy strawberryblonde hair.
Equipment:
Weapons: As of now, M4 Carbine, S&W Model 29, Combat Knife, Fire Axe (shortened handle for one handed capability)
Apparel: Ripped up torn up NCR armor (with no faction markings present), reinforced with plates from combat armor. Black Bandana, Black Cap, and Sunglasses
Misc: 250 caps (are tehy still currency), Med-X, Jet, Whisky, Ammuntion, Whet Stone, Water, Lockpicks and assorted Theives tools, Lantern, Spare batteries, Plate, Spork, Knife, Mug, Spade, Chemical Kit (no other idea what to call it, but used for making chems and alchohol to sell to teh people of New Vegas)
Back - Story / Personality:
Lived his entire life in Freeside, Got into alot of trouble with the NCR when tehy came and annexed the Mojave. Once they found out he was a decent shot with a rifle, he was conscripted. He was not present at the Battle fro Hoover Dam, but feels sorry for the NCR people for having everything tehy worked to destroyed.
He does nto despise the Legion, but their means are incredibly brutal in his opinions and the laws are well, plain silly. Now his day job, that really takes place at night is bringing the sin back to Sin City. He works for a small group of people working in the underground market. In the new regime, alchohol, chems, and gambling are outlawed and punishable. So he secretly brings alchohol, and chems to people of Freeside and the Strip. And some particularly big orders outside of New Vegas. He also directs eager gamblers to underground casino's. The risks are high but so are teh rewards.
Name: Charlie Moore
Faction: NCR Remnants
Physical Description: 5'10 Caucasian Male, Clean shaven, blue eyes and dirty messy strawberryblonde hair.
Equipment:
Weapons: As of now, M4 Carbine, S&W Model 29, Combat Knife, Fire Axe (shortened handle for one handed capability)
Apparel: Ripped up torn up NCR armor (with no faction markings present), reinforced with plates from combat armor. Black Bandana, Black Cap, and Sunglasses
Misc: 250 caps (are tehy still currency), Med-X, Jet, Whisky, Ammuntion, Whet Stone, Water, Lockpicks and assorted Theives tools, Lantern, Spare batteries, Plate, Spork, Knife, Mug, Spade, Chemical Kit (no other idea what to call it, but used for making chems and alchohol to sell to teh people of New Vegas)
Back - Story / Personality:
Lived his entire life in Freeside, Got into alot of trouble with the NCR when tehy came and annexed the Mojave. Once they found out he was a decent shot with a rifle, he was conscripted. He was not present at the Battle fro Hoover Dam, but feels sorry for the NCR people for having everything tehy worked to destroyed.
He does nto despise the Legion, but their means are incredibly brutal in his opinions and the laws are well, plain silly. Now his day job, that really takes place at night is bringing the sin back to Sin City. He works for a small group of people working in the underground market. In the new regime, alchohol, chems, and gambling are outlawed and punishable. So he secretly brings alchohol, and chems to people of Freeside and the Strip. And some particularly big orders outside of New Vegas. He also directs eager gamblers to underground casino's. The risks are high but so are teh rewards.
DarkZerker
Spoiler
Name: Nick Parker
Faction: The Negotium
Physical Description: Face. 5' 10'' and an athletic build, not bulky nor scrawny.
Equipment:
Weapons: .357 Magnum, a silenced Uzi. Family Katana.
Apparel: Black business suit with Kevlar jacket underneath.
Misc: Ammunition, Speed Reload for Magnum, Healing Powder, Golden Locket.
Back Story: Nick was born under one of the most influential members in the Mojave Wasteland as his father owned a large caravan which supplied towns and even the NCR with ammunition, guns, and anything else they needed. At an early age, Nick was taught philosophy, business, science, and above all, combat with both guns and the family Katana.
When Nick turned 23 years old, his father was assassinated by the NCR, who found out Nick's father had dealings with Legion for protection. As a result, Nick immediately seized control of the caravan and supplied the Legion with hundreds of raw materials for weapons and ammunition for their guns. In exchange, the Legion gave his caravan complete protection.
After the Second Battle at Hoover Dam and after New Vegas was established as Legion territory, Caesar named Nick as the head of the Negotium as a reward for supplying the Legion through the end. At that time, Nick was 28 years old. A couple months later, he married one of his caravan members who had a crush on him for a very long time, Evelyn Shay, with Caesar's blessing.
Personality: Nick is completely neutral, even when it comes to the Legion. He does what is the most beneficial to him and his organization. Nick is highly intelligent and a visionary, much like Mr. House. In fact, the two aren't that different. Both wanted the same thing, but Nick sees the Legion as the slow and sure way to regain civilization. Not evil but not a good guy at all.
Faction: The Negotium
Physical Description: Face. 5' 10'' and an athletic build, not bulky nor scrawny.
Equipment:
Weapons: .357 Magnum, a silenced Uzi. Family Katana.
Apparel: Black business suit with Kevlar jacket underneath.
Misc: Ammunition, Speed Reload for Magnum, Healing Powder, Golden Locket.
Back Story: Nick was born under one of the most influential members in the Mojave Wasteland as his father owned a large caravan which supplied towns and even the NCR with ammunition, guns, and anything else they needed. At an early age, Nick was taught philosophy, business, science, and above all, combat with both guns and the family Katana.
When Nick turned 23 years old, his father was assassinated by the NCR, who found out Nick's father had dealings with Legion for protection. As a result, Nick immediately seized control of the caravan and supplied the Legion with hundreds of raw materials for weapons and ammunition for their guns. In exchange, the Legion gave his caravan complete protection.
After the Second Battle at Hoover Dam and after New Vegas was established as Legion territory, Caesar named Nick as the head of the Negotium as a reward for supplying the Legion through the end. At that time, Nick was 28 years old. A couple months later, he married one of his caravan members who had a crush on him for a very long time, Evelyn Shay, with Caesar's blessing.
Personality: Nick is completely neutral, even when it comes to the Legion. He does what is the most beneficial to him and his organization. Nick is highly intelligent and a visionary, much like Mr. House. In fact, the two aren't that different. Both wanted the same thing, but Nick sees the Legion as the slow and sure way to regain civilization. Not evil but not a good guy at all.
icouldntthinkofaname
Spoiler
Name:Julius Antony
Faction: Custodi
Physical Description: Caucasian, 5'11". Brown, clean cut hair. He is 21 years old
Equipment:
Weapons:Machete Gladius, Molotov Cocktails, Javelins (The spear Javelins), and a .44 Magnum
Apparel:Legionary Armor, Legionary Helmet, and a Roman Shield
Misc:A Journal and a watch
Back - Story / Personality: Julius is a compassionate man of the Legion, he is done what he is asked of him.
Julius was born in Two-Sun, when the Legion took it over when he was 9, he, instead of being a Slave, was taught to be a legionary by Centurion Marc Scipio. When he was 15, he and Marc's Cohort was moved to Fortification Hill. When he was 16, Marc was killed when he was on Patrol, killed by a NCR sniper. Julius gave Marc a funeral of a warrior. Julius carried Marc's body to the cliff of the Colorado, and threw it in. Julius soon became a solider stationed at Cottonwood Cove, but now, he is pulled back to Fortification Hill
Faction: Custodi
Physical Description: Caucasian, 5'11". Brown, clean cut hair. He is 21 years old
Equipment:
Weapons:Machete Gladius, Molotov Cocktails, Javelins (The spear Javelins), and a .44 Magnum
Apparel:Legionary Armor, Legionary Helmet, and a Roman Shield
Misc:A Journal and a watch
Back - Story / Personality: Julius is a compassionate man of the Legion, he is done what he is asked of him.
Julius was born in Two-Sun, when the Legion took it over when he was 9, he, instead of being a Slave, was taught to be a legionary by Centurion Marc Scipio. When he was 15, he and Marc's Cohort was moved to Fortification Hill. When he was 16, Marc was killed when he was on Patrol, killed by a NCR sniper. Julius gave Marc a funeral of a warrior. Julius carried Marc's body to the cliff of the Colorado, and threw it in. Julius soon became a solider stationed at Cottonwood Cove, but now, he is pulled back to Fortification Hill
reidster338
Spoiler
Name: Colt Harris
Faction: Negotium
Physical Description: 6"0. Strong, tanned arms. Buzz cut with several cuts on his head.
Equipment:
Weapons: USAS-12 combat shotgun, M9, Pocketknife found in his boot.
Apparel: Reinforced Combat Armor, Black Bandana he occasionaly wears in to battle. Boots. Underneath armor he wears a t-shirt and baggy cargo pants.
Misc: Two bottles of water, Two stimpacks, Bag of Chips, several boxes of shotgun shells.
Back - Story / Personality: Colt grew up in the business of gaurding caravans. He was born inside freeside and was immediately thrust into the world of trading. When he was just 12, he go into his first firefight with several thugs trying to rob a well known caravan. He killed a man that day, and forever after he realized his life will be devoted to protecting the Negotiums caravan. Since his father retired, he hopes to gradually make his way up the ranks and become the top caravan gaurd.
Colt is somewhat subdued but if needed he will speak his mind. He is not evil nor good but simply a man trying to follow after his fathers footsteps.
Faction: Negotium
Physical Description: 6"0. Strong, tanned arms. Buzz cut with several cuts on his head.
Equipment:
Weapons: USAS-12 combat shotgun, M9, Pocketknife found in his boot.
Apparel: Reinforced Combat Armor, Black Bandana he occasionaly wears in to battle. Boots. Underneath armor he wears a t-shirt and baggy cargo pants.
Misc: Two bottles of water, Two stimpacks, Bag of Chips, several boxes of shotgun shells.
Back - Story / Personality: Colt grew up in the business of gaurding caravans. He was born inside freeside and was immediately thrust into the world of trading. When he was just 12, he go into his first firefight with several thugs trying to rob a well known caravan. He killed a man that day, and forever after he realized his life will be devoted to protecting the Negotiums caravan. Since his father retired, he hopes to gradually make his way up the ranks and become the top caravan gaurd.
Colt is somewhat subdued but if needed he will speak his mind. He is not evil nor good but simply a man trying to follow after his fathers footsteps.
crazy_ewok
Spoiler
Name: Kaleb Burke
Faction: Negotium
Description: 45-year old male. 5’8”. Cropped, brown hair with tinges of grey at the temples. Short-trimmed full beard with silver streaks
Equipment:
Weapons: .44 Magnum revolver w/ scope, .44 Magnum revolver w/ heavy frame, knife
Apparel (In-shop): White, grease stained shirt. Brown cargo pants. White apron.
Apparel (Field): Brown cargo pants. White shirt. Dark brown duster. Brahminhide cowboy hat w/ ring of gecko teeth around the crown.
Bio: Nobody really knows where Kaleb came from. He showed up in New Vegas shortly after the Second Battle of Hoover Dam, and set up shop, selling survival food such as jerky.
When the Negotium was formed, Kaleb joined. He opened up the Sizzlin’ Strip Shop (everyone calls it “The Shop” for short) near the Strip entrance, cooking food that was said to rival the old Ultra-Luxe’s The Gourmand, as well as preparing some of the finest-quality travelling foodstuff. When caravans prepare to travel, they stock up at The Shop; when the Custodi want some finely-cooked steak, they go to The Shop. Kaleb has become an integral member of the Negotium, his shop becoming a locally-famous institution of fine dining, even though his shop doesn’t have a fine dining area.
Kaleb has a paternal aura about him. He knows the orders of all his regulars by heart, and treats them with fatherly fondness, whether they are a citizen of New Vegas or a member of the Custodi. Oddly enough, they respond in kind with respectful deference, which is a bit of a concern with the Legion higher-ups.
Yet, nobody really knows the story behind Kaleb; him being a master at deflecting minds inquiring about his past. Nobody has ever been to his apartments above The Shop either. And there are stories circulating amongst the populace about Kaleb, about a nondescript metal chest that holds the key to Kaleb’s past….
Faction: Negotium
Description: 45-year old male. 5’8”. Cropped, brown hair with tinges of grey at the temples. Short-trimmed full beard with silver streaks
Equipment:
Weapons: .44 Magnum revolver w/ scope, .44 Magnum revolver w/ heavy frame, knife
Apparel (In-shop): White, grease stained shirt. Brown cargo pants. White apron.
Apparel (Field): Brown cargo pants. White shirt. Dark brown duster. Brahminhide cowboy hat w/ ring of gecko teeth around the crown.
Bio: Nobody really knows where Kaleb came from. He showed up in New Vegas shortly after the Second Battle of Hoover Dam, and set up shop, selling survival food such as jerky.
When the Negotium was formed, Kaleb joined. He opened up the Sizzlin’ Strip Shop (everyone calls it “The Shop” for short) near the Strip entrance, cooking food that was said to rival the old Ultra-Luxe’s The Gourmand, as well as preparing some of the finest-quality travelling foodstuff. When caravans prepare to travel, they stock up at The Shop; when the Custodi want some finely-cooked steak, they go to The Shop. Kaleb has become an integral member of the Negotium, his shop becoming a locally-famous institution of fine dining, even though his shop doesn’t have a fine dining area.
Kaleb has a paternal aura about him. He knows the orders of all his regulars by heart, and treats them with fatherly fondness, whether they are a citizen of New Vegas or a member of the Custodi. Oddly enough, they respond in kind with respectful deference, which is a bit of a concern with the Legion higher-ups.
Yet, nobody really knows the story behind Kaleb; him being a master at deflecting minds inquiring about his past. Nobody has ever been to his apartments above The Shop either. And there are stories circulating amongst the populace about Kaleb, about a nondescript metal chest that holds the key to Kaleb’s past….
gabriel77dan
Spoiler
Name: Insigne Trib?s
Faction: Custodi
Physical Description: Hispanic male, medium long green tinted hair, about 225 CM long, quite muscular (7STR), perfect symmetric scar in the middle of his chin, several long scars from knife battles on his arms.
I drew a picture of him: http://img545.images...75491437150.jpg
Equipment:
Weapons: Personal Machete, it's similar in appearance to the standard issue machete but it's cracked at the top and it has a wave-like yellow coloring along the blade.
Apparel: Standard Legionnaire Armor.
Misc: Healing powder, purified water, rope, shades.
Back - Story / Personality: Insigne Trib?s was once known as Domiq Fernand, he was part of an unnamed tribe that was highly religious about earthquakes.
He on the other hand did not care for this bullcrap despite the elders pushing him each day until they finally had enough, they exiled him from their village and sent him out in the wastes with nothing but the clothes on his back to die.
He wandered for days searching for what little food or water there were until he stumbled onto a Legion outpost.
The Legion decanus asked him about his reasons for being on Legion grounds to which he got no reply.
The decanus was slightly annoyed at Domiq for his attitude and had him thrown in the holding pen until he had decided what to do with him.
Seeing Domiq's physique and his height made him come to two conclusions, either he could be a great asset, or he could be a great enemy.
After being in a holding pen for a couple of days the decanus asked if he wanted to join the Legion.
Domiq answered with a single "Yes." During the next weeks he received training in the outpost until the day came to assimilate/exterminate a tribe.
This was his first mission, and the target was his home tribe, as they attacked and took down what pathetic guards they had Domiq rushed towards the elders, he knew that the rest of the people would panic if the elders was killed, and with his mighty hands he crushed their bodies with his blade with such force that it cracked a bit at the top.
He never spoke to any legionnaire, slave, citizen, beast or potential tribe for assimilation about where he came from.
During the next 4 years he spent his time in the Legion, constantly training and going on missions.
The one time he met Caesar he startled him with his height making him shout out "Insigne Trib?s!", after calming down and discussing with Domiq's centurion about battle plans the centurion said to Domiq to take up that name instead of the old one, Insigne Trib?s.
Insigne is a calm man, never loses temper, over the years he has opened up to others making him more "chat-able", he does not care very much for fun, morals, ethics, temptation, lust or love, he cares about justice, Legion's justice, none of the former will ever come in the way of him doing a job well.
While he does not care for it when he is on his free time he can be more "open" about things but isn't exactly going to be the life of the party.
He is not Graham or Lanius in battle strength so he isn't overpowered, but if you lie down on the ground and he stomps on your face then there isn't going to be much else but paste left there, so he is strong, very strong, but not overly strong, can't pick up a car like the Hulk.
Faction: Custodi
Physical Description: Hispanic male, medium long green tinted hair, about 225 CM long, quite muscular (7STR), perfect symmetric scar in the middle of his chin, several long scars from knife battles on his arms.
I drew a picture of him: http://img545.images...75491437150.jpg
Equipment:
Weapons: Personal Machete, it's similar in appearance to the standard issue machete but it's cracked at the top and it has a wave-like yellow coloring along the blade.
Apparel: Standard Legionnaire Armor.
Misc: Healing powder, purified water, rope, shades.
Back - Story / Personality: Insigne Trib?s was once known as Domiq Fernand, he was part of an unnamed tribe that was highly religious about earthquakes.
He on the other hand did not care for this bullcrap despite the elders pushing him each day until they finally had enough, they exiled him from their village and sent him out in the wastes with nothing but the clothes on his back to die.
He wandered for days searching for what little food or water there were until he stumbled onto a Legion outpost.
The Legion decanus asked him about his reasons for being on Legion grounds to which he got no reply.
The decanus was slightly annoyed at Domiq for his attitude and had him thrown in the holding pen until he had decided what to do with him.
Seeing Domiq's physique and his height made him come to two conclusions, either he could be a great asset, or he could be a great enemy.
After being in a holding pen for a couple of days the decanus asked if he wanted to join the Legion.
Domiq answered with a single "Yes." During the next weeks he received training in the outpost until the day came to assimilate/exterminate a tribe.
This was his first mission, and the target was his home tribe, as they attacked and took down what pathetic guards they had Domiq rushed towards the elders, he knew that the rest of the people would panic if the elders was killed, and with his mighty hands he crushed their bodies with his blade with such force that it cracked a bit at the top.
He never spoke to any legionnaire, slave, citizen, beast or potential tribe for assimilation about where he came from.
During the next 4 years he spent his time in the Legion, constantly training and going on missions.
The one time he met Caesar he startled him with his height making him shout out "Insigne Trib?s!", after calming down and discussing with Domiq's centurion about battle plans the centurion said to Domiq to take up that name instead of the old one, Insigne Trib?s.
Insigne is a calm man, never loses temper, over the years he has opened up to others making him more "chat-able", he does not care very much for fun, morals, ethics, temptation, lust or love, he cares about justice, Legion's justice, none of the former will ever come in the way of him doing a job well.
While he does not care for it when he is on his free time he can be more "open" about things but isn't exactly going to be the life of the party.
He is not Graham or Lanius in battle strength so he isn't overpowered, but if you lie down on the ground and he stomps on your face then there isn't going to be much else but paste left there, so he is strong, very strong, but not overly strong, can't pick up a car like the Hulk.
Twich
Spoiler
Name: Leonard Fontaine or 'Leo'
Faction: White Glove Society attempting to gain leadership of the Society
Physical Description: French American with a quarter Hispanic heritage, he stands about 5" 11' and has medium brown hair that is combed into a proper side part. His face is clean shaven and his sideburns are kept at a proper and constant 2".
Equipment:
Weapons: Dress Cane, and a .357 Revolver that he keeps in his pocket at all times for security reasons
Apparel: Suave Gambler's Hat and a standard White Glove Society attire
Misc: Legion Denarius, a few Legion Aureus, and an old gold pocket watch he keeps in the front pocket of his suit
Back - Story / Personality: Born in a small village in Utah called Brigham, Leonard was born to one Nancy Fontaine and Luke Fontaine. Growing up he was considered to be one of the brightest in Brigham due to his avid study of ancient history and world science before the war from an old library that remained free from outside interference for as long as he could remember. His particularly favorite thing to study of the ancient world was that of the Cannibals of ancient Africa eventually he grew to understand the practice of Cannibalism as not being inhumane but rather just another part of the circle of life and soon took to practicing it. However when this was found out he was promptly shunned by Brigham and disowned by his parents. Ashamed he took to exploring Utah and eventually linked up with a traveling group of Mormons who took him under their wing and taught him more about religion and world science. Soon enough he tried to become one of the leaders of these Mormon roving bands but because of his cannibalistic practices that had not been done for at least five years were found out, he was promptly denied being able to become one of the leaders. Leaving the Mormon bands he began to explore the West again and eventually stumbled into the Mojave, when he heard of a town known as New Vegas he attempted to get in but was shot down because he couldn't afford the steep credit check.
Always one to keep trying he eventually scrounged around enough caps to buy his way into New Vegas, once in there he realized he'd need a job after trying to find work with the Omerta's he eventually left because of their less than refined habits. Continuing to find a job he eventually became the crier for the Tops, but was fired after he tried to break up a fight between two of the patrons one of which was related to the then leader of the Chairmen. Left with no caps and next to nothing in the way of food he left New Vegas and became a squatter in Freeside. However as fate would have it one day a caravan trader saw him on the streets begging for caps, and tasked him to help deliver his Brahmin steaks to the Ultra-Lux. As he delivered the beef he was found by Mortimer who took him under his wing as a protegee of sorts and trained him to be more refined and upper class than he was. Although he was made an honorary member of the White Glove Society his squatting background and current pariah status with Brigham and most others in the Wasteland left many to criticize if he deserved to be a White Glove.
However after Mortimer vouched for him and Leo started to show more skill at being one of the social elites most of the criticism stopped, he eventually became Mortimer's right hand man and was to be the leader of the White Gloves although some people are still doubting if these claims are legitimate or not. Due to the fact that the wishes of Mortimer were never recorded for he had no intention of dieing at the second battle of Hoover Dam. Leonard is a very loyal Legion follower and takes an especially keen liking to the tales of Caesar and Joshua Graham before of course Joshua Graham let Caesar down at the first battle of Hoover Dam.
Leo Fontaine is a very proper person, laid back, a very knowledgeable person often mistaken to have been a Follower of the Apocalypse, as well as a very hard worker having worked his way from the bottom rung of society to the elite numerous times. He has no ill wishes to the Mormons and still studies what they taught him as a hobby.
Faction: White Glove Society attempting to gain leadership of the Society
Physical Description: French American with a quarter Hispanic heritage, he stands about 5" 11' and has medium brown hair that is combed into a proper side part. His face is clean shaven and his sideburns are kept at a proper and constant 2".
Equipment:
Weapons: Dress Cane, and a .357 Revolver that he keeps in his pocket at all times for security reasons
Apparel: Suave Gambler's Hat and a standard White Glove Society attire
Misc: Legion Denarius, a few Legion Aureus, and an old gold pocket watch he keeps in the front pocket of his suit
Back - Story / Personality: Born in a small village in Utah called Brigham, Leonard was born to one Nancy Fontaine and Luke Fontaine. Growing up he was considered to be one of the brightest in Brigham due to his avid study of ancient history and world science before the war from an old library that remained free from outside interference for as long as he could remember. His particularly favorite thing to study of the ancient world was that of the Cannibals of ancient Africa eventually he grew to understand the practice of Cannibalism as not being inhumane but rather just another part of the circle of life and soon took to practicing it. However when this was found out he was promptly shunned by Brigham and disowned by his parents. Ashamed he took to exploring Utah and eventually linked up with a traveling group of Mormons who took him under their wing and taught him more about religion and world science. Soon enough he tried to become one of the leaders of these Mormon roving bands but because of his cannibalistic practices that had not been done for at least five years were found out, he was promptly denied being able to become one of the leaders. Leaving the Mormon bands he began to explore the West again and eventually stumbled into the Mojave, when he heard of a town known as New Vegas he attempted to get in but was shot down because he couldn't afford the steep credit check.
Always one to keep trying he eventually scrounged around enough caps to buy his way into New Vegas, once in there he realized he'd need a job after trying to find work with the Omerta's he eventually left because of their less than refined habits. Continuing to find a job he eventually became the crier for the Tops, but was fired after he tried to break up a fight between two of the patrons one of which was related to the then leader of the Chairmen. Left with no caps and next to nothing in the way of food he left New Vegas and became a squatter in Freeside. However as fate would have it one day a caravan trader saw him on the streets begging for caps, and tasked him to help deliver his Brahmin steaks to the Ultra-Lux. As he delivered the beef he was found by Mortimer who took him under his wing as a protegee of sorts and trained him to be more refined and upper class than he was. Although he was made an honorary member of the White Glove Society his squatting background and current pariah status with Brigham and most others in the Wasteland left many to criticize if he deserved to be a White Glove.
However after Mortimer vouched for him and Leo started to show more skill at being one of the social elites most of the criticism stopped, he eventually became Mortimer's right hand man and was to be the leader of the White Gloves although some people are still doubting if these claims are legitimate or not. Due to the fact that the wishes of Mortimer were never recorded for he had no intention of dieing at the second battle of Hoover Dam. Leonard is a very loyal Legion follower and takes an especially keen liking to the tales of Caesar and Joshua Graham before of course Joshua Graham let Caesar down at the first battle of Hoover Dam.
Leo Fontaine is a very proper person, laid back, a very knowledgeable person often mistaken to have been a Follower of the Apocalypse, as well as a very hard worker having worked his way from the bottom rung of society to the elite numerous times. He has no ill wishes to the Mormons and still studies what they taught him as a hobby.
mumatil
Spoiler
Name: Moreno Sanguil (Rene for short)
Faction: Omerta, trying to live through the families loss of power to the Legion.
Physical Description: Dark Brown Hair, clean shaven and combed hair. Small whiskers of a beard. Medium build, and a bit short of average height. Brown eyes. White skin, not tan but not pale. Small laceration scars and burns around his left arm elbow(bad run in with a fire gecko in his days as a tribal).
Apparel: Wears a tan brown vest with black tie and white collar shirt underneath. Shoddy dark brown wing tips.
Equipment: Weapons: Carries on his person 9mm pistol(ex magazine), spiked knuckles, and a switch blade hidden close to his person. Keeps a parcel of C4(+detonator) and a bit of dynamite hidden in his room at Gomorrah.
Aid: Jet, Mentats, and 3 purified water and a slab of raw Bighorner Steak.
Misc : 4 Legion Aureus, and one Denarius, 140 bottle caps, and wears an old tribal necklace decorated with small feathers and beads with a small arrow tip shaped stone he wore from his tribal days.(he never shows this to anyone even the other Omertas).
History/pshcology:
In his early years living with the tribe that would once become the Omertas he enjoyed picking through the wastes hunting with spear in hand and making clothing from the wilderness before him. It was a simple life he enjoyed. When he went off to hunt for meat he was attacked by a Fire gecko and was badly bitten and burned before help could arrive. Living with the tribe to be Omertas it was a hard life, though there was a code of honor among the tribe to be loyal the tribe was always against each other holding their secrets and hidden plans from everyone else. Naturally he gained a small paranoid mindset and was hard to trust others. His mother gave him an old bead necklace that at the bottom was made from the arrow head that pierced the fire gecko that could have killed him, he kept it closely and took care of it even more once his mother died during a Khan raid she had mercilessly been killed in. He grew a deep hatred for khans soon after. He has a nice friendly smile that he uses to lure in his victims and then when their not looking like a stalking predator he swindles them out of a buy for chems, hokers, cards, you name it. He also has a fear developed from his past of big lizards.
Then the Securitrons came, Mr. house offering them a chance to better themselves and make them more powerful if they helped him. Rene didn't trust the metal men of bright lights and was against helping but soon they were now the Omertas and luckily Moreno was good at adapting to changes like a hunter should even though grudingly he thought it spelt disaster for his tribe and the old ways. He was loyal of course to tribe honor and made himself a skilled card dealer and worked as a cashier and helped in rigging the cards and slots for easy payout for the house and soon found a habit for gambling. He soon developed an addiction to jet to help with all the new jobs and stress he had to endure and get the job done.
Then the Legion proposed to Nero and Sal to help them take over he strip. Seeing the crimson soldiers with their spears and mechetes ignited a possible return to the oldways not full of gleaming metal or flourescent lights. he thought back to the jet and other indecenies he had come to take in at Gomorrah. He thought anything was better than having "Not At Home" around to call the shots. And helped his best in stashing weapon supplies and smuggling arms into the strip for the coming invasion.
During the invasion he took his share of securitrons and NCR police when the time came and helped trake over the Strip. Then when the Legion occupation came and saw the great court yard where so many unmentionable and erotic acts were comitted into an arena. The pool was flushed out and placed instead was sand where NCR prisoners, slaves, and glory seeking Legionary fought to the death. He then felt the urges of his gambling happen and just like that he was organizing illegal underground betting on the Legion Arena fights.
He hopes that maybe CL will return his tribe to an earlier time in life and if not he'll just have to make the best of it.
Faction: Omerta, trying to live through the families loss of power to the Legion.
Physical Description: Dark Brown Hair, clean shaven and combed hair. Small whiskers of a beard. Medium build, and a bit short of average height. Brown eyes. White skin, not tan but not pale. Small laceration scars and burns around his left arm elbow(bad run in with a fire gecko in his days as a tribal).
Apparel: Wears a tan brown vest with black tie and white collar shirt underneath. Shoddy dark brown wing tips.
Equipment: Weapons: Carries on his person 9mm pistol(ex magazine), spiked knuckles, and a switch blade hidden close to his person. Keeps a parcel of C4(+detonator) and a bit of dynamite hidden in his room at Gomorrah.
Aid: Jet, Mentats, and 3 purified water and a slab of raw Bighorner Steak.
Misc : 4 Legion Aureus, and one Denarius, 140 bottle caps, and wears an old tribal necklace decorated with small feathers and beads with a small arrow tip shaped stone he wore from his tribal days.(he never shows this to anyone even the other Omertas).
History/pshcology:
In his early years living with the tribe that would once become the Omertas he enjoyed picking through the wastes hunting with spear in hand and making clothing from the wilderness before him. It was a simple life he enjoyed. When he went off to hunt for meat he was attacked by a Fire gecko and was badly bitten and burned before help could arrive. Living with the tribe to be Omertas it was a hard life, though there was a code of honor among the tribe to be loyal the tribe was always against each other holding their secrets and hidden plans from everyone else. Naturally he gained a small paranoid mindset and was hard to trust others. His mother gave him an old bead necklace that at the bottom was made from the arrow head that pierced the fire gecko that could have killed him, he kept it closely and took care of it even more once his mother died during a Khan raid she had mercilessly been killed in. He grew a deep hatred for khans soon after. He has a nice friendly smile that he uses to lure in his victims and then when their not looking like a stalking predator he swindles them out of a buy for chems, hokers, cards, you name it. He also has a fear developed from his past of big lizards.
Then the Securitrons came, Mr. house offering them a chance to better themselves and make them more powerful if they helped him. Rene didn't trust the metal men of bright lights and was against helping but soon they were now the Omertas and luckily Moreno was good at adapting to changes like a hunter should even though grudingly he thought it spelt disaster for his tribe and the old ways. He was loyal of course to tribe honor and made himself a skilled card dealer and worked as a cashier and helped in rigging the cards and slots for easy payout for the house and soon found a habit for gambling. He soon developed an addiction to jet to help with all the new jobs and stress he had to endure and get the job done.
Then the Legion proposed to Nero and Sal to help them take over he strip. Seeing the crimson soldiers with their spears and mechetes ignited a possible return to the oldways not full of gleaming metal or flourescent lights. he thought back to the jet and other indecenies he had come to take in at Gomorrah. He thought anything was better than having "Not At Home" around to call the shots. And helped his best in stashing weapon supplies and smuggling arms into the strip for the coming invasion.
During the invasion he took his share of securitrons and NCR police when the time came and helped trake over the Strip. Then when the Legion occupation came and saw the great court yard where so many unmentionable and erotic acts were comitted into an arena. The pool was flushed out and placed instead was sand where NCR prisoners, slaves, and glory seeking Legionary fought to the death. He then felt the urges of his gambling happen and just like that he was organizing illegal underground betting on the Legion Arena fights.
He hopes that maybe CL will return his tribe to an earlier time in life and if not he'll just have to make the best of it.
Chernobyl426
Spoiler
Name: Ursus Maritimus
Faction: Custodi
Physical Description: Caucasian Skin, Deep Blue Eyes, 6'2, Muscular, Slightly crooked facial structure
Weapons: Weathered Machete with "Ursus" carved into the side of the blade, 9MM Pistol
Apparel: Standard Custodi/Legionary armor
Misc: Stimpak, Nuka-cola, 16 Bottle caps
Back - Story / Personality: Ursus was originally born in Nipton. His original name was Pete Allen Dennings. While living in Nipton Ursus had multiple run-in's with Caesar's troops, he admired the way they handled themselves and wanted to grow up to be like them. Even though many people pushed him towards becoming an NCR trooper, he decided to steal his father's 9MM pistol and venture out into the wasteland. While he was out in the wasteland he found a small legion camp which he wondered into, thinking everyone was asleep. However this was not the case, he was quickly caught and taken hostage by the Legion.
After one legionaire noticed his babbles about wanting to be like a legionary so he informed the head of the camp and they quickly sent him to The Fort. Once there they forced him to suit up and take a machete. He was sent immediately into the arena to take on one of the disobediant slaves. On the machete he had was the name Ursus Maritimus. After defeating the slave easily by taking an opening to cut off the leg and the decapitate the slave. Ursus was allowed to join the Legion after fighting multiple rounds and winning each of them with ease.
In Latin, Ursus Maritimus means "Polar Bear." Ursus lived up to that name by being fierce and violent in combat while expressing hatred towards the hot enviroment of the mojave desert.
Faction: Custodi
Physical Description: Caucasian Skin, Deep Blue Eyes, 6'2, Muscular, Slightly crooked facial structure
Weapons: Weathered Machete with "Ursus" carved into the side of the blade, 9MM Pistol
Apparel: Standard Custodi/Legionary armor
Misc: Stimpak, Nuka-cola, 16 Bottle caps
Back - Story / Personality: Ursus was originally born in Nipton. His original name was Pete Allen Dennings. While living in Nipton Ursus had multiple run-in's with Caesar's troops, he admired the way they handled themselves and wanted to grow up to be like them. Even though many people pushed him towards becoming an NCR trooper, he decided to steal his father's 9MM pistol and venture out into the wasteland. While he was out in the wasteland he found a small legion camp which he wondered into, thinking everyone was asleep. However this was not the case, he was quickly caught and taken hostage by the Legion.
After one legionaire noticed his babbles about wanting to be like a legionary so he informed the head of the camp and they quickly sent him to The Fort. Once there they forced him to suit up and take a machete. He was sent immediately into the arena to take on one of the disobediant slaves. On the machete he had was the name Ursus Maritimus. After defeating the slave easily by taking an opening to cut off the leg and the decapitate the slave. Ursus was allowed to join the Legion after fighting multiple rounds and winning each of them with ease.
In Latin, Ursus Maritimus means "Polar Bear." Ursus lived up to that name by being fierce and violent in combat while expressing hatred towards the hot enviroment of the mojave desert.
Borgia Manus
Borgia awoke in his lone apartment room in the Delicata Hotel, formally the Ultra Luxe. He had to arise early, leading the Custodi was an honourable job. Caesar had considered giving the position to Lanius himself. He had decided against it, however. For reasons Borgia himself wasn't sure of, but he did not question. Being head of the security at New Vegas made Borgia feel like he had succeeded. He had risen through the ranks of the Legion, fought in the Second Battle of Hoover Dam, and led a prominent role in the running of Caesar's Rome.
As Borgia was pulling his Centurion armour over his well defined and scarred body, he heard a rapping on the door. The hour was early, and the knock surprised him. Borgia placed his helmet on his mattress and approached the door. Looking through the keyhole, Borgia recognised the Legionary. Anthony Servius, a highly respected explorator, now runner for the mighty Caesar himself. Borgia fiddled with the lock and opened his door.
"Ave Anthony," Borgia greeted with a nod.
Anthony returned the nod. "Ave. Caesar wishes for you to meet with him in his quarters immediately."
Borgia frowned. He was not used to one on one meetings with Caesar, Borgia had reported to Vulpes or Lucius so far as head of the Custodi.
"Very well, Anthony. Vale."
"Vale, brother."
Borgia walked down the largely deserted road towards Caesar's quarters. He had yet to be in the building in which Caesar looked upon his kingdom. There were stalls set up along the road, all run by the newly installed Negotium. The Negotium was run by a long time supplier to the Legion, one Nick Parker. An intelligent and capable man no doubt, Borgia didn't know him enough to know where his loyalties lay however.
Borgia passed what was once the Tops, now simply known as the Insulae. Almost every previously non-Legion citizen resided in the Insulae.
Borgia entered the first section of the Strip via gate. He emerged from the other side and immediately saw what was soon to become the Colosseum. A huge arena where fights would be held. Guests to Caesar's Rome could stay overnight in the expensive hotel rooms, and watch the weekly battles.
Borgia crossed the road and stop before Caesar's atrio solii. Aurelius of Phoenix stood outside the huge building. Aurelius was an odd man, but also a well respected troop of the Legion.
"Ave, true to Caesar," Aurelius greeted, passively.
"Ave. I am here for an audience with Caesar."
Aurelius narrowed his eyes at Borgia for a moment before nodding.
"Indeed, fellow Centurion."
Aurelius stood from the wooden chair he had propped next to the entrance to Caesar's home, and led Borgia into the building. Inside was empty. Aurelius walked towards a huge chamber in the middle of the room.
"It's an elevator," Aurelius explained. "Caesar despises it, but the culus House didn't put in stairs." Aurelius then pressed a black button. A moment later the doors opened.
"After you," Aurelius said, indicating towards the opened doors.
Borgia exited the shaft. The ride had been different, it seemed unstable. The ground shook as the rose through the tall building. Borgia didn't care for it too much. He saw a praetorian guard standing outside the elevator.
"After me," he muttered and made his way down small flight of stairs. They entered a room. A bed lay in the middle. Borgia saw Caesar sitting in the corner. He was sitting in his throne looking out a window. Vulpes Inculta approached Borgia.
"Ah yes, Borgia. Caesar awaits you."
Borgia nodded and walked towards Caesar. The praetorian guard were shuffling in and out of the bedroom, carrying various things such as weapons and Legion apparel.
"Borgia," Caesar boomed, still looking out the window.
"Awe, Caesar. To what do I owe?"
Caesar chuckled. "I did it. I now control the Mojave. Yet look at it. A [censored] fiend den compared to the rest of my empire." Caesar sighed. "I will clean up the Mojave. I will make sure my people can roam without fearing attack. And I could probably do it from the safety of this Rome. But things need my attention. I must travel to Flagstaff. To be honest I truly wish this New Vegas to be the capital of Caesar's Legion. But it cannot be so, not until the surrounding regions are free of threat."
Borgia nodded and continued listening intently.
"I have decided to leave you in charge of my Rome, while I am gone at least. How long, I do not know. My praetorians will accompany me, as will Lanius and Vulpes. Thus, you are the most powerful man in my Legion left in my Rome. You shall replace yourself as the leader of the Custodi and run this city. Do you understood?"
Borgia felt numb. He shook his head. "Yes Caesar, I understand. Gratias."
"Good then. We shall be gone by the end of the day. You may take up residence here. I do not recommend it too greatly. It is too secluded. Too quiet. If I was not leaving, I would probably move, myself."
Caesar stood from his throne and turned to Borgia. He walked to him and placed his hands to the sides Borgia's face , grasping it firmly.
"Rome, as it will be called from now further, is possibly the most important settlement in my Legion." Caesar's grasp tightened. "Do not mess up, Borgia."
"I will not let you down, Caesar."
Caesar smiled and let go of Borgia. "You must oversee production of the Colosseum, fix the management issues with the White Glove Society and sort out the Insulae. That rat, Cachino, was executed yesterday. He ran a building filled with scum and sin. The man, Swank, was friends with Benny. Seek him out. Also, meet up with Parker and discuss business."
Borgia nodded.
Anthony had entered the room from the elevator.
"Anthony, seek out my second in command Trajan Nerva. Tell him to meet me in the Delicata in about a half hour."
