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Name: Romulus
Nicknames/Titles/Alias(es): Caesar Novus, Heir to the Empire, Eastman's Reckoning
Origin: Human; Wastelander
Age: 45
Appearance: A white male with sun-baked and sand-weathered skin. Tall, well-built, covered in scars from blades and bullets alike. He has fierce blue eyes, and age has claimed his hair already.
Faction: Caesar's Legion - the original, true legion. For four years, Romulus - then simply Rohass, his tribal name - fought under the command of the great and mighty Caesar. He was there at the first battle of Hoover Dam, where Legate Joshua Graham, the man who had led the conquest of the Tuskleks, his tribe of birth, had failed.
He watched the legate be burned alive, before he was tossed off the Grand Canyon. In his darkest of days, the tribal Rohass learned the true meaning of strength. Strength was the willingness to do whatever must be done to better oneself and the empire. Weakness, on the other hand, was the lack of will.
Strength was victory. Failure was weakness. Never again would Rohass tolerate weakness.
For the next four years, Rohass painted the yellow-orange sands of the Mojave red with profligate blood. He saw the weakness of the New California Republic, the debauchery of New Vegas, and most significant to himself, Rohass saw the degeneracy of tribals.
The Fiends, the Great Khans, the Jackals, and all the dregs in between - it disgusted him, how they compared to Caesar's Empire, to even the NCR, and he vowed to shed all ties to the Tuskleks. He was reborn, with a proper latin name, becoming fanatical in his worship of the Roman gods and even Caesar himself. He was Romulus.
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Caesar is a name fading from memory. The West won over a decade ago. In the place of the mighty empire now stands the Four States Republic - an extension of New California and Vegas' poisonous desires.
Romulus is a relic from the old days, from the days of Caesar, of glory and strength. Pushed out of Arizona, Romulus rebuilds the strength of the Legion in Oklahoma, gathering ex-legionaries, outlaws, scattered tribals and support from within the Four States Republic. His petty fiefdom lacks the strength of its predecessor, but should all go according to Romulus' plan, strength will return to the Legion, and the spirit of Great Caesar will ride alongside them once more...
Strength: 8
Perception: 7
Endurance: 4
Charisma: 9
Intelligence: 6
Agility: 4
Luck: 4
Caps: 601
Inventory:
-Customized T-41b/51 Power Armor - 'Plate of Mars'
-Praetorian Guard outfit
-Ripper chain-sword
-Spear
-M3 .45 Caliber 'Greaser' Submachine Gun
-Customized M79 Grenade Launcher - 'Die-Caster'
Fighting Style: Once upon a time, Romulus was a young man, dexterous and agile as well as strong. Though he has not grown weak, age has forced him to slow down, a weakness he has remedied with the use of his power armor. Now able to take the hits he would be unable to dodge regardless, Romulus' animalistic rage and strength is now backed by the muscle of steel and fusion power. Though he is quite skilled in ranged and melee combat, more than once has he ripped men's heads off with his hands alone - before he started using power armor.
When pushed, he will default to this ironically barbaric mutilation, and though some might be able to take advantage of a berserker's anger, it is easier said than done...
Nicknames/Titles/Alias(es): Caesar Novus, Heir to the Empire, Eastman's Reckoning
Origin: Human; Wastelander
Age: 45
Appearance: A white male with sun-baked and sand-weathered skin. Tall, well-built, covered in scars from blades and bullets alike. He has fierce blue eyes, and age has claimed his hair already.
Faction: Caesar's Legion - the original, true legion. For four years, Romulus - then simply Rohass, his tribal name - fought under the command of the great and mighty Caesar. He was there at the first battle of Hoover Dam, where Legate Joshua Graham, the man who had led the conquest of the Tuskleks, his tribe of birth, had failed.
He watched the legate be burned alive, before he was tossed off the Grand Canyon. In his darkest of days, the tribal Rohass learned the true meaning of strength. Strength was the willingness to do whatever must be done to better oneself and the empire. Weakness, on the other hand, was the lack of will.
Strength was victory. Failure was weakness. Never again would Rohass tolerate weakness.
For the next four years, Rohass painted the yellow-orange sands of the Mojave red with profligate blood. He saw the weakness of the New California Republic, the debauchery of New Vegas, and most significant to himself, Rohass saw the degeneracy of tribals.
The Fiends, the Great Khans, the Jackals, and all the dregs in between - it disgusted him, how they compared to Caesar's Empire, to even the NCR, and he vowed to shed all ties to the Tuskleks. He was reborn, with a proper latin name, becoming fanatical in his worship of the Roman gods and even Caesar himself. He was Romulus.
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Caesar is a name fading from memory. The West won over a decade ago. In the place of the mighty empire now stands the Four States Republic - an extension of New California and Vegas' poisonous desires.
Romulus is a relic from the old days, from the days of Caesar, of glory and strength. Pushed out of Arizona, Romulus rebuilds the strength of the Legion in Oklahoma, gathering ex-legionaries, outlaws, scattered tribals and support from within the Four States Republic. His petty fiefdom lacks the strength of its predecessor, but should all go according to Romulus' plan, strength will return to the Legion, and the spirit of Great Caesar will ride alongside them once more...
Strength: 8
Perception: 7
Endurance: 4
Charisma: 9
Intelligence: 6
Agility: 4
Luck: 4
Caps: 601
Inventory:
-Customized T-41b/51 Power Armor - 'Plate of Mars'
-Praetorian Guard outfit
-Ripper chain-sword
-Spear
-M3 .45 Caliber 'Greaser' Submachine Gun
-Customized M79 Grenade Launcher - 'Die-Caster'
Fighting Style: Once upon a time, Romulus was a young man, dexterous and agile as well as strong. Though he has not grown weak, age has forced him to slow down, a weakness he has remedied with the use of his power armor. Now able to take the hits he would be unable to dodge regardless, Romulus' animalistic rage and strength is now backed by the muscle of steel and fusion power. Though he is quite skilled in ranged and melee combat, more than once has he ripped men's heads off with his hands alone - before he started using power armor.
When pushed, he will default to this ironically barbaric mutilation, and though some might be able to take advantage of a berserker's anger, it is easier said than done...